Who's April's Fool Now

Who's April's Fool Now?

Hi, my name is April. When I discovered that there was a story contest for April Fool's Day, I just had to submit mine. What can I say, sometimes real-life events turn out to be crazier than fantasy.

I have been happily married to my handsome husband Jeff for five years. We got married on St. Patrick's Day, and Jeff has always planned our anniversary celebrations well in advance. They always seemed to have some kind of romantic twist that often ended up flowing into an April Fool's Day prank. Most of the time I ended up being the fool, but always in some special erotic fantasy kind of way. Believe me when I tell you that I'm not complaining. This year, I had plans to turn the tables though. I was going to figure out what he was planning and not only foil it, but put together some kind of reverse prank that would prove my practical joker dominance once and for all. First though, a little back story.

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In high school, I was always that shy girl that never drew attention from the boys. By the time I was off to college, I had never so much as been on a date with a boy. Sure, I fantasized about boys all the time, but what teenage girl didn't. I can't say that I had not been kissed by then, because that would be a lie. I can say though, that I hadn't been kissed by a boy.

My BFF in high school was Tammy. She was just about as shy and homely as me but had at least gone to a couple of dances with boys. In my naïve mind, she was the expert. Tammy's parents were going through a nasty divorce, so we seemed to do a lot of sleepovers during our senior year. I guess curiosity got the best of us, and we spent a considerable amount of time "practicing" kissing. If I was ever going to get the opportunity to actually kiss a real boy, I wanted to be prepared. Besides, I justified, girls practice with each other all the time, right?

Okay wait, before your mind even goes there, kissing was all we did. Well, kissing and a lot of undercover masturbating. While neither of us actually acknowledged it, we both knew the other was doing it under the covers while we lay next to each other in my small bed. Just the occasional bump of an arm or sudden shudder of an overly stimulated body, clearly signaled that we were both reaping the benefits of our kiss induced arousal. I often fantasized about touching Tammy in those moments. I knew full well what was hiding under her nightgown. Not that either of us were outwardly promiscuous, but I think we both enjoyed teasing just a little. The occasional up-nightie view while we sat cross legged on the bed, or the accidental bathroom encounter while the other was drying after a shower. I am pretty sure we both wanted secretly to hook up but were both too shy to initiate anything that overtly sexual.

Thinking back to that time always brings a smile to my face. Just imagine two naïvely innocent eighteen-year-old girls sensually kissing for hours as the sexual tension built deep within our curious minds and bodies. A foreboding lust that would never be fully explored but would cause our unmolested bodies to weep from their most private of places as we satisfied the overwhelming desire with our sneaky fingers.

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College was a whirlwind for me. Living with a promiscuous roommate my first year proved to be very educational indeed. I found myself hanging with the in-crowd for the first time in my life, and real sex was readily available at every turn. I was becoming much more confident around boys and found myself dating occasionally. By the end of my freshman year, I hadn't yet lost my virginity but had performed a couple of hand-jobs and was hoping to graduate to blowjobs soon. I had even kissed a girl between her legs during a co-ed drinking game.

I will never forget that moment. My penalty for losing a round was to lay on my back while this girl squatted over my face so I could kiss her panty clad pussy. She was wearing blue cotton panties, and there was already a thin dark wet streak between her puffy lips from earlier challenges. I couldn't help but take a curious whiff while my nose was all up in her business. Her scent was very alluring and immediately triggered my arousal. That little stunt to me, was always the most memorable and mysterious of my limited sexual encounters during my first year of higher education. I certainly had more to learn, especially about girls. My plan was to practice the art of that particular kind of kissing with Tammy over the summer. Unfortunately she moved away with her mother before we had the opportunity.

My real sexual revolution occurred during sophomore year. My new roommate's name was Kelly. She was incredibly beautiful and a self-proclaimed bi-sexual naturalist. I had never met such a free spirit. She only wore clothing when she absolutely had to, and never ever harmed a single hair on her precious body. It didn't take long before my own dress habits and grooming standards started to change. Don't get me wrong, I continued to shave my pits and legs, but started letting the bush grow wild. It just felt so completely liberating to parade around the dorms in the buff. It wasn't long before the rumors started. Rumors that I secretly hoped would become reality.

It didn't take long before we felt comfortable enough to stop hiding our self-pleasure sessions. There is just something so completely erotic about sitting cross legged on a bed and watching another girl touch herself while you do the same. Watching her hands squeeze and caress her eager breasts, those long fingers that disappear seductively into a thick dense patch of silky fur. The look on a climactic face. And let's not forget about the sounds of ecstasy. All my life, I had felt the need to silence my passion. I quickly discovered how important verbalizing one's emotions can be to reaching full sexual satisfaction. There is no doubt that the sounds that emanated from our dorm room only served to perpetuate the rumors.

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One night after a crazy frat party, Kelly invited a football player with the nickname "horse" back to our dorm. He was actually of German descent, and his real name was Horst. In hindsight, horse was probably more fitting. She had to sneak him in the back door while I played lookout. Things were getting hot and heavy on her bed when I grabbed my purse and jacket and quietly excused myself saying I was going to take a walk. To be honest, I felt a tinge of jealousy. I wanted to be the one in her bed. Don't get me wrong, I very much wanted to experiment more with a guy, but it only seemed fitting that I learn more about girls first.

"The fuck you are," Kelly rebuked before I made it to the door. "You have to see this."

Kelly reached inside the loose-fitting shorts of the fine male specimen that lay across her bed and pulled out the biggest cock I had ever seen. Technically, I guess, it was the first real cock I had ever seen. Sure, I had jerked a couple of guys off before, but it was always inside their pants. Without saying a word, she just started stroking the thick shaft and slipped her mouth over its big head. I just watched in amazement as it grew longer and thicker while her head bobbed and her hand stroked the saliva coated pole. I'm not sure if I was more aroused by the sight of his cock or her pretty lips sensually making love to it. In the end it didn't really matter. I was a hot mess.

I may have been a virgin at the time, but I did watch my fair share of porn. I can tell you that seeing the real thing for the first time is much more captivating and erotic than any video. I was so completely mesmerized by the sights and sounds that filled my brain that the thought of leaving that room completely evaporated. I was going to do that. I was going to have that.

"Get those pretty lips over here and kiss this horse cock," Kelly said in a low sultry voice. "This is way more than one girl can handle alone."

Without thought or hesitation, I leaned down and pushed my mouth over the big slippery cock. My intoxicated brain was so immersed in that special moment, it hardly registered that Kelly was busily tugging at my clothing, that her lips were soon kissing at my furry crotch. It wasn't long at all before the three of us were naked, and kissing, licking, and touching every part of each other. When Kelly saw Horst's hand push between my legs, she slapped it away telling him the first assault on my virgin pussy was hers and hers alone.

Kelly lay on her back near the foot of the small bed and lifted her legs high and wide before signaling Horst to step between them. I just watched in amazement as his huge cock split her open and pushed inside. I was so invested in the pornographic scene that was playing out before my eyes that I almost didn't notice Kelly's fingers toying with my virgin pussy. I could feel my body gently rock against her hand as her fingers reached depths mine never could. My senses were on full overload.

"Sit on my face," Kelly said in that same sultry voice. "Straddle my tits and push this wet pussy back against my face. I hesitated for a moment, not because I didn't want to experience her tongue, but rather I didn't want to lose the sensation of her fingers. Kelly pulled them from my tender pussy and seductively pushed them into her mouth. The sight of her long tongue licking them clean was all the motivation I needed. Kelly was certainly right about one thing. I was completely soaked.

I climbed onto the bed, over top of her, and turned my butt toward her face. As I carefully slipped my legs under her arms, I could feel her warm breath on my backside; I sensed that she was sampling my personal aroma. As I scooted back a little, I felt her lips kiss me for the first time. I guess I was not completely ready for such an intimate kiss and jumped as I let out a little shriek. I felt compelled to lean forward, sample Kelly's fragrance. My face was so very close to Horst's thrusting cock, to Kelly's sloppy wet pussy. In a matter of minutes, I had gone from virgin, to voyeur, to participant. I was hooked.

Horst slowed, pulled nearly all the way out when my tongue first made contact with her pussy. Kelly pushed her legs wider as my curious tongue tickled at the silky lips that were gripping the massive cock. I used my fingers to part her thick hair as my tongue located her sensitive clit, circled it, toyed with it. Soon thereafter, I could feel Kelly's tongue on my clit as her fingers plunged deep into my virgin pussy. I was officially having sex with a girl for the first time while she was being fucked by a guy. Who would have thought?

The three of us became one. Our motions seemed scripted, rehearsed. Horst's stomach pressed against my head as his cock pushed deep inside Kelly's pussy. I sucked and licked him clean each time he withdrew. I licked at her hard little clit while she tongue-fucked my virgin pussy and fingered my clit. Kelly's tongue was teasing in ways my experienced fingers had never imagined. My whole body was convulsing and writhing as she desperately tried to keep me from smothering her. The three of us climaxed together in an opus of erotic harmony.

When I was finally able to open my eyes, I was staring at a huge, slippery, glistening cock that had just offloaded deep inside Kelly's pussy. I studied the beast for a minute, the string of cum that was still leaking from its cute little eye. I looked up at Horst and opened my mouth wide. He carefully slipped it inside my pouty lips as I closed them around the thick spongy head. I could taste her. I could taste him. I just sucked on the giant lollipop as my hand stroked its slippery shaft. My first blowjob. I could feel Kelly push her fingers deep inside my pussy and start stroking my insides again. I reciprocated, my fingers twirled in her messy, freshly cream-pied pussy.

The tension was building inside me again, I was rocking against Kelly's probing fingers as my mouth bobbed up and down on the thick cock. A second powerful orgasm racked my body as my mouth was being filled with thick white cum. I guess I didn't know a guy could cum twice in such a short period of time.

"You had better share some of that," Kelly's sultry voice ordered. I spun around and pressed my full mouth to hers, our tongues danced together in the thick cream. I could taste myself on her lips. My butt was high in the air as I knelt over Kelly, my wet dripping pussy fully exposed to a man for the first time in its young life. I could feel Horst gently press against me, stretch me, ease inside.

I pulled away from Kelly's lips, looked down between our sweaty bodies, watched as the huge cock slowly impaled my virgin pussy. The pain was so intense at first, the sensation so overwhelming. I could feel his strong hands on my butt as Horst attempted to steady me while he pushed deeper.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I felt the head of his cock bottom out inside me.

"Pretty sure that's what he's doing," Kelly laughed as her hands squeezed my tender breasts and pulled at my nipples.

Moments later, my hips were matching the deep thrusts as Kelly's fingers sank deep into my boob flesh. I spotted her hard nipple, clamped my moaning lips around it and sank my teeth into the thick rubbery nub. Kelly let out a shriek as her grip tightened and her fingernails sank into my tender flesh. My own shriek followed soon after as a thick flood of cream pushed out of my pussy. Horst's deep grunt was only seconds behind as his cock spasmed and tensed deep inside me.

I watched as Horst's completely spent body crumpled onto the small bed next to us while Kelly pushed me off of her and spun around in the bed. I could feel her tongue lapping up the creamy flood of my pussy as she pressed her sloppy crotch to my mouth. I just licked and sucked and slurped and enjoyed.

Okay, I have to be honest. That wasn't actually part of my April Fool's story but does help to explain my and Kelly's relationship before Jeff. Kelly and I spent the remainder of our college life repeating that same type of scene with virtually every football player, rugby player, and well, pretty much every hunk we could find. We were truly the sluts of the campus, and everyone knew it.

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After college, I got serious about life. My wild oats had been well sown, and it was time to settle down with a good man and think about starting a family. I landed a professional job with a fancy office and a nice paycheck. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about Kelly. Not that her little massage business isn't successful, but she just never seemed to get too far from the sexual chaos that most of us outgrow.

Kelly and I still get together for lunch about once a month. She fills me in on all the raunchy details of her sex life, and I fill her in on my loving husband and perfect marriage. The contrast of our current lives is so stark, even Jeff has trouble understanding our friendship.

I'm not going to lie, I generally spend the next few days after one of our lunches fantasizing about the old me, the old us. Occasionally, time permitting of course, I may even coax an orgasm out of my moist pussy when I get back to my office. Nothing like keeping a few wet wipes in the desk drawer if you know what I mean. Oh, and about that. I think most women can strum out a quick orgasm without things getting overly messy down there. Not me, and especially not since that first encounter with Kelly and Horst. All I have to do is think about that massive cock penetrating me and the flood begins. I wouldn't be caught dead without a supply of panty liners in my purse and desk drawer. I learned the hard way that going commando in a dress very often meant I would have to figure out a way to cover my backside when I walked out of the office. That's not to say that I don't occasionally tempt fate.

Jeff first met Kelly at our wedding, and only after she swore an oath to me that she would keep quiet about our past. He is a research scientist who travels all over the world for work and has very conservative views when it comes to sex and marriage. There have been a few times when I wanted to come clean about my past with Kelly, but to date have only been able to share that we "experimented" a little back in college. I guess he, and probably every other red blooded man out there just assume that all female dorm-mates dipped their tongues into a pussy from time to time, kind of a rite of passage.

Jeff is very much the romantic, and likes to thoroughly plan for special events. A couple years ago, he bought a professional massage table and had Kelly teach him some very erotic massage techniques that he in turn used on me for our third anniversary. I saw a little different side of Jeff when Kelly stood alongside him and guided his strong oily hands over my nearly naked body. I am pretty sure he was sporting a hard-on for most of that first lesson, and not just because of the way he was touching me. I certainly wasn't complaining and just enjoyed the end result as a provocatively dressed Kelly flirted seductively with my handsome husband, all of course, under the guise of training. After we could finally convince Kelly to leave, Jeff would reap the benefits of his "hard"work.

Of course, Kelly always called me at work the next day insisting on hearing all of the salacious details of the sex that she instigated. Once my office door was closed, I would share every erotic moment as my fingers toyed with my hard clit. I don't know what it is, but there is something strangely alluring about making yourself cum in a professional office, especially an office with windows. Why else would they put modesty panels on desks?

For our anniversary last year, Jeff insisted on a little role playing. He was the masseuse and I his female client who ordered a discrete, happy endings massage. He wore one of those Lone Ranger masks and had me wear one of those fluffy sleep blindfold things. I have to say, the blindfold took the already erotic fantasy to the next level. By the time he was finished massaging my aroused body, the sheets were completely soaked, and not just from the copious amounts of massage oils that he used. My masked masseuse didn't allow me to reach the point of release on the table, and I was left badly needing a hard cock. At the end of the massage, the masked man carried me to my bed and tucked me in just minutes before my unsuspecting husband was due to arrive home from work. As I lay quietly in my bed, still blindfolded, I fantasized about what would come next, how my sexy man would take me over the top. I could hear Jeff enter the bedroom, climb into bed. The anticipation was almost unbearable. When Jeff gently kissed my forehead, wished me goodnight and pretended to fall asleep, I almost lost it. I literally attacked him with my slippery, oily body. That scenario has played out a number of times since, and every time leaves me feeling more and more like my old sexual self.

There is just something about role playing that helps to lift some of the stigma about certain sexual acts. I had never openly masturbated in front of Jeff. Not at least until I was blindfolded and naked on that massage table. Once I was playing a role, my actions could become as raunchy and lewd as I deemed necessary for that particular character. I was beginning to get my hopes up that Jeff just may have a bit of a wild side hidden somewhere deep beneath his conservative façade. I even hinted a couple of times that perhaps we could bring Kelly in on one of these little fantasy reenactments. Perhaps, I would suggest, she could offer him an erotic massage while his clueless wife watches TV in the next room; maybe even watches, or better yet, participates. He always shrugged it off without further discussion. In his mind it seemed, there was no reason to bring another beautiful and sexy woman into our perfect marriage. He had to be the only man alive that wouldn't jump at the opportunity to participate in a threesome.