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After two years of medical school in Missouri, my wife Meg and I were beginning a new stage of life. I had received my clinical rotation placement at Valley View Medical Center in southern Utah.
The transition from a student learning in books and labs to real patients in a clinical setting seemed both scary and exciting. Okay, I wasn’t going to be a real doctor, but now I was going to do real doctoring (with supervision) and I was excited for the possibilities. At the conclusion of my second year, I was inducted into the Arnold P. Gold Foundation Gold Humanism Honor Society. The pinning ceremony seemed so surreal. This was official. I had made it. Meg was so proud of me.
After the pinning ceremony, we had about a month before Meg and I would pack our things into a 10 foot U-Haul van and drive all the way to Cedar City, Utah. It would be a bittersweet month. Meg would have to say goodbye to the young women at church that she had gotten so close to. To be honest, I wasn’t too sad about leaving behind the primary children I had been teaching. I mean I love the little rats, but I won’t miss them.
The hardest part would be missing the friends we had come to love here — the members of our church congregation and our medical school peers and families — including Fayth and Tarbhan MacKenzie. Fayth came into med school the same time I did. We had been in the same classes, and she had been my study partner. I know that without Fayth, I would not have passed at least two critical exams.
My wife Meg was best friends with Fayth, doing everything together in their free time. They were ministering partners in church but did more for each other than they ever did for any of the old ladies in our congregation that they were assigned to visit.
As Meg and I experimented with and discovered our sexuality in new and often public ways, it was usually Fayth that kept Meg grounded, making sure she understood the risks and talking through the possible consequences. Through it all, Fayth and Tarbhan never took part in our sexual adventures.
There certainly were some sexual tensions between us all. It was inevitable. As Fayth and I studied together, often late into the evening, it was easy to get caught up in her physical beauty and intelligence. She worked out regularly and had almost no fat on her. Her hips and ass were perfectly proportioned, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit the thought of her pounding that ass on my cock had crossed my mind on several occasions.
Fayth’s best physical asset, in my humble opinion, is above her waist. She has the second most beautiful pair of tits that I’ve ever encountered (of course my wife’s are the best). Throughout our two years in school together, I’ve never actually seen Fayth’s breasts, though I had imagined them many times.
I would guess they are 34C maybe — substantial, with good cleavage, but not heavy. I’ve seen how they stand proudly tight with just a hint of wiggle when she exercises. I’ve also seen her nips trying to poke through her sports bra, and wondered how hard those nipples must be to push out so far against the tight fabrics designed to hold them nice and compressed.
She usually wore loose-fitting clothes when not working out, but I’ve seen her dress up every Sunday and on special occasions with the perfect amount of cleavage showing and curves that turned plenty of heads — but never enough exposure to be indecent.
Tarbhan was no less impressive. I’ve actually seen more of him than Fayth — because I’ve seen him change in the dressing room. Like Fayth, he has an athletic build. His chest has almost no hair on it, and his abs are clearly defined, though not grotesque. His penis had some distance to it, hanging at least a couple of inches below his balls when he took a shower in the locker room. I imagine when he gets that thing hard, it can poke the cervix out of any woman. His name means “young bull” in Irish, and it wouldn’t take much for the length and breadth of that thing to fulfill his name.
Fayth’s clinical rotation placement was in South Carolina, and we were going to Southern Utah, so it seemed likely that this would be the last time we would get to be with our friends. A lot of tears were shed as we packed up our households over the last few weeks. We had a combined garage sale and sold off or donated most of our ordu escort belongings. Together, the four of us packed our apartment, and we helped them pack theirs.
Soon the time to load the U-Haul truck came … more tears were shed as a half-dozen men from our church showed up en masse to load our truck.
Tarbhan’s muscles were prominently on display in his sleeveless sweaty t-shirt. He had been particularly helpful lifting the heavy boxes and furniture, and Fayth’s organizational skills helped us keep the packing and loading going. It’s amazing how well she fit everything in the small truck — I was concerned it wasn’t large enough, but I was wrong.
They packing crew were done in less than 30 minutes, leaving us standing in an empty home. We ran the vacuum and carpet cleaner one more time, and finished wiping down the shelves and drawers — some final cleaning so we could get our full deposit back from our landlord. The hard work left us all a bit sweaty, the moisture giving the women a damp t-shirt look, and Tarbhan’s t-shirt was wet with his sweat.
Once everything was loaded and the apartment cleaned, we had one more night before turning in our apartment keys and driving off first thing in the morning. Since our beds and bedding were all packed with all our furniture, we saved out a few blankets and planned on sleeping on our living room carpeted floor the last night. Tarbhan ordered some pizza and we all sat there on the floor eating our final meal together, laughing at all the good times we had and crying at the end of our adventure together.
We were all sweaty from moving all the boxes and cleaning, but we had packed the towels, so we didn’t take a shower. As the evening faded into night, we knew it was soon time to say goodbye. Meg got up off the floor and gave Fayth a hug — a hug that lasted longer than usual because neither wanted it to end. Meanwhile, I gave Tarbhan a handshake hug.
Meg then gave Tarbhan a longer-than-usual hug while I gave Fayth a hug. I watched as Meg took a deep breath, taking in the musky smell of Tarbhan’s perspiration. She lingered there, soaking in his essence. At 5’10”, Meg was close to the same height as Tarbhan, their cheeks touching and Meg’s tits pressing into Tarbhan’s chest while they hugged.
As they loosened the hug, ready to let go, Meg said out loud — loud enough for everyone to hear — “Oh fuck it.” She then planted a kiss on Tarbhan’s lips. This was not a grandmother’s kiss goodbye. We could see Meg’s tongue diving into Tarbhan’s mouth as she pushed him back against the wall and leaned her right leg into his crotch — his hardening cock now pressing onto Meg’s thigh.
At first, I thought Tarbhan was stunned, but he was not resisting. He was fully participating in this attack, grinding on my wife with his hips and his lips as Meg inventoried his tonsils. She wrapped one leg around his and pulled him even tighter. He put his hand behind Meg’s head and held her head against his as he tongue-wrestled my wife.
Then Meg reached down and began grabbing Tarbhan’s hardening cock on the outside of his shorts. He responded by fondling Meg’s breast outside her t-shirt. A moan came from my wife.
Fayth covered her mouth in shock and looked at me. Meg hadn’t told anyone about her “fuck it” plans, but if I knew my wife, this had been rolling around in her brain for about two years. I just smiled at Fayth and shrugged my shoulders.
“Come sit over here by me and let’s see how far this goes,” I said.
She sat on the floor and scooted her back side beside me against the opposite wall from the performance our spouses were providing. At first, we just watched together as Meg and Tarbhan kissed and groped.
Then Meg dropped to her knees and in one quick motion pulled down Tarbhan’s shorts and underwear, putting his cock into full view. His hard cock exceeding my estimates — and Meg was enjoying every inch of it. She began kissing him on the tip while she grabbed the length of it with her hand and started stroking it. Tarbhan looked at his wife, who was sitting by me. He had a look combining both shock and extreme arousal. He leaned his head back against the wall looking up at the ceiling fan as Meg began sucking his cock further and further down her throat.
Fayth just stared. She didn’t say anything to stop them — and Tarbhan showed no interest in stopping, so they kept going.
I put my arm around Fayth’s shoulder, gently pulling her in closer. “Are you okay?” I asked.
She didn’t answer at first. I could tell her breathing was faster and her heart rate was picking up. Her face was flushed as she instinctively dropped her right hand to her chest, cupping her right breast. I put my hand over hers and gave it and her breast beneath a squeeze. She didn’t swat me away, so I thought we must be okay.
Then Fayth turned her head and looked into my eyes. Her eyes were fully dilated and wet — my first thought was tears, but then I thought maybe it was arousal. osmaniye escort She was staring into my eyes, and I reciprocated, ignoring the grunting coming from her husband across the room as Meg’s mouth worked on his cock. We both glanced across the room and could see that Meg got the whole thing down, deep into her throat and started bouncing up and down on Tarbhan. We could see the saliva leaking out of her mouth as her lips coaxed out the cum building up inside him.
Then Fayth answered my question with a gentle, “Yes.” She rotated her body so she was facing me, away from the line of sight to her husband. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. It was a gentle loving kiss, unlike what Meg had done to her husband. Her kiss had some tongue action, but again it was a loving embrace of each other’s tongue. There was no urgency or demanding any greater oral engagement. It was respectful and peaceful. Of course, I responded with a matching energy and embrace.
I closed my eyes while we were kissing, enjoying the affection of my study partner, when I felt a hand on my crotch. As I opened my eyes, I saw Fayth’s eyes open at the same time and knew our relationship was about to change. After two years of knowing each other, we had one last boundary to cross — right there in the empty apartment on the carpeted floor, with our spouses in the same room.
Fayth was facing me, but I could see the action across the room. Meg and Tarbhan were now both on the floor, with my wife on top of his lap. Meg’s shorts and t-shirt had been tossed aside so she was naked. Tarbhan was kneading and kissing Meg’s tits as she was trying to get his shirt pulled over his head, making him fully naked. When she succeeded, Meg pushed him flat on his back and moved her hips forward to place her pussy on his face.
Tarbhan instantly dove in — though I couldn’t see the action between my wife’s legs, it was clear from her moans that Tarbhan was licking and sucking her pussy perfectly. Meg then grunted out an orgasm, crying out, “Oh fuck, yes. Do it. Don’t stop.”
When Meg’s orgasm rang out, Fayth turned her head and laid it on my chest, one hand continuing to stroke my shorts while watching her husband eat out my wife. I slid one hand outside the front of her shorts, mirroring her earlier affection by gently stroking her crotch.
After several minutes watching the porn show across the floor I slid my hand inside her underwear, and was slowly sliding two fingers between her lips, pausing at the clit to give a slow and gentle pinch before making the return trip to her now increasingly moist vagina. Her moisture having lubricated my fingers, I began the return trip to her clit, repeating the motion continually was we watched our spouses.
For her part, Fayth had unzipped my shorts and pulled my cock out from inside. She was stroking me, but it was more casual than driven. It was like she was being nice to me but had no intention of making me come. She was more fixated on what was going on across the room — our spouses now naked and frantically aroused by each other.
Meg turned toward us and asked, almost a pleading voice, “Fayth, may I fuck your husband?” (Afterwards, I realized Meg didn’t ask me for permission. I can’t help but wonder what that means for our relationship.)
Fayth paused long enough to make me think she might say no. But she didn’t. She stared at her husband. He was wholly aroused, his eyes rolling inside his head as Meg lowered her body, sliding down until she was sitting on Tarbhan’s crotch. Her hand was holding his cock — ready to make direct pussy to cock contact once she had consent from his wife.
Fayth looked for him to say something, to stop them from breaking their vows for the first time in their marriage. But Tarbhan was so aroused I guess he didn’t see the concern in Fayth’s face. Finally, she simply nodded her head affirmatively.
Tarbhan looked at me and muttered something. I wasn’t sure what he said but figured out he was asking, “Is it okay if I fuck your wife?”
The two of them made eye contact. Fayth had tears in her eyes as they stared for what seemed like minutes — though it was probably only a few seconds. When Fayth broke eye contact with her husband, she turned to kiss me again — this time with the lust-filled animal enthusiasm my wife had shown a few minutes earlier.
For a brief second, I thought about saying no to Tarbhan’s request, but I had other thoughts spurting into my brain at that moment. I watched as Meg dropped her body down on Tarbhan’s cock and began sliding it between her labia lips.
Fayth, no longer looking, now dropped her mouth to my cock and began giving me an incredibly enthusiastic oral workover.
“Only if I can fuck Fayth,” I answered.
“Fuck, yeah,” Tarbhan said. I wasn’t sure he was saying yes to me fucking his wife or if he was just reacting to Meg’s grinding her pussy lips on his cock — a fraction of an inch from penetration.
When sinop escort I gave permission, Fayth stopped sucking me and looked up at me again — this time her eyes seemed to be asking if I loved her or if it was just going to be the same kind of animalistic fuck we were watching across the room.
I answered her with a gentle kiss on her forehead. I whispered to her, “You have been my light for the last two years, giving me hope when it seemed impossible to find. It would give me great pleasure to make love to you.”
Fayth moved around so she was sitting on my lap facing me — again turning away from looking at her husband. My now free and hard cock landing right on her crotch, but she wasn’t humping me. Instead, she curdled up in a ball, resting her head on my chest as we snuggled.
She wasn’t watching my wife and her husband — her eyes were closed. I just put my arms around her and held her close, protecting her from the pain of saying goodbye, the emotions of her husband cheating in front of her, the stress of their move across the country — all of it coming out in the stream of tears that leaked from her soul, wetting my chest. She wasn’t crying out loud, but in her private moment of suffering, her tears leaked from every pore. My penis softened as we moved from lust to love.
It was at that point that I decided to say one word — the safe word that Meg and I had chosen nearly two years ago. This was the word that we had agreed upon would immediately stop whatever sexual adventure was happening.
“Kumquat.” — I nearly yelled it, just to make sure Meg heard me.
Meg had positioned Tarbhan’s cock to enter her when I decided to say the word. She had just dropped down, taking his whole length deep inside her when she heard me. Meg looked at me with Tarbhan’s cock pushing against her cervix. “What did you say,” she asked, as Tarbhan’s hips instinctively lifted her up off the living room carpet to penetrate deeper.
“Kumquat.” Since I had Meg’s attention, I repeated the word at a more normal conversational voice. Just the one word.
Meg looked at me, and then at Fayth, then back to me. She looked at Tarbhan. She hesitated — I know she understood what I was saying, that I had invoked the safe word, but she was deciding what to do. She had a large cock literally inside her womb, and her vagina was instinctively squeezing Tarbhan. When he arched back, pulling partially out and then lifted his hip again, pushing into Meg as far as he could go, Meg instinctively pushed back against his movement — a second penetration.
I thought for a moment that she wouldn’t be able to not fuck him. Slowly, I saw the fog of lust lift from her eyes. This was the first time either of us had used the safe word and her brain had finally caught up to what was supposed to happen.
Meg leaned back, removing Tarbhan’s cock from inside her, a string of lubrication linking his cock and her pussy dripped out as she withdrew until the thin stream of fluid broke. I could see tears forming in her eyes. After a moment of recognition, she came over to sit with Fayth and I. Meg put her arms around Fayth and whispered to her best friend, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. Please forgive me.”
Tarbhan wasn’t sure what was going on. He didn’t know about our safe word — all he knew was that he was inside my wife, literally fucking her, and then she left him hanging there ready to explode. He lay there on the floor masturbating while watching a naked Meg and his wife Fayth hug each other. He was so close to coming that he kept stroking even as he began to recognize what was happening on our side of the room.
Meg helped Fayth off the floor, grabbed a couple of blankets and her clothes as they left the room — going back to the empty master bedroom to talk. I couldn’t hear what they were saying because the door was closed.
Meanwhile Tarbhan continued jerking off and ended up shooting his load onto our freshly cleaned carpet. I wasn’t about to rent a rug cleaner a second time just for his cum, so I threw him a blanket and told him to clean it up himself. Let’s just hope our landlord doesn’t use blacklight when we check out in the morning.
I laid down with my blanket and tried to get some sleep. It wasn’t easy — even though we had a carpet, it wasn’t as soft as a bed, and my mind wondered what was going on in the back bedroom. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because at some point in the night I was awakened by Meg nudging my shoulder and whispering to come with her. She was fully dressed and wide awake.
I was a bit dazed but got up and went with her back to the master bedroom. Along the way, I glanced at Tarbhan, who was soundly sleeping, completely naked and exposed with the blanket gathered up for a pillow under his head, his cock pointing down at the carpet where he had left his stain.
When I got to the master bedroom, Fayth was exiting the bathroom. She took both of my hands and held them while she apologized for the whole situation.
“You know how much we care for you and Meg,” she said, still holding my hands.
“I do.”
“I’ve noticed how much you have enjoyed our study times together,” she continued. “I’ve seen you look at my tits when I’m exercising, and always walk behind me to stare at my ass.”
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