Snow, ice and disappearing mercury gripped our home in Texas last Monday morning. Our neighborhood in suburban Fort Worth lost power and the temperature outside fell way below freezing. The wind blew through every crack bringing the chill indoors. Pulling the generator out into six inches of snow was nearly impossible, but I managed. Too bad my husband, Troy, was on the East Coast with his son from an earlier marriage. The generator wasn’t set up to power the whole house, but he had rigged a way to plug in the gas furnace’s blower to the generator. Power failures are common here. The generator worked until the power came back on. But the second time that the power went off, I couldn’t start it.
Our next-door neighbor, Vicente, a.k.a. Vic, is some kind of mechanical engineer, so I went over and asked if he could help. He actually got the generator started one time, but after the next round of power back on and then off, it just stayed dead. Vic and Veronica, his wife, were very sweet and invited me to warm up in their home, where the generator was working just fine. Tony figured out how to cut off my water and drain the pipes, so I wouldn’t have a leak.
Their generator couldn’t power their electric stove. So we arranged for me to cook on my gas stove and bring dinner back to their house. Their TV worked intermittently so we gradually realized we were in for the long haul, outage wise. Other than the heat, the TV and one or two lights, they kept the house dark. They had my 5 gallon gas container to help. Cell phones were being charged in the cars, but they weren’t much use because service was out. I was going to sleep in their spare bedroom. After dinner, we settled into an evening of conversation, snacks and wine. We had already given up on trying to keep masks on in the house. I was part of the family now, and shockingly, that took on new meaning as my visit progressed.
Veronica even offered me one of her nighties and a robe so I wouldn’t have to cross over to my now-dark house for something to wear. I was amused how sexy the gown was. I changed in the guest room and came back out. They had also changed into night clothes and robes. It did seem to me that Veronica was being especially nice to me, but it still came as a shock when she asked, “Carmina, have you and Troy ever tried swinging?”
I stammered, “You mean, like, … wife swapping … oh my God! Troy would never … Oh My God!”
I guess I revealed my inner conflict the way I said that. I hadn’t exactly been the faithful wife in my first marriage, though neither of my husbands knew about that. Troy’s first wife had gone out on him after 10 years of marriage and that led to their divorce, but as far as I knew he had always been a straight arrow.
Veronica crossed the room and sat close to me on the sofa. She purred into my ear, “You said, Troy would never ….” She put a hand into the robe and touched my breast through the nightie. I dawned in that second why she gave me that very sexy nighty. “What about Carmina?” she asked as she kissed me on the neck. I felt a surge of moisture between my legs and glanced over at Vic in terror. I could only shrug.
“And I can tell you have had fun with other girls, too,” as her hand slid down to my waist. It was true, but it had been an awfully long time. I froze there as my body begged for me to let things happen.
Veronica is a wholesome beauty. Not a fashion model but the kind of approachable beauty that appeals to other women like me. Shoulder length black hair, dark Latin eyes, skin tones that reflect her Mexican heritage, and a well proportioned figure that had filled out a bit.
But I didn’t want to cheat. Somehow, I mustered the self control to stand up. “No. No. I can’t. I’ve been true to him. I’m so sorry. Maybe I should go.”
“No. No. It’s OK, we shouldn’t have been so bold,” Veronica replied. “I’m the one who should be sorry. And you can’t go back to that cold place,”
I stood there staring at her with tears and desire in my eyes. “Well I guess I’d better go to bed, OK?”
That night didn’t offer much sleep. I laid there for a half hour gently stroking my nipples as I tried to deal with my body’s reaction to Veronica’s advance. Eventually, my head filled with fantasies and memories. I took my breasts in both hands as I recalled the summer after my sister Patty’s freshman year in college. The two of us had been on double dates that ended in sex with our boyfriends and included exchanging partners. Was that so different from what Vic and Veronica were proposing? It had been so exciting to watch the boys’ cocks slip in and out of her vagina and to let the others watch my naked body be taken.
But Patty had come home from college with new experiences between her legs. My hands wandered down to my tummy and below as I relived the afternoon when she said, “Wait ’til you try this.” She started with deep kisses – a first for us – while her hands wandered over my tee shirt and shorts. I cooperated when she pulled off my clothes and pushed me back on my bed – I guess I knew where things might be headed though I had never pondered the details. I watched her undress and realized I was having a reaction more like boys had given me.
Patty had actually sucked on my tits as her fingers played in my pussy. And then her tongue was lapping all over my pussy lips and in between. Back in my neighbors’ bed, my own fingers worked to remake the unbelievable orgasm Patty had given me. First over my clit and then deep inside where Patty’s tongue had gone. No boy had yet done that to me. As I replayed that day and the many that followed, sometimes it was Veronica’s sex that I imagined, sometimes Patty’s. Did her juices taste the same as Patty’s? I tried to imagine what her pussy looked like. A full blown orgasm coursed through my body as I suppressed the sounds I usually make.
And as fantasies and memories are wont to do, my thoughts wandered to other events, like the time during my first marriage when a man came to my hotel room three nights in a row. There wasn’t much that a man and woman can do that we didn’t do those nights – other than the really kinky stuff. His semen had filled my pussy and my mouth and even my rear and had splashed all over my face and tits. And my own juices had run all over his face when we engaged in 69. I found myself wondering what it would be like to have Vic’s cock in my mouth. My fingers gave me another orgasm as the images in my mind kept switching between the two men’s cocks inside me.
When I awoke the next morning, Veronica and Vin were already up. I got dressed and went out to the kitchen. “Maybe we could cook up some pancakes or eggs at your place.” Veronica and I gathered the ingredients and hurried across in the 15 degree weather. The furnace thermostat told us the house was a very chilly 40 degrees.
I handed Veronica a bowl and measuring cup so she could start mixing the pancakes while I took out an ice cold frying pan and started laying out strips of bacon. But before we lit off the stove, I revealed what I had been thinking all morning as I laid awake in bed. My lip was trembling. I moved closer to Veronica and took her in my arms.
“Last night, you know. I laid awake last night, you know. Thinking about what you said. I couldn’t stop imagining, you know, what you were suggesting …,” unable to finish the thought I turned and looked her in the eyes. I threw my arms around her and we started kissing, coats unzipped, hands all over our sweater-clad bodies. “It’s OK Veronica,” I murmered, “It’s OK.” I kissed her more. “I want this. I really do.” Her freezing cold hands slid up under my shirt and over my braless chest. I opened her jeans and reached down to find her shaved (aha) pussy already soaking wet.
“It’s freezing here. Maybe we should get under the covers upstairs,” I offered. In our bedroom, Veronica quickly shed her clothes and dived under the icy sheets with a yelp. I dug for an old quilt to add to our blankets and threw it on before I tore everything off, climbed in and pressed my body against hers to share her body heat. Other than kissing and rubbing warmth into each others’ backs, it was a couple of shivering moments before we could think about anything but overcoming the cold. Then the hands came around to our boobs and kissing moved to our necks. We each found a wet pussy as we explored further. Rubbing on our vulvas brought us close to orgasm before fingers plunged into our vaginas. This time, I didn’t suppress my moans and neither did Veronica.
After that, we kissed and cuddled until Veronica decided it was time to continue. She slid down under the covers and began kissing my thighs. Pushing my legs apart she pushed her face against my sex and started licking. “Oh Veronica. Oh OH OH!!” I moaned. First she licked off to each side and then sucked and licked my lips. I screamed again as her tongue found my clit and her fingers found my love hole.
But I wanted Veronica to share my pleasure. With her help, we rearranged ourselves under the covers and laid on our sides with our heads between each other’s legs. Her aroma filled my nostrils as I licked those shaved pussy lips and sucked on her clit. Somehow, memories of my times with Patty came back. When Veronica’s orgasm was reawakening and mine was about to crest, I pushed my tongue into her love hole and gasped out loud with my own climax. She moaned exuberantly a few moments later.
Veronica was the first to get her head out from under the covers. It seemed out of context when she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” As I soon saw, Vic was standing there with his cock out through his zipper, jacking off.
Both of us stood up in our nakedness and started grabbing our clothes in the freezing air, but Vic stopped me. “I wondered what happened to you girls,” he said. Without thinking about the momentous action I was taking, I let him push me back on the bed. He lowered his pants enough to expose his equipment and climbed between my parted legs. He entered me as quickly as he could – I suppose he was afraid the cold would shrink things – and proceeded with fucking me while Veronica watched and finished getting dressed.
The cold air cut at the skin that was exposed, but the heat inside my sex and the warmth of his body on mine made up for it. His hands squeezed my breasts and his tongue played in my mouth. I pushed up against every thrust. Veronica began kissing my thighs as another orgasm swept over me and jets of Vic’s cum filled my pussy. He kept stroking my even after his ejaculation had ended.
When Vic pulled out, I just laid there exhausted. Veronica lovingly caressed my pussy, outside and in, as her husband’s seed oozed out. Suddenly I realized how cold I was and jumped up to get dressed. We all went downstairs and cooked the bacon and pancakes before we carried our breakfast to their warm house. Their microwave warmed the food that had chilled in the 15 degree crossing. Hot coffee took the ice out of my bones. As we wolfed down the food, Veronica asked me, “Are you OK with this?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.