"Hurry up, please! I've got to get going!" Heather was flat on her back on the bed and I was tit fucking her. Her breasts formed a fleshy tunnel as I knelt over her, sliding my dick in and out. I had morning wood, and since we hadn't had sex all week, I pestered her until she said, sure, do whatever, just be quick. I had been dreaming about her tits and wanted to fuck them before she hopped in the shower. But it was taking me a while to cum, and Heather was getting impatient. She pushed me off her chest and grabbed my cock. Stroking furiously and roughly, she pushed her middle finger up against the soft flesh behind my balls to hit my prostate, and that sent me off. I shot my load onto her hand.

"Eww, gross," she laughed. Heather ran off into the shower, giving me a good view of her perfect ass, leaving me to clean up. I lay back, feeling more than a little annoyed and neglected.

With the important client dinner coming up, Heather had adopted one of her least attractive modes: hyper-active, can't prepare too much, bossy bitch! She was super-invested into nailing this big account Western Furniture, wanting not so much the money (which was great), but the laurels for stealing an account from a rival network affiliate in town. Roberta had made it crystal clear that sealing the deal meant more than a friendly dinner. It meant letting Roberta and her husband Tom have their way with us. While Heather had recently embarked on the path of using sex as a sales tool (with my permission), I had never strayed, and wasn't sure I wanted to! Plus, Heather had not yet come to terms with seeing me with another woman, something that was likely to happen on the night. I tried to talk about it, but Heather was avoiding reality for the moment, so that 900 pound gorilla was just staying put in the background, for now. She was also way too busy for sex, either with me or with clients, so I felt ignored and neglected.

We had a week before the dinner, and Heather was frantic about our clothing and general appearance. She bullied her hairdresser and spa to book her in so that nails, eyebrows, hair (top and bottom) would be perfect on the day. She dropped $$$ at her favorite lingerie shop on the latest, hot, items so that the few extra pounds on her early 40s body would be shaped in the most delicious manner possible. She harassed me until I booked in at the barber shop (I refused to go to her salon) and got a haircut. I stood my ground about waxing, which brought on a hissy fit. I had to go to the men's shop to get new slacks, shirts and underwear, although I already had a closet full. I was fine with my body, which I thought was pretty good. I had all my hair, and I ran half-marathons once in a while, so the training kept me lean. I wasn't what you would call muscular or conventionally handsome, but I did notice women giving me the eye from time to time, so was secure in my own attractiveness. But, I was shy with women, especially good looking ones. I'm the kind of idiot who falls in love on the subway, building a fantasy life with someone in a nice outfit, only to have it shattered when she got off at the next stop. In short, I was easy prey for any woman who wanted me once I was outside the protective arms of my wife.

As it happened, my health and safety consulting work required me to go to a nearby city for a client meeting. It was far enough away, and the meeting was late afternoon, so I booked a hotel room so I wouldn't have to drive back late at night. I packed up my laptop and bag, kissed Heather goodbye while she was prattling on about which skirt to wear to the dinner, and headed out on the road. While I was driving, a text showed up on the screen. It was from Heather, and read: "look in on Sharon, pls!"

Sharon was an old friend who had moved up there a few years back. We had been good friends with Sharon and her husband, but he had been killed in a bank robbery, of all things, and she had moved away to be closer to family. We visited her a couple of times a year, and she came down to stay with us occasionally. We had also helped her out with the move, setting herself up in the new place, all the kinds of things that friends do for each other. It was natural that I would check in on her when I was up there, and I was glad that Heather had reminded me. I used the speech to text mode to text Sharon, suggesting we have dinner tonight. She came back in a few moments, saying she would be glad to have me over, would six o'clock work? I agreed, and thought no more about it.

The meeting went well, although I felt my client was wishing that compliance with ever increasing government regulations wasn't so expensive. Heather texted me several times with photos of various outfits, asking my opinion. She also teased me by letting me know that she had given a client a blow job and would send some pics later. I was annoyed and aroused at the same time.

I arrived at Sharon's town house at six, bringing a bottle of red wine because I knew she only drank white, while I preferred red. Sharon answered the door with a big smile and I gave her a hug and a friendly peck on the cheek. I gave her the bottle of red and acted surprised when she reminded me that she only drank white.

"Sorry, I forgot," I lied. "Memory like a sieve, you know." Sharon laughed and poured red for me and white for her. We sat at the kitchen table, yakking, while she caught me up on all her nieces, nephews, cousins, former in-laws and the kids down the street. I told her that Heather was doing very well, not going into details. Something was cooking in the oven, and I looked forward to a tasty meal.

Sharon was mid-forties, chunky, but cute. She had a pleasing round face, blond hair, laughing eyes. Under an old sweatshirt and yoga pants lurked a sizable pair that I had always coveted in secret. She hadn't been with anyone since her husband had passed (according to her bestie, Heather). The oven timer rang, and Sharon hopped up to extract a chicken casserole. We nibbled on that, drinking a few more glasses of wine and talking about anything and everything. It seemed that as the drinks flowed, Sharon's eyes got brighter, her skin softer, her voice sweeter and her tits bigger! She got fairly handsy, taking several opportunities to touch my arm, brush against me, or gently remove some crumbs from the corner of my lips. She got funnier too, and I found myself laughing at her jokes. It was an enjoyable dinner! But, it was getting late, and I felt I should get back to my hotel room before I was too sloshed to drive safely.

Suddenly my phone buzzed. Without thinking, I looked at the screen. As promised, Heather had sent me some pics of her blowing a client. This guy had an enormous cock, so I understood why she had found time in her busy schedule to experience him. I was kind of staring at the screen when Sharon spoke up.

"What's that?" she asked.

I gulped. "Oh, it's just Heather sending me pics of a new outfit. She's shopping crazy these days."

If I'd had less wine, I might have been swift enough to pocket my phone immediately. But, I was too slow.

"Lemme see!" Sharon grabbed my phone and looked at the screen. "Oh my god! What the fuck?"

Sharon's mouth opened wide and her eyebrows lifted as she took in the scene on the phone screen. A series of pics showed Heather gobbling an enormous dick, flaunting it for the camera. She slammed the phone down on the table.

"What is going on with you two?" Sharon reached over and took my hand in hers. "Are you guys doing ok? Why is she taunting you with these photos?"

I got up and paced around the kitchen, not knowing what to say. What was more disgraceful, the fact that my wife went with other men, or that I enjoyed watching her do it? I struggled for words, and Sharon took my emotional upset as actual distress. She followed and backed me into a corner between the sink and the fridge. Her lips quivered as she put her hands on my shoulder.

"I'm so sorry," she said, tears rolling from her eyes. "You don't deserve this, you really don't. I love Heather! How could she do this to you. Sharon started sobbing, and I couldn't help myself. I hugged her tightly. Her big breasts squashed up against my chest, and it was as if someone had fired a starter's pistol. The race was on!

Before I knew it, we were kissing passionately. I don't think Sharon had been with a man since her husband passed, at least she had never told Heather, her bestie, if she had. I had not been with another woman since meeting Heather and the stimulation of having a warm, soft, friendly, female in my arms was incredible. The kissing progressed to aggressive tongue play, and my hands were up under Sharon's sweatshirt, feeling the soft flesh of her tits, caressing her nipples. Both of us were gasping and groaning at this point, but I broke off for a moment. My better judgement fell prey to my lust.

"Show them to me," I said, while squeezing her boobs so Sharon would know what I meant. "I've been dying to see those ever since I met you."

Sharon smiled and whipped off her sweatshirt. Her breasts were contained in a substantial bra, but it had a front catch and I was able to open it without problem. Both beauties were on full display before my hungry eyes, and my mouth watered. She cupped one sizable tit up for my inspection, and I began to suck on the nipple while putting my hands inside her yoga pants to grope her ass cheeks and pull her hips against mine. She dropped her hands to my bum and gave it a firm squeeze. Suddenly, we were off balance, and I started backing her up to the kitchen table.

"Oh, my, yes, please!" she said, as her ass bumped up against the table edge. With one arm I sent the dishes crashing to the floor and pushed her over. Sharon helped a little, hopping to get her ass up on to the surface. We both worked to get her yoga pants off, and her sizable panties followed quickly. Sharon was a feast for my hungry eyes, massive tits swinging free, comfy rolls on her hips and a hairy bush that begged for exploration. I laid her on to her back, let her hook her legs over my shoulders, and began to kiss and lick her sweet pussy.

Sharon was a big girl, and her pussy was of a like scale. Bushy, long, loose lips, a big clit and she was streaming like a fountain as I probed her with tongue and fingers. Sharon grabbed my hair and moaned as I ate her, ravishing her with my mouth like I was some kind of animal. I slid three fingers inside her and stroked as I sucked and nibble her lips and clit. She fairly screamed her delight, shivers of pleasure running up and down her spine as I burrowed into her cunt. She was obviously enjoying my attentions and began directing the activity.

"Oh god, oh yes," she said. "Oh, a little higher, that's right. Push in a little more. Harder! Oh, that's good, aahhh, yes!"

I expected that since Sharon had been off the market for a while, she would come quickly, but she was taking her time. This was fine with me, since I loved eating pussy, and I wanted to explore this new terrain fully with my tongue, lips and fingers. Her lips were floppy and I took them lightly in my teeth and pulled them out. Her pussy was streaming and my fingers slipped in and out easily, despite the mighty squeeze of her pussy muscles. I thrust my tongue in as deeply as possible, and this was a big hit, producing a series of moans and groans. As I worked on her cunt, I looked up over her tummy to watch her floppy breasts shake and roll. The time it took to make her cum and the visuals got me horny as hell.

Finally, Sharon came, grunting and moaning, grabbing my head and pushing my face into her cunt. She didn't squirt, exactly, but there was a lot more fluid than I was used to from Heather's more elegant pussy. My cock was throbbing with need, and as Sharon lay on the table in the afterglow of orgasm, my big brain was battling it out with my little brain.

Big Brain: "Are you fucking stupid, or what? Fucking your wife's friend! You don't think she'll find out? You are in for a world of hurt, you dumb fuck!"

Little Brain: "Pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy, need to fuck now, need to fuck right now!"

These two were still battling it out when Sharon got off the table, grabbed my hand and dragged me off to the bedroom. Big Brain gave up the fight at this point! Pushing me on to the bed, on my back, she got on top and lowered herself on to my cock. Leaning forward to support herself, her large breasts swung in front of my face, and I was able to lean forward a bit and take one into my mouth to give it a greedy suck. Sharon began to bounce up and down. She was a heavy girl, so the impact of her ass hitting my hips was significant, and the bed squeaked and creaked as she moved. Now it was my turn to moan and groan as my cock took complete control of the rest of my body. Her pussy was so slippery that I wasn't getting a lot of feeling, but then Sharon leaned back far enough to bend my cock while she gripped me with her pussy muscles. Again, the sight of her massive tits swinging around as she fucked me made me crazy with lust. I reached up to grab her breasts, and again she clenched. We were both moaning and I started to cum. Sharon could feel my cock expanding inside her, which got her very excited, and she worked to milk me dry, murmuring encouragement as I pumped my load into her cunt. Finally, the stimulation was too much, so I begged her to stop. Sharon just smiled and ground into me for another unbearable minute before letting my shrinking cock slip out of her pussy.

I'll spare you the details of the extremely awkward conversation that followed. Sharon and I both felt guilty as hell. Sharon covered up her lovely body as quickly as possible and made me a coffee. I hid under the sheets as we chatted. It was all Heather's fault, obviously, for sending the pic that had sparked everything. I made it clear that I wanted to work things out with Heather, hiding the fact that I was ok and even happy that she was fucking other men. Sharon said that she liked me a lot, but she could never think of stealing her friend's husband. This could never happen again! That was something we both agreed upon. Sharon didn't regret what we had done, but this had to be a one off, etc. I expressed the hope that enough time had passed that she might feel comfortable dating again. This was a stupid thing to say, and I felt like an asshole as I watched Sharon sob. I dared not hold her, lest we be off to the races again, and after a few minutes she calmed down and said she agreed with me. I waited an appropriate amount of time, got dressed, and after giving Sharon a chaste peck on the cheek, slunk back to my hotel room.

I tried to sleep, but spent a lot of time trying to sort our my feelings. Heather had no right to expect me to stay faithful after her escapades, yet I felt badly. She had told me she didn't want me to be with other women, yet here I had screwed her friend in a moment of vulnerability. Nor had I done Sharon any favors. She now had to keep a guilty secret from her friend. Even worse, she might divulge our indiscretion to Heather, and then the fur would fly! On the other hand, having been with another woman, I was less reluctant to engage with Heather on her enhanced sales meetings, if I could call them that. It was a restless night!

I drove back home the next morning, and spent the day on the computer, finalizing the health and safety plan I owed my client from the meeting the day before. Heather had texted me, letting me know she had several sales calls and also asking how things had gone with Sharon? What could I say? I just said Sharon was fine and left it at that.

Heather got home about six-thirty. I had warmed up some frozen dinners we got from a specialty shop in town, very tasty. As usual, I fixed her a drink, and after she kicked off her heels and draped her suit-jacket over the stair rail, she flopped on the couch. I decided to take the offensive, to steer the conversation away from Sharon.

"How did it go today," I said. "Anything interesting?"

"No, just a bunch of skinny deals," she said, laughing. "They're kind of like screwing your husband. Not much fun, but someone has to do it!"

I smiled weakly. Skinny deals were small buys where the commission barely offset the cost of gas and lunch for the client. They took almost as much effort as bigger deals, but paid almost nothing. Still, they had to be done.

"So, how was Sharon," she asked. I changed the topic quickly.

"So, why did you send me that dick pic?" I said. "It was kind of distracting, you know."

Heather gave me a sour look. "Well, I'm sorry honey. I thought you were ok with that aspect of my work, interested even! I'd never seen one that big, so I thought I'd share, that's all."

"No, I'm fine with it. Tell me more about your, er, session. Was it just oral, or something more"

"Mmm, you are curious, aren't you?" Heather sipped her drink and tweaked my cheek playfully. Maybe we could recreate the event after dinner?"

"Sure, but tell me what happened first. That'll warm me up."

Heather took a deep breath. "Well, I wanted an excuse to drop in on Roberta at Western Furniture again, so I had a small gift basket made up and took it over on the off chance she'd be in."

"A gift basket? Isn't that premature? I mean, she hasn't signed yet."

Heather frowned. "Normally, I'd wait, of course. But, as I said, I wanted an excuse to drop by, so I pushed the envelope a little. I went up to reception and asked if Roberta was free. The receptionist said she was out, but Tom was in the office and I could leave the basket with him. So, I went into the office, and there was Tom!"

"You mean, you and Tom?"

Heather nodded. "Yes, he was there at the desk. He was awfully nice, and offered me a drink, so of course I accepted. He said that Roberta had briefed him on my proposal for the ad buy, and that he was impressed. He also asked if I had considered Roberta's proposal. I told him that I found Roberta's proposal quite attractive, exciting, in fact. He responded by saying Roberta had found our meeting so exciting that he'd had to satisfy her that is was a good deal three times when she got home! The conversation was obviously getting sexual so I decided to move things along since I didn't have a lot of time before my next sales call."

The timer on the oven rang, indicating dinner was ready. "Let's talk about this over dinner," I said. Heather nodded, and ran into the bedroom to freshen up and put on her silk robe. When she came back, we resumed our conversation at the kitchen table.

"So, tell me what happened," I said, stuffing a forkful into my mouth.

"As I said, I knew I didn't have a lot of time, so I just closed in for a kiss, and we started making out. He's very fit, quite sexy for an older man, so it didn't take any effort on my part to get into the mood."

I felt my crotch tightening as I imagined Heather kissing him, pressing her breasts against his chest, letting his hands wander over her ass. She continued.

"You know how I feel about blow jobs, but since I was in a rush, I thought it was best to be direct. So after kissing for a bit, I dropped to my knees on the carpet and unzipped him. I pulled him free, and that's when I found what you saw in the pic!"

"He looks big!" I said. Heather nodded.

"Oh, yes! I mean, I didn't have a measuring tape, but the biggest in my experience. And girthy! I could barely get my hand around him. Hard to fit into my mouth, and couldn't get a lot in, either."

"So, did you suck him off, or what?"

Heather blushed. "I was very bad, almost whorish, I'm afraid. I hope I didn't put him off us. I sucked him for a bit until he was very hard, then I literally dropped my panties and leaned over the couch and asked him to fuck me."

"What, you used those exact words, fuck me?"

"Yup. I stuck my ass out, and asked him to fuck me now! Blowing someone doesn't usually work me up, but his size got me excited quickly and I was in a rush, so I cut to the chase. He jumped right on me and started stroking."

"How was it? Was it difficult to take him in?"

"Not really, I mean the initial insertion was something, but he was gentle. The he started fucking me, and it felt really good, probably just because I was excited by his size. He did knock my cervix with it, which was a bit painful, but since he was so big I could really feel it when he came." Heather stuffed some more casserole in her mouth, and I watched hungrily as she licked her lips. My cock was hardening up as she talked. Her silk robe was loose, and her tits were visible in the opening.

"Did you come?"

Heather shook her head. "No, we didn't have time for that. I just let him fuck me from behind like that, and it was good to feel filled up by him. Then he came and it was pretty much over. I had to use the toys when I got home to relax myself. But, what the hell, I'm sure looking forward to dinner with them this weekend! How about you?"

A bit of casserole had fallen from Heather's fork and rested on her upper breast. I pushed my chair out and went beside her, Pulling open her robe, I ate the errant piece of casserole off of her tit. At the same time, I pushed a hand down and grabbed her pussy. Heather stood up, my hand now groping her cunt, my fingers searching out her slit.

"Whoa, tiger!" she said. "I haven't finished dinner yet."

"Fuck dinner!" I said. I swept the plates off the table, grabbed her ass and laid her down on her back.

"Hey, what's going on?" she said. "Holy fuck, you're worked up, aren't you?"

I didn't answer, but spread her legs as my mouth sought out her pussy. One hand fumbled with my belt, managing to undo it so my pants would drop to the floor. My other hand grabbed her tit, squeezing rather more aggressively than normal. Heather spread her arms out over the table as I ate her.

"Fuck, that's good honey, go for it," she gasped. I tongue fucked her and finger fucked her, feeling her juice up as my touch excited her. Then I stood up, grabbed her by the hips, dragged her butt to the edge of the table and entered her. Heather shouted encouragement.

"Go baby, go! Oh, that's good! Oh, you've got a big cock, fuck me with it, make me come!"

This was rather more vocal than the normal Heather, and somewhere in the back of my horny mind I knew she was putting on an act for my benefit. But, I didn't care. She had just described how she had given herself to someone with a giant cock, and my lust to reclaim her as my own made me insanely horny. Feeling she was nice and wet, I started ramming her with everything I had.

"That's it, baby! Give it to me, give it to me!" Heather was panting and squirming on the table top as I fucked her. I felt the urge coming upon me and just let it flow to completion.

Heather felt me cumming and wrapped her legs around my hips, squeezing to increase my pleasure. A huge wave of release hit me as spasm after spasm wracked my cock. I grunted and moaned. Finally it was too much, and I cried out.

"Ah, Sharon, oh fuck me, Sharon, oh my god!"

The next thing I felt was the smack of Heather's hand across my cheek.

"What the fuck did you just say? Sharon? You fucking swine!"

(Stay tuned for Part 3 - The Dinner Date)