Group Sex The Week That Changed Our Lives

[rangeela]

ALL CREDIT TO ORIGINAL WRITER

Jean and Walt have been best friends to my wife Sharon and me forever. Jean and Sharon first met when they were in fourth grade together; they were best friends all through junior high and high school, and when they graduated, they went to the same college, just so they wouldn't have to be apart. Walt and I met in the dorm at college; we just kind of hit it off with each other, and went from there.

Sharon and I started dating in our junior year of college, and when we were pretty sure we were going to end up marrying each other, we introduced Jean and Walt to each other, knowing how much they'd like each other. When Sharon and I got married, Walt and Jean were the Best Man and Maid of Honor, and when they got married six months later, we did the same for them. So, we've got a lot of history together. Walt and Jean eventually moved to a town an hour or so away from Sharon and me, so we saw a bit less of each other after that, but we still got together several times each year.

A couple years ago, Walt and Jean bought a cabin in the woods up north, and they invited us to come up with them to 'officially' break it in, for a whole week. Of course, we were only too happy to spend that much time with our closest and dearest friends, in the middle of all that nature and fresh air.

We wanted to have as much time at the cabin as possible, so we left after work on a Friday and drove up. When we got there, Walt and Jean were already there, waiting for us with glasses of wine already poured for us. The sun was just setting as we arrived, so we quickly unpacked our car and started getting settled into the cabin. The cabin was delightful -- a rustic log cabin, although it did have hot and cold running water, and a shower. The woodsy smell of the logs permeated the air.

Once we were at settled into our bedroom, Walt and Jean forbade us to do any more work until the next day, and demanded that we relax with them over the first of what would become many bottles of wine. We talked and laughed for a couple hours, until Jean finally excused herself, saying she was dead tired. We all were, really, so we all headed to bed.

Sharon and I spent a few minutes getting our things situated in the bedroom, and then fell into bed, thinking that we might have some relaxed lovemaking before dropping off to sleep. It was then that we discovered a unique feature of the cabin -- the bedroom walls were eight feet high. And no higher. Above that, the entire cabin was open to the roof. Which meant that the sound from one bedroom was completely audible from the other one.

We discovered this because, as Sharon and I were just beginning to cuddle, we heard Jean giggling softly from over the wall. We stopped what we were doing to listen. It felt a little naughty to listen in on our friends like that, but honestly, we could hardly have done otherwise. After a while, the giggling gave way to happy purring sounds, and then to something more like groans of pleasure. Obviously, Walt and Jean had similar ideas to ours. I began fondling Sharon's breasts, and she was lazily stroking my cock, as we listened to our friends, who were obviously trying all they could to make as little noise as they could, but the open space above the rooms meant that we could hear everything.

And then, we heard it -- the rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings. It began slow and steady, but as it continued, the tempo slowly increased. And Walt and Jean became gradually less able to stifle themselves. Soon they were both breathing heavily and Jean was making little mewling noises, and the bedsprings were squeaking fast and furiously, until Jean groaned, and Walt grunted, although they were both trying hard not to make a sound, in between urging each other to be quiet. Then the squeaking stopped, and we heard them both panting, trying to recover their breath.

Sharon and I looked at each other, and stifled our own laughter for having 'caught' our friends 'in the act'. I whispered into Sharon's ear, "They're gonna hear us no matter how quiet we try to be. What do you say we give them a show?" Sharon grinned and nodded her agreement. So we resumed our foreplay. I bent down and took Sharon's breasts into my mouth; first one, and then the other. I made little humming noises as I suckled her, which I was sure Walt and Jean could hear over the wall. In response, Sharon purred happily, perhaps just a bit louder than she really needed to.

I crawled down between my wife's legs to lick her pussy, and as I did, she groaned loudly, as I made happy slurping sounds while I licked her. "Yeah, baby," she moaned, in a stage whisper. "Eat my pussy. Make me come."

I thought I might have heard Jean groan from over the wall.

Soon Sharon was thrashing around in orgasm, digging her ankles into my back, and clenching her legs tightly around my head, making absolutely no effort to keep quiet.

When her climax had subsided, she pulled me up on top of herself. "I want you inside me now," she asserted, in a husky voice. "Fuck me, baby."

I put my cockhead against her opening and slowly penetrated her, causing her to groan. Once I was all the way inside her, and could feel my balls against her ass, I slowly withdrew, and then began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Our bedsprings were every bit as noisy as Walt and Jean's. Maybe more.

As our bedsprings squeaked, Sharon began groaning little encouragements to me -- "Oh yeah, baby, I love how your cock feels in me; you fuck me so good." When she paused momentarily, I talked to her -- "Yeah, baby, your pussy feels so good." And the springs kept squeaking.

Finally, Sharon began to increase the tempo, and her breathing became more ragged, as another orgasm began to grow within her. "Oh yeah, baby," she groaned. "I'm gonna come! Come with me!"

So I began to thrust hard into her at a rapid pace, grunting with each stroke. When she came, she fairly shrieked, while I practically roared like a lion as I pumped my sperm into her.

Afterwards, I lay on top of her, both of us giggling, both for the joy of our mutual orgasm, and for the audio show we'd put on for Walt and Jean.

Once we'd recovered enough to not be panting for breath anymore, Jean called over the wall, "Sleep well, you two," chuckling as she spoke.

"I'm sure we will," I replied. And we did.

*****

The next morning, the four of us awoke around the same time. Sharon and I ventured out from our bedroom to find Jean making breakfast, while Walt brewed coffee. As we all sat around the breakfast table, Jean made some teasing remarks about our 'show' from the night before. "Hey, you guys started it," I answered, and we all had a good laugh.

We spent the morning doing little housekeeping chores, and finishing our unpacking. Then Walt and Jean took us on a walking tour of the property. It really was lovely. The property covered a few acres, all thickly wooded, except for the small clearing around the cabin. A short trail led down to a lake, which had a perfect little sandy beach for swimming. Walt and Jean's property was on a small inlet from the main lake, so even the lake was virtually secluded and private. It was perfect.

After lunch, the women wanted to go swimming. Walt and I said we'd join them, but Walt wanted to show me his outdoor grill first. We all got into our swimsuits, then the ladies went off to the beach, and Walt showed me the grill.

Evidently, we spent longer at the grill than our wives preferred, because soon they were yelling at us, wondering if we were coming to swim with them or not. We waved them off momentarily, intending to finish up our investigations and join them, but they decided we were simply taking too long. I was about to tell Walt we should go join our wives and finish with the grill later, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sharon and Jean reach behind themselves, and strip off their bikini tops. They swung the bras over their heads and flung them onto the beach. Then they stood in the waist-deep water shaking their breasts at us. That was the end of our attention to the grill.

As Walt and I jogged down to the lake, I savored the wondrous sight of four of the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Sharon's are round and full and firm, standing out from her stocky, muscular body, with large, dark areolae surrounding her nipples. Of course, I've gotten a lot of pleasure from them in the years we've been married. Jean's tits are also large and round, but on her lithe, lean body they look even bigger. Jean has a paler complexion than Sharon's, and her areolae are smaller than Sharon's, and pink in color.

When we got to the shore, the women turned and started running toward the deeper water, but Walt and I quickly caught up with them and pulled them down into the lake with us. There was much playful underwater groping of our wives, and both of us couples emerged from the water with the husband fondling his wife's breasts from behind. I started to get a hard-on, which Sharon felt against her backside, and she engaged in some playful groping of her own, stroking my cock through my swimsuit, underwater where Walt and Jean couldn't see.

When we'd had all the swimming (or whatever water games we were playing) that we wanted, we walked onto the shore and back toward the cabin. Both Walt and I had stiff hard-ons poking out against the fabric of our swimsuits. Jean and Sharon giggled and made comments about us being all 'excited', and Jean grabbed hold of Walt's erection and pulled him along by it, toward the cabin. "Come on, lover," she giggled. "Let's go to bed." And Sharon did likewise to me, making jokes about how it was time for another 'show'.

My mind returned to happy thoughts of the previous night, but then another thought came to my mind. I said, "You know, we could listen to each other fucking over the wall all week, if we want to; but am I think it would be really hot if we could see each other fuck, and not just hear?"

Everybody stopped, thinking carefully about what I'd said. Finally, Jean spoke up cautiously. "I think that would be unbelievably hot," she said. "If everybody else is OK with it, I'd love it!"

Sharon grinned shyly. "Me, too!"

The three of us turned to Walt, who was grinning like a kid who'd been locked in the candy store for the weekend. "Far be it from me," he said with a chuckle.

So we all walked into the cabin, but instead of heading back to the bedrooms, we went to the living room. Walt took Jean in his arms, and I embraced Sharon, stroking her back, and rubbing my chest against her tits, causing her to purr happily. She reached between us and took hold of my stiff cock, stroking it through my swimsuit. "We've got to get you out of this," she said in mock-frustration, and then she slid my trunks down off me, stretching them to get over my straining erection. And Jean did likewise to Walt. I slid my hands down from my wife's shoulders and slipped them inside the back of her bikini bottom, fondling her ass directly under her suit, before sliding it down over her ass until it fell around her ankles. When Walt took Jean's bottom off, all four of us were naked.

For a few minutes, we kissed and stroked our respective spouses while simultaneously checking out the other couple's naked bodies. Sharon, being of Italian ancestry, is olive-skinned, with a thick, abundant bush of black pubic fur that she couldn't always keep from peeking out the legs of her swimsuit. I saw Walt's gaze fasten on my wife's hairy cunt like it was the first one he'd ever seen. Likewise, I found myself closely checking out Jean's pubes. She has beautiful auburn hair, and I now had uncontestable visual proof that it was 100% natural. Her pubic hair is not nearly as abundant as Sharon's, but it adorns her pussy beautifully. Jean is tall -- nearly as tall as I am -- and long-waisted, which only serves to highlight her large breasts and lovely round hips all the more.

And the women were openly checking out our cocks, which were both stiffly erect, and standing straight out from our loins. Walt, like his wife, is quite tall -- well over six feet -- and his erect cock stood at least eight inches long. Sharon smiled as she looked it over. My cock is an inch shorter than Walt's, but is much thicker. I don't know if Jean was imagining it stretching her opening, but she wore a look of wondering curiosity.

I laid Sharon gently down onto the rug, and crawled between her legs. Gently, I began kissing and nibbling at the insides of her thighs, gradually moving higher up her legs toward her warm pussy. I inhaled deeply of the rich scent of her arousal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Walt and Jean lie on the floor next to us, positioning themselves so they could watch me minister orally to my wife.

When I had reached the nexus where Sharon's legs met at her vulva, I teasingly tugged with my lips at her pubic hair. I nibbled at her outer lips, which by now were puffy and soft. I ran my tongue along her slit, gently probing inside, and licking at her inner lips, while my wife groaned with arousal. With my tongue, I continued probing and exploring the inside of her tunnel. Finally, I covered her entire pubic mound with my mouth. I made long, ice-cream licks, starting at the bottom end of her slit, and running along its entire length to her clitoris at the top. Then I lightly sucked on her clit, like sucking the nectar from a peach. By now, Sharon was groaning loudly, rhythmically bucking her hips against the workings of my tongue.

I heard another groan. It was Jean, who was busily stroking Walt's cock while he fingered her. "God, look at him eat her," she whispered hoarsely.

With this encouragement, I continued licking Sharon's pussy until she raised her hips up off the floor and cried out in orgasm. I kept licking her through and after her climax, until she reached down and pushed my head away. My face was wet with her juices.

"Oh God Walt, fuck me now," Jean gasped, pulling her husband on top of herself. Sharon and I turned to watch as the head of Walt's cock pushed against Jean's pussy lips, parted them, and slipped easily inside, as both of them groaned with pent-up arousal. We watched as Walt slid slowly, lovingly in and out of his wife. It was just incredibly erotic and intimate, to be sharing ourselves and our sex with our closest friends like that. I don't think we could ever do anything like that with anyone else -- there's a level of trust with Walt and Jean that I just can't imagine with anyone else.

As we watched Walt and Jean mating slowly and sensually, I laid on my back next to Jean, while Sharon mounted me and slid herself slowly onto my cock. She was still well-lubricated from my oral ministrations, and in short order, she was bottomed-out on the base of my cock. She rocked slowly back and forth, clenching her cunt-muscles around my shaft. The sensation was utterly transcendent.

Before long, Jean's breathing grew ragged. "Oh God," she panted, "I'm going to come!" With that, Walt began to pound into her at a furious pace, while Jean gave out a wavering, climactic wail. When her orgasm had crested, Walt thrust himself deeply into her and, with a roar, discharged the contents of his balls into her. Watching them both come, from scant inches away, was simply incredible.

Sharon continued to grind on my rod for a little while longer, but once Walt and Jean had recovered enough to watch us again, she increased her tempo. Her jaw dropped in a silent cry as her orgasm slowly built up, until finally, she came with a loud cry, clenching her pussy tightly around my shaft. Which was more than enough to send me over the edge, and my cock exploded into her, filling her with my cum.

We all laid together on the rug for a long time afterward, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow of some pretty amazing sex. Finally, Jean spoke. "That was incredible!" she sputtered. "I don't think I've ever had sex like that!" Sharon and I could only agree with her.

Walt wore a mischievously thoughtful look. "I was just thinking," he said, "that it would be really cool for all of us to just go naked the whole time we're here. It could be like our own little nudist camp. That way," he continued, at least partly tongue-in-cheek, "we don't have to keep putting our clothes on and off all the time, and it will make packing up at the end of the week a lot easier. What do you guys think of that?"

Of course, having just made love, and watched each other make love, everybody was tuned to a high erotic pitch, and only too happy to keep it there. "Naked Week!" I shouted, and the women echoed.

"Then Naked Week it shall be!" Walt proclaimed.

To be continued

[rangeela]

Naked Week was amazing - an ongoing visual and erotic feast. Everywhere I looked, the view was sexually exciting -- I had my choice of four large, luscious tits, two beautifully lush pussies and a pair of lovely round asses. Both our wives are high on the scale of Beautiful Women, and yet their naked bodies are beautiful in completely different ways. Both Walt and I spent most of the week at least semi-hard, and the musky aroma of our wives' arousal permeated the air almost constantly. Whenever the mood struck one couple or the other, they would recommence sexual activities, and the other couple would immediately join in.

We did, however, hold to one unwritten rule -- Hands to Your Own, so to speak. We could enjoy looking at, and even checking out, the other couple, and look on closely when they fucked, but we stopped short of any kind of sexual contact with the opposite spouse. That was a line that we weren't willing to flirt with. At least at first.

We had been at the cabin for four days (I think it was Tuesday), and each couple had probably fucked nearly a dozen times, while the other couple either watched, or fucked alongside, or both. Walt and I were sitting on the living-room sofa, while our wives knelt between our knees, stroking and sucking our cocks. I just laid my head back and relaxed into the sensations of Sharon's hands and mouth, alternating my gaze between my wife's ministrations on my cock, and Jean's work on Walt's.

Suddenly, out of the blue, Sharon sat up and turned toward Jean. "Hey Jeannie," she called, "do you think all cocks taste the same?"

Jean looked at her questioningly. "How would I know?"

“Want to find out?” Sharon asked.

Jean turned to Walt, who gestured that it was OK with him. When she looked at me, I just said that if it was OK with Walt and Sharon, I wasn't going to object.

So Jean waddled over on her knees to where Sharon held my cock. "I just thought you might like to get a closer look at Ben's cock," said my wife, backing away so Jean could have access to me. Jean reached tentatively toward my bulging manhood.

"Go ahead," Sharon urged her. "We've been here four days, and I know you've been wanting to check it out. So go ahead and check it out."

So Jean checked it out. First, she gripped my shaft in her hand. "My god, it's thick," she whispered to no one in particular. Then, holding my shaft upright, she cupped my balls in her other hand, and gave me a detailed visual inspection, rubbing her thumb along the frenulum, and then just softly stroking it. She turned to Sharon and said, sort of absent-mindedly, "So strong; I can see why you like it so much."

Suddenly, Jean brought herself up. "What am I thinking?" Uh-oh, I thought to myself, here's where it starts going bad; I gave Walt a concerned glance. "Goodness!" she snapped to herself, "Where are my manners? Of course, if you want to check out Walt's, please feel free." Walt and I exhaled, and Sharon kneed her way over between Walt's legs and gave his cock a similar inspection. She finally pronounced, “Long and shapely!”

Jean hesitated. "Um. . . would you mind if I tasted it? It just looks so delicious."

"Please do," I replied. "I was hoping you would."

So she did. Bending forward, Jean placed my cockhead between her lips, and sucked daintily for a few seconds. When she had grown more accustomed to the idea that she was sucking her friend's husband's cock (or was it her husband's friend's cock?), she relaxed and took more of my cock into her mouth, and licked and sucked all along it, bobbing her head up and down on my shaft.

Now, I don't know if it was just the whole situation of 'Naked Week', or the exciting novelty of having another woman suck my cock, or what, but in minutes, my cock was throbbing and ready to burst. Sharon gives great blow jobs, but this one was approaching 'Mind-Blowing'.

"Uh, Jeannie," I said, lightly stroking her shoulder, "uh, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come." Jean and I both looked over to Sharon, who had commenced sucking on Walt's cock. She had initiated this whole 'new approach', so I wasn't sure what the 'rules' were going to be. Sharon just winked at us and hummed "Mmm-hmm!" while she kept right on sucking Walt's cock. Jean looked up at me and just nodded. So I laid my head back on the sofa, and shot my cum into Jean's mouth. She lapped it all up hungrily, and kept licking my softening cock until she'd swallowed every drop.

I didn't quite know what to do, but I reached out and stroked Jean's beautiful auburn hair. That was the most intimacy I'd ever shared with any woman besides Sharon, and I needed to express that somehow. "Thank you," I whispered. Jean laid her head against my leg and purred in reply.

I turned my attention over to my wife, who had just released Walt's cock, still stiffly erect, from her mouth. I could see precum oozing from the tip, and beginning to drip down along his shaft. Sharon slid herself forward, and began rubbing Walt's precum along the cleft between her tits, squeezing his cock as she did, so as to extract as much of his slick juice as she could from it. Then she wrapped her tits around the shaft of Walt's cock and began slowly tit-fucking him, sliding her tits up and down along the shaft of his cock. I watched his cockhead alternately disappear in her cleavage, and then peek out the top. Soon, Walt was rolling his own hips, driving his cock up and down in my wife's cleavage. I could see his cock swelling with each stroke. I was getting hard again just watching it. Finally, with a loud groan, Walt shot a load of thick white cum onto my wife's neck and chest. Then another. And another and another, until his cock grew soft and shrank out from between Sharon's tits. She released his cock, and then rubbed his cum sensually into her tits.

I turned back to Jean, who was a bit wide-eyed at the spectacle of her husband and her Best-Friend-Forever doing a sultry tit-fuck. "My turn," I said. I positioned her on the couch, while I knelt between her legs and started nibbling at the insides of her thighs.

As I got closer to her pubes, she started to protest, weakly. "I've never. . . I mean, I don't think. . ." she stammered. But Sharon reached out a steadying hand and stroked her leg from the other end of the sofa.

"It's OK," my wife reassured her friend. "Give it a chance. I think you'll really like it." So Jean relaxed, as best she could, and allowed me to continue eating her pussy.

I cupped Jean's ass in my hands, and slid her forward so I could reach her with my mouth. As I leaned in, I savored Jean's scent as it inundated my nostrils. I relished the way Jean's pussy smelled, similar to Sharon's and yet subtly different. I had never smelled another woman's cunt besides Sharon's, and it was almost intoxicating.

I started by nibbling at her labia, then began licking her with broad, yet gentle strokes. A soft groan escaped her mouth as my tongue began to work its magic on her clit. "Ooohhh," she moaned. "Ooohhh, that's lovely!" and she began to rock her hips against my oral ministrations. Soon, she was squirming and writhing and groaning with pleasure. "Oh my God!" she cried out. "Oh my God, I'm coming! Holy shit, I'm coming!" She clasped her hands on the back of my head and pulled it tight against her cunt. I just kept eating her, and she just kept coming, rolling and writhing and quivering with orgasm after orgasm, until she finally pushed my head away from herself.

"My God!" she exclaimed. "That was incredible! I should've let Walt eat my pussy years ago!" For his part, Walt could only smile.

By this time, my hard-on was about ready to burst, and I thought that it would be best at that point, if I turned my attention back to my wife. So I took a spot on the couch, between Walt and Jean, and beckoned to my wife to come and straddle me, while Jean did likewise with Walt.

Sharon slowly lowered herself onto my cock, but this time, we were more in the mood for something fast and furious, so we did. In what seemed like mere seconds, I was shooting another load of cum into my wife, and we collapsed in each other's arms. While Jean and Walt fucked on the couch next to us, we might even have dozed off for a while. . .

*****

Thus 'The Rules' had been amended, or at least so it seemed, to allow sexual contact short of intercourse across marital lines, but fucking was reserved for spouses only.

That still left us plenty of exciting room in which to operate. Once Walt had eaten his wife's pussy (and he was quite good at it, for being a bit of a novice), we started several of our sessions doing cross-couple 69, and then ended by fucking our spouses. It was all very relaxed, and quite comfortable. I was starting to understand how Jean 'ticked' sexually, and Sharon and Walt were surely doing the same.

One day, later in the week (I think it was Thursday), I walked by the kitchen, where Jean was busy doing some lunchtime dishes. Something about the way she looked, standing there, her delicious round ass pointing toward me, just overcame me, and I snuck up behind her, reached around and fondled her luscious tits. She stopped doing the dishes, and leaned back into me, enjoying the sensations of my hands on her tits. Almost instantly, I generated a stiff hard-on, which poked at her ass-crack. Impulsively, I pressed forward, nestling my rod between the cheeks of Jean's ass. I rubbed my shaft between her thighs, which were already (or still) lubricated with her sex-juices, causing Jean to groan with arousal. She turned her head to kiss me over her shoulder as I continued to grind her.

I slid one hand down and ran my fingers through her silky pubic hair, then cupped my hand over her mound. Slowly, I slipped one finger inside her sultry sheath, then two, finding her wet and slippery inside. Jean groaned with pleasure as I slowly slid my fingers in and out of her, rubbing my knuckles over her clit as I did. She began to grind her hips against the movements of my fingers, and her groans became louder as I continued probing inside her.

"Oh God, Ben," she groaned, "you're going to make me come!"

"Come on," I whispered in her ear. "I want to feel you come on my fingers."

"Oh God!" she cried. "Oh God!" Instantly, she began to quiver and moan. I felt her pussy clench on my fingers as she came, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Oh God," she panted. "That was lovely. Thank you, Ben."

"Shucks, ma'am," I grinned, "the pleasure was all mine."

"I don't think so," she said, as she began to recover her breath. With her back still turned to me, she spread her legs apart ever-so-slightly, then, with her hand, she reached down between her legs and pulled my cock into position, with her labia wrapped around the hardness of my shaft. Slowly, she began to rub her cunt-lips along my length, grinding her nubbin against my stiff prick. Soon, she was groaning anew, as the sensations in her clit had her on the edge of another orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" she cried. "Oh, Ben, I'm going to come again! Oh God!"

A low wail escaped her mouth, and her whole body stiffened and shook as a fresh climax overtook her. At the very peak of her orgasm, she pressed my cock flat against her superheated opening, so that my cockhead was just barely nestled into the apex of her cunt, nudging against her swollen clit. Then she clenched her cunt-muscles, giving my cockhead a sultry squeeze.

The sensation overpowered my senses. "Oh shit, Jeannie," I cried, helplessly, "I'm coming. . ." I groaned as my cock and balls pulsated in my own orgasm. Ropes of my sperm - one, two, three, four and more - shot from the tip of my cock, landing with a wet 'splat' against her belly, dripping into and through her beautiful auburn pubic hair.

Both of us were a trifle unsteady on our legs at that point, and it took some strength for me to keep Jean from falling onto the floor. With her hand, Jean rubbed my cum into her skin and pubic fur, purring happily.

"Oh God, Jeannie," I groaned. "I want you so badly."

Jean turned around and smiled sympathetically as she held my softening prick in her hand. "I want you, too," she said, in a husky voice. "God knows it was all I could do not to just put you inside me and fuck you right here on the spot. But we shouldn't when Walt and Sharon aren't here." And even in my frustration, I had to admit that she was right. I didn't want to put any of our friendships, or our marriages, at risk. Best to make sure everybody's OK with everything.

*****

Later that same day, Sharon and I were walking out in the yard, when she stopped and looked at me with a smirk. "You're curious, aren't you?"

"Curious?" I asked. "Curious about what?"

She gave me a mischievous smirk again. "Don't play dumb with me, husband. You know exactly what I mean. You're curious about what it would be like to fuck Jean."

Oh, shit, I thought to myself; did she see us in the kitchen? My mind raced. Honestly, I knew that the minute we all got naked together, it was virtually inevitable that, sooner or later, we'd want to fuck each other's spouses. But . . .

I decided to low-key my answer. "Is this a trick question?" I asked. "Of course I'm curious about that! And I know you well enough to know that you're curious about fucking Walt, too!"

"Okay, you got me," she admitted with a smile, while I tried not to show my relief too obviously. "Every time I see that long cock of his going in and out of Jeannie, I wonder what it would feel like inside of me, and how different it would feel from yours."

"Uh-huh. And as long as we're having True Confessions, I wonder how tight Jean's pussy would feel around my cock, and, like you said, how different she'd feel from you. But before we do anything like that, everybody has to be OK with it, right?"

"Of course."

"Anyway, it's a big deal -- WAY bigger than groping each other, or even giving each other head. I don't want to mess up our friendship, and I want to stay married to you. We need to be really careful."

"Of course."

I actually had a decent idea that both Walt and Jean would be very OK with it, but I had no idea how to find out for sure.

A while later, Walt and I were at the grill, cooking dinner. Across the yard, I saw Sharon and Jean casually strolling on one of the trails. Their conversation seemed animated, and punctuated with fits of giggling. Walt heard the giggling, and saw the women talking.

"I wonder what they're talking about," he mused.

I had a pretty good idea what they were talking about, but I just said, "Yeah, I wonder. . ."

To be continued

[rangeela]

After dinner, we settled down on the couch in the living room to commence the evening's sexual festivities. To start out, Jean sat on my lap, and Sharon on Walt's. We started simple -- kissing and petting like high-school kids, except for the fact that we were all naked, and married to the opposite spouses. I kissed Jean passionately, probing with my tongue to the far corners of her mouth, and intertwining my tongue with hers. With one hand, I reached around her and fondled her breast; with the other, I fingered her pussy. She was purring happily as I tweaked her nipple, and again as I diddled her clit with my thumb, while driving two fingers in and out of her vagina. I looked over at Sharon and Walt, and they were doing the same thing, in the same position.

Jean was starting to grind her pelvis against my hand with greater urgency, when suddenly she got up off my lap, knelt between my knees, and started sucking my cock. And, at the same moment, Sharon did likewise to Walt. It was as if their movements had been choreographed.

My cock was standing straight up from the jungle of my pubic hair, precum oozing copiously from the tip, as Jean stroked it with her hands, then leaned in to lick and suck it. Walt's cock was likewise rigidly erect under Sharon's loving attention.

Then suddenly, both women stopped abruptly and looked at each other.

"It's time," said Sharon.

"Yeah," replied Jean. "Let's go."

And with that, they both stood up, pushed the man they'd just been blowing back onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Then they both slowly lowered themselves onto the cocks that were new to their pussies.

I watched wide-eyed with wonder as Jean's pussy lips touched the tip of my cock. I looked over at my wife, and her pussy was likewise situated against Walt's cockhead. Both women paused and looked at each other, then, with a wink and a nod, they continued downward. I felt Jean's cunt-lips open around my cockhead as she pressed herself onto me. Once I had entered her, and she was sliding down my shaft, I saw her eyes get wide as my thick cock spread her opening farther than Walt's ever had. Her cunt was incredibly tight, and I reveled in the sensations of being inside her, feeling her silky-smooth vaginal walls snugly embracing my erection. When she had taken me in completely, and her pubic hair was intertangled with mine, we both just sat still, savoring the sensations of a friendly but new sex partner.

I glanced over at my wife in time to see her eyes get wide as Walt's long cock was completely inside her, probing deeper into the far corners of her vagina than I had ever been. The two of them also paused for a few moments to savor the different sensations of an unfamiliar partner.

"My God!' Jean gasped, "your cock is so thick -- I just feel so. . . spread open! God, Sharon -- and you get this whenever you want!"

Sharon grinned. "Mmm-hmm; told ya. And your guy's equipment is amazing too. I have never been penetrated so deeply! So lovely . . ."

Slowly, Sharon and Jean began to grind their pussies on their respective erect cocks. Just the difference between Jean's vagina and Sharon's was almost intoxicating. And Jean's body moves in some delightfully different ways than Sharon's does -- her longer, leaner body generates smoother, gentler strokes, as compared to Sharon's shorter, more powerful ones. Jean seemed to squirm on my cock more than she did on Walt's, as if she was adjusting to its thickness. It was like adjusting to the movements of a new dance partner, except this was a much deeper and more intimate kind of dancing.

I watched my wife with Walt. She seemed determined to drive him as deeply into herself as she possibly could, as if exploring new corners of her womb on a cock that could finally reach them. And Walt seemed to be getting his mind blown by Sharon's powerful movements.

I don't know how long we fucked like that with our new partners, but it was a while. I just wanted to savor the new sensations from Jean's pussy for as long as I could. At last, Jean started grinding faster on me, until she was bobbing up and down on my cock at a furious pace. Which was more than I could stand. "Jeannie, I . . .", I tried to say, but before I could complete my sentence, my cum shot out the end of my cock, into her. "Oh, yeah!" she cried. "You're coming in me! Walt, honey, he's coming in me!" She continued bouncing on me until it was almost painful, the sensations were so intense.

Walt and Sharon weren't far behind us. I hadn't even caught my breath before I heard Walt grunting involuntarily as he blew his load into my wife.

We all just sat quietly for a while after we'd finished. We were very conscious of the significance of what we'd just done, but there were no regrets. Walt and Jean were still our best friends. We couldn't have done it with anyone else; no one else was intimate enough with us, or had our trust enough, for us to share our lives, and our bodies, like that.

Even so, it seemed right, even necessary, for us to return to our own spouses and make slow, intense, passionate love for a long time afterward.

*****

Saturday was to be our last full day at the cabin, and we were determined to end with a flourish. As we had the previous weekend, we went skinny-dipping early in the day. This time, there was much more playful groping going on. In the few days I'd had access to them, I'd really come to enjoy Jean's tits, and her pussy, almost as much as my wife's.

We went back to the cabin, and all four of us piled into Walt and Jean's bed, which was a king-size. The two women laid side-by-side on their backs, even holding hands, and Walt and I fucked them missionary-style. After a few minutes, one of the women would call for a switch, and Walt and I would trade places. That ended up being very cool -- a very direct comparison of the two women with each other, and an experience of both their bodies, both their vaginas, and the differences between them, cycled through repeatedly many times over. Jean and Sharon rolled through orgasm after orgasm, and Walt and I sent buckets of our semen into them. It was a very erotic sensation to fuck one or the other of the women with my cock sloshing through a thick soup of Walt's cum mixed with mine.

After that, we took a recovery break to grab some dinner, and let Walt's and my balls refill, before returning to the bed. At first, we just rolled our bodies together, savoring all the naked skin and body parts sliding against each other. And then suddenly, things took shape out of the chaos. I saw my wife's pussy in front of my face, her cunt-lips engorged and wet, so I reached over and slipped a couple fingers inside her, cupping my palm over her mound and rubbing her clit as I stroked my fingers in and out of her. Then I slid myself up under her and pulled her onto my face so I could eat her pussy, while she ground herself against my face. I became aware that, while I was eating my wife, she was busy sucking Walt's cock. And then, a few minutes later, I felt another mouth on my own cock. I glanced down to see that Jean had taken her place above my groin, and was blowing me while Walt ate her pussy, and the four of us made a complete circle of mouths tending to sex organs.

After a while, Jean sat up and pulled away from Walt's oral ministrations. "I need a cock inside me," she said, and she quickly climbed astride my hips. Raising herself up, she positioned her entrance against the tip of my cock and rammed herself onto my manhood, groaning, "Ooooohhhhh, yessss!"

Sharon saw what Jean was doing, and quickly climbed over to straddle my head, so I could continue to eat her. So Sharon was riding my face, while Jean rode my cock. The two women leaned together and embraced each other, so the three of us formed a triangle with our bodies.

Both Jean and Sharon were groaning in pleasure as the three of us ground together. Walt lay alongside us on the bed, slowly stroking his cock, watching our threesome in erotic wonder and awe. I had the worst seat in the house, as my wife's ass grinding on my face pretty completely obscured my view of anything else (not that it was an unpleasant view, in the least). Suddenly, I heard Walt suck in his breath sharply, followed by a long masculine groan from his throat. I strained to move around enough to catch a glimpse without disengaging from Sharon's pussy, and out of the corner of my eye, I could just barely see that Jean and Sharon were engaged in a sexy erotic kiss, their jaws and tongues moving feverishly in their lusty excitement. With one arm, they held their tight embrace, but each had her free hand on the other's breast, cupping and stroking and kneading the soft, firm flesh.

In short order, both women sat straight up. Holding each other by their forearms, they increased the tempo of their grinding, and soon both of them were squirming and writhing in orgasm -- Sharon on my mouth and Jean on my cock. I strove manfully to hold off my own climax, but my resistance was futile, and soon I was gasping and panting as I shot my hot seed into Jean's cunt.

After beholding the spectacle of Jean and Sharon and me sharing a threesome, Walt was ready for some action of his own. "My turn, ladies!" he gushed, and quickly, Sharon took her place at his loins, while Jean mounted her husband's face, her pussy newly-filled with my cum, which was beginning to ooze out of her, and onto Walt's chin. I couldn't believe that Walt was actually going to eat my cum out of his wife, but he didn't hesitate.

Even Jean was taken aback by Walt's raunchiness. "My Sweetheart!" she exclaimed. "Are you really eating Ben's cum out of me?"

Walt just continued orally plundering his wife, letting a muffled "Mmmm-hmmmm!" escape from between her legs.

Once again, Sharon impaled herself on Walt's long stick, squirming and twisting to stir her insides from every possible angle and direction. Once the two women had settled into their respective positions atop Walt, they returned their gazes to each other. "Where were we?" Sharon laughed, with a suggestive wink. "Oh yeah; I remember." She and Jean rejoined their sexy kiss, fondling and caressing each other's breasts. It was an incredibly erotic sight, and as I lay aside, my cock was quickly regaining its stiffness.

Sharon looked like she was getting close to coming, but Walt abruptly nudged both her and Jean off himself. "I've got an idea!" he enthused. He sat on the edge of the bed, his cock pointing straight up at the non-existent ceiling, then grabbed the lube bottle and copiously lubed his erection. "Come on, Jean," he said as he grabbed his wife, "you can go first."

Jean was looking, wondering what was coming next. Walt positioned her between his legs, facing away from him, then, leaning her forward, he placed the tip of his cock against her puckered anal sphincter.

Jean gasped. "You're not gonna. . ."

"Uh-huh," Walt answered. "I sure am. We'll take it slow; try to relax . . ."

Slowly, gingerly, Walt pressed forward. Jean squirmed as the head of Walt's cock pressed firmly against her back door. A millimeter at a time, Sharon and I watched her open her ass to her husband's cock, whimpering and moaning at her first anal penetration. Finally, his cockhead was inside her bowel. Then, slowly, he slid his entire long cock into his wife's ass.

"Shit!" she yelled.

"No, it's just me," Walt replied, smirking.

For a few minutes, Walt let Jean get used to his anal plundering of her. She twisted and squirmed and groaned at the odd new sensations. Then, when she seemed to be relaxing into them, Walt leaned back, lifting Jean, still anally impaled on his long, slender pole, into a sitting position atop his lap as he did.

"OK, Ben," he began, "Here's where you come in."

Jean's long legs were splayed apart, her ankles resting outside Walt's knees. Her pussy was erotically spread open, beckoning any nearby cock to come and stuff it, and mine, newly restored to erection, was the only one available. Jean looked at me, almost pleadingly, as I took my place between her legs and Walt's. "Oh God," she moaned, "I can't believe this . . ." Slowly, I slid my thick rod into her, while she groaned in sensual overload. "Two cocks," she groaned. "I can't believe I've got both your cocks in me simultaneously!"

Once I was completely buried inside her, I paused to acclimatise myself to the utterly unique sensations of double-penetrating Jean. With my hands on her ass, I held myself tightly inside her, while Walt rested his hands on her hips. As I began to slowly pump in and out of her, I became aware of my thick erect cock sliding against Jean's silky vaginal walls, with only a layer of tissue between my cock and Walt's. We settled into a back-and-forth rhythm, and soon Jean was having a kind of out-of-body experience. She moaned and groaned wildly as her climax began to intrude itself into the more basic sensory overload of having two cocks inside herself, which she was already experiencing. Soon she was twitching and writhing out of control as her orgasm exploded through her body. When it had finally released its grip on her, I withdrew from her womb, and she slid herself limply off Walt's pole, and fell onto the other side of the bed.

Walt and I looked toward Sharon. "Next?" we said in unison.

Sharon giggled as she eagerly took her place between Walt's legs, but he had a different plan for her. "Here," he said, pushing me down onto my back on the bed. "Ben, you lie on your back, and now Sharon, you ride him."

"I can do that," she said, and quickly, she had enveloped my entire manhood within herself. "Mmmmmm," she purred. "Nice."

While my wife and I enjoyed our leisurely coupling, Walt cleaned his prong and re-lubed himself. Then he stood behind Sharon's ass and gently placed his cockhead against my wife's puckered hole.

"You ready?" he asked, "Because here I come!"

"Oh shit!" Sharon exclaimed, as Walt began to penetrate her ass.

"I keep telling you, it's just me," Walt replied, with a chuckle.

This time, I was the 'first one in', and I felt Walt's cock slowly working its way into Sharon, sliding lengthwise along my own cock, on the other side of her intestinal/vaginal walls. It was an odd sensation, to say the least. But once we were all 'situated', we found our three-way rhythm. Soon Sharon was quivering and squirming to her next orgasm, babbling incoherently as Walt pumped in and out of her ass, and I fucked her pussy. I finally let go and surrendered to my own orgasm, sending another load of my cum splashing into my wife, while Walt sent his load into her ass.

That whole day and night was simply the wildest erotic time any of us had ever experienced. At last, we all drifted off to sleep, and awoke on Sunday with the sun already high in the sky. I was lying next to Jean, and she awakened into half-consciousness shortly after I did. She smiled when she saw I was awake and looking at her, then we reached for each other and kissed each other passionately. Soon we were lazily fucking again, as far as we knew for the last time. Our movement awakened Sharon and Walt, and soon they too were sharing a Last Fuck. After that, we returned to our own wives and capped off the week's sexual festivities 'back home', where we belonged.

With a degree of sadness, we all packed up and prepared to get back on the road, heading home. The hardest part of the whole week was putting our clothes back on when it was finally time to leave.


To be continued

[thewall81317]

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[rangeela]

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[rangeela]

During the drive home, Sharon and I were recounting the week from each of our perspectives.

"Any regrets?" I asked her

"None whatsoever. Jeannie and I have shared everything since we were in fourth grade. Now we've shared our husbands." She paused for a second. "And you've shared us. Walt and Jean have always been our dearest friends; it seems to me that now, they're that much dearer."

I had to agree. One other question was nagging at my brain. "Is Walt a better lover than me?"

She pondered my question for a few seconds. "Not better," she replied, "he is just different. Sometimes you want chicken, and sometimes you want mutton. Both taste delicious. But I'm married only to you."

I can live with that. . .

*****

Since our Naked Week at the cabin, Sharon and I have gotten together with Walt and Jean about one weekend a month for a Naked Weekend at one or the other of our houses. Our clothes come off the second we're in the door on Friday evening, and we have a mind-blowing orgy until it's time to go home on Sunday. And every summer, we've gone back up north for another Naked Week at the cabin with our oldest, closest, most intimate friends. We've even talked some about moving in together in a place halfway between both our towns, and living as a polyamorous household. I don't think we'll ever really do that, but it's fun to think about . . .

*****
Sharon rang the doorbell as we arrived at Walt and Jean's house. From inside, we heard a muffled, "Come on in!" So we opened the door and walked in. Jean and Walt were waiting for us, already naked.

"It's so good to see you guys!" Jean enthused. "I've been horny all week, just waiting for you to get here!" She greeted me with a passionate kiss, and started unbuttoning my shirt with one hand before I had even closed the door behind us. With the other, she groped my cock, which was rapidly growing inside my pants, while I returned her greeting by bending down to suckle her breasts. Walt was doing likewise with Sharon, already running his hands up under her shirt and unclasping her bra. In short order, Sharon and I were as naked as our hosts, our clothes strewn in random piles by the front door, and the four of us were paired off with the opposite spouses, jumping right into the weekend's activities. This kind of hospitality, I could get used to!

Jean and I were on the floor; Walt had Sharon sit on the couch, while he knelt between her legs. Jean and I were eagerly exploring each other's bodies, our hands rushing all over each other, getting re-acquainted with the joys of our 'second' sex partner, who we only saw every other month or so. Jean happily groped my cock, while I sucked her breasts, rolling her nipples on my tongue. We intertwined our legs, and pressed our bodies together, rolling happily on the floor.

"I've missed your thick cock so much!" Jean breathed huskily.

"He's missed you, too!" My cock was rock-hard and throbbing as it probed between Jean's thighs. She felt it, and hungrily grabbed hold of it and started stroking.

I reached down between Jean's legs, and ran my fingers through her beautiful auburn pubic hair. Finding her puffy cunt-lips, I probed inside her with a finger, finding her wet and slick.

On the couch, Walt was bent over, probing with his tongue between Sharon's legs, which were spread wide in welcome. Jean and I both looked on with fascination as Walt nibbled and nuzzled at Sharon's labia, eliciting lustily aroused purrs from my wife. He covered her pussy with his mouth, and I could tell that he was licking and sucking on her clit, while she groaned with pleasure. I saw her start to grind her hips against Walt's face, and then she clasped her hands behind his head, pulling him into herself. She raised her legs onto his shoulders, and used her legs and ankles to pull him even more firmly against herself. Soon, she rolled her head onto the back of the couch, and bucked her pussy hard against Walt's face, squeezing his head between her powerful thighs.

"Oh God, Walt," she cried. "I'm coming! Don't stop!"

Walt, who had never eaten a pussy before we had our first Naked Week at the cabin last summer, was obviously a quick study. Breathing through his nose, he kept lapping Sharon's clit until she was twisting and shuddering through her first orgasm of the weekend. When Sharon started to come down, Walt just kept right at it, drawing another climax out of my wife, and then a third, until finally, she sat up, and nudged Walt's face away from her pussy.

"Walt, that was fantastic!" she panted. "Now it's your turn." She stood up and the two of them traded places.

His long cock was pointing straight toward the ceiling, quivering with anticipation. Sharon leaned forward and lightly kissed and sucked his cockhead, stroking his shaft with one hand, while her other hand caressed his balls. She made happy humming noises in her throat, and Walt simply put his head back and soaked in the sensations of my wife's mouth on his cock.

Meanwhile, Jean and I had settled into a very nice, relaxed 69 position. I laid on the floor, with her pussy grinding on my face, while she was on top of me, sucking my cock. I savored the rich aroma of her vagina as she spread the thick juice of her arousal all over my face. It was very sensuous, very relaxing, and we just savored the sensations of each other's mouths on our genitals, at a leisurely, unhurried pace, for a long time.

After a while, we noticed, out of the corner of our eyes, that things on the couch were picking up. We paused to watch as Walt bucked his hips up off the couch, thrusting his erection into Sharon's mouth, grunting and gasping as she continued to suck on it.

"I'm gonna come," he told her, and she just nodded and hummed affirmatively. "Oh, God," groaned Walt, and then, with a growl, he emptied his balls into my wife's mouth. Sharon eagerly lapped up all of Walt's thick, milky-white cum, swallowing every drop, and then going back to collect the few drops that had escaped her hungry lips.

Jean and I sighed as we beheld our spouses' mutual bliss. I can hardly describe how hot it was to watch my wife swallowing Walt's cum, and see it dribbling out the corners of her mouth. She'd sucked me off many times, but seeing her do it to Walt was even hotter, somehow.

Jean got up off me, and went over to the couch, bending herself over the arm. "Come on, Ben," she urged, "Take me from behind."

So I got up, and stood behind her. I held my cockhead against her swollen pussy-lips and rubbed it slowly up and down, along her slit, teasingly delaying my entry.

"Come on, Ben!" she cried. "Fuck me! Put your big, thick cock inside me, and fuck me!"

Ever the gentleman, and ever the obedient lover, even before she had finished speaking, I thrust forward with my hips, ramming my pulsating rod into her depths. Jean made a little gurgling sound in her throat as I pulled almost completely out of her, and rammed into her again.

"God yes!" she cried. "THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!"

We settled into a steady rhythm. I bent over to fondle Jean's beautiful tits while we fucked, which only added to the sensuousness of it, as I felt the smooth skin of her back against my chest, and my groin pressed against her ass with every stroke. I felt the underside of my cock scrubbing against her G-spot, and soon Jean was gasping with the beginnings of her orgasm. As she climaxed, she let out a wavering moan, and I felt the walls of her cunt squeezing on my rod as I continued to slide in and out of her. At last, she quivered and trembled to completion. Once I was certain that she'd finished, I gave one last forward thrust, probing to her very core, then holding myself there, pressing into her, until my balls burst, sending a river of my cum rushing into her. And then we collapsed onto the couch, next to where Sharon and Walt were watching us.

Walt grinned as he listened to his wife and me struggle to catch our breath. "Now THAT'S the way to start the weekend," he chuckled.

Our dinner, such as it was, consisted of smoked oysters, strawberries and dark chocolate, all washed down with a strong red wine. Then we all went upstairs and piled into Walt and Jean's king-size bed.

Having begun the weekend by pairing off across marital lines, in bed we coupled with our own spouses. It was good, and rich, for Sharon and me to lay aside watching Walt and Jean making love, like the lovers they were. Watching them in their intimate knowledge of each other was erotically rich, as they knew from years of experience how to please each other. As they mated, Sharon and I were taking mental notes, and even pointing out to each other things that Walt and Jean did, that we wanted to try.

Slowly, deliberately, Walt stroked his long cock into Jean, while she purred and cooed with extreme pleasure at her husband's penis probing to her depths. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then slid them down his back, over his ass, and finally, intertwined her legs with his, welding their bodies together as they continued the undulations of their horizontal mating dance. Sharon and I were feeling privileged that our friends would bring us into their bed to share the depth of their love with us.

I saw Jean begin to raise her hips off the bed, pressing herself up against Walt's thrusts. I smiled, as I recognized that she'd done the same to me, and I knew that she'd be climaxing soon. Her breathing became ragged, and her hips ground into her husband with increasing urgency. She began groaning in rhythm with their thrusts, and soon she was urging Walt, "Come with me; I want us to come together." Then Walt began to roll his hips, aiming his spear at her core, grunting with every thrust, while Jean reached higher and higher plateaus of erotic joy. Finally, Walt growled, "Here it comes, Babe!" and the two of them were lost in ecstasy while he sent his sperm to join what I'd already left in his wife.

Sharon and I quietly gasped as we saw the mixture of Walt's cum and mine oozing out of her, around the shaft of his cock, and trickling slowly down her ass.

Sharon and I were a little awestruck at the level of sensuality and sheer marital union that Walt and Jean had allowed us to witness. As they rolled over into position to watch us, we felt inspired by their example.

Sharon rolled me over onto my back, and began to slowly suck my cock, which was pulsating with anticipation. Starting with my balls, she sensuously, deliberately wetted every inch of my manhood with her tongue, pausing at the tip to swirl her tongue around it a few times. It was all I could do to keep from coming right then and there.

With silky-smooth movements, Sharon slid herself along my body, pausing to wrap her tits around my cock, and give me a sultry tit-fuck before continuing to slide herself seductively along my body until her breasts had come level with my mouth. Sharon moved from side to side, offering first one breast, and then the other, for me to suckle, while she slid her pussy back and forth against my chest. Once her tits had been satisfied, she slid back downward and kissed me deeply; I caught a taste of Walt's cum in her mouth. She slid further down until I could feel the tip of my cock pressing against her opening, her thick, curly pubic hair tickling as I pressed into her.

Sharon continued to press downward until my cockhead had just parted her cunt-lips and begun to feel her inner warmth. Slowly, Sharon continued, until an inch of my shaft was enveloped in the moist, sultry grip of her vagina, and then two, until I felt her pubic mound ground itself on the base of my cock. With my two hands, I grabbed her ass-cheeks and pulled her onto myself, pressing my throbbing erection into her core.

As we had just watched Walt and Jean do, Sharon and I slowly ground ourselves into each other, until it seemed we were virtually not two people anymore, but one. My cock seemed to dissolve into the walls of my wife's pussy, and every movement of her body made every cell in mine tingle with erotic pleasure.

We mated like that, slowly and sensuously, for a long time, before the appreciative gaze of our friends. As I've said before, we have a level of trust and openness with Walt and Jean that we don't have with anyone else. Our lovemaking was happening at a deep level, near to the core of our being, and it was a bit awesome to be able to reveal ourselves, and put ourselves on display, at such a deep level, for our friends.

With my hands, I held Sharon's body tightly against mine, enjoying the sensation of her naked skin against my own, her breasts sensuously sliding against my chest, her nipples like little points of erotic electricity sending jolts into me. My hands stroked her thighs and ass-cheeks, feeling her muscles tense and relax with each thrust of her body against mine. With my fingertip, I probed between her ass-cheeks and tickled her rosebud, which caused her to give a little shudder.

Finally, Sharon sat up, steadying herself with her hands against my chest. Her breathing became ragged, and each thrust of her hips became more purposeful and determined. She squeezed my cock with her cunt-muscles, in time with her thrusts. In response, I began lifting my hips up off the bed, driving myself urgently into her depths. Her fingers dug into my chest; I gasped at the small stab of pain.

Then, with a low wail, the dam of Sharon's climax broke. She was twisting and writhing on top of me, quivering with the waves of orgasmic bliss that were crashing over her. Her legs squeezed tightly around my hips, and sobs of pleasure came from deep within her. The sensations of my wife's orgasm were as intense as anything I'd ever experienced, and I could only release myself to my own orgasm, joining her on a cosmic plane of erotic bliss, somewhere on the far side of the Universe. My body was wracked with orgasmic spasms, and I felt as if everything in my body was shooting out of my cock, into her. I virtually didn't have control of my own body; I could only let the orgasm have its way with me, until it was finished.

When Sharon finally collapsed on top of me, and the two of us were struggling to catch our breath, Jean spoke.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said.

"That's because you couldn't watch yourselves," I responded, between gasps.

And with that, the four of us fell blissfully, contentedly asleep.


To be continued

[rangeela]

In the morning, with the early rays of sunlight filtering through the venetian blinds, I came groggily awake. Jean and I were in the 'middle' spots on the bed. Sharon was on the edge next to me, Walt was on the other side of Jean from me. Somehow, in our sleepful tossings, I ended up spooned with Jean, my hand cupping her breast, which was a pleasant-enough way to come awake. I began lazily fondling Jean's breast, squeezing it gently, stroking it, feeling its fullness and heft. My normal 'morning wood' became even more attentive, and began to press itself into the cleft of her ass.

I don't know if it was my ministrations that woke Jean, but she soon joined me in consciousness. She turned her head to look over her shoulder toward me. "Good morning, lover," she drawled groggily.

"Mmmmm. Good morning. You fancy a bit of morning fucking?" I ground my hips against her ass, probing more insistently for a warm place to put my cock.

"Mmmmm. I'm always up for a bit of morning fucking." She rolled her hips back toward me, to provide better access to her pussy for my cock. She raised her top leg for a second, then reached down between her legs to find my erection. "Nice," she said, to no-one in particular. She guided my cockhead to her opening, and pressed it into herself. Then with her other hand, she pressed my hand more firmly against her breast, guiding it in how she wanted her breasts to be felt, while we lazily spoon-fucked. It was very relaxed, very mellow and low-key.

After Jean and I had been fucking for a while, Sharon rolled over and got out of bed. She padded off down the hall to the bathroom. When she returned, she got back into bed on Walt's side, and began stroking his cock while she watched Jean and me. When Walt awoke, Sharon rolled him onto his back and began sucking his cock. She climbed on top of him, in the 69 position, but the difference in their heights was too great for a normal 69; so Walt played with her pussy while she sucked his cock, and every so often, she'd slide back to let him eat her out, while she gave him a hand-job on the other end.

Jean pushed me away from herself, briefly, so she could roll onto her back. Then she pulled me on top of herself, into a missionary position, and we resumed our mellow fuck. Slowly, I pushed into her tight pussy, then withdrew until I had almost pulled out of her completely, then pressed back into her. She groaned as my thick cock spread her open as I plunged in and out of her. When she began bucking her hips up at me, I responded by pounding even more vigorously into her, until she was wailing with the pleasure of our coupling. A few more thrusts, and I was pumping my cum into her again, and she was squirming through another orgasm.

Jean and I rolled over to watch Sharon and Walt finish. She was sucking his cock in earnest now, stroking it with her hand, and bobbing her head up and down on his length. I could see, from the movement of her cheeks and lips, that she was swirling her tongue furiously around the tip of Walt's cock. I could also tell, from how his eyes were tightly shut, and his head was rolled back, that Walt was enjoying it immensely. He made a little gurgling noise in his throat and laid his hand on Sharon's back, trying to speak.

"Shar-," Was all he could manage before a sound somewhere between a grunt and a groan escaped his throat, and he sent his semen shooting into my wife's mouth again.

Sharon made a happy purring sound as Walt came, and she continued to suck on his cock until she'd cleaned him off thoroughly, and his now-soft cock slipped from between her lips.

Then she slid herself backward, presenting her pussy in front of Walt's face. Walt was gasping for breath for a few minutes, but that only had the effect of letting him drink more deeply of the rich, musky aroma of Sharon's cunt. When Walt had caught his breath sufficiently, he pulled back on Sharon's hips, and sat her on his face.

Sharon was happy to grind her pussy on Walt's face, and Walt, for his part, was diving into her with relish, making great slurping sounds as he licked and sucked my wife. She moaned and groaned with pleasure as she rode Walt's tongue, feeling it probe into her channel before finally settling onto her clit. That caused Sharon to roll her hips at a furious pace until, with a quivering moan, she came.

Walt might have thought that his morning duties had been fulfilled, but Sharon wasn't finished with him yet. Lifting herself off his face, she spun around and positioned herself on his cock. At first, she just straddled him, rubbing the cleft of her slit along the length of Walt's shaft, aiming to get him hard again. Jean and I smiled as we saw his cockhead expand while creeping slowly upward along his belly. When she sensed his hardness, Sharon lifted herself for a moment, and Walt's cock sprung up in readiness.

"I think he's ready," Sharon said, sending a wink and a smirk at Jean and me. "I can't believe it's Saturday morning and I haven't had that magnificent, long cock inside of me yet." And with that, she sat herself back down, slowly and deliberately impaling herself on Walt's pole.

Inch by inch, Walt's cock disappeared into my wife, until she had engulfed him completely. She twisted herself sensually on his shaft and purred with erotic pleasure to feel him penetrating her deeply, as only he could do. For several minutes, she simply sat still, squeezing his shaft with her cunt-muscles, savoring the sensations of being penetrated to the absolute far corners of her vagina.

Slowly, she began rocking back and forth, grinding herself sensually on Walt's long rod, stirring it around from one corner of her pussy to another, groaning with erotic joy as she did so. Walt matched her slow rhythm, pressing his cock into her depths, and then relaxing. Jean and I looked on in fascination at the pleasure our spouses took from each other as they mated.

Sharon was groaning completely without abandon at the sensations that Walt's cock was producing inside her. Steadily, she increased her tempo, until her ass was practically a blur as she pumped herself against his cock. At last, with a trembling groan, she came, which elicited another groan from Walt as he sent his second load of the morning shooting into her.

*****

That evening, someone had the idea to put some music on and dance. Jean found a CD of dance music, and we paired off -- Sharon danced with Walt, and Jean danced with me. Of course, the four of us all being naked, it didn't take long for things to move in an erotic direction.

I'm roughly average height -- just a shade under six feet tall -- and Sharon is a bit shorter than average -- around 5-feet-4. Walt is quite tall, around 6-4, and Jean is also tall, being close to the same height as me. So, when we danced together, Sharon was much shorter than Walt, whereas Jean and I were essentially eye-to-eye with each other. As I danced with Jean, I felt myself getting increasingly aroused by the sensation of her naked body against mine. I slid my hand down from her waist, so that I was feeling her ass, stroking her cheeks, feeling her firm muscles as she moved and danced around the room. When I did that, she snuggled herself closer to me, and I could feel her left breast mashing against my chest. I bent my head down, and took her nipple into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue, savoring its taste and texture.


And my cock got hard. Jean had a mischievous look on her face as she looked into my eyes. She was trying to subtly turn herself to rub my erection against herself. Not that I minded that at all, you understand. We made a game of her trying to 'catch' my cock, and me trying (albeit, not very earnestly) to keep it away from her. We were giggling and grabbing and groping each other as the 'game' progressed.

At last, I 'gave in', and she 'caught' me. We stood face-to-face, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt her breasts mashing into my chest, her hard nipples virtually boring into me. I grabbed her ass, one cheek in each hand, and she did likewise to me. It felt amazing, having her hands sensuously stroking my ass. We kissed passionately, our tongues intertwining and probing the corners of each other's mouth. Jean spread her legs slightly, so my cock could rub against her pussy-lips. Then we looked into each other's eyes, and pulled each other tight, and my cock slid into her.

I'd had standing sex with Sharon a few times, but the difference in our heights made it a bit uncomfortable, so it wasn't something we did all that often. But with Jean, our bodies matched up perfectly.

Once I was inside her, she put her legs back together, which made her pussy feel even tighter. With my hands, I pulled her onto myself, and she did likewise. Of course, we really weren't dancing any more. But our standing fuck was even better.

We pressed together and relaxed, and I felt my cock pressing into her. Her pussy was plenty tight just normally, but by pressing her legs together, she made it feel amazingly tight. I pumped in and out of her; she was quite wet, but the friction just from the increased tightness raised the sensations to an even higher level. I knew I wouldn't hold out very long, and when I felt my climax approaching, I sat on the couch, and had Jean ride me. Soon, she was grinding her way to her own climax. When I knew she was coming, I raised my hips and sent another load of my sperm pulsing into her.

While Jean and I recovered, I bent down to suckle her marvelous tits some more, while we watched our spouses.

Sharon and Walt couldn't do the kind of standing sex that Jean and I had just done; the difference in their heights was just too much. But they had other advantages. With both of them standing normally, Walt's cock rubbed pretty high on Sharon's belly. If she stooped just a little bit, they could do a standing tit-fuck. And a few other things, besides.

Jean and I watched as Walt had Sharon stand on a chair. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck while he hooked his elbows behind her knees, and he could hold her up off the ground. He slowly lowered her until her opening met his cockhead. Then he slowly dropped her onto his cock, her whole weight pressing her onto him. Between Sharon's hands around Walt's neck, and his arms supporting her knees, they could control their movements quite well. We watched in a bit of awe as the two of them humped together vertically. It was obviously a pretty athletic move -- Walt had to be strong enough to support both their weight, and still help Sharon manage the pressure of her own weight pressing her down onto Walt's cock. And Sharon had to be strong enough to hold herself up with her arms.

They fucked like that for several minutes; I was amazed by how long they could maintain that position. When they got tired, Walt laid Sharon on the couch and crawled between her legs to finish missionary-style. Walt's long cock pumped in and out of my wife's vagina, until she breathed, "Come with me!" and he sent his thick white cum spewing into her again.

*****

Sunday, as always, was our last day together. We had formed a loose tradition that our last day together was 'Threesome Day'. We started with Walt and me taking turns with both women. Walt laid on his back, while one of the women rode his cock, and the other rode his face. After each of the women had an orgasm in that position, they switched places until they each came again, and Walt had pumped Jean's pussy full of cum again.

For my turn, I had both women sit on the couch, side by side, while I ate their pussies. I loved being able to lean in close, to savor the smells and flavors of my two favorite vaginas. And of course, Jean was freshly filled with her husband's cum, so I got a taste of that, too. When Sharon trembled through her second oral orgasm, I moved up and slid my cock into her again. I pounded into her furiously, until I left another deposit of my sperm in her box.

When it was Jean's turn to take on both Walt and me, she was giddy with anticipation. Jean just loves having two men simultaneously tending to her pleasure. This time, we 'spit-roasted' her - Jean got on her hands and knees, in the 'doggy-style' position, while Walt got on his knees in front of her and I got on my knees behind her. Jean sucked Walt's cock while I fucked her from behind. At one point, she was virtually deep-throating Walt, and my thrusts from behind were pushing her onto his cock. We even managed to time it so that Walt and I were coming virtually simultaneously, with my cum spurting into her pussy, and Walt's into her mouth.

When Walt and I had recovered enough from Jean to get hard again (damn refractory period!), Walt sat on the couch. Sharon grabbed the lube bottle and coated Walt's cock with copious quantities of lube. Then she tentatively sat down, pressing not her pussy this time, but her asshole, against the tip of his cock. Slowly, gingerly, she squirmed onto Walt's erection, pausing several times to let her sphincter adjust to accommodate Walt's cock. When he was well and securely situated with his cock in her bowel, she leaned back and spread her legs for me, her pussy open wide to receive me. I knelt between her (and Walt's) legs, and pressed my erection into her. As I penetrated her, I could feel Walt's cock inside Sharon's ass, with only a thin layer of muscle separating it from my own. Sharon groaned at the sensation of two men double-stuffing her, filling both her holes. At first, we just stayed still, letting each other adjust to the ways our three bodies came together. Slowly, I began to pump in and out of my wife. Then Walt joined in, trying to match his movements to mine, while Sharon squirmed and writhed at the sensations of two cocks grinding into her, one in her ass, and one in her cunt. Quickly, she was at the point of climax, and she began to twitch and writhe and moan uncontrollably as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. But Walt and I just kept going, drawing out of her one orgasm after another, until she finally waved us off, saying that she'd had enough. And when Sharon has had enough, there's not much more to be said. . .

*****

In our weekend orgies, it's always a little sad when it's time to put our clothes back on, and head home. One last round of naked hugs and affectionate pats for each other's 'private parts', and then Sharon and I were dressed for the 'outside world' again, and in our car driving home.

When we got home, it was late, and we headed straight to bed. Once more, Sharon and I got naked, and made love one more time, mellow and relaxed, after the intensity of the weekend. After we'd finished, I was lazily stroking and fondling my wife.

"You know, Sweetheart," I said to her, "I love Walt and Jean dearly, and our weekends together are incredible. But it's sure good to be back home."

Sharon purred contentedly. "It is," she agreed. "It's good to be back home."

THE END

[bewakoof]

Very good.

[rangeela]

Very good.

Thank you very much.

[deshpremi]

Thank you for posting. What a story!