Hazel

Hazel has always been an ideal wife. In the past twenty five years I have never once regretted marrying her. We’ve had our spats of course, who hasn’t, but we have both always held our combined well-being to be the base for our individual happiness.

There has been one minor cloud over our Eden; for most of our life together she has treated sex with a reserved enthusiasm. She is reticent about engaging in oral sex and although generally able to achieve a satisfying orgasm, she will often get to the first spasms and then freeze up. Some early experience or training has left an inhibition to fully letting go. We have often discussed the matter rationally and I have even suggested she take a lover and find out how sex can be just good fun when separated from commitment and responsibility. She would just slap me playfully and say, 'You go get yourself a floozy but I’m not going to let some horny male think he’s scored on me.' That was about as far as we ever got into the subject.

Then last Saturday: Ed and I were sipping beer on the verandah of the club house watching our wives win the semi-finals of the women’s doubles tournament.

'That wife of yours has the most exciting female body I have ever seen.' Ed commented as Hazel turned back from the net, her sweat drenched blouse clinging to her firm breasts like a wet T-shirt.

'You should be telling her that.' I said nonchalantly. 'You’re not getting any closer to it by telling me.'

Ed choked on his beer and then glanced sideways at me. 'You wouldn’t shoot me would you?'

I laughed. 'It would really make her day.' Nothing further was said during the next game.

'She might think I was making a pass at her.' Ed broke the silence.

'Quite probably.' I agreed. 'She’s a big girl and knows what goes on in the nasty minds of us males.'

He turned directly toward me. 'Are you proposing some kind of a trade here?' He asked quietly.

'I don’t see that either of us has anything to trade.' I replied. 'Our wives are not baseball cards. I’m merely suggesting that if you think you can add a little spice to Hazel’s life, she deserves anything you have to offer. She’s been a good girl for the past twenty five years and I wouldn’t stand in the way - and no, I’m not proposing a quid pro quo.'

'You’re putting me on.'

'No.' I said. 'You may think me a pervert but recently I’ve been thinking. Hazel’s had nothing but me to tend to her sex life for the past quarter century and at times I feel that’s more responsibility than I can meet. She has repressed sensualities I haven’t been able to release and before too much time passes, I’d really like to see her unleash some of them and enjoy more of the great pleasures life has to offer. You and Ellen have been our closest friends for five years now and I know Hazel considers you to be more than just friends. Beside all that, you’re the only man I know I could trust to treat her with respect.

Ed didn’t say anything for several minutes.

'This is a heavy subject.' He broke the silence. 'I hear what you’re saying. I’ve even been down some of these corridors of the mind myself but you know it can’t happen; Hazel would never cheat.'

'Yeah, I know.' I said quietly. 'And it’s not about cheating on me. Before we got married I promised her I’d never let marriage interfere with her living life to the fullest and that included freedom to choose whom she slept with. The thing is, she’d never cheat on her friend Ellen.'

Ed saluted me with his beer. 'Thanks for the vote of confidence anyway.'

Moments later the two women, flushed from victory, joined us momentarily before going on to the showers. I wished they had lingered longer. The aroma of female sweat is the sweetest of perfumes.

********

The next day, Sunday, the girls were defeated in the finals but it didn’t keep them from enjoying the contestant’s dinner. We had an enjoyable evening and with the usual goodnight kiss, Ellen pressed her pelvis against mine neither more nor less than usual. As usual I began to get a hard on and, as usual, she sensed it and pushed me away with a smug grin.

When we got home and into bed, that musky heaviness to Hazel’s breath told me it might be a while before I got to sleep. She cuddled up close and soon her seeking hand was clasped around my developing erection. Then, uncharacteristically, she ducked under the sheets and began to kiss it from end to end as she cradled my balls in her hand and gently massaged them. I was in heaven.

After a while she threw back the sheets and knelt astride me. Very gently she raised my cock to the vertical and carefully inserted the tip between the lips of her swollen pussy before lowering herself onto me. She sat quietly for over a minute before commencing a series of gentle pussy purses and hula hips - nothing frantic or demanding but before long I just began coming to her. She didn’t climax but she leaned down and kissed me sweetly on the mouth.

Still astride me and with my proud peter turning to blubber inside her, she smiled down at me. 'Did you really give Ed permission to make a pass at me?'

Oh oh; what do I say now? 'Did he?'

'Of course not, silly. He’s as big a coward as you are. He told Ellen and she told me in the showers after the game.'

'Is she mad at me?'

'She didn’t say.'

*****

It wasn’t until the following Thursday that I saw Ed or Ellen again. Hazel and Ellen are both on the sports committee and that’s the night it convenes so I went directly from work to the club and Ed showed up shortly after me. The girls had arrived earlier and made reservations so we went directly to the dining room for a passable poached salmon dinner. During the meal nobody mentioned the matter of my previous weekend’s discussion with Ed and when the ladies left for their committee meeting, he and I repaired to the bar where we found a free table in the corner and ordered a round of scotch.

'Well buddy,' I began, 'Hazel tells me that you told Ellen all about my depraved fantasy.'

'Yes I did.' He said defensively. 'Because I don’t think it was all fantasy. You were hoping I would tell her.'

That was so close to the truth that I didn't deny it.

'And I don’t consider it depraved.' Ed continued. 'If it is, I’m as guilty as you. Sometimes I too get the feeling that I’m a drag on Ellen’s happiness - all that beauty and passion restricted to the confines of my bedroom only.'

I touched my glass to his. 'Well put my friend; but how did she react? Did she call me a dirty old man?'

'Actually, she didn’t. She just said ‘how magnanimous’ and asked me if I could be so considerate if she ever had an urge for a strange cock.'

'What did you say to that?' I asked.

'I told her that the thought of her in a chastity belt was not nearly as exciting as the thought of her in a teddy.'

'You silver tongued devil.' I chuckled

'She liked it - gave me a delicious blow job right there in the kitchen. Our sex life has improved about two hundred percent this week. She’s had me in bed by ten every night. She’s even taken to putting strawberry lipstick on her nipples.'

The thought brought a twinge to my groin. 'Same here. Hazel woke me up at about four o’clock this morning but I don’t think it was my name she moaned when she started coming.'

'You’re giving me a hard-on.' Ed laughed.

'Fair enough; that blow-job-in-the-kitchen got me up.'

The girls rejoined us and we had a few more rounds. Before heading home we agreed to meet at our house the next evening.

*****

Hazel and Ellen had spent the afternoon at the club and were still in their tennis clothes - rather disheveled and deliciously sweaty - when I got home. Ed arrived minutes after me and we all adjourned to the kitchen for a refreshing beer.

'And how went the day for you two ravishing beauties?' I enquired.

'Oh we’ve had a perfectly wonderful afternoon thanks to you two dears.' Hazel enthused. 'We invited the tennis coach and his new assistant up here for lunch and we screwed them silly.' She put her hand over her puss and crossed her legs.

I suppose I looked as dumfounded as Ed did. Hazel turned toward me with a look of injured innocence on her face. 'Well, that’s what you wanted for us isn’t it - free exercise of our sexuality - no reservations? We thought you’d be happy that we could break away from our dull puritanical approach to sex.'

Ellen placed her hand on Hazel’s arm to interrupt her. 'You don’t think maybe these horny old goats have been putting us on - that they’ve been setting us up for sacrifice to their own lust?'

The act was too corny for the women to keep up. They both burst out laughing.

'Gotcha!' They cried out in unison.

'Actually,' Hazel laughed, 'We spent the afternoon going over the amazing suggestion you two dears have made and deciding what to do about it.'

'Don’t think that boinking those two studs isn’t still one of our options.' Ellen interrupted.

'But you two pussycats are so transparent.' Hazel resumed. 'Your hypocritical concern for our best interests is obviously just a coverup for your own lecherous aims - admit it. Well, I have news for you.' Her voice took on a firmer note. 'I do occasionally have an itch for a strange cock in my pussy and Ed just might have the one to fit it.'

She took him by the hand and led him up the stairs to the master bedroom. Ellen stripped her dress off over her head and pulled me against her naked body for a big wet kiss. 'Come on, we can’t give them too much of a head start.'

We almost tripped over a pile of clothing as we entered the bedroom. Hazel was already on the bed and guiding the tip of Ed’s big dong between the lips of her pretty coozy. Right in front of my eyes he calmly slid it in right to the hilt. I almost started coming when I realized she was actually doing it.

Ellen grabbed my arm and pulled me down on top of her along side the other pair. Hazel looked up at me and winked as she thrust up against Ed’s attack then, as I watched, her eyes glazed and she turned her full attention to the moment.

I was no sooner firmly into Ellen than she began a series of fantastic muscular exercises. Hazel is pretty good with the pussy twitches and milkmaid strips but this woman had made a study of the art. 'You’ll have to teach that to Hazel.' I breathed in her ear.

'I’ll do that later.' She muttered. 'For now, you just relax and enjoy.' She rolled me onto my back and sat up astride me. With her head back, eyes closed and mouth open, she seemed to be in a world of her own as several times she brought me to the brink of climax and then relieved the demand and allowed the urge to pass. Finally she began to quiver and opened her eyes as she drooped forward to lay her breast against my chest. I rolled her onto her back and began the short strokes as she began to climax. Seconds later I unloaded into her.

She pulled me closer against her breast, kissed me and said 'Yummy.'

Hazel and Ed had finished and were lying spoon-fashion on their sides watching us. Ed’s hand was cupping Hazel’s right breast - for a second I felt more shocked at that than I had been at watching him fuck her. Hazel pursed her lips toward me and I kissed her.