Group Sex To swap or not to swap

[rangeela]

 

Credit to Spen Sterling

On Monday morning, everything was awesome. My business partner Mike and I were just a few days from closing the biggest deal our young commercial real estate company had ever had. Big enough to put the company in the black. Big enough to pay off some mounting debts that we both had, both business and personal. Big enough so that we had planned to take our hot wives on a long weekend celebration to Vegas starting Wednesday.

Tuesday, things went south. In the morning, the deal hit a legal snag. By midday, it was looking like it might fall apart. By closing time, the deal was all but dead. We had gone from planning to hire staff and buy new cars to having conversations about how to declare bankruptcy.

Mike and I were lifelong friends. We had met in the first grade and had been best friends since then, sharing interests and personalities. We were both fit and athletic, low key and even keel. We had married a pair of beautiful, fit women who became our best friends as well, so the four of us spent quite a bit of time together socially. We were all in our early 30s, happy, healthy, and beautiful, in the prime of our lives. We were on the edge of being financially successful, but also on the edge of financial ruin.

Our company motto was "Don't give up on the idea that things will get better." While that motto had been useful in the past, it seemed hollow in the face of losing everything we had worked years to build. We were sitting in my office on Tuesday afternoon, commiserating.

"So what do we do about Vegas?" I asked.

"Well Dan, we have two options," said Mike. "Option one, we pretend like everything is ok, go have a great time, and then break the news to Jen and Erica on Monday morning that we're going bankrupt. Option two, we tell them tonight, cancel the trip and have a miserable weekend on the way to our bankruptcy hearing."

I nodded and smiled at my friend. "Vegas it is, then, reality can wait."

Reality just didn't want to wait though. The four of us were driving to the airport Wednesday morning and got a flat tire. We got to the airport late and missed the flight. We had to stand around in the airport for another five hours waiting for the next available flight. We were actually talking about cancelling. When we finally arrived in Vegas it was still early afternoon, but then we found out that half of our luggage was missing. We gave up on that after a few hours and went on to the hotel, tired and hungry, where we found out the hotel did not have our reservations and was full. They had one room available, with two twin beds. That was the best we were going to get, so we just had to take it.

We dropped our bags off at the room, which was even less impressive than described, and went to the casino, where we all immediately lost a few hundred dollars each. We went looking for a place to eat, and ended up waiting in line for an hour for a fairly awful dining experience. The meal was capped off by the girls figuring out that the deal had fallen apart, and that we might all be declaring bankruptcy on Monday. All in all, it was about the worst day ever.

Lucky for us, the girls took the news as well as they could. My wife Erica and Mike's wife Jen shared our laid back, stoic attitude and were not going to fall apart over spilled milk. Instead, they ordered a round of tequila shots.

One of our running jokes whenever we took trips together was that we would have company votes, so we could write off some of the trip expense on taxes. When we formed the company, the men were co-presidents and the women were co-vice presidents, and all the votes were equal.

"I vote that we have a great time this weekend and trust that things will work out in the end," said Erica, holding up her shot for a toast.

"I second the motion!" said Jen, downing her shot and ordering another round. "Things will get better."

We all voted in favor and had a good laugh. Mike and I looked at each other and smiled, sharing in the same emotions. We were feeling very fortunate to be married to such great ladies, but devastated that we were letting them down.

After knocking back several more rounds of shots, the group staggered back to our room, which was luckily on the first floor. 

It was a bit awkward getting ready for bed out in the open. Wearing shorts and a t shirt was also a bit uncomfortable for four people who generally slept nude. Making it worse was the horny factor. For the last few weeks, I had been working so hard for so long that Erica and I had had no time for sex, and I know from water cooler discussions that Mike was in the same boat. We had both said that we were really looking forward to getting to Vegas and having some serious hotel sex. Erica had been teasing me for a week with how much sex we were going to have.

Instead, we were in a small room within a few feet of another couple, in an decidedly unromantic situation. Still, the lights were out, it was dead dark in the room, and frankly, I was too horny to not press the issue, so I started to quietly make out with Erica. She resisted at first, but she was too horny to stop me, and things heated up quickly. 

At first, we were careful and quiet as we made love, but as things picked up the sheets started rustling, and then, a soft, sexy moan pierced the air ... from the other bed. We stopped for a moment and listened, and fairly quickly we realized that Mike and Jen were getting down to business in the adjacent bed. It seemed pretty clear that they knew what we were doing, and we knew what they were doing, so we just loosened up and started going at it. Erica can be pretty vocal during sex, and it wasn't long before she let out a fairly loud "mmmm."

Which led to a bout of giggling noise from the next bed, which led to us giggling back, and pretty soon we were all laughing out loud.

"I don't know what y'all are doing over there, but if you don't stop I'm going to call the front desk and demand a quieter room," Mike said.

"They'll probably put you in a closet," I laughed back.

As the four of us returned to having sex in the dark, it took on a different feel. None of us were trying to hide what we were doing, and pretty soon it turned into a game. Jen was the first to let out an exaggerated, over the top moan, followed by another bout of giggling. Then we were all taking turns, moaning and even talking dirty, and laughing the whole time.

"Give it to me big guy," said Erica giggling.

"Ride it hard baby," said Mike.

"You're so big," said Jen, screaming and laughing.

"Bend me over and slap my ass," I said, which led everyone to break out laughing.

We continued on like this for a long while, this weird combination of sex and humor playing out in the darkness just a few feet apart. Eventually the jokes became less and the passion took over, and as fate would have it, friends that shared so much in common also shared hang time. I could hear Mike quickening his pace and trying to grunt quietly, which was a huge turn on for me, and I started fucking Erica hard, rocking the bed. The combination of hotel sex, having another couple fucking wildly in the next bed, and a two week sex holiday made it impossible to come quietly, and we both shared a loud and lengthy orgasm.

We lay in bed for some time, listening to Mike and Jen slowing their breathing down.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed it too," Mike said out loud.

There was a roomful of giggles and a brief pause.

"Don’t be cocky," said Erica, leading to another round of laughs.

Despite everything that had gone wrong, we were still finding ways to laugh. All four of us had the same, silent thought. "Don't give up on the idea that things will get better."

The next morning, things got better. My phone woke me up early in the morning, before I could even complain about being hungover. It was the attorney working on the deal. They had solved the problem and they were closing the deal today.

I jumped out of bed and woke up Mike to tell him the news. We looked at each other with wide, unbelieving eyes, wondering if we were dreaming, and then we were high fiving and dancing around the room like we had won the lottery. Which in a very real sense we had. It didn't take any genius to figure out what was going on, and the girls joined in the celebration. Pretty soon it was four people in t-shirts and underwear dancing around the room and hugging each other like crazy.

The news was still settling in when there was a knock on the door. It was the manager of the hotel, coming in person to apologize for the mix up. 

"We did find your reservation. I am so sorry we had to put you in this room last night, it is actually a room that we were getting ready to renovate," he said. "We still don't have two separate rooms available, but I am able to upgrade you to a nicer room. I am also giving you each a $200 credit at the casino to make up for the mistake."

He handed us the keys to the new room and told us the staff would take care of moving our stuff up. 

"Oh, we also heard from the airport, they did not find your luggage yet, but they did send over a $1000 prepaid credit card so you can replace the missing items for your trip needs," he added.

As he left the room, all four of us were standing there in happy disbelief at the dramatic turn of fortune. We dressed quickly and went up to their new room on the 10th floor, and were quite impressed. The room was much nicer, it was three times larger than the old room, with a living room, a full kitchen and a large window overlooking Las Vegas. The staff had even thrown in a few bottles of champagne. The only negative was that once again, there were two beds separated by only a few feet, though they were much larger. I was kinda remembering the sexual charge from the previous night, and I was ok with twin beds, and I didn't hear anyone else complaining.

After a quick evaluation of the circumstances, the men took the casino credits and the women took the shopping credits, and we went on our separate ways. Mike and I found our luck markedly different than Wednesday, we both ended up doubling our money at the craps table. The women got lucky as well, finding some great sales. They bought clothes and swim suits to replace the items lost in the luggage, and then found a lingerie store offering a buy three, get three free deal. They had quite a fine time picking out the six outfits.

When we rendezvoused at the room that afternoon, the spirit was quite a bit more upbeat than the night before. Mike and I were boasting about our gambling prowess while the women talked about the great shopping deals they found. When we found out they had bought new swimsuits, we insisted on a showing, and after a few minutes of begging, the girls reluctantly retreated to the bathroom to try on the suits. When they came out, we were speechless. 

Erica had on a red bikini and Jen had on a blue bikini that showed off their fabulous bodies perfectly. My wife Erica has a great, athletic body. She played tennis in college, and is long and lean. Her long blonde hair contrasted perfectly with the red suit. Jen has a darker complexion, with wavy dark brown hair. Jen was fit, but she was much more voluptuous than Erica. My favorite thing about Jen was her full lips. Despite knowing that I would never have sex with Jen behind Mike's back, it was still hard not to imagine, even fantasize, what those lips would feel like in various capacities.

Those two fantastic, complimentary bodies were on full display for us. They were nervous and blushing at first, but the wolf whistles and positive comments from Mike and I got them going to the point that they were hamming it up big time. They paraded around in front us, and Jen sat on Mike's lap while Erica nestled onto my lap. Then, they got really crazy, putting on some faux girl on girl moments, pretending to grope each other and make out. We just about fell out of our seats at that.

"What is it about men that love to watch girls do lesbo things," Jen laughed. "You guys are such horny dogs."

 

Mike and I looked at each other and nodded. "Guilty," we said in unison.

"You should see the lingerie we picked out," said Erica grinning at Jen. "We're really going to blow your mind."

"I'd like to make a motion that we have a lingerie show," I hollered. 

Mike almost fell over offering to second the motion.

Both girls blushed hard and laughed the idea off. "Maybe after dinner," they laughed.

We went to a nice dinner at one of the hotel restaurants, and were having a great time, laughing and enjoying each other's company after the great day. We were having post dinner drinks when up walked the manager who had visited us early that morning.

"Looks like everything is well," he said.

"Everything is perfect," Mike said. "We really appreciate the new room, everything is fantastic."

The girls gushed their approval and invited him to join us for a drink, which he did. We thanked him profusely, and he seemed to appreciate our comments. About ten minutes after he left the table, the waitress came by to tell us that our meal had been taken care of by the hotel, which put us in even higher spirits. As they clamored aboard the elevator Mike turned to me and grinned.

"The only thing that would make this night better would be a lingerie fashion show," he said. 

I nodded in agreement, but I really didn't have high hopes. Our wives were pretty modest, I was shocked by the swimsuit show, and while I thought it would be pretty cool to see both of them in lingerie, I didn't see it happening.

The girls made the expected joking protests, but then there was a moment of silence. At one point the two girl's eyes met, and Erica blurted out, "Well, maybe just one outfit," which led to a round of howling laughter.

When we got to the room it required some additional cajoling, but eventually the girls agreed to try on one outfit for show. When they retreated to the bathroom with their pink bags, Mike and I sat on the couch trying to restrain our enthusiasm. 

"So this is unexpected," I said. "I think the girls are a little tipsy."

"More like shocking," Mike answered. "I'm not complaining though."

"I'm a long way from complaining," I grinned.

I am always excited to see my beautiful wife in lingerie, but the idea of seeing Jen in sexy attire was a triple bonus. I turned down the lights to create a sexy mood.

We were not disappointed. The girls came out together, both in high heels, and they looked incredible. Both of us felt our jaws drop to the floor.

Erica had on a lacy, powder blue baby doll. It wasn't that much more revealing than the swimsuit, but much sexier. The bra was white and blue and lacy, with a sheer mesh covering her torso. The mesh stopped at her upper thigh, and her outfit was completed by matching lacy panties.

Jen had on a racier outfit, a lacy pink teddy that had thin straps that went up around her neck and then went into a plunging v shape down to below her navel. It was cut pretty high on the thigh, and you could almost see her nipples showing through the top.

It was hard to categorize the flood of thoughts and emotions. I was excited and incredibly aroused to see both girls. I was nervous about paying too much attention to Jen, with my wife looking at me and Mike beside me. At the same time, I was proud in a way that Mike was seeing my sexy wife in lingerie, and wondering what he was thinking. And last but not least, I was wondering what my wife was thinking about all of it. 

As they paraded around in front of the couch, we laid on the encouragement, and I for one was reaching the mouthwatering stage. Eventually, the girls found their way onto the our laps, and neither of us was able to contain ourselves. We wrapped our arms around them and started making out with them right there on the couch, nearly oblivious of the other couple. Then, almost on cue, we swept our respective partners up and carried them over to the bed.

The lights had been turned down pretty low, but there was still just enough light to make out the activity on the other bed. Initially both couples were pretty preoccupied with our own activity, but at some point it was hard not to glance over and watch. Nobody seemed to be too worried about it, and pretty soon we were all naked and going at it. Each of us was sneaking looks over at the other bed, enjoying the scenes, until it reached the point that no one was sneaking any more. It was just dark enough so we could look without it being obvious. All four of us were in total disbelief that this was happening, but something about the moment had us all getting a little crazy.

Erica was going down hard on my cock when she realized that Jen was doing the same thing to Mike, and they caught each other's eyes. They watched each other, enjoying both the action and the scene. At some point, almost without realizing it, they began to mimic each other, licking, kissing and sucking their husband's cocks in a synchronized rhythm. I was looking back and forth between Erica sucking on my cock and Jen sucking on Mike's cock, and he was clearly doing the same.

After a while the men took their turn, going down on their wives, and once again we all stayed uniform. Then we both went into a 69 position for a while, taking turns for who got to be on top, always staying in synch with the opposite bed.

The choreographed tandem love making continued, going through several positions. It was a lot like watching a dark, shadowy porno while having sex. The girls enjoyed being on top the most, where they could easily look over at the other bed, while the guys discovered that doggy style gave the best views. All of us were quickly reaching the peak of arousal, and the sounds and the motions made it evident that if we were going to have a synchronized orgasm the moment was fast approaching.

Moving quickly, I pulled Erica over to the edge of the bed and sat her in my lap, facing the other bed. Mike followed my lead, so now the group was closer together than ever, sitting on the edge of the beds. The girls were slowly gyrating on their husbands cocks as they watched their friends doing the same. The girls were actually close enough so that their knees were almost touching. 

I know from past discussions that Erica had enjoyed some bi experiences with other women in college days, but had made it clear that those days were behind her. But I could also see that she was looking closely at Jen's body, and Jen was checking her out as well. I had to think that watching their friend being fucked that close was incredibly arousing. We were holding on to their waists and plunging our cocks deep, and at some point, we both pushed hard up at the same time and the girls fell forward and held each other for support. Their faces were only inches apart. Instinctively, they leaned together and began kissing passionately. 

 

Watching them kissing pushed me over the edge, and I could tell Mike was also there, and once again, we had simultaneous, mind blowing orgasms.

 

Both girls smiled and leaned back, and the two pairs eased back onto their own beds. After a few moments of easing down, someone said "Wow." The other three of us said "Ditto." And then we all laughed.

 

The next morning I woke up with a banging in my head, in addition to the hangover. I somehow forced my eyes open and found myself tangled up in a naked embrace with Erica, who was dead asleep. I glanced over at the other bed, where Mike and Jen were also an unconscious tangle of sheets and arms and legs. It was a well-lit morning, and I was able to enjoy a few moments of seeing Jen's half naked body before the banging started again, and I realized someone was at the door. I staggered up and pulled my boxers on and stumbled over to the door.

 

It was a bellhop, a young guy standing there with a slight grin on his face.

 

"Yeah?" I stammered.

 

"Good morning sir, sorry to have woken you up," he said. "My manager wanted me to let you know that we were upgrading your room again today."

 

I looked at the bellhop, letting that sink in, then looked over at the beds full of arms and legs. In all honesty, I was kinda liking the intimacy of this room. I was already thinking about how we could get the girls drunk and do it all again tonight.

"That's ok, we'll just stay here," I said, and started to close the door.

The bellhop reached out and stopped me from closing the door. "Excuse me, but I just wanted to clarify something," he said. "The manager wants me to upgrade you to one of the executive suites. For our high rollers. The room runs around $10,000 per night, you're getting it free."

 

I stood and stared at him for a minute, letting that sink in, then I turned to the group on the bed.

"Everybody get up," I said. "We're moving!"

To be continued

[rangeela]

The new top floor room was worth every penny of $10,000 per night. It was a 4,000 square foot luxury suite with a full bar, a pool table, a steam room, a massive window overlooking Vegas, and a balcony, all done in first class style. The room even had a huge hot tub, more like a pool, right in the middle, practically big enough to swim laps. The main section of the room had a bed that had to be 20 feet across, and there was a separated room with a bed almost as large. We spent much of the first half hour walking around with our mouths hanging open, broken up by the occasional "LOOK AT THIS!" 

 

In the midst of our discoveries we found a note from the manager, who essentially stated that he spent much of his time dealing with whiny people who didn't have a reason to complain, and it was so refreshing to get positive feedback from people who actually deserved to complain that he felt compelled to do something for us. It also said that the fully stocked bar was compliments of the house, which led us to a round of morning mimosas. 

 

As much as we hated to leave the room, Mike and I eventually slipped out around midday to enjoy a round of golf, while the ladies donned their new swimsuits — to more hoots from the horny dogs — and went down to the pool. 

 

The golf game turned out great, of course, and the men returned to the room around happy hour to find that the sun-tanned women were already in fully happy hour mode. They were still dressed in their suits and open silk shirt coverups, enjoying the balcony deck and margaritas. The four of us were toasting our good fortune on the balcony when the girls suggested it was time to try out the hot tub.

 

"I'm all for taking a hot tub, but my swimsuit is in the luggage that is on the way back from Timbuktu," Mike said. 

 

"Don't be a prude," shrieked Erica. She shrugged her silk shirt cover up off her shoulders and jokingly stuck her chest out. "The ladies are walking around half naked, just throw on some boxers and get in the tub."

Mike looked over at me. "I will if you will," he said, and after a quick nod we were stripping down to our boxers. Both of us had on white cotton boxers, so when we eased down into the tub we quickly realized the situation was going to be revealing when we got out of the tub. The girls had added bubble bath, so that kept us from being exposed while in the tub.

The tub was fantastic, big enough to move around in comfort. We laughed and joked that the pool was big enough to hold races in, and then they held a race in it, which Mike and Jen won by a nose.

"Losers have to get up and make a new round of drinks," Jen said. "Dan, I nominate you to dance on over and make some more margaritas."

 

I was laughing so hard I didn't even realize that when I stood up in the tub I was showing pretty clearly through my boxers. It wasn't completely clear because the bubbles covered me up pretty well. I got out of the tub and did a Michael Jackson moon walk over to the kitchen.

 

"How's that for a dance?" I asked.

 

"We'll give it a 9.5," shrieked the girls.

 

I made the drinks and then moonwalked back over to the tub. By this time the bubbles had evaporated and the boxers weren't hiding much. I had to admit that I was kinda liking being somewhat exposed. All the frolicking in the hot tub had me semi-aroused, and my cock was pushing the front out on my boxers.

 

The drinks went down quick, which led to a rather spirited and gropey version of Marco Polo. It was no time before the drinks were getting low and it was Mike's turn. The girls insisted that he do some kind of dance as well, which resulted in some kind of bizarre variation on the Macarena. He was sporting a pretty obvious erection which showed fairly clearly through his wet boxers as well.

 

The next time the drinks ran low, the girls got together on one side of the tub and started whispering back and forth before they announced a new dance request.

 

"This time, we want you both to do an erotic dance," the girls said. They were laughing, but you could tell they were looking forward to a show.

 

Mike and I looked at each other in disbelief. I could tell he was thinking the same thing I was thinking — that our wives were getting uncharacteristically naughty. Erica could be pretty wild in bed, but she made it clear that our sex life was limited to the two of us. One time I jokingly suggested we have a threesome, and she said that if I did have a threesome, it would be with two different people, and one of them should probably be a divorce lawyer.

So I had to assume that this was all just an alcohol fueled playfulness that I would be wise to not take to the extreme, and I think Mike was on the same page. 

Taking this all into account, we shrugged and got to work. We stood up in the tub and started to do a pathetic, clumsy version of a male stripper dance in the tub. We were both still covered with bubbles, so we were not on full display, but as the bubbles evaporated, there were more and more moments of flashes of wet boxers barely covering rock hard erections.

At some point the dance became more about making the girls laugh than trying to be sexy, and Mike and I really hammed it up, pretending to spank each other and blow bubbles on each other. The girls were screaming and hooting with laughter.

Mike decided to get a little daring and went over and did a little hip gyrating in front of Jen, and I followed suit in front of Erica. Their eyes were at waist level as we gyrated closely in front of them, our midsections waving back and forth in front of them. They had both stopped laughing, sitting in rapt attention with bemused smiles on their faces. But I could also tell they were checking out both of us as we danced in front of them.

 

"If we had dollar bills, ya'll would be rich exotic dancers," laughed the girls.

Eventually we made our way out of the tub and made new drinks, to the whooping encouragement of the girls, who declared that their husbands might consider starting a male revue.

 

As we were making drinks, out of earshot of the girls, Mike and I took a moment to chat about the situation.

 

"Is it just me or are the girls getting a little crazier than usual?" Mike asked.

"It's not just you," I said. "This is not like Erica, she is usually a prude about these kinds of things."

 

"Yeah, Jen has never been like this either," Mike replied. "So, are you ok with all of ... this?"

 

I grinned. "Hey, we’re all friends here. Whatever THIS is, I'm ok with it."

I think we were both thinking the same thing when it came to THIS. The one room circumstances had led to a lot of intriguing thoughts of group sex or swapping spouses. Over the years the two couples had always had a fun, playful, sometimes flirty relationship, but whenever the men jokingly brought up the idea of swapping partners, the women jokingly shot it straight down. 

We made our way back to the tub and hopped back in, and more drunken frolicking ensued. There was an epic splashing battle between the couples, followed by a dunk fest. At some point the girls slipped behind the guys and dunked us both. After our heads went under water, we didn't come up right away.

"I think they may have drowned," said Erica nervously.

Just then, Mike and I came slowly up through the bubbles... wearing our boxer shorts on our heads. The girls screamed and swam in the other direction as the men tossed their wet shorts at them. Eventually Erica, and then Jen, slipped out of their tops as well. The suds kept everyone covered as long as they were in the tub, so it wasn't really like they were fully nude, but it was still incredibly sexy to be half naked in the tub. There were definitely some moments of partial exposure. I couldn't help but notice the pronounced curve of Jen's chest, and I was sure that Mike was enjoying the glimpses of Erica's perky tits. All the horseplay and bumping around became even more arousing.

At some point the drinks started getting low, which lead to a debate over who was going to get out of the tub and get more.

"We can't get out of the tub, we're topless," said Erica. "You guys might not be able to handle that."

"Well we're BOTTOMLESS," said Mike. "I KNOW ya'll can't handle that."

"Hey, we already gave you a show, I think it's your turn to give us a show," I said smiling. 

Jen whispered something to Erica and they agreed to get the drinks. We men were holding our breath at the thought of seeing the ladies get out of the tub topless. But right before they stood up, the girls splashed water in our faces and then jumped out, so the visual we got was disappointing. The girls threw on their silk shirt coverups, which got just wet enough to be a little see through.

"That show sucked!" I said. "We want our money back."

The girls laughed and went over to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of margaritas. They brought the drinks back over to the guys and narrowly avoided being dragged back into the tub.

"I tell you what we'll do," said Jen. "We'll put on a show for you that you will never forget. You guys get out of the tub and wait for us over there on the couch."

Four eyes got really big at the thought of that, as the girls retreated back to the bathroom. We jumped out of the tub, threw on robes and sat on the couch. After a few minutes, the girls re-emerged with the second set of outfits they had purchased at the lingerie store. They were right, this show was going to be unforgettable.

They were both dressed in animal print lingerie. Jen was wearing a leopard print bra and panty set, with matching black wrist bands. The bra was cut low and the panties were cut high, and there was a whole lot of very nice flesh in between. Erica had on a black and white zebra pattern bra and panty set, with black bow ties on the bra front and on either side of the panties. They were a vision in animal magnetism. They walked arm in arm, almost as if they needed the other's encouragement to be parading around in such sexy attire. They walked slow and sexy over to the couch, where we men were sitting in our robes in devoted attention. I reached over to my phone and pushed some buttons, turning on some smooth jazz music.

"Nice," said Mike. "Dance music."

The girls got the hint and started to do a slow, erotic dance in front of us, which eventually turned into a clingy, sexy dance with one another. They moved in close and then moved back, their hands and arms intertwining in a fluid embrace. Erica turned her back to Jen, and Jen moved one hand to her hip and the other to the side of her breast, and they pretended to do a slow grind for a while before changing positions so that Erica was the grinder.

The girls were obviously getting worked up. First, from the dance they were doing with one another, second because they were doing it in front of their husbands, and third because their husbands were clearly becoming aroused. Both of us had slipped a hand inside our open robe and were doing a poor job of hiding the fact that we were stroking our cocks.

The girls just smiled and winked and turned their attention back to each other. 

"We know what you like," Erica said.

As they grooved back and forth to the music, they came closer together, until their bodies were as close to touching without contact as physically possible, teasing us mercilessly. Then Erica leaned in and kissed Jen softly on the neck, and then Jen returned the favor. Then they started laughing and couldn't stop for a while. 

Eventually they collected themselves and walked hand in hand over to the big bed, where they sat down on the edge and looked back over at the men.

"Well, are you guys going to join us, or just watch us," said Jen.

I was ok with just watching for a while, and I'm sure Mike was too, but I knew the offer to watch was just a tease. What I didn't know was what was going on. How far was this going to go? Were they inviting us to a full-on nude foursome, were we going to swap, or, most likely, were we just going to have sex with our spouses on the same bed? If we attempted to instigate option number one or two, were we going to be slapped?

I could sense that Mike wasn't too sure either. We walked over to our respective spouses, and when we got close enough to the bed, they answered the question for us. Erica grabbed me and pulled me to one side of the bed, and Jen grabbed Mike and pulled him to the other.

Still the intimacy of one big bed was vastly greater than two separate beds. We quickly undressed and launched into a fairly torrid, passionate exhibition. To my surprise, Erica was pretty aggressively rolling around on the bed, as was Jen, and before long we were both in the middle, close enough to touch the other couple. When we got close together, we stayed that way. Erica was on top of me, and Mike was on top of Jen, and all four of us had given up pretending that weren't looking at each other. They were watching us fucking, and we were watching them, and it was incredibly hot. 

Each time we changed positions, we would brush up against the other couple, and occasionally there was the lingering touch that crossed the barriers. It felt like everyone in the bed was totally up for bringing the party together, but nobody had the nerve to make the final move, so instead we had this weird, but sexy intersection between us. I would've been fine with making it one big sex party, but I wouldn't want to take a chance on doing something Erica didn't want to do. As it was, it was the hottest, most sexually charged bed I'd ever been in, and I was still mentally catching up with that. Occasionally I would catch eyes with Jen or Mike, and there would be a slight smile, or a blush, it was almost like we all didn't want to think about what we were doing.

Meanwhile both couples were moving around quite a bit on the bed, changing positions and watching each other change positions. At one point I was fucking Erica doggy style while Jen was riding Mike, and Jen reached over and put her hand on Erica's lower back and stroked her lightly. That image was made even better by the fact that Jen eyes were focused on my cock plunging in and out of my wife. I had never thought about it before, but having someone watching you have sex was a real charge, especially when you were watching them have sex at the same time.

Eventually Mike and I ended up on our backs with the girls riding on top, sitting up so both of us could enjoy their bodies. After a while, Jen leaned over and whispered something in Erica's ear, which made her smile, and then they leaned together and started kissing. It was like watching live girl on girl porno while having sex. I could almost feel Mike's body tensing up with that, and I was right there with him. Both of us quickened the pace, as the girls began openly tonguing and moaning, deliberately, and successfully, pushing us well over the edge. As my orgasm started, my hand drifted over and found Jen's upper thigh, and I gave it a slight squeeze and a careful, measured stroke. Mike watched me do it and followed suit. 

To say that my orgasm was in my top ten orgasms of all time would have been an understatement by about nine orgasms. We all hit a wild, out of control stage of thrashing around at the same time and I didn't know where my hands ended up. 

Eventually the breathing slowed down, and everyone came down to earth together. Jen and Erica collapsed down on Mike and I, and we slid our hands back to our respective sides of the bed. We lay like that for a long time, close enough to feel the heat from our friends beside us. I thought about rolling us together to the other side of the bed, but I fell asleep before I ever got around to that, and slept like a rock.

I woke up first again, Erica was on my shoulder and Jen was on Mike's shoulder and we were right beside each other in the bed. Someone had managed to get a sheet partially over the top of the group, but I spent a little time admiring the curves of Jen's body before I punched Mike on the head to wake him up. I watched him slowly wake up and comprehend the scene, which led him into a silly grin.

"Coffee?" I whispered, and he nodded agreement.

We slipped out from under our naked wives, threw on some clothes and staggered down to the hotel restaurant, where we ordered a couple of pots of coffee and set into some hard drinking.

It was a good fifteen minutes before anyone really spoke.

"Wow," said Mike after the second cup.

"Yeah," I answered.

Two cups later we had worked our way up to longer sentences.

"I can't believe that happened last night," I said. "I mean, it was awesome and everything, but uh, dang man."

"Yeah. I mean, I thought for a minute there, that we were going to, uh, you know ...," stammered Mike.

"Have homosexual sex?" I grinned.

Mike threw a sugar pack at me. "Right man. You know what I mean, I thought we were going to swap or have a groupie."

I nodded, and we went silent for a moment. "Yeah. So, what do you think about that?"

"I don't know man," Mike said. "I mean, I would feel bad because Erica would never want to go back to you after that."

I smirked. "Right, I saw how Jen was checking me out, I think she might leave you and we'd be a threesome."

"Honestly, I was afraid they might leave both of us and become lesbians," Mike said. "They seemed to really be enjoying each other."

We went silent again, reflecting on the events of the previous very hot night.

"So I gotta ask you," I stammered slowly. "Would you be ok, with, uh, you know ..."

"Well, if the ‘you know’ you're talking about is the ‘you know’ I am thinking about, I don't really know," Mike said. "What do you think?"

"I think, I'd be ok with the YOU KNOW," I said.

Mike nodded. "If you're ok with it, then I'm ok too."

We both got some silly, goofy grins on our faces as we thought about the ‘you know’.

Mike chuckled. "Anyway, I think we'd be cool with it, but I doubt that THEY would be ok."

"I agree," I said. "I think they are going to wake up this morning and freak out about how crazy it got, figure out some way to make it our fault, and then we'll have to deal with them getting jealous and crazy and accusing us of wanting to be Vegas swingers."

"You're probably right, we should probably play down last night like nothing happened, maybe pretend like we forgot about it."

"Good plan," I said. "Next time we come to Vegas I'll bring Jen and Erica alone so this doesn't happen again."

Mike laughed. "You wish."

We got a couple of cups for the girls and a pot of coffee and went up to the room, carefully planning our comments to play down the events of the night before. It would be hard to pretend that we didn't want to go for a full swap, but we both agreed it would be best in the long run.

We had forgotten to bring a key, so we had to knock. We were expecting it to take a while to wake up the girls, but the door opened pretty quickly. There stood Jen, in a sexy black robe and her bathing suit, holding a bloody mary. Erica walked up behind her, also in her bathing suit.  We stood there staring for a moment before Jen spoke up.

"We've decided to institute a casual dress policy for the suite," said Jen, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the tray that I was holding as I tried to close my mouth. "Feel free to participate."

Mike looked at me and I looked at Mike, and we immediately dropped all the plans for playing down the night before. Instead, we high fived, immediately stripped down to our boxers, and poured ourselves a drink.

So the high roller suite had become a limited clothing zone for the final day of the trip. At first we guys were walking around with full on wood poking our boxers out, but after we got used to the idea of two half naked women walking around the room, we settled down to a consistent semi-aroused state. We voted unanimously to just stay in and have fun in the incredible suite all day. We had plenty of food, good company, and memories from the previous night that had all of us feeling pretty good.

We started the day with a swim in the tub, followed by a leisurely brunch on the balcony porch. It was fun and sexy walking around half naked, everything took on an extra edge. We had a lively game of half-naked billiards, which was pretty hilarious. The guys tried to talk the girls into playing strip pool, but the girls refused, and Mike and I caught a look that said we both were still in agreement that the girls were ok with things getting crazy, just not too crazy.

At some point someone thought it would be interesting to shoot pool blindfolded, which led to a game of team half naked blind billiards, which was exceptionally entertaining. The rules were that whoever's turn it was could look at the table, and then be blindfolded, and their partner could tell them where to go to line up the shot. This led to mostly hysterically bad shots, with an occasional lucky shot. At one point we switched teams, so that Jen was on my team and Erica was on Mike's team.

It was Erica's turn, and she was trying to line up a complicated shot based on Mike's instructions when I snuck up behind her and patted her lightly on the ass.

"Hey, who did that?" she laughed standing up.

"You mean you can't tell?" said Mike. "It was Jen."

This led to a spirited discussion about whether or not each of us, if blindfolded, could sense who touched them. Mike was convinced that he could tell, so we blindfolded him and stood him up in front of the pool table. The other three of us played rock paper scissors, and Jen lost. So she silently walked up to Mike and placed a flat hand on his chest.

Mike shook his head slowly. "Ok, this is harder than I expected," he said. "But I'm going to guess Erica."

Jen slapped her husband playfully on the stomach and took his blindfold off.

"For shame, couldn't even tell the touch of his own wife!" she said laughing.

Next it was Erica's turn. She donned the blindfold and this time, Mike lost, so it was his turn to do the touching. There was something really, really sexy about watching him walk over to my wife, who was wearing nothing buy a sexy bathing suit. He had free reign permission to put a hand on her body, and I was getting turned on at the thought of that. 

Mike took his time, savoring the opportunity to admire Erica's body up close while she was blindfolded. Finally, he reached out a hand across her waist, and put his hand flat against the side of her stomach.

She jumped a little at the touch and then she giggled. "I honestly have no idea," she said. "I'm going to guess Mike, because I can hear him breathing hard."

This made everybody laugh, and she took off the blindfold and high fived Mike.

On Jen's turn, Erica was the loser. She decided to play with our minds some, walking up to Jen and pretending that she was going to put her hands on Jen's breasts, which had both of us grinning and goading her on. But instead, she kneeled down in front of Jen and put her hands on Jen's thighs.

 

Jen knew immediately. "Erica!" she cried. "I know a woman's touch!"

 

So now, finally, it was my turn. I donned the blindfold and stood in front of the pool table, awaiting the touch. Of course, my fantasy would be Jen, coming over slowly, bringing her sexy body right up to mine and putting her hand on my stomach or thigh, or both. Maybe even my cock. I was glad I was blindfolded, it made me less self-conscious about sporting wood in my boxers. I heard some giggling as they did rock paper scissors, and then I heard someone coming slowly over. I visualized Jen, with her sexy body and full lips, slinking over to me. Then I felt the hand. On the top of my head.

"Dammit," I yelled. "How did I end up with Mike!"

 

I took the blindfold off and sure enough, there was Mike, hand still on my head and a goofy grin on his face. 

We had a good laugh at that, finished off a few more drinks and a few more blind half naked pool games, and then someone suggested with all take a steam bath in the steam room. Erica and I went in first and sat down, Mike and Jen were making fresh drinks so we were in there by ourselves for a minute. I thought it would be a good time to get an idea about how Erica felt about, well, you know.

 

To be continued

 
 

[rangeela]

"I am having a fantastic time," I said.

"Me too, this is the greatest vacation ever," she answered.

"Last night was pretty wild, being in the same bed and all," I said.

"Yea, I've never done anything like that before," she answered.

"So, you ok with all this, uh, well, you know..." I stuttered.

Erica blushed and smiled. "I don't know. I guess so. What about you?"

I was kind of surprised that she didn't say, yes, I'm having a great time with it, but don't even think about this going any further. Now she was putting ME on the spot, making ME get more specific about what "you know" meant, and whether I was in support of any "you know" activity.

I leaned over and kissed her neck. "I'm just happy that we have friends that we can have fun with, get crazy with, whatever, and know they will still be our best friends."

She looked me in the eyes. "So you're ok, then, with whatever?"

I found myself sweating in a steam room that had not even been turned on yet. Looking into her eyes, having to formulate the right response, was pretty heady pressure. "I'm ok if you're ok," I said, as steadily and firmly as I could muster.

Erica put a hand on my thigh and whispered into my ear. "Good. Because I am so fucking hot right now I might do about anything."

I felt the air fly out of my stomach and my heart stop beating. My normally staid, conservative wife, had suddenly pronounced to me in no certain terms that she was down for whatever. I immediately had flash visions in my head, of my wife kissing Mike. Sucking Mike's dick. Getting fucked hard by Mike.

Thankfully Mike and Jen opened the door of the steam room and came in at that moment, before I nearly came in my shorts. They had drinks for everyone, and we sat down across from each other. The steam room was pretty cozy, built for four max. We sat on tile benches across from each other, there was probably five feet of floor between us. The steam would periodically kick on, and when it did, Mike and Jen would nearly disappear in the mist.

As we sat laughing and joking in the hot mist of the steam room, my head was spinning with possibilities. Mike was open to the idea of couple swapping. Erica had seemingly made it clear to me that she was open to it. I looked at Jen's hot body and full lips, and I was fully in support. But if Jen wasn't into it, the issue was dead. I wish I had asked Erica if she knew what Jen was thinking, but now it was too late.

It was warm and comfortable, and the drinks were going down fast. I volunteered to get the next round, and headed out into the cool air, leaving the other three behind in the steam. When I walked out I noticed there was control panel for mood music in the steam room, and I programmed in some smooth jazz music. 

When I got back with drinks, the discussion had turned to whether or not the steam room was large enough to dance in. I wasn't sure how that conversation had come up, I guess because I had started the music, but it didn't take long before I had Erica up and in my arms, and Mike had Jen up in his arms, and we were sweaty slow dancing in the tight space on the floor of the steam room. At some point, both of the guys swung our ladies out in an exaggerated spin out, and they nearly tripped over each other and had to let go of us. I caught Jen and Mike caught Erica.

"Maybe it's time to switch dance partners," said Jen.

The idea hung in the air for a brief, fleeting moment, and then, it happened. Jen slid over to my side of the steam room, and Erica slid over to Mike's side. Jen's sweaty body slipped up against mine and it felt like the most natural thing in the world to be slow dancing in a steam room with my best friend's wife, me in boxers and she in a bikini. I wasn't holding Jen too close, in part because my dick was so hard I might poke a hole in her. 

As wonderful as it felt to have Jen in my arms, the most erotic thing was seeing my best friend, also dressed in just boxers, with his arms wrapped tightly around my sweaty, sexy wife, in a bikini. Her head was on his shoulder, and she looked a little nervous, but excited to be there, and when I caught her eye she smiled and blushed.

The music changed to something faster, and we both stepped back from our embrace. Instead of moving back to our partners, I stayed with Jen and Mike stayed with Erica, and we eased back to opposite sides of the steam room. Now I was sitting beside Jen, our bodies close and in the warmth of the steam room, and through the steamy haze I could just barely see Erica and Mike sitting close to one another. He was whispering in her ear, and it looked like she had her hand on his thigh. 

I looked over at Jen, and she was looking at Mike and Erica too. It was hard to read what she was thinking, she had a slight smile on her face, it could have been a smile saying "that looks so hot to see my husband with my best friend," or "I'm gonna rip that bitch's throat out for sitting that close to my husband."

About that time she looked at me and said "they look comfy," and the way she said it answered the final piece of the puzzle for me. Everybody was into it. 

I nodded to her and slid my arm around her. "We look comfy too," I grinned.

She smiled back and put her hand on my thigh, and as I looked at her full, sexy lips, I thought I might pass out just thinking about kissing her. Somebody had to be first, I thought. I leaned over slowly, steadily, until my lips found hers. I was soft and friendly at first, to give her a chance to say no, but she didn't. Her lips felt ten times better than I imagined, elegantly soft, and when our warm tongues met it was beyond electric. I lost track of time as we continued to kiss, but at some point we stopped and looked across the haze in the steam room and saw that Mike and Erica were also passionately kissing. We both watched them, mesmerized. It was amazing watching them kiss, my friend and my wife, and I could sense that Jen was as aroused as I was.

The steam stopped and the air cleared, and they stopped and looked at us, and Erica got an odd look on her face, like she had been caught doing something wrong. She blushed a bit a pulled away. I wanted to tell her it was ok but I wasn't sure how to say that.

She spoke before I could figure it out. "It's getting really hot in here," she said. "I think I'm going to cool off in the tub."

Just like that, the moment was gone. Erica got up to walk out, and of course I followed her. Mike and Jen stayed behind. We walked over to the tub and climbed in, the water was warm but it was almost shockingly cool on our sweaty skin. We swam over to one side of the pool and leaned against the edge.

"Are you ok?" I asked. As much as I wanted to have sex with Jen and watch Erica have sex with Mike, I didn't want to do anything that would freak her out or upset her. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just when I looked up and found you guys looking at us that I felt like we were doing something wrong."

I smiled. "It wasn't wrong. It was incredibly hot. I was so aroused watching you two together I was stupefied."

"So you really want to do this," she said carefully.

"I do, but only if you do."

Just then Mike and Jen came walking up and eased carefully into the tub on the other side, swimming over to us slowly.

"Wow, this water feels freezing," Mike said. 

"Don't worry, it'll warm up," said Erica, and she smiled at me when she said it.

Mike and Jen came over to where we were and sat opposite us. The tub had an underwater ledge that we were all sitting on, and we were facing each other, about ten feet apart. We all relaxed for a while, chatting, joking and flirting. I had just brought a fresh round of drinks back to the tub and felt it was appropriate to make a toast. We all held our glasses out.

"To the best friends I could ever imagine, and to the best vacation I could ever imagine, and oh, by the way, thank heavens that what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," I said.

Everyone cheered at that idea, and we clinked glasses and drank up. 

"If what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, I vote we should stay in Vegas!" said Mike, and everyone raised a glass and cheered that idea as well.

"I want to take a company poll," I said. "Who else thought it was really hot to watch your spouse dancing with your friend?"

Everyone looked at each other cautiously, then slowly but surely raised their hand.

"Who else enjoyed it when we switched places and started making out?"

Again, everyone raised their hand in approval.

"Who else would like to switch places again for a while?" I said.

Mike's hand shot up fast, and the girls followed suit, slowly but steadily.

"So are you saying that you want to come over here and sit beside Mike?" Jen asked me, grinning.

Everyone laughed at that, easing the tension of the moment. "No, that is not what I meant."

Erica looked at me and we kissed softly and Mike and Jen did the same. Then, in a moment that will be etched in my mind forever, the girls stood up and walked towards each other, midway between Mike and I. They embraced in the center, and Jen leaned in and whispered something in Erica's ear that made her smile. Then they rotated around each other, and Jean came over to my side of the pool and Erica went to Mike's.

This time, there was no delay, no doubt, no reservation. Jen straddled me and we immediately began to hungrily make out, our hands all over each other. Looking over Jen's shoulder I could see a similar scene on the other side, with Erica sitting on Mike's lap. Her arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and his hands caressed her ass and legs.

My attention was quickly changed back to Jen, she had slid forward into me where her crotch was pressed up against my cock, separated only by wet boxers and her bathing suit. As we kissed, she began to move her hips ever so slightly, grinding up and down on my cock. I could sense that it was really turning her on, she had to stop kissing for a moment to take a breath, and when she did she sat up higher and pressed her chest forward, which was all the encouragement I needed to lean forward and kiss her chest. I kissed from side to side on her chest, coming close to her bathing suit, but I was still reluctant to be too bold. Her breasts just looked too delectable to avoid though, and soon I was moving my mouth further over the bathing suit. She had such soft, shapely breasts, a lot bigger than Erica, and my mouth was watering as I came closer and closer to the nipples. Finally I couldn't wait any longer, taking her right nipple lovingly into my mouth and kissing and sucking it hard through the wet suit, then moving over the left nipple and doing the same. I could easily feel her nipples stiffening under my tongue, and her soft moans and hands rubbing the back of my head told me she was enjoying it as much as me.

I glanced over to the other side of the tub to see how Erica and Mike were doing, and I was surprised to see they were moving a bit faster than we were. Mike was out of the tub, sitting on the side, and Erica was kneeling in the tub with her face in his lap. He still had his boxers on, but it was clear by the look on his face that my wife's mouth was all over his crotch.

This looked too good to not be doing myself, so I slid up out of the tub and sat on the side. Jen looked back and saw our spouses behind her and realized where this was going and set right in. Her full, luscious lips started at my stomach and worked their way down close to my cock, then she teasingly went down and went to work on the tops of my thighs. About the time I couldn't stand it any longer, she looked up at me and smiled, licked her lips, and then moved her mouth over my boxers and began kissing my cock through the thin, wet material. 

I made some kind of sound, not even sure what it was, but it was enough to catch Erica's attention, she turned slightly to see what we were up to. Oddly enough, it was even more of a turn on to have her watching, and she seemed to realize it. She moved over to one side of Mike and gave me a devilish grin, before she moved her hands over and deftly pulled Mike's boxers down. His cock sprang lose, rock hard and impressive, and she took him gently into her hand. Seeing her delicate fingers wrapped around his rock hard cock froze my brain. She kept her eyes on mine, and moved her face down slowly until her lips were just above his cock, then she eased down and kissed the top of MIke's cock, once, twice, three times. Then, she licked it, as it tasting it. Then she opened her mouth and slipped Mike's cock deep into her mouth. I nearly passed out just watching it.

I was so mesmerized watching my wife giving my friend a blowjob that I lost track of Jen, when I looked down I realized that she was watching them too. She looked back up at me with those big lips and she began sliding my boxers down, and I knew that one of my longtime fantasies was about to come true. Those luscious lips were about to suck my cock. I could hardly breathe or move or think as I watched her move her head down over my cock, and then slowly, gradually, she took the tip of my cock into her mouth, where she teased it with her tongue and lips, and then she took it in further and teased it some more, and then she engulfed it with a long, low humming moan.

 

So now I'm sitting on the side of the tub, my best friend's wife giving me a blowjob that was much better than my greatest fantasy about it, while I was watching my wife passionately give my best friend a blow job that seemed to be blowing his mind as well.

 

I pride myself on my ability to control myself, but this was way too much for me. I fought it as long as I could because I didn't want it to end, but I lost that battle. Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock were just too much. As my orgasm was building I looked across the tub and saw that Mike was already coming, spewing onto my wife's face and chest. That did it for me, and I unloaded what had to be an incredible load into Jen's mouth.

 

Both Mike and I sank back into the warm tub, our cocks still easing down from being hard for the last few hours. The girls broke away from us and met in the middle between us, shared a giggling hug and went off for a swim together. Mike and I looked at each other and made the universal facial expression for "Holy cow that was the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me in my life." We sat there in the tub, reveling in our post-orgasm bliss, watching our beautiful wives swimming around in the tub, occasionally tangling up together to deliberately torment us with more girl on girl teasing. They even kissed a few times. 

When you are in the high roller suite of a Vegas hotel, soaking in a hot tub big enough to be a small swimming pool, you're watching your hot wife and her hot friend frolicking around in front of you after your friend's wife gave you a blow job and your mind is racing thinking about what might happen next, it doesn't take long before your cock gets hard again. Erica swam over and climbed in my lap briefly, and I kissed the lips that just moments before had been hosting my friend's cock. Then she casually swam over to Mike's side and curled up beside him. Then Jen came over to me. She reached underwater and slid her hand around my cock smiling when she realized I was already hard.

"I vote that we move this party over to the bed," said Mike, looking hungrily at my wife. 

Jen seconded the motion before I had the chance, and the girls voted yes as well. At just about the same time, Mike picked Erica up into her arms and I picked Jen up and we carried them over to the bed. The girls stood facing each other while we dried them off. They were just a few feet apart, while the men stood behind them and lovingly dried them off from head to toe. They both looked so sexy in their bathing suits, but I was aching to see them both naked. I was standing behind Jen, and I reached my arms around her and put one arm around her waist and one arm around her chest. I moved close so my cock was pressing up against her ass, and I began to slowly caress her body with my hands, as I watched Mike doing the same. We reached back at about the same time and popped the clasp on the back of the bathing suit top, letting it slide away. I felt Jen gasp and saw Erica swoon as our hands began caressing their naked breasts. It was incredible watching Mike's hands on my wife's breasts, and watching her face as she enjoyed it.

It wasn't long before we guys finished the job and had the girls naked. As I caressed Jen's body with my hands from behind, I slipped my hard cock between her legs so that the top of my cock was rubbing against her clit. Mike did the same, and I was once again amazed at how erotic it was to watch my wife enjoying another man. I watched his cock sliding out between her legs, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her breast. Her face was contorted in pleasure. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Mike crouched down so his cock was at the right angle, and he slowly moved it up towards Erica's pussy. I watched, mesmerized, as he moved his cock upward, inch by inch, going further and further into her, as her mouth opened and her eyes closed and she moaned in utter satisfaction. It was the perfect way to watch my friend cross the final frontier. I was watching my friend lovingly fuck my wife, and it was incredible. I returned the favor, sliding my cock into Jen just as slowly and making sure Mike and Erica got the full show. She was warm and wet and completely inviting, and my cock was so hard that when I reached the hilt I nearly lifted her off the ground. 

 

We stood there, slowly fucking each other's partner right in front of them. It was amazing to be fucking Jen while watching my wife's face. She had a look of fiery arousal, combined with erotic fascination. Mike had the same look, and I expect Jen and I did too. Gradually, I pushed Jen forward until she and Erica were within reach of each other. They grabbed each other’s breasts. Their lips met and they began to kiss passionately. This was too good to be true.

 

I was dying to taste Jen, so after a while I pulled out out and eased her onto the bed. I kissed my way down her body, starting with her full, beautiful breasts and then working down over her torso. When my mouth found her hot pussy she gasped loudly and grabbed my head, pulling my tongue into her. Meanwhile Mike had Erica sitting on the side of the bed, and he was tongue fucking her in a way that had her in a state. She had wrapped her legs around his head and was writhing in satisfaction.

My cock was aching to get back inside Jen, so we moved up onto the bed and got down to business. As hot as it was to watch my wife being fucked, Jen had taken my attention away. She had such a great body and was so passionate that for a while I forgot that Mike and Erica were in the bed with us. When I did look over, I saw Erica on all fours with Mike sitting up behind her, fucking her doggy style. He was moving very slowly, sliding his cock almost all the way out, then slowly, almost imperceptivly, sliding it back in. I could see her face which exuded ecstasy every time Mike was all the way inside her. 

Jen and I moved into the same position right beside them, and I started to follow the same slow, rhythmic fucking motions. At some point I looked over at Mike, and we both shook our heads in a way that said that this was either the best dream ever or we were the luckiest men on earth. 

Both of us began to gradually quicken our pace, until we reached a point where we were practically out of control pumping our cocks in and out as deep and as fast as we could. I don't know how the girls didn't fall over. I felt like my orgasm was going to give me a heart attack, and it felt like it lasted for ever. When my vision returned, I found mysef collapsed over Jen. We lay there languidly and watched Mike pumping away furiously into Erica for a few more minutes before he exploded in an epic orgasm. Honestly, watching my wife being fucked was so hot that I didn't want it to end.

 

They collapsed as we had done and it was all one big pile in the middle of the bed, and we lay quietly for a long, long time until sleep overtook us.

 

To be continued

[rangeela]

I woke up with my best friend's wife Jen laying naked on top of me. Beside me on the bed, close enough to touch, was my wife Erica, laying on top of my best friend Mike. It took me a moment to realize how that had happened, but when the memories came back they were all good. 

We were in Vegas, on a long weekend vacation. Over the course of the last four days, we had gone from being in the same room together, with separate beds, to being together on the same bed, to switching partners in the steam room and hot tub pool in the luxury high roller room. Pretty much the total opposite of what I had expected on a long weekend in Vegas.

Jen felt soft, warm and dead asleep in my arms, and Erica and Mike were out as well. Mike had some semi-morning wood going on, and Erica's hand was inches away from being in contact. I briefly had a fantasy of watching her hand slide around his cock and stroke him to a full erection, which led me to start an erection of my own.

I heard my phone buzz and realized I had gotten a text, so I leaned over without waking Jen up and checked it. The airline had sent a notice, our flight had been cancelled and the next available was not until tomorrow.

Being that it was the first bad news I'd had in several days, and the fact that I had a beautiful, sexy woman on top of me, it really didn't bother me at all. In fact, I immediately began thinking about what might happen if we stayed another night. I reached over and popped Mike on the head to wake him up.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing with my wife," I whispered.

He looked at me, then looked at Erica, in a brief moment of half asleep panic, before he sheepishly realized I was kidding. After all, his wife was laying naked on me.

"Let's get coffee," I whispered. 

We slithered out from under the girls, who somehow didn't wake up, and headed down in the elevator. We were halfway down when we caught each other eyes.

"Man, I can't believe that happened," Mike said. "Did that really happen?"

"It did," I said. "This is a crazy thing to say, but I want you to know that I am totally ok that you fucked my wife last night."

Mike laughed. "Right, and I'm ok with you banging my wife, though I never thought I'd hear myself say that."

I told him about our flight being cancelled and we grabbed a cup of coffee and went to the front desk. We got lucky and our favorite manager was there, he checked on our room and as fate would have it, they had had a last minute cancellation, and he said we could stay one more night.

After we spent the next 20 minutes nominating him for the man of the year award, we headed back up to tell the girls. 

We had forgotten our key again, so we had to knock, and in a surprisingly short time the door swung open. There was Jen, bloody mary in hand and a big smile on her face. She was wearing an open silk robe, and, well, nothing else.

We were staring at her in utter disbelief when Erica walked by, completely naked. 

"We've decided to institute a full nude policy for the suite," said Jen, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the tray that I was holding. "Feel free to participate."

Mike looked at me and I looked at Mike, and we immediately dropped threw off all our clothes, poured ourselves a drink and told the ladies we would be staying there another night. 

What we didn't know was that while we were getting coffee, Erica and Jen had woken up naked in each other's arms. They got to talking about last night and they both decided that they were ok with everything that had happened... and kinda curious, and excited, about what might be next. They promised each other that whatever they did wouldn't change their friendship. Then they sealed the deal with some warm wet kisses that was just starting to get out of hand when we had come knocking on the door.

So the high roller suite had become a nudist colony for the bonus day. At first Mike and I were walking around with full on wood, but after we got used to the idea of two beautiful naked women walking around the room, we settled down to a consistent semi-aroused state. We spent the first hour enjoying the feeling of being nude amongst friends, without staring, but before long we were all acting pretty normal. We voted unanimously to just stay in and have fun again in the incredible suite all day. We took a sexy, playful shower together for starters, which created a debate over how often the six person shower with eight shower heads had been used by more than two people at a time. We had mostly moved back to our respective spouses, but occasionally Jen would end up bumping into me in the shower and Mike had his share of interaction with Erica. At one point Mike and I stood facing each other in the shower while the girls soaped us down, spending an excessive, but appreciated amount of time carefully cleaning our cocks.

We had breakfast and then lounged outside on the balcony porch for a while. It was great being naked and free, and it was also great to be in such a playful, sexually charged setting. The girls were being overtly touchy and feely with both men, as well as each other.

The morning flew by into the afternoon. We had plenty of food from the stocked kitchen and the drinks flowed freely as well. Jen made the suggestion that we play some more pool. The room had a billiards table, a hot tub the size of a pool, and a steam room.

"What are we competing for," said Erica. "It's not like we can play strip pool, we're already naked."

"How bout if we play a round, each player has three balls to sink," I said "The first to sink all three is the winner, the last is the loser, and the winner gets to make the loser do something."

"Hmm," said Jen. "Sounds interesting. Risky. Dangerous. Count me in!"

Thus began what became known as the Vegas International Nude Billiards competition. As it turns out, the competition was not as risky and dangerous for Jen, who was quite the pool shark. Plus the men were having a little trouble lining up shots with our cock and balls hanging loose and naked women distractions.

So Jen easily won the first battle while I lost. She was trying to figure out what to make me do when her eyes came across one of the blindfold we had been playing with the day before.

"Ok, Dan you will be blindfolded, and then you will be kissed by either me or Erica, and you have to guess who it is," she said.

"Well that doesn't sound to bad," I said, as I tied the sash around my eyes and sat back on the couch."

"Yeah, I want to lose next time," said Mike.

I put on the blindfold and stood by the pool table waiting to be kissed. I knew immediately that the full, soft lips that touched mine were Jen's.

"I believe that would have to be Jen," I said.

"Oh, how did you know?" Erica asked.

"Because Erica never gives tongue on the first kiss," I grinned.

Jen also won the second round, and this time Erica lost. Jen had enjoyed the blindfold idea and came back to it.

"Ok, this time you will be blindfolded and you have to guess who... kisses your chest," she said grinning. "And remember, it could be any of the three of us."

"Hmm," she said, looking somewhat nervously at me. Being kissed "on the chest" was a pretty opened ended challenge. "Sounds...interesting."

She put on the blindfold and sat back on the couch. Jen walked over to her husband Mike smiling and whispered in his ear. "Enjoy," she said.

Mike was a little surprised, he had expected she would have me do it, or maybe even do it herself. He looked over at me, but I was grinning and nodding. I was also rock hard at the very thought of Mike kissing my wife's chest.

As Mike moved slowly into position, Jen moved over close to me, standing just in front of me. Mike leaned down and softly, gently kissed Erica's chest, starting close to the neck and working his way down to just above her breasts, but he stopped short of her nipples. He didn't want to be the one who pushed things too far, too fast. Erica's head moved to the side and she stifled a moan. My mouth was watering as I watched the scene in front of me, and then I felt Jen's hand slip behind her and lightly touch my upper thigh with the tips of her fingers, moving slowly up and down a few times, coming achingly close to my hard cock. 

"So who do you think it is?" Jen asked.

"Um... Dan?" she answered.

"Errnt," said Jen. "It was my Mike!"

Erica took off her blindfold and saw Mike standing over her. "Well done, then," she grinned.

They played another round, and Jen won once again. Mike was the loser, so Jen would be making a demand of her own husband this time.

"Ok, this time you wear the blindfold and either me or Erica will give you a stomach massage, and you have to guess who," she said.

Mike had the blindfold on before she was finished with the command. "I knew there was a reason I lost," he grinned, sitting back on the couch.

Once again, it was a very opened ended opportunity. It wasn't hard to imagine a stomach massage morphing into something else.

Jen nodded to Erica, indicating it was up to her to decide how far to take it. Erica went over and sat beside Mike on the couch. She dragged her fingernails lightly across Mike's stomach and chest, going back and forth and up and down. She let her fingers drift further and further south, until they were coming tantalizing close to his cock. She looked at me, I was practically coming out of my skin watching her hand coming so close to my friend's cock. I wanted her to touch it and stroke it and fondle it, but she was being coy and teasing.

Meanwhile, Jen had moved back in front of me, even closer this time, and while Erica was focused on Mike and Mike was blindfolded, she moved both of her hands behind her and let her fingers drift up and down on either side of my cock, which was straining to be touched. I felt like I might have an orgasm without being touched, but then Mike spoke up.

"This has got to be Erica," he said.

"Why do you say that?" said Jen.

"Because Jen would've stroked my cock by now," he laughed. "This is torture."

"You got me," said Erica. She stood up, but let her hand remain on Mike's lower stomach. "Maybe next time," she said, grinning at her husband.

In the next round, everyone teamed up on Jen to keep her from winning again, and the plan worked, she was the loser and Erica won.

"Ok, we need to come up with something hard," Erica said, holding her pool cue and looking thoughtful. "How about, you wear the blindfold this time, and you touch both the men and you have to guess which is Dan and which is Mike."

Mike and I looked at each other and grinned big. This sounded pretty hot.

Jen put on the blindfold and the we came up to stand on either side of her. She turned to the left, where Mike was standing and she put her hands on his chest, let them drift down over his stomach, then drift around and over his ass, then down his thighs, and slowly back up again. She came close, but never touched his cock. Then she turned to the right, where I was, and did the same. I didn't mind one bit that she was very careful and took her time. Having her hands all over my body was only half the thrill, it was also great being able to ogle her awesome body from close up while she was blindfolded.

Unfortunately for Jen, Mike and I had very similar builds and bodies.

"This is really, really hard," said Jen.

"You have no idea HOW hard you're making it," laughed Erica.

"Oh really," laughed Jen, still blindfolded. "Are you saying the men are hard?"

"Um, yes they are," Erica said.

"I wonder if I could tell the difference by feeling their cocks?" Jen said. "What do you think, Erica?"

Mike and I stopped breathing at the thought. Things were once again ramping up to a new level. Jen was essentially asking Erica if it was ok for her to touch my cock. The men looked over at Erica, who had an odd smile on her face that was hard to read. All it would take would be one person to say no and the party was going to be over. Right now it was up to Erica. 

Erica took a deep breath and licked her lips. "I think you should check those cocks out," she said.

We all let out a collective sigh. Jen got down on her knees between us, still blindfolded, to where her face was level with our cocks. We were standing less than a foot apart on either side of her. She looked to the left and then to the right, and then she moved her hands slowly up until she found the two hard cocks flanking her face. Both of us gasped at the contact, and we moaned when she stroked one, then the other, feeling them both carefully as she made her assessment. 

"Hmm, I'm still not sure," she said.

"Take your time," I blurted out.

"Aha," she declared. "This one is Dan." She grabbed my cock and stroked it a few more times. Then she identified Mike on the left and stroked his cock a few times. Then she took her blindfold off and stroked both of us a few more times, smiling and admiring them visually this time.

"I'm not sure I would have been able to guess," Jen said. "They both felt pretty awesome."

After Jen's cock stroking show, the room had taken on a different feel. It was out in the open now, that everyone was game for a higher level of play. Mike looked at Jen, and I looked at Erica, and everyone was smiling, and wondering what was going to happen next. 

What happened next was that Jen won, again, and Erica lost. The room went silent as they awaited Jen's instruction. "Ok, Erica will wear the blindfold and lie on her back on the couch. One of you will pleasure her above the waist, and one of you will pleasure her below the waist, and she will have to guess which is which."

Erica quickly blushed at the idea. The idea of both men at once was both tawdry and exciting. But she dutifully took her position on the couch and put on the blindfold. Mike and I quickly played a game of rock paper scissors, which Mike won, and he opted for the lower half. He got down between her legs as I began kissing her neck and working my way down to her breasts. My eyes never left Mike, as I watched him slowly kissing my wife's thighs, then her stomach, moving ever closer to her groin. When Mike finally zeroed in on the promised land, I could feel her skin heat up under my lips. My own head was spinning, as I watched my friend's tongue plunging into my wife's pussy. I wrapped my mouth around her nipple and sucked hard as I watched her arching her back from the pleasure of Mike's tongue thrashing.

"I don't know who's who, but I don't want this to stop," whispered Erica. 

Jen was watching the scene from a distance, but she couldn't stay away. She slid down between my legs and before I knew what was happening, she had slid my cock into her warm mouth. Now I was enjoying the sensation of sucking on my wife's tits, while watching her being pleasure by my friend, while having my cock sucked by my friend's wife. I reached up and took off Erica's blindfold, and she smiled when she saw her friend sucking her husband's cock. Mike was enjoying that vision as well. All four of us were well beyond the point of no return. We had gone from soft swap to full swap to all out, no holds barred, group sex.

As if we were all sharing the same mind, the men picked the women up into their arms and carried them over to the bed...I picked up Jen, and Mike picked up Erica. We lay them down on the bed together and the party of four launched into full group sex. We started in 69, enjoying the feel and taste of someone new, and then that gradually morphed into a square pile of everyone going down on each other simultaneously. Then I was fucking Jen doggy style while Jen and Erica sucked on Mike's cock together, then we traded positions, and I was treated to the amazing vision of Erica being fucked by my friend while she and Jen took turns sucking my cock.

Everyone was amazingly relaxed and at ease, it seemed like it all just fell into place as we moved around on the bed. There were times when the foursome would turn into a threesome while one person just sat back and enjoyed the show. I almost enjoyed watching as much as participating, it was amazing.

At one point, Mike was fucking Erica doggy style and I was fucking Jen on her back, and the two women got lined up and started kissing again, which they knew the guys would love. Then they worked their way further together, until they were kissing each other's breasts, then they slid further together, and then they were going down on each other at the same time that Mike and I were plunging our cocks in and out. Periodically the girls would engulf the cock in front of them, sucking on it for a while before guiding it back into their friend's pussy.

As much as the men wanted to cum, they fought the urge and kept it going as long as they could, it was just too much fun to stop. None of the four had ever had sex with more than one person at a time, so figuring out positions was like on the job training. As in, on the job training for the best job ever.

Maybe the best thing was that after having intense sex everyday for the past four days, the men were in complete control of themselves. I for one did not want to orgasm, having sex like this was just way too much fun. After a while we moved over to the tub again. We got into a comfortable rhythm of having sex, taking a break, and then having more sex. I fucked Erica for a while in the tub, while Mike and Jen watched. Occasionally they would come over, and both of them would suck on her breasts while I was fucking her. Then we would take a break a swim around for a while, enjoy a snack, and then suddenly I looked up and Jen and Erica were both sucking Mike's cock. Then we hit a stage where the girls were getting really flirty with each other, and the guys were egging them on, and next thing we knew Jen had Erica down at the side of the pool and was going down on her, ravishing her pussy as Mike and I watched with our hands on our cocks. When they change places, I got the chance to see Erica going down on Jen, something I thought I'd never see.

Imagine every position, every combination, every kind of possible sex and fucking you can think of, and then double it, that's pretty much what happened over the course of that last day. We fucked each other all day and into the night, I don't know how many times I came, but each time I did I was ready for more in no time. When our bodies finally wore out we were all lay together on the spacious bed, arms and legs all tangled up in a warm pile of flesh. 

"I think its important that this story all stay in Vegas," Erica said.

"Maybe so," said Jen, lazily moving over and kissing Erica softly on the lips. "But I vote that we get together this weekend and do it all again."

I needn't tell you what the vote was.

 

THE END

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