Group Sex Two King-size Beds

[rangeela]

All credit to Sanomiya

Sometimes there are moments in life that have the potential to radically alter the course of your marriage. For my wife Lara and I, that moment happened on the first night of a vacation in Aruba.

We'd been married for 11 years and it was the first time we'd left the kids for more than a night. We were with our friends, Bryan and Stephanie, who were basically carbon copies of us. Like us, they'd been married for over a decade and had two kids. Like us, they were both professionals who had met in grad school. Like us, they worked too hard and hadn't had a real vacation away from their kids since they'd been born. Like us, they'd been looking forward to this vacation for a long time.

Lara and I had a good, though not particularly adventurous sex life. We kept ourselves in pretty good shape, and Lara, now 37, didn't look a day older that she had when we married. She was beautiful, with long curly brown hair and a lean, athletic body. She was about 5'6'' with olive skin and a strikingly pretty face. She was the kind of person who would wear yoga pants every day if she could, and no one would mind. We had sex pretty often for a couple that had been together as long as we had, usually 2-3 times a week, but it had gotten somewhat stale and predictable. Lara was certainly a willing lover -- she rarely turned me down -- and she enjoyed sex, especially once I'd warmed her up. But even after 13+ years of sex with me, she was pretty reserved in bed. She rarely took the initiative and was content to follow my lead, do what I wanted. For example, she liked using a vibrator, but always waited for me to suggest it (and would never have suggested purchasing one in the first place; I had to buy it for her). And she never, ever said anything dirty in bed. When she was really into it, she'd say things like "deeper" or "faster" but never anything like "fuck" or "cock" or "pussy." I never really understood where this shyness came from because she wasn't otherwise a shy person. She was outgoing, funny, very personable, the kind of person who lit up a room and everyone enjoyed being around.

Stephanie was like her in many ways, which is why they were such good friends. They were both over-achievers and good little Jewish girls who talked to their moms five times a day. Stephanie too was very pretty, very friendly, very intelligent, and very hard for me to picture having sex (though I'd certainly tried). She was a petite girl, just over five feet tall, but slender and well proportioned. She had long, straight brown hair and a girlish voice. And like Lara, I'd never heard her utter a curse word and was skeptical she ever did, even in private. Unlike my wife, who was very outgoing and had a wacky sense of humor, Stephanie had an almost Stepford-wife quality; she was nice, pleasant to be around, but tightly wound. I never got the sense that I knew the "real" her.

Bryan and I weren't nearly as close as Lara and Stephanie, but we got along fine. We talked sports and drank beer and talked shop (we had similar jobs). We were pretty similar people personality-wise, but quite different physically. Bryan was a much bigger guy. He was at least 6'4'' and pretty solid. He had dark hair, a square jaw, and very deep voice. I was a shade under 6'0,'' but slender, no more than 160 pounds soaking wet. I had brown hair, with a bit of gray mixed in, but very little of it. Not that I was balding or anything, I just wore my hair very short, almost buzzed. I looked a bit like Justin Timberlake (not to flatter myself).

We were headed to Aruba for a four night stay at a nice resort (I'll leave out the name to avoid any unwanted publicity). It was an adults only resort that Stephanie's brother had raved about. When we got there, it was early afternoon and we were all still energized by the knowledge that we had four days of no parental or work responsibilities ahead of. It was a feeling none of us had experienced for the better part of a decade, and it was liberating and intoxicating at the same time. Then came the first hiccup.

When we went to check in, the person behind the desk immediately went to get a supervisor, never a good sign. A man in his 50s, with dark skin and a plump round face, came out with a look of abject apology. His name was Arlo, and he explained that there had been a fire that morning and it had caused significant damage to one wing of the resort, rendering eight guest rooms uninhabitable, including both of the rooms that had been slotted for us. He said that there was only one unoccupied room left in the entire resort. He said that they had been trying all afternoon to reserve alternative accommodations for us at another resort, but had so far been unsuccessful. He offered to move a second bed into the open room so that we would all have a place to stay in case he wasn't able to find something for us that night. He seemed optimistic that this would, at worst, be a one night thing, that something else would open up by tomorrow. He apologized profusely and offered to cover all of our food and drinks for the night, which we gladly accepted.

To his obvious relief, we all took the news pretty well. I think we were just so happy to be away that we would have taken most anything in stride. When we got to the room, it was obvious that it wasn't built to hold two king beds. The beds were practically touching and there was very little open space remaining in the main part of the room. But the room was otherwise very nice, and opened right out onto the beach.

Before long, we had all changed into our bathing suits and were sitting on the beach sipping free drinks and laughing about our predicament. There's really no better feeling than that buzz you get from the first drink of the afternoon, particularly when you're drinking outside in nice weather. I was feeling good, and I couldn't help but stare at Lara and Stephanie. The sight of a beautiful, slender girl in a bikini is pretty intoxicating in and of itself, particularly when you've just endured a brutally long winter (it had been snowing when we drove to the airport that morning). Both Lara and Stephanie looked fabulous. Lara had on a black two piece. It didn't show any real cleavage but the contrast against her olive skin was certainly pleasing to the eye. I couldn't help but notice Bryan giving her several once-overs. And I didn't blame him because I'd certainly glanced at Stephanie more than a few times already. Her suit was less modest than I had expected, showing a good deal of cleavage. She certainly had Lara beat when it came to breast size, sporting surprisingly large tits for such a petite girl. But Lara made up for it in the leg department. I'm really not sure anyone could have better legs than my wife.

We continued to drink through dinner and into the evening, when we eventually retired to our shared room. It was at that point that the awkwardness of the situation began to be apparent. I couldn't remember the last time I had shared a bedroom with anyone other than my wife, and I'm sure everyone else was thinking the same thing. Bryan apologized ahead of time for any snoring. The lack of privacy really started to sink in too, as we competed for bathroom space to change into our respective sleep clothes, brush our teeth, and do all our typical night time rituals. Bryan and I got ready pretty quickly and then sat on our respective king beds, watching TV as we waited for the girls. We were both in boxers and t-shirts.

I didn't know what Bryan was thinking, but if he was like me, he was trying to come to grips with the fact that he'd have to wait another day to get any sexual release. In order to make things more fun on the vacation, Lara and I had deliberately avoided sex for the last two weeks, which was a really long time by our standards. And even more unprecedented, I hadn't masturbated during that time either. So I was a bundle of pent up sexual energy, and an afternoon and evening of staring at beautiful women in bikinis had only added fuel to the fire.

When Stephanie came out of the bathroom, she was wearing a blue tank top and short pajama shorts. What caught my attention immediately, though, was the fact that she was not wearing a bra. Not that I would have expected her to wear a bra to bed, but without it, the outlines of her breasts and nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton. I could feel my cock stirring and had to cover my lower half beneath the sheets to avoid potential embarrassment.

Lara came out a few minutes later, dressed similarly to Stephanie in a tank top (yellow in her case) and short pajama shorts. Having smaller breasts and a thicker shirt, though, Lara didn't look quite as exposed as Stephanie. I wasn't sure if I was happy about that or not.

After a little more chit chat, we turned off the TV and the lights and curled into bed. The night air was a comfortable temperature, so we had opened the screened windows and turned off the AC. The sound of the ocean outside was persistent and soothing. But it did little to calm my now raging erection.

Lara had curled onto her right side, facing Bryan and Stephanie's bed, clearly content to go to sleep. I was on her left. I turned onto my side as well, facing her back, and quietly reached my hands out to touch her hips and ass, which were sticking out towards me. At first she didn't react, but as I continued to caress her, she seemed to understand what I had in mind and reached back to slap one of my hands away. Not so easily deterred, my hand shot back to its place on her ass a moment later. Slowly I moved my hips closer to hers until my erection was pressing up against her ass, through my boxers. At that point, she turned her head and whispered, "Sorry buddy, that has to wait until tomorrow."

I ignored her and began slowly rubbing my erection up and down against the crack of her ass. She turned her head again and whispered "Are you crazy? They'll hear!"

I finally responded, whispering back "Not if we're quiet; the ocean is pretty loud." I continued to slowly rub my cock against her ass.

She whispered, "Stop Jake," but for the first time I could hear in her voice that she was actually entertaining the idea, debating how much resistance she was going to mount. So I just kept going, rubbing my cock against her and using my hands to caress her body, including her breasts. I kissed her gently on the neck.

Interpreting her silence as acquiescence, I slowly began to slip her shorts down over her hips. When she lifted her hips slightly to make my job easier, I knew her resistance had crumbled. She was going to let this happen. Quietly, I continued sliding her shorts down her legs and she kicked them off her feet. She was wearing no panties, so she was now naked from the waist down (albeit under the covers). I quickly slid off my boxers, freeing my rock hard cock, which came to rest against her ass. I grabbed my cock in my hand and slowly began rubbing the tip against her opening and up toward her clitoris, back and forth. Despite her early protestations, I could feel she was wet already. I wanted to tease her a bit, though, really make her want this too. So I kept rubbing the tip of my cock against her, not penetrating. After a while, she began moving her hips, a sure sign that she was enjoying this.

Not having the will power to wait any longer, I lined up my cock and slowly guided it inside her. It slid in easily, silently, and soon I was thrusting in and out, with my hands on her hips, trying to make as little noise as possible. We continued that way for several minutes. I wondered what Stephanie and Bryan would think if they knew we were fucking less than a few feet away from them.

Then we both stopped abruptly. We'd both heard a noise, something that sounded like the rustling of sheets, and I think Lara (like me) initially assumed that we were making the noise. But we had both stopped moving and the noise continued. I lifted my head a little to look over Lara and toward the other bed. It was pretty dark in the room, but my eyes had now adjusted and I could see Bryan's back. He too was on his side, facing away from us. But I could tell that his hips were moving. The rustling sound was coming from them.

I whispered to Lara, "I think they're fucking too." She had no doubt come to the same conclusion, probably before I did. She didn't say anything, though, she just reached her hand back and touched my ass, clearly encouraging me to resume fucking her, which I was more than happy to do.

In light of the sounds coming from the other bed, I was less concerned with our own noise level, and began thrusting more vigorously. I also reached around and began stroking Lara's clit with my left hand. We were both really into it at this point, incredibly turned on by the whole situation, and after a few minutes, it occurred to me that we had to be making as much or more noise than they were. Sure enough, when I raised my head again to look over at the other bed, I saw that they had changed positions. Stephanie was now on the side closest to us, looking in our direction, and Bryan was behind her. They were clearly still fucking, in a mirror image position to ours. For a moment, Stephanie and I locked eyes. Her eyes were full of lust; it was an expression not remotely like any I'd ever seen on this shy, polite girl, the kind of expression only a lover ever gets to see. No doubt seeing the same thing in my eyes, she quickly looked away, not yet sure what to make of this sudden and unexpected intimacy. I wondered if Lara and Bryan had shared a similar awkward moment.

As it was now clear to both couples what the other was doing, all of us stopped trying be quiet and began to move more freely under the sheets. The distinctive slapping sounds of coitus could be heard from both ends of the room, and both Lara and Stephanie let out an occasional little moan. After about a minute of this, I heard a different kind of movement on the other bed and looked over to see Bryan pulling Stephanie on top until she was straddling him. She was still wearing her tank top and the sheets still covered her from the waist down, but she put her hands on Bryan's chest and began riding him, grinding her hips against him and occasionally looking over at us. The form of her nipples was clearly visible through her shirt.

I was also in the mood for a change of position, but chose to go in the opposite direction. I pulled out of Lara and rolled her onto her back. I then crawled on top of her, into the missionary position and drove my cock back into her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. I began thrusting steadily, creating a slapping noise with each thrust. We too were still covered by the sheets from the waist down, but I could tell that we had Bryan and Stephanie's full attention.

We continued to fuck like this, side by side, for quite a while, steadily increasing our pace. The moaning and grunting was more frequent and audible now. Stephanie had a high-pitched, very girlish voice and that translated into a sort of squeal as she built toward orgasm. It was unlike any sound of pleasure I'd ever heard from a woman and I found it incredibly arousing.

For several minutes now, Bryan had been unabashedly groping Stephanie's chest through her shirt, which had contributed to the squealing. Then he did something that I will never forget. Just thinking about it makes me rock hard to this day. He reached up, grabbed the straps of Stephanie's tank top, and pulled them both down to her sides in one quick motion. And just like that, her breasts were completely exposed, in all of their glory. And they were magnificent. Perfectly round, the size of baseballs. Her nipples were on full alert. Her skin glistened with sweat. For a moment, she stopped moving, clearly uncertain whether she was okay with being so totally exposed in front of her friends. But the moment passed quickly, and few seconds later, she was rocking up and down even more wildly, as Bryan took turns sucking on each of her nipples.

That sight was almost too much for me to handle, and I had to quickly stop what I was doing to keep from coming too soon. I sat back on my knees and slid my cock out of Lara, and in the process inadvertently pulled our sheet back, completely exposing our lower halves to Bryan and Stephanie. What Lara did next caught me completely by surprise. Rather than scrambling to pull the sheet back over us -- which is what I would have expected -- she sat there for a moment and then, without saying a word, she deftly rolled over on to her knees and grabbed the headboard with her hands. She looked back at me, her ass protruding toward me and in full view of our friends, naked from the waist down, and she said three words I'll never forget: "Fuck me, Jake."

I just stared at her for a second, not comprehending how this could be the same girl I'd been married to for the last 11 years. Then I sat up, lined up my cock, and drove it all the way into her in one smooth stroke. Lara gasped and then began moving her ass back and forth into me, still gripping the headboard with both hands.

When I looked over at Stephanie and Bryan, I saw that they had tossed their sheet aside too. I could see Stephanie's bare ass plunging up and down onto Bryan's exposed (and rather tremendously-sized) cock.

The sexual energy in the room at this point was off the charts. We were all out of our minds with lust and on the verge of explosive orgasms. Stephanie was squealing up a storm. In her high-pitched voice she start saying "Oh god, oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck." She was about to come hard. Sensing this, Bryan abruptly reached his arm around her back and spun them both over until he was on top. Stephanie was now on her back, with her head hanging off the side of the bed. She was looking right at us, her face upside down and distorted in pleasure. Bryan was now slamming into her, and her legs were raised up almost over her head.

She screamed, "oh my god, I'm coming, oh fuuuuuuckkǃ" and visibly shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head. That was apparently all Bryan could take, because he whipped his cock out of her and let go of an absolute torrent of cum that shot across her stomach and landed largely on her tits. Some of it even made it all the way to her neck and face.

At that moment, Lara gasped "Oh god, I'm coming." As she spasmed on my cock, she screamed, "Come on me too, Jake." That triggered my own explosive orgasm, and, as requested, I pulled out my cock and let the streams of cum shoot across Lara's back. Not having ejaculated in over two weeks, I had quite a bit pent up, and most of it ended up on Lara's ass and the small of her back, with a fair amount landing on her yellow tank top, which she was still wearing.

A few moments later, we had all collapsed on our beds, and were struggling to catch our breath.

Things got awkward pretty quick once we caught our breath and the passion of the moment had passed. We laughed a bit, but it was forced. The truth was we were all still having trouble processing what had just happened and none of us really knew what to say. We cleaned up, found our clothes, and eventually made our way back to bed.

TO BE CONTINUED

[rangeela]

I woke up in the middle of the night. I'd been having a crazy sex dream. I couldn't really remember what it had been about, but I knew Stephanie's tits had featured prominently. I had a raging erection. My hand went immediately to my cock and began gently stroking it through my boxers. I looked over to my left. Lara was sound asleep, her back to me. I thought about waking her and having another go. Then I heard something.

I looked around to my right. Stephanie was on the part of her bed closest to me, not more than four feet away. Her eyes were closed and one of her legs was sticking out from under the sheet. Under the sheet, there was motion down below her waist. It was her hand. She was masturbating. And she apparently hadn't noticed that I was awake.

I watched, silently, sliding my boxers down and freeing my cock. Watching her pleasure herself was incredibly arousing. I wondered what she was imagining.

Suddenly her eyes opened and she was looking right at me. She yanked her hand up. She realized that I had been watching her and was clearly self-conscious. Then she noticed where my hand was; she saw the tent that I was pitching under the sheet. Without breaking eye contact, she slowly moved her hand back down between her legs. Before long, we were both stroking ourselves again, looking at each other. This went on for a good five minutes.

Stephanie was the first to up the ante. She slid the sheet up over her hips, giving me a clear view of her hand and pussy. She had no panties on. Her pussy was well-trimmed but not bare. After staring for a while, I returned the favour and moved my own sheet off. My cock was now completely exposed and stood upright like a flagpole. As I stroked it, Stephanie stared, transfixed. Her own pace quickened.

After a few minutes, she stopped stroking herself for a moment and lifted her tank top up over her breasts, giving me a full and unobstructed view of them. She then resumed stroking herself with her right hand. With her left, she caressed her own breasts. I didn't think I could ever be more aroused than I had been earlier in the night, but I was wrong. This was so unreal, so unbelievably hot.

I wanted to come very badly and was about to give in to the urge when Stephanie suddenly stopped what she was doing, swung her feet off the bed, and stood up. I watched as she slowly walked away, toward the bathroom, her naked ass swaying as she walked. I didn't know what she was doing and was a little disappointed that our masturbatory session had ended so abruptly. Then she stopped and looked over her shoulder at me. The look was unmistakable. She wanted me to follow her.

This was a dramatic escalation. What we were doing up to this point was relatively innocent. But if I followed her into that bathroom, that was something else entirely. But at that point I wasn't really thinking with my brain. I was too aroused, too far gone for rational thought. A moment later, I was walking toward the bathroom.

Once I stepped through the door, things happened fast. She was completely naked now, her shirt lying on the floor. A moment later, so was mine, and we were kissing, urgently, frantically. I grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up onto the sink counter. And before I could even process what was happening, my cock was buried deep inside her pussy. It was the first time in over 13 years that I'd been inside someone other than Lara, and I'm not going to lie, it felt wonderful. Subtly different from what I was used to, but in a way that's hard to describe. I was kissing her passionately, cupping her breasts, and drilling into her, all at the same time. There was a mirror behind her and another immediately to her left, which gave me all sorts of angles to take in the action. Stephanie, like me, was beyond aroused. She was breathing heavy and doing her best to stifle her squeals.

I knew I wasn't going to last long, but it was clear I wouldn't have to. She was nearly there. But I wanted to end it with a bang. I lifted her down from the counter until she was standing and then spun her around. She put her hands on the counter and lifted her ass towards me. I ploughed my cock back into her from behind, causing a squeal to escape. I leaned forward, cupping both of her breasts with my hands. I was furiously fucking her at this point and we were both staring into the mirror in front of us, transfixed by the sheer animalism of the show we were putting on.

Stephanie finally broke the silence, speaking for the first time since we'd noticed each other on the bed. She whispered, "Oh god, I'm almost there... oh god, I want you to come inside me." Something about the lust in her voice, especially after all that silence, just pushed me over the edge. I came hard, letting everything go inside of her. That, in turn, seemed to do the trick for her, because as soon as I let it go, I could feel the spasm of her orgasm. "Oh fuuuckk" she whispered, as her face contorted in pleasure.

After we'd caught our breath, I pulled out. Stephanie straightened up and turned around, putting her arms around my neck. She smiled, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips, whispering "That was amazing, Jake." After a brief pause, she added, "Let's keep this to ourselves for now."

I nodded, undoubtedly betraying some of the rush of guilt I was now feeling. Reading my expression, she tried to be reassuring, "Don't worry, we'll find a way to make this right with them." I had no idea what she meant by that, but I just nodded. Then we gathered ourselves and quietly snuck back into the main room. Thankfully, Lara and Bryan were still sound asleep.

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The next morning, when we woke up and started getting ready, it felt like everything that had happened the night before had been a dream. None of it seemed real. And none of us said or did anything to acknowledge it. It was like it never happened. We had a leisurely breakfast and then wandered along the beach, eventually pairing off.

As I walked with Lara down the beach, she was being very affectionate, holding my hand, stopping to kiss me. Eventually she acknowledged the elephant in the room, "I can't believe what we did last night."

"I know," I replied, thinking that she didn't know the half of it.

"Do you think it's going to be weird now, being around them?"

"I don't think it has to be," I lied. How could it not be?

"You know, I don't regret it," she said. "That was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

"Yeah me too," I said, kissing her on the forehead, but I was thinking about what happened in the middle of the night.

We eventually reunited with Stephanie and Bryan and went together to the front desk to check on the room situation. I was actually hoping that we had to continue sharing a room and I wondered if the others were thinking the same thing. When Arlo the hotel manager came out and I saw the expression on his face, I knew we were in for at least one more night together. He was clearly mortified by the circumstances, promising us refunds, more free food and drink, massages and other amenities. While we happily accepted the freebies, we didn't give him a hard time at all. In fact, both Lara and Stephanie (who were doing most of the talking) were their normal charming selves, smiling and reassuring Arlo that it wasn't his fault and that we completely understood. He clearly wasn't expecting that kind of response and looked both relieved and puzzled by it.

We had a great time that day, swimming, snorkeling, eating and drinking. By mid-afternoon, we were all a little spent and had fallen asleep in our shaded beach chairs. When I woke up from my catnap, Stephanie was gone. She came back a few minutes later with a smile on her face. As we all roused ourselves from our slumber, she explained that she had been talking with Arlo and he had agreed to let us use the couples’ massage room.

"So we get free couples’ massages?" I asked.

"No. Even better," she replied. "Arlo agreed to give us private use of the room. I think that guy will give us anything we ask for at this point, but I thought this would be fun. We can give each other massages."

We all looked around, trying to read each other's expressions. I was wondering what exactly Stephanie had in mind, and I suspected Bryan and Lara were wondering too. But after a day of being out in the sun, a massage did sound good. Soon we were all walking toward the spa area.

Inside the massage room, there were two massage tables set up, about four feet apart from one another. There was a table with a stack of fresh towels and a wicker basket filled with various massage oils. The walls of the room were mirrors on three sides, kind of like a dance studio, which made the place seem much bigger than it actually was.

After a quick discussion, we agreed that the girls would go first. We used the adjoining locker rooms to shower the sand off and then we all came back out wearing just towels. Lara and Stephanie got on the tables first, lying on their stomachs and letting their towels drape over them. Bryan and I got to work immediately, squirting some oil onto our wives' bare shoulders and working it in with our hands.

We both took our time, patiently going from one spot to another and working in the oil with our hands. I massaged Lara's shoulders and arms and legs, but I didn't try to push the envelope or initiate anything sexual, and neither did Bryan. At one point, I pulled Lara's towel down a little, exposing her back. Bryan did the same with Stephanie. But that was about as racy as it got. The girls were clearly relaxed and enjoying themselves, though. After maybe 20 or 30 minutes of this, Stephanie said, "Alright boys, that was fantastic. Now it's our turn."

Both of them got up, carefully re-wrapping themselves in their towels to avoid exposing themselves. The towels were just long enough to cover all of their private parts. Bryan and I got onto our stomachs and let our towels drape down over our waists, as the girls had done. And they proceeded much as we had, patiently rubbing in oil and working various parts of our bodies with their hands. It was very sensual, and best of all, thanks to the mirrors on the walls and the short towels, whenever either girl would bend over to reach various parts of us, I got a good look underneath their towels. Ass, pussy lips, all of it. Within minutes I had a raging hard on.

After ten minutes or so, the girls instructed us to flip over. I was a little reluctant, but I did as instructed, keeping the towel over my waist. As I feared, though, there was no hiding the erection. I was pitching a tent big time. At least I thought it was big time, until I looked over at Bryan's table and saw the size of the tent he was pitching.

The girls giggled as they took in the sight. "I see that you guys are enjoying yourselves," Lara said, a little nervously.

"Yeah, the length of your towels helped" I said, smirking. Bryan laughed at that. Clearly he'd been taking in the same view.

We all laughed a bit, in part to ease the tension, and the girls continued with the massage, for the time being ignoring our erections. After they'd massaged our chests and shoulders, they moved on to our legs. As she had the night before, Stephanie was the first to up the ante. I watched as she slowly worked her way up Bryan's thighs, putting her hands underneath his towel. Lara was watching this too, as she continued to work on my legs. Then we watched as Stephanie squirted a significant amount of oil on her hand and reached under the towel from the top, this time appearing to touch Bryan's cock. His eyes closed, confirming the contact. Keeping her hand under the towel, Stephanie's hand began to move up and down. There was no question she was giving him a handjob.

It didn't take Lara long to follow suit and soon my cock was covered in oil and her hand slid up and down it. Once it became clear to all what was happening, Stephanie and Lara tossed the towels aside, exposing our cocks and giving their arms more room to manoeuver. I had seen Bryan's cock the night before, but it was even more impressive in this context, thick and at least 9 inches long. Lara was clearly staring as well. I was pretty sure she had no first hand experience with a cock that large. In another context, I might have been jealous, but I was pretty comfortable with my own body and my average sized cock. Plus, not to be boastful about it, I'd gotten his wife off pretty spectacularly with my average sized cock less than 12 hours earlier.

The handjobs continued for several minutes without much change. Then Bryan did something that I had been debating doing myself. He yanked on Stephanie's towel, causing it to fall to the floor. She was now completely naked. She just smiled, no hint of self-consciousness. This girl continued to surprise me. It took about four seconds until I'd done the same to Lara. She didn't protest, but I could tell she was feeling self-conscious. Even last night she had never been completely naked. She'd had the tank top on the whole time. This was the first time that Bryan had gotten a good look at her in the nude. After 30 seconds or so, Lara seemed to relax and get more comfortable with the exhibitionism of it. It was clear that Bryan and I were both enjoying the view and that seemed to put her at ease.

As she continued to tug on my cock, I grabbed the bottle of massage oil and squirted it onto my hands. I then reached up and began smearing it all over Lara's breasts, which she seemed to like. Bryan then did the same to Stephanie, which was a sight to behold. Soon both Stephanie and Lara were oiled up just about anywhere Bryan and I could reach, including their asses. Their naked bodies glistened in the natural light.

At this point, Stephanie and Lara had both come around to the area between the two tables, so there was only about a foot of space between them. Stephanie turned and, with her free hand, reached down and grabbed Lara's free hand. Lara looked up, startled, not knowing what Stephanie was doing or what she wanted. Slowly, Stephanie pulled Lara over toward her table. She guided Lara's hand right toward Bryan's cock, which she was still stroking with her other hand. Lara looked really unsure of herself, but she didn't pull her hand away and a moment later, she was firmly grasping Bryan's cock. Stephanie relinquished her grip. The look on Bryan's face was priceless, like he had just been electrocuted. I thought for a moment he was going to blow his load right there, but he eventually managed to regain his composure.

After a few seconds, Lara looked back at me, somewhat sheepishly, no doubt worried that I would be upset. But I just smiled reassuringly. I knew exactly what Stephanie was doing now. Last night, after we fucked, she had said that we would find a way to make it right. That's what this whole massage thing was about. And she had choreographed it perfectly.

Stephanie had retreated toward my table, but for a while, we both just watched Bryan and Lara. He was now caressing Lara's oiled-up back and ass and she was stroking his cock furiously. Eventually I reached up and began caressing Stephanie's ass. That jolted her out of whatever she was thinking and she turned around to pay some more attention to me, starting with stroking my cock.

After a few minutes of this, Stephanie leaned over to Lara and whispered something in her ear. Lara raised her eyebrows and then whispered some kind of question back in Stephanie's ear. Stephanie nodded, encouragingly. Then she spoke, "Guys, we're going to try something different now; we're going to try a body massage. So turn over - onto your stomachs."

We both did as we were told and a few seconds later, Lara had climbed on top of Bryan, straddling him around the waist. Stephanie did the same with me. They both had bottles of massage oil in their hands and started squirting a generous amount onto our backs and then some more onto their own chests. Then I felt Stephanie's breasts pressing against my back and she began sliding up and down on top of me, moving her breasts all the way down to my ass before sliding her way back up again. I watched to my left as Lara did the same with Bryan, sliding up and down on his back. She was so beautiful. So lithe. So sexy.

This went on for a couple of minutes and then Stephanie gave the order for us to turn back over onto our backs. The girls were now straddling us at the waist, our cocks pinned down on our stomachs but rubbing against them. They both leaned down and began sliding again, up and down, rubbing their tits against our chests. Every time she would get down toward my waist, Stephanie would use her tits to sandwich my cock. She would rub it up and down a few times between her breasts before slowly sliding back up. It was unbelievable.

Lara wasn't sliding down on Bryan quite as far, and when I looked more closely, I could see why. Bryan's enormous cock was blocking her movement. It was at a 90 degree angle from his body, sticking up right between Lara's legs and up past her ass crack, where I could see it protruding out. And it was keeping Lara from sliding down low like Stephanie was doing. So she would slide up instead, rubbing her tits into Bryan's face and then slide back down again, where his cock would again halt her progress as it rode up between her legs. I could tell from her expression that she was incredibly turned on.

This went on for several tantalizing minutes. And then fate intervened. During one of Lara's downward slides, rather than getting forced up between her thighs, Bryan's cock must have been lined up just the right way, because I heard a gasp from Lara. And when I looked over, it was clear that Bryan was inside her. Not all the way, and not intentionally, but there was definite penetration, and Lara froze. Both she and Bryan were totally still. Lara was looking right at me and Bryan right at Stephanie, as if seeking guidance. We both just smiled and started to laugh. That seemed to be the green light they needed because Lara began easing her way down, letting Bryan's cock fully penetrate her. The look on her face was one I'll never forget. I'm sure she'd never experienced that kind of fullness before. Once she got comfortable, she began slowly moving her hips, pistoning up and down on his cock.

Stephanie leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I told you we'd find a way to make it right." She kissed me and then abruptly, spun around, so her head was facing my feet and her ass was right near my face. She resumed her sliding, brushing my cock against her tits and moving her pussy dangerously close to my mouth with each slide. After three or four slides, she stopped and grasped my cock with her hands. A moment later I could feel her mouth close around it. As soon as I felt that (and god it felt good), I grabbed her hips and slid her ass a little closer to my face. Her clit was now lined up with my mouth and I began lapping it with my tongue. I felt a shudder ripple through her body.

Lara was now moving quicker and starting to moan. I looked over and could see that they had noticed what we were doing too. The room smelled of sex and massage oil.

As I continued to lap away on Stephanie, holding her ass firmly with both hands, I began to hear muffled squeals. After a couple of minutes, she let go of my cock and slid forward until she was straddling my waist, facing away from me. Deftly, she lifted her hips and guided my cock inside her. Then she began bobbing up and down as I held her ass in my palms. With her mouth now free of cock, the squealing began in earnest. She was going to come soon. I reached up and pulled her down so her back was against my chest and I had full access to her breasts. With one hand, I caressed them and, with the other, I reached down and began stroking her clit as I continued to ram my cock inside of her.

Lara was moving her hips frantically now and I knew her well enough to know that she was on the verge of having an explosive orgasm. Bryan was sitting up now, cradling Lara's ass in his hands, his mouth sucking on her nipples. She screamed, "Oh god, oh fuuuck!" and then shook as her orgasm gripped her. When it finally subsided and she realized that Bryan hadn't come yet, she disengaged and practically jumped off the table. He sat up and swung his legs off the table and within seconds Lara was on her knees, sucking his cock. I got the feeling it was something she had wanted to do from the beginning, and she didn't want to miss her opportunity.

Bryan must have been on the verge himself because it didn't take more than 20 or 30 seconds before he screamed "fuck" and unloaded in Lara's mouth. She took it in stride, swallowing it all and smiling up at him.

At that moment, Stephanie squealed out "oh god I'm coming" and began to spasm on my cock. As she contorted in ecstasy, my cock slipped out of her. She immediately reached down and began yanking it. A few seconds later, I too yelled "oh fuck" and shot my cum across her belly.

TO BE CONTINUED

[rangeela]

Later that evening, after we'd all showered and made ourselves presentable, we had dinner together. None of us said a word about any of the craziness of the last 24 hours, but it wasn't awkward. We ate and drank and laughed and talked about other things and the vibe was a very comfortable, familiar one. My guilt about last night was gone, washed away by a whole lot of massage oil.

When we got back to the room that night, we were all pretty beat. We fell asleep without anything happening. I woke up after what must have been a few hours. It was dark in the room, and I realized I was alone in the bed. I looked over to my right. The other bed was empty too. Then I heard it. Noises, coming from the direction of the bathroom. Confused and still not fully awake, I got to my feet and stumbled toward the bathroom. The door was open a crack and the light was on inside. But there was someone standing on my side of door, in the dark. As I got closer, I could see that it was Stephanie. She was looking through the door, into the bathroom. And her hand was down between her legs. I heard the sounds of sex.

When I came up behind Stephanie, she jumped, startled. Then she held her finger up to her lips, indicating for me to be quiet. I looked over her shoulder into the bathroom and while, on some level, I knew what I was going to see, the reality of it still jarred me. Lara, my wife of 11 years, was on the bathroom floor, on all fours, and Bryan was fucking her furiously from behind. They were sweaty, oblivious, consumed in lust. I felt a deep pang of jealously. This was my wife, on the floor of a bathroom getting fucked by another man. And loving it.

On the other hand, the scene itself was unbelievably hot. Despite my jealousy, I was instantly rock hard. And Stephanie's ass was right in front of me. Without asking, without any attempt at foreplay, I reached down, grabbed her panties and pulled them down hard. My boxers were on the floor a second later, and a second after that, I had driven my cock deep inside Stephanie's cunt. I fucked her hard from behind, matching Bryan's pace, as we both continued to watch through the bathroom door.

I heard Lara moaning. Then I heard her growl, "Fuck me, Bryan, fuck me good. Deeper." Again, I felt strange. I'd never heard Lara talk dirty like that. Ever. My mind was a jumble of lust and jealousy. I pulled out of Stephanie and spun her around, pinning her against the wall. I lifted her shirt off, freeing her breasts. Then I lifted her leg and drove my cock back into her, kissing her passionately, almost angrily, as I thrust into her. Now that I could see her face, I knew; she was going through the same emotions I was. We knew that we deserved this, after what we'd done last night. It was only fair.

I lifted Stephanie up by her ass, my cock still inside of her. She was such a petite thing. I carried her over to the first bed and laid her down on her back. I crawled on top of her, lifting her legs high above her head, and I just started pounding, trying to drown out the noises coming from the bathroom by making my own. Stephanie's breasts shook up and down with the impact of each thrust. She reached up with her hands and put one on each side of my face, directing my gaze up at her until I was looking directly into her eyes. It was as if she wanted to focus only on me and drown out everything else, and she wanted me to do the same with her. When she had my complete attention, she whispered, "Fuck me, Jake. Fuck my hard."

I increased my pace, grabbing her ass with my hands and ploughing my cock in as deep as it would go. She whispered again, almost breathless, "When you come, I want you to come on my tits, all over them." I think she just wanted to feel dirty, to sound dirty, and maybe leave a little souvenir for Bryan to see. But I understood. And it was fucking hot.

The next thing I knew, she was squealing again, her breathing ragged. She tensed and screamed, "Oh fuck, I'm coming." As soon as I heard that, I pulled out and thrust my cock up toward her breasts. She grabbed it with both hands and tugged. I came hard, shooting my cum up onto her neck and across her tits. Completely spent, I rolled over on my back, exhausted, and we just laid there.

The sounds from the bathroom seemed to have stopped. We heard running water and a few minutes later, Bryan and Lara walked back into the room, their shorts and shirts back on. We made no attempt to move or cover up, so they saw our naked bodies, saw the pools of cum on Stephanie's breasts, and knew immediately what we had been doing. Bryan was hard for me to read, but I knew Lara well enough to see the unease on her face. I think she knew -- like I did -- that this whole thing was getting out of control.

None of us talked the rest of that night. We just cleaned up and went back to sleep. The next morning, Lara and I went for a walk alone on the beach. She told me how she had woken up in the middle of the night and gone to the bathroom, and that Bryan had walked in on her, not realizing she was there, that they'd started talking and then, well, one thing had led to another. She was apologetic. I told she didn't need to be. I told her about what had happened the night before, and how guilty I'd felt. She seemed relieved. We agreed that neither us has to feel guilty.

We later learned that Bryan and Stephanie had a very similar conversation and had reached the same conclusion. Surprisingly, Arlo was finally able to get us a second room that day. Lara and I took it, moving our stuff out of their room right after breakfast. We spent most of the last two days on our own, meeting up with Stephanie and Bryan only occasionally. On the last night, though, we all had dinner together and finally talked about what had happened. We didn't get into the gory details, but we all agreed that it had been an amazing experience, something that none of us would ever forget. Or regret. We also agreed that when we go for a vacation again, we will go together and reserve a room with two king beds.

THE END