“Darling, we have a problem,” I said to William, my husband, as we rested after a moderately satisfying lovemaking session. “I feel boxed in. Our marriage, kids, work, house, all have become too small for me. I need to be me.”

“Who else do you want you to be? You’re my wife, for god’s sake.”

“I am more than just your fucking wife.”

“Who else can you be, Norma?”

“I don’t like normal, never have, never will.”

“I thought you love my cock.”

“One cock doesn’t make a summer.”

He stood up and swung his long thick and beautiful cock around. “This is not a fucking swallow. It is my love muscle, the only one that should please you. Women before you loved to suck my dick and be fucked by it.”

“I like our sex. But it is so middle class, so the same. So fucking boring.”

William’s cock stood angrily erect. No man liked to be taken down by his wife, I could see that in his face and his body language. I threw off the sheet, leaned back on my elbows and opened my legs wide. His whole body and face underwent a strange transformation. It seems as if he couldn’t decide if he should fuck me or walk out. I wanted to make it more difficult for him.

“Is Billy afraid of my little pussy?” I asked in a childlike voice. “Does he want to fuck?” Using my fingers I opened my pussy lips to show him the pinkness of my vagina. I was getting turned on. So was William. I could see precum leaking from his one-eyed monster.

As William started to move, I snapped my legs shut, got up, licked the precum off his mushroom head and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door. I plopped down on the toilet, breathing heavily. What just happened to me? Was I going crazy? Years of frustration was getting the better of me. I didn’t know how to cope anymore. I just couldn’t take his Saturday-morning-quick-fuck-before- his-golf-game-with-his-buddies anymore. I also had desires and wanted a life outside being a boring fucking housewife.

I showered, put on my make up and went back naked into our bedroom. William was gone. On Saturdays, all the dutiful wives of William’s three golf buddies came over for a ladies tea. Now I had other plans. I would no longer play that role. I have suppressed the erotic impulse throbbing inside me for too long. The question mulling in my mind was, how to greet them? It was a beautiful summer’s day, perfect for what I had in mind. I quickly donned a robe, rushed down to the kitchen, prepared our light meal and drinks and arranged our patio next to the pool for what I wanted to do.

They arrived together, perfectly dressed in their summer dresses. Helen, the leader of the group and the longsuffering wife of Jack, the CEO of our men’s company, was a beautiful redhead in her early 50’s. Standing next to her was Amanda, a big breasted blond trophy wife of the marketing manager, Steve. Behind them was the shy Joan, the spouse of Martin, the sales manager. She was a brunette.

“NORMA,” shouted Helen. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

“Shocking,” quipped Amanda.

“Nice shoes,” said Joan.

The reason for their reaction was that I was stark naked, with my red high heels and my pearl necklace. My full breast and the nipples pointed invitingly at them while my shaved pussy mound couldn’t hide my protruding clit and inner labia. I loved the shocked look on their faces and the attention they were giving me.

“Hi ladies,” I said as I cheek-kissed and hugged them. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

“But you’re naked,” continued Helen. “Did he make you do it? I will inform Jack tonight how his star employee treats you.”

“No need. William didn’t do anything.”

“That must be it,” said Amanda. “You’ve gone stark raving mad.”

“Stop psychoanalyzing her appearance,” said the demure Joan. “Norma, are you going to invite us in or are you going to wait till the whole neighborhood has seen you naked.”

“Please come in,” I said and escorted them to the patio. I sensed their eyes on my ass, but most of all I was aware of their curiosity. After I poured our tea and everyone sat down I raised my cup.

“To new beginnings.”

“To what new beginnings?”

“For one, from today I will no longer be wearing any clothes around the house,” I said, watching their faces for reactions. “Even when people come to visit.”

“Does William know about this?” asked Amanda, squirming.

“Not yet.”

“Must we be naked too,” asked Joan.

“Not if you don’t want to. I would prefer that you do,” I said, trying to find the right words. “Why can the men have all the fun and we have to act like prim and proper housewives?”

“In that case, when in Rome…,” said Joan and started to remove her conservative summer dress. To my utter surprise, she didn’t have any underwear on. The naked Joan walked up to me and kissed me on my lips. “Thank you for doing this.”

“If she can do it, I will do it as leader of the group,” said Helen as she started to strip. Helen was a natural redhead. Amanda, on the other hand, took her time to strip, to show off her matching flaming red thong and bra, then her beautiful tanned breasts and her well-manicured pussy.

“Anyone for more tea?” I asked as we sat naked on the patio chairs with only our high heels on.

“Please,” said Helen and turned towards me, with her legs open. I could see moisture in her slit. “I am so fucking horny right now, I could eat a pussy.”

“Do me first, please,” begged Joan as she spread her legs for Helen. She showed us a side we never knew she had. Helen gave me one look, placed a cushion between Joan’s legs and dropped to her knees.

“You have a very nice looking pussy, Joan.”

“Thank you. I hope you will find it tasty too.”

“Let me see,” said Helen as she stimulated Joan’s lips with her tongue. “Yummy. Sweet and fresh. I love it.”

“Mmmmm,” moaned Joan, clamping her thighs around Helen’s head. “Please make me come.”

“Norma, may I eat your pussy?” asked Amanda. Without waiting for an answer, she stood between my legs, pushed them apart and played with my clit with her thumb and forefinger. “Wet already?” she asked as she inserted two fingers into my vagina. “This is going to be fun.” I pushed a cushion on the floor as he dropped to her knees and inspected my wet pussy. Desire filled her eyes and I tingled with anticipation for the first touch of her tongue on my waiting lips.

Instead of talking about our kids at college, or the latest recipe for organically grown vegetables, I just heard moans, Joan’s and my own. Not to mention the sound of sloppy slurping of two pussies being eaten. I was in heaven as Amanda circled, flicked and sucked my clit with her tongue and mouth. Using the knuckles of her finger she glided it up and down my pussy valley a few times before she slipped it into my wet pussy. She wasn’t done yet. Amanda curled her finger to rub my g-spot and I immediately felt a pulse waving through my whole body. That was better than the fake orgasm I had to produce earlier the day with William.

My first orgasm for the day relaxed me as Joan’s moans and groans got loader and loader. Amanda stopped her stimulations, looked at me, then at Joan and Helen. She slowly got up and moved over to our heavy breathing friends. I followed her on unsteady legs.

Joan’s face was a study in ecstasy, her mouth gaped open in a silent scream, her eyes shut tight and her neck arched backwards. Helen’s lower face was buried between Joan’s thighs and her jaw working feverously. I supposed she was fucking Joan with her tongue. I dropped next to Joan and started licking her nipple. Another moan escaped from her throat. Amanda massaged her other breast before she sucked Joan’s nipple into her mouth.

“Oh, fuck me…” cried Joan.

After a while, I felt Joan’s hand creeping up my thighs to find my wet pussy. Judging from the gasp coming from Amanda, Joan also had her fingers playing with Amanda’s clit. It was time to take this upstairs to the bedroom.

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“Who would have thought…?”

“I know.”

“Why haven’t we done this from the start?”

“What about the men?”

We laid tangled on our large bed, sweaty, pussies throbbing, nipples sensitive and I knew I had a big satisfied smile on my face. My head rested between Helen’s thighs after I brought her to another climax with my tongue. We took a breather to gather our wits and rebuild our stamina.

“Oh, shit. Look at the time,” said Amanda. “The men will be back soon.”

We disentangled ourselves, looked at one another, then at Helen.

“Hmmm.” I could see that Helen was at a major decision point in her and our lives. We all depended on her council. She was the eldest with more experience in handling men. Then she stood up, her hands on her hips, like a great leader. “Ladies, we have tasted the pleasures of female flesh. I, for one, loved every moment of it. I personally want to thank Norma for making this possible.” She walked to the foot-end of the bed, bending forward, her hands on the bed with her beautiful breasts swaying forward.

“I say we swop husbands and fuck their brains out.” Helen was on a roll. “We greet them at the door like Norma welcomed us.”

“In our high heels,” said Amanda, getting excited. “it will be good for business.”

“We stay in one room,” added Joan. “I would love Martin to see me fuck William… and Jack and Steve.”

“You little hussy,” I said playfully. “I agree. To get the men worked up we can start off with little a girl on girl action.”

“I always wanted a DP,” said Helen. “Now I can fulfill my fantasy.”

“What is a DP?” asked Joan.

“Double penetration,” answered Amanda. “It is when one man takes you in the ass, while the other fucks your pussy.”

“Sweet Jesus.”

“Let’s get clean up before we decide who gets to do whom first,” I said.

Forty-five minutes later the four of us stood at the door, only in our high heels, greeting the men.

“Hi boys. Ready to play a four ball at the 20th hole?”