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  1. After Breakfast
  2. Breakfast Club - Chapters 1 and 2
  3. Breakfast Club - Chapter 3 and 4
  4. Breakout 1
  5. Breakout 2

Breakfast Club - Chapters 1 and 2

Categories Fiction, Group Sex, Wife, Written by women

Author: Margossecret

Published: 07 May 2018

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Chapter 1

On that Saturday night we played canasta and, of course, we girls won. (Are we dating ourselves? Who even knows what canasta is?) The guys knew nothing about cooking, so confronted with their loss, agreed to cook breakfast the next morning. At least they could scramble eggs and fry up some bacon.

We were all dressed for church. The fashion then was fairly short skirts for the ladies and a coat and tie for the guys. Breakfast went ok and the apartment didn't burn down. We made the guys do the dishes, too, and they looked so cute in their (our) aprons.

I'll admit we girls were merciless teasing them and harassing the boys from behind while they did the dishes. We were kissing them on the neck, stealing money from their pockets and otherwise being pests. Frank finally turned around and grabbed Lydia in a big bear hug and huge kiss. Carl was not to be outdone and next thing I knew I was off my feet with Carl's hand on my fanny pressing me against him and a deep deep kiss. It was making me wet and I could feel his arousal through all those clothes. I could picture him heading off to church with a big hardon, poor boy.

But Carl was not looking at me, and following his eyes, I glanced over at Frank and Lydia. His hand had disappeared under her blouse! Fine thing for a Sunday morning! Lydia was really uncomfortable and I could hear her horse whisper, "Frank, not here! Frank!" He replied, "You started it!" But she was melting and not really trying to stop him. Soon they were locked in a deep kiss again as he played in her underthings.

Next thing I felt was Carl kissing my neck as he set me on the edge of the dining room table. When he reached under my skirt, my panties were soaked already. Then both boys started to take off our blouses. "You started it; you started it," seemed to be the only excuse they could think of. Lydia and I panicked simultaneously and broke free to run squealing into the living room. But by then it was a game, and we girls lost as most of our clothes were ripped off us.

I was so worked up I didn't care any more. Lydia was parked on the sofa with both feet touching the floor, her skirt pushed up over her waist, panties nowhere near and her legs wide open. She was beautiful, a natural blonde as it turned out. Frank was eating her pussy and eventually worked his way up to her nipples. She was writhing in ecstasy but had the sense to slip out of her skirt. Seeing Frank enter her was an event I had never witnessed before. Where there was almost no opening, suddenly his cock was swallowed whole in a gaping hole. With every stroke, her pussy seemed to pull in and out like a little kid eating a popsickle.

Carl and I both watched in fascination before we landed on the floor with Carl's fingers deep in my body and one of my breasts in his mouth. He is so good that way; he had found my g-spot though nobody even knew the term then. He always made me cum before he satisfied himself and we both came together next. When he put his cock on my clit I was already having spasms and it sent me over the top screaming. He didn't have much staying power that day but I needed him to cum in me and cum hard. He plunged into me and after five minutes of glorious, dangerous, naughty sex, I let out a huge moan and felt his sex explode within me.

When I opened my eyes, beautiful Frank and beautiful Lydia were standing over us watching, their full frontal nudity seeming like the perfect thing for a bright, blue Sunday morning. Wet juices were running down the inside of her leg. Church did not seem like the perfect thing and we made the appropriate excuses the next week.

The Breakfast Club, as we came to call it, met from time to time, while we were stationed together, always on Sunday morning. Scrambled eggs turned into omelets. Jelly filled pastries were the norm along with mimosas. And we girls were filled with another kind of jelly as our pleasure omelet became more and more interesting, too.

Chapter 2

The boys improved their breakfast cooking skills to include such delicacies as jelly omelets, cheese omelets and over easy eggs. We also studied sex manuals with them and tried new and different things after breakfast, too. We were amazed at the different positions in the manual and would both try the same thing. 69 was such an exotic experience. But really, it was all pretty conventional, other than we were having sex in the same room as another married couple.

I realized I was developing urges for Frank after seeing him with Lydia so often but had put them out of my mind this morning. We always started our escapades by "sneaking" up behind the boys while they were washing the dishes. (Sometimes that led to a good soapy soaking which was all the more fun if we didn't have on a bra.) On this morning, Lydia whispered to me, "Let's switch and see how long it takes them to notice!" I didn't really know where this was going but I assumed we would reveal ourselves and get back to our own guys.

I tiptoed up behind this new man and, so he didn't see my hands, started to stroke his back. Then I rested my head on his broad shoulder blades. His aroma was intoxicating as I slid my face back and forth over his shirt. Lydia was already pulling Carl's shirt out and had her hands on his chest. I did the same thing and was suprised how wiry Franks chest hair was. I was getting terribly wet and couldn't resist opening Frank's belt and sliding my hand over his cock.

He must have figured out what was happening when I pressed my chest against his back. I don't have nearly the boobs that Lydia does. I heard him mutter, "Oh, my!" and he turned to face me. He gave a shocked glance over to Lydia and then grabbed me.

Carl had gotten wise pretty quickly too and looked at me for an explanation. I muttered something like, "Just a joke," but by then, Frank was kissing my neck and reaching inside my blouse. I watched in dismay as Carl turned to Lydia and his hands disappeared into her skirt. I could tell he had them on her bare fanny under her panties.

I knew then that I would be having Franks wonderful cock and resigned myself to letting Carl have Lydia. Frank was more passionate than I had ever seen him with Lydia -- probably because of the new partner. He took off all my clothes and I his. Then he began a slow exploration of my body with his hands, lips and tongue. He did this right in the kitchen with me standing up -- circling my nipples, kissing my belly button, fingering my pussy while he played with my clit with his thumb and tongue. I could barely stand when his thumb went in my pussy and his finger up my asshole. I was cumming standing right there.

We retired to the sofa and his ministrations continued. Carl and Lydia were fucking on the easy chair. I finally said "Fuck me now, Fuck me now." Carl and Lydia were moaning and grunting and soon Frank and I joined in as he slid his beautiful cock inside me. Thank god for birth control pills because we didn’t stop when he climaxed. I felt him gushing forth in me for five or six strokes.

When we parted, Carl and Lydia were sitting on the corners of the easy chair looking down at the floor. Tears were in her eyes and mine started to get wet, too.

All four of us went back to our respective partners. Carl stood up and we hugged. Lydia and I were both crying like babies by now. I gathered myself together and gave Carl a big hug and a kiss. I knelt down and started kissing his legs and tummy and finally his wonderful cock. I had started to give him a blow job, when I realized it was not my pussy I was tasting on him, but Lydia's. But it was a wonderful, confusing aroma and it was as much her smell as his rising organ that made me let him cum in my mouth. When that was over, we made out on the sofa until he was able to fuck me proper and it felt very, very good.

Carl and Lydia had made up and made love, too. As we went home, I realized that we had crossed into a new life. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia's taste and aroma had aroused in me.

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