It was a typical Saturday morning. My husband Brad and I had lived next door to our best friends and neighbors for over five years now. We had just moved into our new home, young in love and excited to begin our journey in life together. Jack and Doreen had moved in just two weeks later, and we’d been the closest and best of friends ever since.
Like us, Jack and Doreen had decided to hold off on having kids for a while, especially as Jack got his new business started. Brad, my husband was a carpenter by trade, and it naturally worked into the two of them going into business. They now designed and made deluxe beautifully styled wooden lawn furniture. Jack more or less ran the business end of things, while Brad entertained himself with designing new pieces, or improving those they had already placed into production. You’d have thought they’d grow tired of working together, but inevitably, they’d end up out in Brad’s workshop most Saturday’s, tinkering around with a new product, spending a goodly portion of the day together amidst sawdust and varnish. But just as their friendship had bloomed, so had Doreen’s, and mine we were now virtually inseparable.
A year earlier Brad and I had put in a new hot tub, Jack and Brad had laid in the new beautiful redwood deck as well, and then just continued on with the project, building another out back of our friends place. Though our backyards were fenced of course with an eight-foot privacy fence, we had kept the two back yards between our homes together. That made it a lot easier for larger gatherings for one, with each of us invited to the others regardless of who was coming. In a way, we had seriously become family. And that made it a lot easier to hot tub as well, which we did often. We had let Jack and Doreen know that they could come over any time to use it, or entertain in it even if we weren’t there. Such was the level of trust and friendship we had all gained for one another. So when the time came to put the tub in, and when Brad announced it would be a “skins” only tub, neither Jack or Doreen had any qualms about doing that whatsoever.
I was surprised at how comfortable we all were when we got naked in front of one another for the first time. There was no real awkwardness associated with it aside from the initial embarrassment, but that soon melted away the more we got together. Just sitting in the tub late at night relaxing, having a few drinks and busily chatting away soon overcame whatever inhibitions about being naked in front of one another anyone of us might have had. I’d never really had nor entertained thoughts of being with another woman, though after the second night of sitting out in the hot tub together, Brad and I had enjoyed a rather wild passionate night together. Part of which had come out of our confessions at being aroused at the sight of our friends. Doreen had slightly larger breasts than my own, and had even confided to me a while back how sensitive her nipples were. Apparently she could just about climax simply by having them played with. Mine too were very sensitive, something that Brad certainly appreciated as just feeling his hands on me would very often arouse me to the point of uninhibited, wild abandoned sex, though normally, I would blush at the mere thought of anything outside of the norm.
Secretly, I had of course enjoyed and gotten admittedly aroused over seeing Jack naked too. And though I certainly hadn’t seen him in an aroused state, even flaccid, his penis looked to be more than adequate, and I had found myself wondering, even fantasizing about what it might look like when erect. Doreen had likewise confessed to me the same thing about Brad several days later as we sat over coffee discussing how much fun we had all had together, and how comfortable with our being nude in front of one another we had all become.
To pretend there wasn’t an air of sexual tension whenever we got together would be lying. There was, though so far we’d only suggestively flirted in front of one another, while all were present, and never done anything behind one another’s backs. Our friendship was too important and precious for any of us to even consider doing anything outside of that. But…we had the last time actually fucked in front of one another while out in the tub. It had been a very erotic and enjoyable evening for all of us. And though I still hadn’t seen Jack’s hard cock even in doing that, it was exciting enough to watch them doing it there in the water beside us as we did. We had later, discussed the possibility, though at the time I treated it as more fantasy of thought than anything really serious, each of us wondering what it might be like to extend that erotic naughty coupling we’d enjoyed together, into some mutual touching perhaps.
We’d discussed it, ended up getting aroused by it, and had fucked one another silly. But we hadn’t pursued it any further after that either. I had soon learned that Jack and Doreen had been having very similar thoughts and discussions, and it was slowly starting to look like that could become a very real possibility. The following weekend, we’d indeed taken it one more step, though not necessarily a big one. Though for me at the time, it was. I had never done or experienced anything like that before.
We had started out flirting, teasing one another just as we’d done before, but to my surprise, this time when the boys suggested we touch one another’s boobs, we actually did! I think the fact that we actually did surprised them both, and they then of course urged us to do more. But neither Doreen or I went beyond that, though we had in fact kissed, enjoyed the kissing along with some additional booby grabbing, much to Jack and Brad’s delight. That had led to Jack caressing my breasts to some extent, and Brad playing with Doreen’s. It was again all in fun, though it had left us all fully aroused and very excited, once again ending up with us all fucking in front of one another. And this time, I had finally seen Jack’s hard cock as he shoved it in and out of his wife, as she had turned around there in the hot-tub as he stood behind her fucking her doggy style. Needless to say, Brad soon urged me to do the same, which we did. Sitting there side by side with Doreen as she and I looked over at one another, occasionally even kissing while our husbands fucked us simultaneously together was one of the most erotic experiences of my entire life.
I was already looking forward to the following morning, Saturday, when as was usually the case, I’d end up spending the morning with Doreen over coffee. It was then that the two of us would usually compare notes, talk and candidly share what we were thinking with one another without much if any reservation in doing so.
“Cindy?” I heard my husband calling out to me. “You have any plans I’m not aware of for today?” he’d asked.
I knew where this was going, as was also usual, he was anxious to tinker around out in the shop. He’d recently been fooling around with a brand new design for a lounge chair, and Jack in fact had mentioned coming over the night before in helping him with it.
“Not until later on this evening,” I responded back,” Just the barbeque we spoke about having last night,” I reminded him. “You promised to pick up the steaks remember? Doreen and I are putting together the potato salad this morning to go with it. So as long as you’re still planning on doing that for me, I don’t really have anything else that needs doing.”
I could see the excitement in his eyes, it was evident he was anxious to get working on it, promising he’d pick up the steaks long before getting together. I had laughed, passing Jack on the way over to their house as he came out the back door of theirs heading over to join Brad out in the workshop. Doreen and I immediately got to work cutting up potatoes along with several other things, and then took a break, sitting down at her kitchen table in order to enjoy a cup of coffee together and have a bit of a chat.
“That was damn naughty fun last night wasn’t it?” Doreen began. “I don’t think that Jack and I have ever been that aroused, or as horny before,” she told me. I was surprised at her candid revelation, though Brad and I had pretty much said the same things ourselves. “In fact…” Doreen paused looking at me, and I could see she was trying to gage my reaction before speaking her thoughts. “Jack told me how erotic it would be to see Brad fucking me while he fucked you side by side the way we did it last night.” Doreen let that hang for a moment, waiting for my response. At first, I was caught a little off guard by it. Talking about it, even fantasizing about it was one thing, actually doing it…was another.
“Yeah, we’ve obviously discussed that a little too,” I told her without coming out and saying it was something we would do, or wouldn’t do. “But yes, it really was a rather naughty night wasn’t it?” I tossed back at her remembering the way her hands had felt on my breasts as she played with them, and the way mine had when I’d first touched hers.
“You ever done anything with another woman before?” She asked.
“No, not really, have you?”
Doreen laughed. “A couple of times yes. Once way back in high school, and another just before I met and married Jack. One of those girls night out things, not quite a bachelorette party really, as he hadn’t officially asked me to marry him yet, though I knew then he was soon going to. But I’d gone out with a group of friends, one of which was an old high school friend I hadn’t seen in years. I had always known of course that she had a thing for women, but she’d never approached me in all the time I had known her. Until that night.”
I was intrigued, admittedly getting a little aroused hearing this. “Go on…don’t leave me hanging!” I urged her, once again hearing her laugh and smile. She actually reached over, giving my breast a quick cop and a feel before standing up to pour us both some more coffee. I was pleasantly surprised to feel my nipple respond to her touch, quick as it was, and through the material of my bra when she did it. “You’re nasty you know that?” I teased her. Doreen looked over the rim of her glasses towards me as she poured our fresh coffee.
“If you only knew,” she half murmured, just loud enough that I overheard her.
“Knew what?” I asked taking the bait.
“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.
“Of course I can! But you of all people should know that!” I said honestly intrigued now.
Doreen studied me for a moment silently as though weighing if she should in fact share with me whatever secret it was. I could see however that whatever it was, she was worried about telling me. Obviously even as close as we were, she was unsure of my response, or how I might actually react to whatever it was.
“I enjoy being with women as much as I enjoy being with men,” she said softly, only then looking at me directly. “Though obviously, it’s not like I’m out there running around doing that or anything, especially since I haven’t been with another woman since Jack and I got married. But I certainly think about it, a lot. And then after last night, just touching you as briefly as I had, I knew then and there, I wanted to do more with you. A lot more! Does that shock you? Surprise you?” she asked.
It did, and I told her so. We were too good of friends for me not to. But I didn’t tell her in such a way as to have been offended by her revelation. For one thing, I had gotten pretty aroused myself when she had. Added to that, Brad had gotten obviously aroused as well, so much so that we had not only fucked outside in the hot-tub next to our friends, but had done so again after going into the house to bed. We had a pretty good sex-life, always had had, but it was still rare that Brad ever got it up more than once during the same night.
“So that it does surprise me a little on the one hand,” I then began offering, “It doesn’t really surprise me all that much on the other, after all, I was certainly aroused myself as you well knew Doreen. And I will honestly admit, I enjoyed playing with you too,” I told her. She smiled at that, obviously relieved.
“I hoped that you were,” she told me. “Touching you, kissing you, turned both Jack and I on tremendously too,” she informed me. “Even after we went back inside the house, Jack attacked me again even before we got upstairs to the bedroom!”
I laughed at that, sharing with her our very similar experience. “Obviously, seeing the two of us doing even the little we did do had quite an impact on the boys didn’t it?”
“Obviously,” Doreen said smiling back at me. “And not only that, but Jack really was horny just thinking about Brad’s hard stiff cock fucking me too, and he you as well,” she then added. “One of my biggest fantasies in fact, and Jack’s, is to have another man fucking me from behind while he goes down on me at the same time.”
“Holy shit! Seriously? He’d do that?” I said in surprised wonder. She’d just painted a very vivid image in my own head, wondering what that would actually feel like, let alone look like. But I couldn’t imagine for a moment Brad doing something like that himself. Doing the fucking maybe, but certainly not the pussy licking with another man’s cock in such close proximity.
“Yeah, he would,” Doreen said seriously once again. “Jack’s not at all homophobic, he’s in fact admitted to me on more than one occasion that he enjoys seeing other men’s cocks squirt, things like that. And that as a young boy, he had in fact had a few encounters with other guys his age, circle jerks, things like that.”
I couldn’t remember Brad saying anything one way or the other that would indicate his thoughts on that either way. I knew he in fact worked with one guy who was actually gay, and said he really like the guy, that he was a natural with woodworking and had hired him on. But beyond that, he hadn’t mentioned or said another thing about it. And we’d certainly seen more than one x-rated movie together, and I had recalled him asking me if I liked the way one guys cock looked as opposed to someone else’s, but I’d always assumed he was just trying to get me to express myself openly to him, getting me even hotter than I already was, which it had. Still, there really hadn’t been anything said one way or the other that might lead me to believe he’d still be ok with doing something like that himself.
“Anyway,” Doreen went on standing up. “I enjoyed last night, and I’d enjoy doing that again, and even more if you and Brad would be ok with that,” she now openly confessed laughing. “Even Brad told me to go for it afterwards,” she said which did surprise me.
“Brad told you to go for it?”
“Yeah, he did,” Doreen chuckled walking over to stand in front of me. I looked down just as my dear friends hands came up, resting easily, lightly upon my breasts. At first I didn’t know what to think, or even how to react, so I basically did nothing, which Doreen took as a sign to continue. She began to softly caress me then, even beginning to undo the buttons on my blouse, which I allowed her to do as she opened it. And even though I still had my bra on, the touch of her hands through it had rapidly hardened my nipples, enough so that they soon pressed fully, quite needfully through the material of my bra. I felt light headed as she thumbed them, teasing each, soon after lifting my own hands and then placing them on hers as well. We stood there, caressing and touching one another, the heat and moisture between my legs swiftly coming to a boil. I began to wonder where all this was heading, if I’d even allow it to head there, when the phone rang, giving me a much needed breather to think all this through.
But the reality was, my panties were now soaked, seriously so. And I made a hand signal to Doreen as she stood talking on the phone to her sister that I was heading back over to the house, but would be right back. I didn’t tell her the reason why, or that I needed to change my panties, which I seriously needed to do. But I was also semi-grateful for the “cool down” opportunity, which had presented itself in order to have a moment to think about what had just happened between us.
Doreen nodded her head knowingly, and apologetically for needing to talk to her sister who had called her at such an inopportune time. Just before l walked out the back door heading home, I saw Doreen undo the last remaining buttons on her blouse, taking it off as she talked, wondering as I saw her do that what she might be expecting, even wanting after I had returned.
Normally, it was a pretty straight shot across the yard door to door. Brad’s small little workshop had been set up off in the far corner of the yard, far enough away from the house that it wasn’t too noisy whenever he was outside working for me to hear him. And in doing it that way, it hadn’t at all detracted from the deck or any of the other landscaping either, something I had insisted on. I couldn’t hear either the sander or the power saw being used, and decided to take a quick side trip, check on how the boys were doing with their latest project before heading back inside the house in order to change my now very wet panties. My nipples still tingling with excitement from recently having felt Doreen’s hands playing with them. To be honest, I think I was just trying to give myself some time to think about what had just happened, and what I was honestly dealing with here. Arousal yes, but confusion too. Doreen was after all my best friend, and Jack now Brads. The last thing I wanted to do, attracted or not, was fuck up our friendship. I needed time to think.
I crossed the yard, heading towards Brad’s workshop. Passing along side of the building, I happened to glance into the small window just before reaching the door. I nearly tripped over myself when I did, glancing, and then more purposely looking in. At first my eyes refused to believe what they were seeing, and I even tried to convince myself that they weren’t. And then I looked again and stood there with my mouth agape at what I saw.
Initially, it looked as though the two of them were just standing there talking with one another. But I realized upon seeing them, that didn’t look exactly right either. They were standing awfully damn close together if they were. And then I saw movement, just enough to refocus my eyes in that direction. Even then, it took a moment more for me to accept what I saw was in fact what I was standing there watching! Each had the other’s cock in their hand, and was standing there jerking one another off!
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. There was no doubt about it either, and though I had quickly ducked down beneath the window, I had slowly stood once again, this time being even more careful before looking in. Sure enough, they really were. The expression on my husband’s face was simply put, orgasmic. It was evident he was enjoying Jack’s hand on his dick as he stood there fondling it. And likewise, Jack too held a lusty pleasure in it, my husband’s hand obviously working his shaft in much the same way. I ducked down, and then walked back across the yard back into Doreen’s house.
My heart was beating wildly. I had been confused enough as it was before, and I was even more so now. The emotions that were swirling around inside my head had made me dizzy, so much so that I actually thought I might collapse. I felt a twinge of what…”Jealousy?” I wondered, and then shook that off. I wasn’t really jealous, not really…more like in shock. The thought of Brad of all people being fondled by another man wasn’t something I would have ever imagined in a million years. I entered our friend’s house, Doreen just then remerging into the kitchen from having come from upstairs. She had changed shirts, instead of the blouse she’d been wearing, she now had on a tight fighting light blue tee shirt, and she was obviously no longer wearing a bra. Stenciled lettering across the front read, “These tits are his.” Her twin hard little points were almost obscenely pressing against the front of her shirt, and though my eyes found them immediately, I looked up at her face. My expression showing her when I did, that I was indeed in somewhat of a state of shock.
“Cindy? What’s wrong?”
I was seriously at a loss for words, and I basically collapsed down into the kitchen chair I’d been standing there holding onto.
“Cindy?” she said again, now worriedly so.
“The boys…” I barely managed trying to catch my breath not to mention my thoughts.
“What about them? Is something wrong? Something happen?” she now asked with a great deal of fear and concern in her tone of voice.
“Nothing wrong,” I managed then seeing the relief in her eyes when I said that. “But they were…they were…”
“What?” They were what?”
I looked at her and simply blurted it out. “They were standing there jerking one another off!”
She laughed, “What?”
That’s when I stood up, finding my legs again. “Follow me,” I said simply, and then headed back outside the house, Doreen following behind me. I reached the side of the shop in seconds, and then stood, once again ducking beneath the window, motioning for Doreen to do the same. She hesitated only for a moment, and then did so. The two of us now crouched down beneath the window.
“Just peek over the edge,” I cautioned her. “Maybe they’re still doing it,” It had been less than a minute or two since all this had happened, so maybe they still were. As she stood up, I did, each of us looking inside, literally just in time as we did so.
We were just in time to see my husband’s prick exploding. Neither one of them looking our way, too engrossed in one another to be too terribly worried about that. And though Brad no longer held Jack’s cock, his was still poking straight out of his pants as he had turned off to one side, his hand however still jacking my husband’s prick as Doreen and I stood there watching it spurt. Ribbon after ribbon of his spunk leaping from his prick, landing within the sawdust covered floor of the shop as the two of them stood there watching it.
“Holy fuck shit!” Doreen moaned. I glanced over at her, wondering if she was as shocked in seeing this as I was…and then was surprised again as she lowered her hand down between her legs, between the Kulots she was wearing. I stood there watching her hand as it slipped up between her legs, Doreen actually now standing there fingering herself openly. I looked back inside the window, Jack was just then giving my husband’s prick a final little sperm shake. Having done that, Brad once again reached over, taking Jack’s prick in hand, and now began pumping it just as furiously as Jack had been doing to his. To my own amazement, I found myself erotically charged, suddenly aroused at actually seeing this, though I was still a bit dazed by all of it. But with Doreen having thrown caution to the wind now entirely, she’d even gone so far as to lift her tee shirt up and over her breasts. In exposing them, one hand playing with and pulling on one of her gorgeous pink nipples, the other still obviously buried between her legs, I could now hear in addition to everything else, the wet slippery sounds that her fingers were making as she fucked herself with them.
“Fuck!” I now moaned openly, my own sudden arousal consuming me. Whatever emotions, fears, anxiety or concerns I might have had earlier at seeing this, had suddenly evaporated. Now…the realization my husband, and Doreen’s had felt comfortable enough to even do this much had seized me like a vice around my clit. I too began rubbing myself, unbuttoning my shorts, my hand quickly slipping beneath the waistband of my thoroughly now soaked panties, which had I changed, would have been even wetter now than before. It was only a few brief moments longer when Jack’s cock suddenly began discharging his spunk. And as he had done to Brad, so now did Brad do for Jack. Aiming his prick downwards, Doreen and I both stood there watching, fingering ourselves as Jack’s prick suddenly lurched, he…tossing his head back in obvious ecstasy though neither of us could hear him. And just as Brad had done, Jack too now shot wad after wad of his white sticky cream into the sawdust of the floor in the workshop.
“Come on,” Doreen whispered once again ducking down, and then ran across the yard back into her house with me following closely behind. The moment we got inside, Doreen turned to me, grinning from ear to ear. “Was that the fucking hottest thing you’ve ever seen before?” she asked.
Admittedly, it had been. But with the rush of excitement gradually diminishing, so too did the previous thoughts I’d had begin to return.
“Should we say anything?” I asked. Doreen could see the look on my face was one of worry, even fear about all this rather than excitement which I had clearly shown only moments ago.
“Why?” She asked. “Are you upset? Angry? Is what we saw them doing upsetting to you?”
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully. On the one hand, I sort of was. On the other however, I had found it highly erotic, admittedly. I mean after all, I had stood there fingering myself alongside Doreen while she did, each of us watching our husband’s jerking one another off! “No…not really I guess,” I then added. “Just surprised is all. Never in a million years would I ever think Brad would actually do something like that, I mean he’s never even hinted or mentioned the fact he might be interested or aroused by doing something like that before now.”
“Sounds like the two of you need to talk about this,” Doreen told me, though she again smiled. “And I will say this, because I DO know and trust Jack, I know that he certainly will. Maybe not today, or even tonight, but I know that he will. And because he will, I’m willing to bet, he’s already telling Brad even as we speak, that he should probably tell you about it too.”
“Really? You think he will?” I asked. And suddenly for some odd reason, I actually felt better about that.
“Trust me…he will,” Doreen encouraged me. “But…until he does, you need to make me a promise,” she then ventured. “Don’t approach him about it first, let him come to you about it. And…I also think there’s a way we can make it a hell of a lot easier for them both to do so.”
“How?” I wondered.
“Tonight, after the barbeque, after we’ve all had a chance to relax and digest our food…you and I are going to put on a little show for the boys.”
“Oh yes honey…we are. We are indeed!”
As promised Brad picked up some delicious steaks along with a couple of bottles of really nice wine. We as usual had enjoyed a really nice dinner together outside on one of the picnic tables that Brad and Jack had made. As we sat digesting our food, opening the second bottle of wine, my mind was already spinning in wonder at what Doreen had mentioned earlier. She hadn’t really gone into specifics, telling me only that she had something in mind, and told me to follow her lead when she felt it was the best time to tease them a little.
Doreen was still wearing her “These tits are his” tee shirt, which Jack had noticed early on, coming up to her, placing his hands squarely around her boobs when he did. He had smiled at the two of us as he stood fondling his wife’s breasts. “My favorite tee shirt!” he announced jovially, even going so far as to lift the front of it, baring them briefly, teasingly as he did so before Doreen had slapped his hands away.
“Not at the moment they’re not,” she laughed, half seriously.
We had cleared away the dishes, the guys sitting out on the patio discussing one of the new lounge chair designs. Doreen walked over to me with a black erasable marker. “X out the word his on my shirt,” she told me. “And then write the word hers on it instead.”
I looked quizzically towards her, but took the pen and did as she’d asked me to do. “Now what?”
“As soon as they even notice the change, that’ll be our cue,” she told me. “That’s when you come over, lift up my blouse, and start playing with my tits.”
“Seriously. After a few moments of that, expect me to start doing the same thing for you too.”
“Ok, then what?”
“Just go with the flow,” Doreen said her eyes suddenly looking sultry as she smiled at me. “Just pretend that they’re not even there,” she then added. “Let’s see how far we can actually take this, and see if we’ll get them to fess up about this morning’s activity out in the shop. I’m sure if we tease them enough, and imply that we might do more than just titty-tease one another, if they’re willing to do something for us too, we might just get them to spill everything.”
I wasn’t honestly sure that would really work, but it was worth a try. And surprisingly, the thought of Doreen playing with my breasts again, and me hers while the guys watched, not at all expecting us to do so, was rather arousing as I stood there thinking about it.
“As a matter of fact,” Doreen said grinning. “Play with them a little right now, make sure my nipples are all nice and hard before we walk out there, so they’ll be sticking nice and straight against the tee shirt. That way, neither one of them should fail to see the change on the tee shirt I’m wearing.”
We stood inside the kitchen, the guy’s just outside through the sliding glass door on the patio. If either one of them would have looked back inside the house, they’d have seen me standing there in front of Doreen, her now exposed tits in my hands as I stood thumbing her twin points into nice-sized little gum drops.
“Fuck that feels good!” Doreen moaned as we stood there. “I’m half tempted to blow the two of them off and just lay you right down on the table here and dive into that sweet looking pussy of yours!”
“Doreen!” I exclaimed, surprised at her forwardness, yet turned on by it as well. The image of her suddenly doing so, not at all a turn off, or suddenly out of the question either. Already, I could feel the moisture of my arousal beginning to gather between my legs. Doreen laughed, finally stepping back, forcing me to reluctantly release her breasts as she settled her tee shirt back down, now covering her breasts once again. Sure enough however, her nipples were easily seen as they pressed against the tightly stretched material of her shirt.
“Let’s go give them something to think about,” she told me. And with that, we carried out a pitcher of Margarita’s we’d made up for after dinner along with the glasses, and some fresh limes. “Hmm, I have another idea,” she said winking. But before I could ask her what that was, she had opened the sliding glass door, stepping out onto the patio.
It took all of two seconds for the boys to notice Doreen’s hard stiff nipples, and only a second more for Jack to comment on her shirt, seeing the change we had written on it.
“Hey! What do you mean her tits?” He feigned displeasure in reading, though he was smiling a mile wide as he said that.
Doreen smiled back. “Oh like you wouldn’t mind seeing that,” she teased him, getting an immediate nod of the head from both our husbands. Doreen then reached down pulling her shirt entirely up and over her head, now standing there topless as she turned towards me. “Like the shirt says Cindy, tonight…they’re all yours!”
The look on the boy’s faces was priceless, especially as I stepped towards her, once again taking her firm full breasts within my hands, cupping them, and then just as I’d done inside the kitchen, fingering and playfully flipping those two twin little pointed peaks. The boys continued to sit there staring at this, grinning as though they were two kids who’d just been given Cart Blanche to take anything they wanted from the candy store. Which was especially the case as I surprised Doreen, along with myself as I leaned over, suddenly capturing one of those hard little nubbins between my lips and began sucking on it.
“Holy fuck!” Brad moaned audibly, appreciatively as I did so.
“Ditto that!” Jack now added, actually reaching down into his shorts, forced to suddenly reposition himself. “More! More!” he called out as Brad too quickly joined him, urging us both to continue.
“I bet you’d really enjoy seeing that wouldn’t you?” Doreen now teased, seeing an opening here. She quickly looked towards me, but I’m sure the look in my own eyes told her I was game for whatever here, especially if we managed to get the boys to open up to us about their own naughty little escapades in the shop earlier.
“You fucking know it!” He stated, his hand still buried beneath the waistband of his bushman’s shorts.
“I dunno Cindy, what do you think? Tit for tat maybe?” I took the cue from her, smiling.
“Sounds fair to me,” I replied looking over at the two boys, one hand dropping to run sensually downwards between Doreen’s legs, feeling her spread them slightly as she stood there. “I guess it depends on how badly they really want to see it.”
“You want me to show you how badly I’d love to see something like that?” Jack mused, threatening to expose himself fully as he undid his zipper pulling it down.
“I’ve seen it before,” Doreen said shooting him down, letting him know as she said that, that it wasn’t quite good enough. “But I wouldn’t mind seeing Brad’s stiff prick a little more clearly,” she added. He looked at me as Doreen spoke, waiting. I winked, telling him in an instant it was more than ok.
Brad had never been shy, unlike myself until I was actually aroused, but he knew just by the expression on my face I was well on the way to being there. Faster than I would have thought possible, he stood, unzipping and then dropping his pants, his erection already poking clearly through the opening in his boxer shorts. “You mean something like this?” he asked proudly, his member about as stiff and hard as I’d ever seen it.
“Better,” Doreen said. She then reached over, unbuttoning my blouse, removing my bra as the boys sat there watching her tantalizing little strip tease. She now began playing with my breasts, likewise leaning over to fondle, suckle and tenderly nip at them as I stood there.
“Man, that’s fucking hot!” Jack announced, long ago having taken his own rigid prick out of his pants, openly sitting there fondling himself.
“More! More!” Brad quipped once again, now doing the same.
“That would require some more tit for tat,” I jumped in suggesting, much to Doreen’s amusement that I had said something before she did.
Cock’s out, the boys looked confused, looking at us and then back and forth at one another. “What do you mean?” Jack questioned.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Doreen began as though thinking about it. “I guess that depends on what you two want to see. Obviously, we’d expect something in return for whatever it is you’d like to see us do.”
“Like what?” Brad asked a bit nervously now.
“Simple really,” Doreen pressed. “We’ll do…whatever you’re willing to do…with each other.”
Once again the looks on their faces was priceless. I’d only seen Brad’s face turn that crimson a time or two before now. Doreen used that moment of indecision to reach down, fumbling only briefly with the catch on my own shorts, undoing, and then unzipping them. Almost immediately they fell down around my ankles, leaving me to stand there in the briefest of now very wet thongs, her hand suddenly slipping beneath the waistband where her fingers now touched, teasing me for the first time. I actually found myself holding my breath for a moment, the unexpected pleasure intense as she quickly located my precious clit and began stroking it.
No doubt it wasn’t only having an effect on me, but certainly on the guys as well. And though they really couldn’t see anything with her hand hidden away beneath the material, it was certainly obvious that she truly was fingering my pussy.
Once again Doreen turned facing our husbands. “Well? You want us to continue or is this all you really want to see?” she then asked. “Up to you two…but I know for a fact, Jack honey…” she said grinning at him, “Wouldn’t have a problem with doing this to Brad, would you honey?”
Once again both men looked back and forth between one another sheepishly. I slipped my hand beneath Doreen’s panties, now fingering her quim in the exact way she was now fingering mine. “Up to you now baby,” I told Brad. “Or is that something you’re just not willing to do for me?” I asked, wondering now what his response was going to be, especially as Doreen and I both knew, they had already done that much together at least. I was pleased when Brad actually responded a moment later.
“Well…in fact, we already have!” He announced, surprising me that he’d admitted it, especially when Jack just smiled, nodding his head in agreement.
“Yeah, Brad lost a bet this morning,” he proclaimed by way of explanation, and then continued on. “I bet him that by inserting a dowel in the curved leg rest of the chair, it would actually make it stronger, and we could then lengthen it, giving the legs more strength and then extending them farther, than we’d done in the original design. Brad didn’t think it would work, so he took the bet…and lost obviously, even after I told him if he lost, he’d owe me a hand job!”
It was now out, Doreen and I both laughing suddenly. “Oh what I’d love to have seen that,” she said, still pretending that we hadn’t. “So…Brad had to jerk you off then did he?” Doreen pressed wanting to hear all of it. “And then what happened?”
Brad looked over towards me for some sign that I wasn’t upset or angry with him for having done so, which I gave him with another wink. “Did doing that make you horny too baby?” I asked. “Have you ever played with another man’s cock before like that?” I now added curiously.
“Couple times…you know, curious explorations, fooling around sort of stuff, years ago, but no…nothing else really,” he then added, though blushing now even more so than he had been. Part of which, I now knew wasn’t just from embarrassment either. Brad was horny. And I knew it.
“But obviously, since you did…doing it again for us now shouldn’t be all that big of a deal now should it?” Doreen interjected, seizing the moment. “Especially if you’d like to really see what we’re doing here, up close and personal now would you?” Doreen then pulled her panties completely off, with me once again following suit, though neither one of us made any motion to take up where we’d left off, just standing there in the nude now waiting for their response.
“No different than this morning,” Jack offered looking at his best friend. “I’m game…if you are.”
“Tit for tat?” Brad asked looking at us, his cock all swollen and angry looking. I could tell that just the little bit he’d seen had him extremely aroused and horny.
“Tit for tat,” I assured him, not even realizing I had placed one of my hands back on Doreen’s boob as I stood there playing with it. It must have been the additional incentive he’d needed however, as he quickly agreed upon seeing me do that.
With a nod of her head in the direction of our chairs, we immediately placed them side-by-side, facing the boys. Collapsing two of the arm rests, as they’d been designed to do so, actually turning the two chairs into a small couch, we then sat, legs thrown over one another, hands suddenly crossing over to explore one another between the legs.
“This what you had in mind?” Doreen asked as I felt her fingers once again probing, exploring, and teasing me, just as I likewise began doing to her.
Without a required word, Brad and Jack got up, likewise fixing their two chairs together facing us in the same fashion, though they quickly took off the rest of their own clothing before doing so. Each one now sitting there with their nice hard stiff pricks clearly revealed. I didn’t realize just how erotic it was to watch, or how hot it became when Jack reached over, wrapping his hand around Brad’s dick, as he moments later likewise then did the same to Jack. They began fondling one another openly as they watched Doreen and I doing the same. The feel of her finger tickling my clit was enhanced by the visual stimulation of seeing Jack’s fist casually pumping my husband’s cock up and down, going so far as to even squeezing it. As he did, producing a nice thick droplet of precum fuck juice, which he then smeared around Brad’s bulbous, swollen head. Brad moaned, involuntarily closing his eyes momentarily. It was for me one of the most erotic, sensual things I had ever seen Brad do before, and I nearly came because of it.
We sat playing like this for quite some time. It was clearly evident we were all highly aroused, the slick, slippery sounds coming from each one of us giving testimony to that.
“God baby…lick her, lick her for me,” Jack half begged. “Let me see you lick Cindy’s cunt…please!”
“Tit for tat?” Doreen asked hopefully. Jack looked briefly at Brad. “Ok?” He asked half imploring Brad to agree. It was evident that Jack wanted to see this, and knew by way of agreement what would be expected if they did.
“Yeah, fuck yeah!” Brad moaned giving in to his own needful desires, his inhibitions, be they what they may have been, melting away in a second as Jack continued thumbing his prick, Brad still likewise fondling and openly playing with Jack’s cock too, and obviously enjoying it as he did.
Though I had heard all this, realizing it, even as Doreen suddenly stood up, quickly kneeling down in front of me, I wasn’t quite yet believing it however. Wanting to see her, both Jack and Brad stood, their proud stiff pricks leading the way as they came over to stand on either side of where I was sitting. Doreen now comfortably positioned between my legs there on the grass.
“Hold yourself open for me,” Doreen breathed against my cunt. “So they can see how pretty your pussy is while I do this,” she stated.
I reached down, holding myself open, somewhat embarrassed in doing so, yet highly aroused at the same time as I glanced up, seeing the two beautiful hard stiff pricks as the boys stood stroking themselves now, Doreen’s tongue only then beginning to lap at the hard little nub of my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“That is so…fucking hot!” Jack stated, watching his wife’s tongue dancing about and through the pink wet folds of my split. Looking down, I saw what he did as she pressed her finger tips just beneath it, forcing it to protrude even more fully, more vulnerably as she did so before taking it between her lips sucking it.
“Oh my God!” I moaned involuntarily, just as I felt one of Jack’s hands, and then Brad’s likewise cupping and playing with my equally aroused nipples. “Yes! Yes! Oh fuck…yes!” I damn near howled at the exquisite sensations I was now feeling. Doreen’s sweet flicking tongue, and then Brad’s prick-tip as he placed it lovingly against my breast, even slapping it with his hard stiff shaft as he stood next to me. “Do the other one too!” I urged Jack, hotly…wantonly, my self-consciousness at being so utterly decadent now long since gone. Just feeling their hard pricks rubbing against my tits now as Doreen licked, kissed and sucked my cunt was driving me insane. I was honestly delirious with pleasure now, already the sensation of impending climax was beginning to materialize. Only a few more moments of this, and Doreen’s lips, tongue and fingers would soon have me going over the edge.
“Yeah baby, yeah!” Jack urged his wife. “Make her cum now…make her cum hard!”
The moment he said that, I was.
I lay there pleasurably trying to recover, my body still tingling with the joy of climax, Doreen’s words only then beginning to register.
“Well, that’s one of us…now it’s your turn,” she told her husband. I opened my eyes having heard that. I even watched as she led Brad back over towards his chair by the dick, giggling upon seeing that.
“Careful sweetie,” I warned Doreen. “Don’t pull on it too much, you’ll make him cum before we get to see anything.” Doreen laughed, though Brad shot me a teasing disgusted look, though he smiled. Helping him to sit down in his chair, it was then our turn to stand on either side of the boys, Jack already positioning himself on the grass between my hubbies’s outstretched legs. Just seeing Brad’s stiff penis, the way it seemed to throb expectantly, the head so large, perhaps larger than I had very often seen it as he sat there expectantly. I don’t know if this was something Jack would admit to having done before too, or if it fact it had been a while since he had. But Doreen and I both watched with eager anticipation as he suddenly wrapped his fist around Brad’s prick, holding it as he then leaned over, engulfing the upper third of my husband’s shaft within his mouth, sucking it.
Brad groaned, unable to do anything else, obviously it felt good, and even more so I as then reached down, tweaking my husband’s nipples between my fingers, something I knew he enjoyed my doing whenever he was feeling his pleasures. See that, Doreen joined me, soon doing the same to his other one as we watched rapturously, seeing Jack, our dear friend and neighbor, obviously enjoying himself as he slowly stroked and softly sucked my husband’s prick.
It was an odd thing for me. I had on more than one occasion, watched myself, sucking my husband off in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Here however, I was watching someone else as they did it, not to mention in being his best friend Jack who now was. Unashamedly, I reached down, my still somewhat sensitive clit too tender to touch, though my fingers began slipping in and out of my very wet split, fingering myself once again unabashedly.
“Turn you on to see your husband’s cock getting sucked by another man?” Brad asked, his eyes clearly full of lust as he sat watching me finger myself, just as Doreen began doing too. And though he watched us, he spent equal time looking down, watching his prick disappear in and out of Jack’s mouth as his friend sucked him, licked him, and gently rolled his balls within the palm of his hand.
“That’s so fucking naughty hot!” Doreen mewled hotly, her fingers pinching her clit as she spread herself, clearly revealed, and then pulled it between the two only inches away from my husband’s face. “You see what watching you is doing to me?” she asked. Even I had to look at that, the wondrous expression in my own face as this creamy nectar like juice began flowing out of my best friend’s cunt. She gathered up a bit of her essence with two fingers, holding it like poi as she then fed it to Brad. He tasted her, sucking her fingers as she again dipped, scooping out another honeyed mouthful, and then giving it to me. I too licked, sucked, and cleaned off her lubricated fingers, savoring the taste of my best friend’s sweet tasty cum cream.
“Fuck man…I’m getting close!” Brad warned a few minutes later. It was evident he was, the strained look on his face, the almost glassy-eyed pleasure as he fought against the inevitable.
Even Jack looked up expectantly, wondering if he’d performed well enough. I was surprised when Doreen shook her head no. “All the way baby…same as I did,” she told him. I made her cum with my mouth, now…in all fairness, you have to do the same.”
Even Brad seemed surprised at that, expecting her to let Jack off the hook perhaps, but without any further hesitation, Jack once again surrounded my husband’s cock, sucking it with renewed interest, his hand likewise pumping his shaft bringing Brad closer and closer to his pleasure.
“Fuck dude! I’m gonna shoot!” I watched as my husband arched his back to some degree, his ass actually coming up out of the chair. For a second Jack quit sucking, though his hand continued to pump, his cheeks suddenly billowing out, and Doreen and I both knew, Brad’s prick was indeed filling his friends mouth with his hot fresh cream.
“Don’t swallow!” Doreen cried out surprising everyone. “Give it to me!”
My best friend certainly had a wild side, I’d seen it enough times before, though perhaps never quite to the same extent I was seeing it tonight. But even this was wickedly erotic, hearing her desire, and then seeing it as having finally drained my husband’s cock, Jack stood, his mouth full of Brad’s spunk, and then kissing his wife, slowly allowing Brad’s sperm to flow from his mouth into hers as she took it, only then swallowing, her hand already reaching down to grab onto his prick as they stood there together, stroking it.
“Fuck!” Brad moaned, the obvious pleasured exhaustion in his tone of voice, though marveling at the wickedly devilish act we both witnessed. “Unfucking believable!” he then added, which I could only agree with, shaking my head.
“I guess that means I’m up!” I announced, to which Doreen laughed.
“As is Jack,” she said still holding on to his massively hard prick. “So boys…what is it you’d like to see or do now?” she asked. “Some more pussy licking? Cunt fucking? What?” Even I could hear how turned on Doreen was, her tone having gone from naughty sounding, to pure lust in an instant. Even as she said that, she had buried her fingers back inside her cunt once again, openly frigging herself as we all stood there watching her.
I looked over towards Brad, wondering at that moment what was going on in his mind. “Whatever you’d like,” he said looking at me. “No matter what,” he then added seriously. “We’re with friends here, the best of friends, so as far as I’m concerned honey…the sky’s the limit!”
“A little conference then please?” Doreen suggested, “While we discuss this?” she said. “And why don’t you two do the same then, oh…and pour us some of those margarita’s while we all take a break for a minute.”
I let Doreen draw me off to one side, out of earshot from the boys, even then she still hadn’t quit touching herself. I had seen Doreen aroused, horny before of course, but never like this. “All right Doreen, spill it, what’s going on inside of that naughty, kinky, dirty minded head of yours?” I asked.
She grinned almost evilly. “Before I tell you what I’m thinking of, I have a question to ask you. And please…be honest with me when I do,” she said. Curious, I agreed. After all we’d been through together so far, I couldn’t imagine holding much back from her.
“Have you and Brad ever had anal sex before?”
The intimacy of her question surprised me, but after everything we’d been through so far tonight, holding back now seemed silly. “A few times, yes. Why?”
“Do you enjoy it when you do?” she asked without answering my question. “Or do you just do it for Brad?” she pressed.
I did feel my face growing red, but I answered her honestly. “No…I really do enjoy it, not something we do all the time mind you, but yes Doreen…I do. So again, I’ll ask you…why?”
“We haven’t,” she confessed, which for some reason surprised me. As open minded, certainly more so than I was, hearing her say this had taken me totally by surprise. “He’s always wanted to, but I’ve always been afraid to myself,” she continued by way of explanation. “We’ve even tried to do it, but I just can’t seem to relax enough to accommodate him, to allow it.”
“Why are you asking me this?” I then asked, now really curious as to where this was all going.
“Because there’s something else I’ve always wanted to see too,” she then told me. “You know how I told you I do have that strap on I purchased a while back?”
“Yeah?” I grinned. “So?”
“Well, I’ve actually fucked Jack with it,” she told me, another revelation that burned an immediate image inside my head.
“No shit! Seriously?”
“Fuck, I wouldn’t mind seeing something like that myself!” I openly admitted, once again aroused by the prospect of seeing it.
“Ok then, how about this one?” Doreen ventured. “Though I guess a lot of it will depend on how the guys might feel about it, but what I’d really like to see them do now…is this.”
Doreen told me what she’d love to see, my mouth agape, hanging open as she did, even as the boys approached us, fresh margaritas in hand. They could tell we’d been discussing something as they drew near.
“Ah oh…now we’re in for it!” Brad mused curiously, handing me my drink, which I damn near swallowed in one gulp. See this, he turned towards Jack. “Like I said…”
We had sat sipping our drinks taking a break while I likewise digested what it was that Doreen had asked me, and then suggested. Had it not been for the high level of arousal I was in, I might have said no to it, but the more I sat there, thinking about it, seeing my husband’s prick stiffen once again, along with looking at Jack’s, I finally made up my mind.
“Let’s do it,” I whispered a few minutes later, “provided they’re willing of course.” Doreen smiled knowingly.
“Oh, there’s no problem with Jack, trust me,” she winked. “It will depend entirely on your husband, if he’ll be willing to do it,” she then told me. I thought about that for only a moment.
“No problem, I know how to get him to agree to anything,” I then said. “You know Stacy and Ken, the gal that handles all the billing and invoicing for them?”
“Oh yeah, that cute little blonde with the enormous tits? You mean that one?” she laughed openly. “Which I honestly believe is one of the reasons the two of them hired her, why do you ask?” I laughed in agreement with that, though Stacy really was a whiz around the office, having kept things far more orderly than anyone else they had ever had.
“On fantasy night…”
“Never mind…I’ll tell you about that another time,” I said heading her off. “Anyway…we have a night, we call fantasy night. And on that night, we can tell, share, confess any of our darkest deepest desires with one another, and pretend if we want to even, to be someone else, or talk about someone else…openly, without reservation. So anyway…Brad told me on one of those nights how he’d actually stumbled into the bathroom at the main shop, especially since they only have the one there. Anyway, he thought that Stacy had gone out to lunch, not knowing she was still there. So he goes in to use the bathroom, and you know how that silly lock on the door is, one hard little push, and it opens anyway.”
“Yeah, noticed that myself once,” Doreen remembered as someone had likewise inadvertently opened the door on her once too. “Go on…”
“Anyway, so he opens the door, and there she is, sitting on the john, only the lids closed, she’s just using it for a seat, she’s got her legs spread wide open, and she’s using this vibrator on herself, doesn’t even realize for a second that poor Brad is standing there looking at her.”
“Oh my God, that’s too fucking funny! Then what happened?”
Finally, she realizes he’s standing there, except she doesn’t freak out, come all unglued or anything like that. A little embarrassed by it yes, but she doesn’t jump up or try to hide what it was she was doing either. Brad apologizes, backs out and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she comes out, a pleasured smile on her face. Obviously, she finished doing what she’d gone in there to do in the first place. Later on, when Brad came to ask her about one of the client bills that was still pending, she asks him if that had made him nervous, or upset him any. Telling him she hoped it hadn’t, as she and Ken had a pretty open marriage. It seems that they have partied and played with a few other couples themselves. Which he told me all about of course that night, long before the four of us even did anything ourselves. Anyway, he’d mentioned it as something to think about, should we ever decide we might want to. Needless to say, I know he’d love to stick his dick in her cunt…so, having said that.” I grinned at Doreen.
Once again Doreen laughed. “Well, we’ll use that perhaps, but only if we have too. I think, we’ll get them to go along with it without having to resort to that, though it’s certainly something for us to discuss at a later time, not to mention I want to hear more about these fantasy nights of yours,” she said winking at me. “But I think, after all this, we’ll let Jack actually do the convincing himself, trust me,” she added smiling.
“So…you two ready for some more fun?” Jack asked hopefully, not yet having gotten his own rocks off yet, his prick, though somewhat flaccid at the moment, looked on the verge of already beginning to stiffen again at the mere mention of that.
“We certainly are,” Doreen smiled wickedly. “And there’s something that Cindy and I have discussed as what we’d both like to see and do, provided you two are as well of course.”
“Which is?” Brad asked curiously, though I noticed that his cock too had suddenly seemed to express its own interest.
“Well, the one thing I’ve never been able to do yet, and something that Jack has always wanted to do, is fuck my ass. Obviously, Cindy and Brad have before…several times.”
“You have?” Jack said spinning towards Brad. “You lucky fuck you! Damn!” Brad grinned sheepishly.
“Anyway, here’s the deal here. Cindy’s agreed to let Jack have her ass, but only if Jack’s willing to let Steve have his.”
“What? Excuse me? You wanna run that one by me again?” Brad stated incredulously. As Doreen knew it would be, Jack immediately jumped in.
“Brad, buddy, listen up for a minute,” Jack urged his friend. “Doreen’s fucked me several times with her strap on, and to be honest about it, I like it! It feels damn fucking good, especially if she’s jerking me off with her hand at the same time. So…having a real cock in my ass wouldn’t be any big deal to me, provided you’re ok with it,” he then stated. “So I wouldn’t mind it at all…if you don’t. And I’d finally get to feel what it’s like myself…at least once!” Jack half begged his friend.
Brad looked at me, quizzically, curiously, wondering. “I’d personally love seeing that myself,” I told him candidly. “So if you’re ok with it honey…you know I am, and obviously Jack and Doreen are. And didn’t we already say earlier that the sky’s the limit?”
He only took a moment more to actually think about it. “I guess, but not without protection,” he stated a second later. Jack grinned.
“No worries, lots of rubbers up in our bedroom,” he said. “As a matter of fact, why don’t we take all this up there now anyway where we can get a lot more comfortable too.”
“Yeah, and be able to see ourselves in the wall mirror!” Doreen added as suggestion, which I knew Jack would love seeing, having already approached me with turning one wall of our bedroom into mirrors just as our friends had done.
Grabbing our drinks, we soon followed one another into the house and upstairs into their bedroom. Doreen opened the vanity, producing some very slick very special lubricant, which they had actually tried using before. And though as good as it was, she’d still been unable to accommodate her husband even with that.
“Here’s the condoms, and here’s this lubricant we bought a while back too,” she added handing it to Brad.
Within minutes, I had positioned myself on the bed, kneeling down, looking at myself in the wall mirror as Jack knelt behind me, first rolling down the condom over his hard stiff prick, and then applying some lubrication to himself, as well as to me afterwards.
I knew what was coming next, as we talked about it privately outside, wondering now if Brad would be willing to go along with it as Doreen spoke. “Brad? Once Jack’s inside your wife’s ass? See if you can get your nice hard cock inside of his too. I would love to see the three of you all fucking like that together, if you think you can manage it,” Doreen finally said spitting it all out.
“Yeah, I’d love seeing that myself, especially watching it in the mirror,” I then added, hoping that would be enough to convince Brad to try anyway, though I was prepared to take it a step further if I had to.
We all waited a moment as Brad sat there thinking about it. Maybe it was the realization that I’d be involved in it as well that convinced him. That way it wouldn’t just be he and his best friend one on one together or something like that.
“Ok,” he said simply, and then smiled as Doreen rolled on one of the other condoms over his prick, taking some minor pleasure in her doing that as she did do.
“Now, wait until Jack’s all nice and comfy inside Cindy’s ass,” she suggested excitedly. “Then I’ll lube up Jack’s ass for you once he’s in there.”
As I watched us in the mirror, my ass raised up, my breasts pressed against the mattress, Jack then slowly managed his cock inside my tight hot ass until I felt the entire length of him filling me fully. Once he was, he remained so positioned half squatting over me, as Doreen now took charge, guiding Brad’s prick towards her husband’s well-lubricated asshole. Unlike Jack, Brad would be near standing upright behind the two of us as Doreen helped ease him inside.
“Oh fuck! That’s hot!” she said once he was in, as we all turned to look at ourselves in the mirror. Surprisingly enough, it was too. “Too bad it wouldn’t be too awkward, I’m half tempted to get out my strap-on,” she joked seriously.
“You know…what you can do is this,” I then realized. “Slip underneath me…I still haven’t tasted you yet you know!”
Delighted, Doreen quickly did just that, slipping in beneath me where I was easily able to lick her deliciously wet split, feeling Jack’s hard stiff cock buried deep in my ass where he began to slowly, somewhat cautiously fuck me, though I was already used to him being inside and urged him then to take more forceful pleasures with me. Likewise, looking in the mirror, Brad too was now doing the same to Jack, moving with him, thrusting inwards just as Jack was, soon getting into a nice slow steady rhythm of it as the four of us now began truly enjoying ourselves. I was pleased by the expression on my own husband’s face to see whatever doubts or concerns he might have had, they were now gone as he slid in and out of Jack’s ass with ease, and a smile on his face as he did so.
“Oh yeah, fuck his ass baby!” I cried out, and fuck mine too!” I likewise urged Jack unnecessarily.
“Shut up and eat my cunt!” Doreen reminded me however, as I’d suddenly neglected her, returning immediately to once again begin lapping at her wide-open pussy with my tongue.
Doreen lay on her back beneath me, pulling and twisting on her nipples, crying out obscenities as she did. I lay, licking her sweet delicious pussy, sucking her clit, reaching back between my legs as I frigged my own hard clit, the feel of Jack’s prick skewering me from behind. And then Jack in turn, feeling my own husband’s cock ramming in and out of his ass simultaneously.
It wasn’t long before the intensity of that began triggering orgasms. Jack had been forced to endure the longest, so it wasn’t at all unexpected when he simply announced it, thrusting deep, grunting, moaning, and then filling me with his hot wet delicious cream.
“Oh fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes!” He screamed out. I could feel his prick throbbing, squirting, splashing the inside of my ass with his spunk, seconds later, Doreen too crying out, her orgasm suddenly claiming her, the additional arrival of her own juice, suddenly increasing as she bathed my face in her rapturous joy.
“Oh man, oh man!” Brad cried out a moment or two after that, and then he too launched his own spunk, tossing ribbons of sperm up his friend’s tight ass. Hearing that, hearing the excitement and joy from our two friends, and then finally my husband’s, my own cunt just seemed to explode, robbing me of whatever sanity I had left, my fingers clamping down on my clit, squeezing it as I came, even as Jack’s prick finally softened enough to pop out of me with a wet sticky “plop” sounding noise.
We all collapsed shortly after that, lying in a big heap for a while trying to collect our respective breaths.
Sunday the boys got up early and went to play a round of golf. And this Sunday was certainly no exception. Though it had been a late night for all of us, they had still gotten up and had left long before I myself had finally managed to roll out of bed. I had just finished showering when the phone rang. Not at all surprised to see by the caller ID that it was Doreen who was calling me.
“Just,” I sighed pleasurably into the phone, hearing Doreen laugh as I did so.
“Hell yes…you have some, or you asking me?” Once again hearing her laugh.
“Just made it, I’ll have it poured and waiting for you,” after which, she simply hung up.
I thought about dressing, then said “fuck it” and tossed on a robe only instead. I was surprised to feel somewhat aroused, in a bit of a naughty mood as I crossed the back yard leading into our friend’s house with nothing more on than my bathrobe. I was pleased to see that Doreen was likewise so garbed as she handed me my coffee cup the moment I entered.
“Didn’t feel much like getting dressed either,” she stated upon seeing me. “And I’m surprised the boys even got up to go golfing. Thought they’d be exhausted after last night.”
“Are you kidding?” I told her then. “Hell, Brad wanted to fuck me the moment he rolled out of bed this morning, I told him to go and jack himself off instead. He merely laughed, told me maybe he’d have Jack do it for him then if I wouldn’t. The crazy thing about that was, that made me horny! I damn near chased after him, but it was too late, they were already pulling out of the driveway together by the time I reached the door. I did flash the two of them however,” I said grinning, hearing Doreen laugh.
She glanced at the clock. “What time’s their tee-time this morning?” she asked.
“Eight fifteen,” I responded, it was nearly that now. “Why do you ask?”
“Come on…bring your coffee, I have an idea,” she grinned as I followed her back up the stairs to her bedroom. The moment we arrived, she rummaged through her drawer, finally producing the strap on she’d been telling me about, and which she’d almost gotten out the night before.
“What the hell are you doing?” I asked. But she didn’t respond, merely picking up her cell phone instead, dialing Jack’s number.
“What is it baby?” I heard him ask as she’d put him on speaker. “We’re just teeing off now!”
“Just you two?” she asked curiously.
“Yeah why? We were lucky this morning, so we’re just going out by ourselves, what’s up?”
“Well…thought you might like to play another game at the same time, if you’re interested, she hinted saying. “I’m lying here right now with Cindy beside me, we’re naked…and I just took out my strap on.”
“Fuck!” Brad said in the background, obviously he could hear this, making me laugh.
“Yep, he’s still horny!” I told her. “Like I said…”
“Go on…” Jack urged taking interest.
“Well, here’s how we play…which should likewise make things interesting for you two as well. I know you’re both fairly even right, handicaps and all that yes?”
“Yes…” Jack said drawing out the word curiously.
“Ok, what’s the par on the first hole?” she asked.
“A four,” Jack responded.
“Ok, whichever one of you wins the hole, then the other one has to stroke the other’s dick the number of strokes of the hole, plus whatever amount he was beaten by in addition to that. So…let’s say you lose by one, that means you have to stroke Brad’s cock five times before going to the next hole. And on this end, that means I have to fuck Cindy’s cunt with the strap on five times too. Sound fun?”
It was Brad that answered into the phone taking it away from Jack.
“You being serious? Or are you just teasing with us?” he asked. Now it was my turn to answer him back.
“Very serious, we’ll be right here waiting for the results of each hole, and by the way, as proof, we’ll send you pictures of us, and we’ll of course require and expect pictures back from you two after every hole. In fact, if you can…make it interesting. That will make it even more enjoyable on this end.”
“Ditto that, you two do the same then for us,” Jack now said having taken back the phone. “Ok, my turn to tee off, we’ll call you back shortly with the results!”
“We’ll start out on the bed,” Doreen suggested. “Then we’ll choose another place, another position for them after they call back again. Oh…and maybe we’d better grab one of my other vibrators too…just in case.”
“Just in case?”
“Yeah, you’ll see…I just thought of something.”
A few minutes later they called back. Jack already sending over a photo as proof. “I won the hole by one,” he said grinning. Brad’s giving my dick five strokes for the loss now, he said counting them off pleasurably as he did. “So that means…”
“Yeah, I know…I get to fuck Doreen,” I said actually excited to do so, already putting on her strap on, then kneeling behind her on the bed as Doreen snapped off a photo, sending it to them. She then counted off five slow nice thrusts into her cunt while the guys sat listening.
“Nice…on to the next hole,” he said emphasizing the word. “Call you back shortly…and soon too. It’s a par three, easy one.”
As we waited, Doreen and I moved off into the bathroom. “They’ll like this…Jack love’s fucking me in here,” she informed me. Seconds later the phone rang.
“We tied on that one…now what?”
“A ties as good as a loss in my book,” Doreen said making up the rules here which I knew she was. “So…you each have to give one another three strokes, same as we do.”
“Nice…” Jack smiled into the phone. “Only make this one interesting for us,” he asked. “Same there,” she told him. Seconds later we got back a picture. Jack had obviously positioned the cell phone camera on timer, mounting it on the cart. They stood together on the green, holding the flag between them, each one of them with their hands on the others dicks.
“Our turn,” Doreen stated, handing me her double dildo. “Bend over, cheek to cheek, but make sure they can see the toy in each of our cunts when we send this.”
We had a quick, though pleasurable three strokes against one another, and then sent the photo.
“This is fucking fun,” I admittedly stated. “Though I think by the time the boys finish up, we’re all going to be wound up tighter than drums.”
“Yes…won’t we though?” Doreen grinned wickedly.
For the next two hours we teased one another with even more provocative poses and conversation, watching the boys as they sent back pictures of them playing with one another, sometimes leaning against the cart, one…with Brad actually laying on the green, Jack kneeling beside him dick in hand, though appearing a bit nervous as he did so. In kind, and for the effort, Doreen and I had run outside into the front yard, quickly looking about, and then tossing off our robes, her mounting me from behind with the strap-on, fucking me as we hurriedly took the photo sending it back, and then racing back inside the house before being seen.
“How many more holes?” I asked hotly. “I’m about to explode here!” I told her.
“Just two more,” she stated. “But we need something really, really good to finish off the game with,” she said thinking about it. And then smiled.
“Where are you playing?” she asked after the next call, watching Brad as he then stroked Jack’s prick as he stood next to a tree, the clubhouse just behind where they were heading for the last and final hole.
“West Gate, why?”
“That’s only ten, fifteen minutes from here yes? Look for us out in the parking lot in about twenty then,” she told him. “We’ll be in the motor home, naked. You two can add up your final scores for us then.” And with that, Doreen hung up the phone.
“What are we doing?” I asked laughing nervously. “That doesn’t give me much time to get dressed you know!”
“Dressed? Honey, you are dressed…or rather undressed just perfectly. Now, come on, grab the toys, your robe while I get my purse.” Once again I followed my crazy-assed friend out to their motor home wearing nothing but my bathrobe.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I told her. “I’ve never been outside like this before in my life. What if we get pulled over or something?”
“I have no intention of breaking the speed limit honey, but even if we do…it will certainly make for interesting conversation then won’t it?”
Sure enough, Doreen pulled the motor home into the parking lot of the golf club exactly twenty minutes later. She located a spot in one corner of the lot just big enough to easily and safely park the motor home. Looking up, I smiled upon seeing both Jack and Brad already heading our way.
“So…how was the golf game?” Doreen asked the moment the boys stepped inside. She and I were both totally naked sitting in the front seats as they entered. Brad and Jack looked at one another grinning, then back at us.
“It was the worst game, and the best game of my entire life!” Jack grinned. “Do you know how difficult it is trying to hit a golf ball with an erection? Every time I looked down trying to address the ball, the first thing I noticed was this enormous bulge in my pants. Let’s just say it was damn fucking difficult trying to concentrate, keeping my eye on the ball, when all I could see was my own stiff prick!”
“So what was the final score anyway?” I asked.
“We both pared the last hole, so fives, though I managed to beat Jack by four total strokes today,” Brad grinned.
“Well in that case, what I think we should do is this then,” Doreen began, the boys looking back and forth between one another, knowing full well that whatever Doreen had come up with would no doubt be interesting. “Since you both tied the last hole, you’ll each give the other five minutes of cock sucking, though we’ll add an additional four minutes to Brad since he beat Jack by four strokes. So Jack? You’ll suck Brad’s prick for an additional four minutes. And that means of course, that Cindy and I will fuck one another simultaneously for five minutes, with this!” she said holding up the double-dildo. And then I’ll finish up by going down on Cindy for four minutes after that.”
“I may not be able to last five minutes,” Jack said, his cock still rather large and hard inside his pants.
“Let alone nine,” Brad added, “Your crazy idea out on the course has me ready to spit one out right now as it is! Especially seeing you two sitting here like this. And please, don’t tell me you actually drove here like that either. Though on the other hand…do. Even imagining you doing something as crazy as that has me hornier than hell!”
“Well then? How about you two settle up while we watch? And then you can sit back, relax for a few moments while we do. After that…” Doreen said grinning.
For me, there was just something sexy-erotic, dirty-nasty about seeing Jack take my husband’s cock in his mouth and visa versa. Stripping off their clothes, I watched Brad kneel on the floor of the motor home between Jack’s legs as he took a seat in one of the rear captain’s chairs. Jack’s cock was rock hard and waiting as Brad playfully fondled it only moments before wrapping his lips around his shaft, sucking it.
Doreen stood up from her seat, already moving towards the back where she stood off to one side, unabashedly fingering herself as he did so. Somewhat nervous about continuing to sit in the front windowed seat the way that I was, I too quickly moved towards the back, sitting across from the three of them at the kitchen table, legs spread, and soon likewise fingering my own needful clit.
“Times up!” Doreen called out when it was, though by the look on poor Jack’s face, he was only seconds away from cumming. “I said…time’s up, unless you’d like a penalty stroke,” she warned.
Reluctantly, even Brad took a moment longer before releasing his best friends cock, now taking his place in the chair as they switched positions. “Nine minutes huh?” Brad grinned excitedly. “Like I said…don’t be surprised.”
I was actually looking forward to seeing that myself, standing up for a better look, coming up behind Doreen as she stood there, my hands immediately coming around to cup her breasts as I began playing with them. We stood, watching Jack’s tongue as it began to swirl around the head of my husband’s cock, lapping at it wildly, Brad’s eyes half rolling back into his head as he tossed his head back against the seat, reveling in the naughty-hot experience he was feeling.
Doreen was in fact keeping track of the time, but he was barely into the seventh minute of heaven when the look on his face told us all he wasn’t going to last the full nine, let alone nine seconds longer.
“Fuck man, I’m gonna cum!” He announced, his face suddenly taking on an almost pleasured-pained look as he arched his back, his ass coming up off the seat of the chair.
“Let us see it!” Doreen begged, kneeling down beside Jack as I then did myself. Doreen reached out with her hand, taking my husband’s prick in it, Jack’s still on it as well, to which I then added my own. The three of us jacking him up and down, expectantly waiting for the explosion to come, which soon did.
Every once in a while, Brad would get so worked up that it seemed like he could squirt forever. And this was one of those times! I knew it the moment the first enormous streamer of spunk leapt from the head of his prick. It skyrocketed well over everyone’s heads landing on the floor of the motor home somewhere behind us. It was immediately followed by a long flowing spritzer of cream that just drooled, dribbling from the head of his cock as we all pumped it. But I could see by Brad’s expression, the second forceful jettison of his spunk was already well on the way.
“Here comes another!” I announced excitedly, and sure enough, it did. This one too suddenly shooting out of the head of my husband’s dick in a forked tongue like expulsion, perfectly splitting apart, perfectly hitting both Doreen and I squarely in the face as though he had planned it that way.
“Oh yes! Yes!” Doreen cried out happily, anxiously waiting for another which followed almost immediately, though this one too shot well over her head, some of which falling into her hair and down across her back.
Jack took aim of it then however, pointing Brad’s cock towards me, more directly against my breasts as the next searing ribbon of sperm splashed against them, covering each as Jack happily pumped it, watching my husband’s cream criss-crossing both nipples expertly.
“Fuck!” Brad cried out deliriously, Jack now leaning over once again, engulfing Brad’s cock, sucking down the last couple of now minor squirtings until he had drained him entirely.
“Holy shit that was intense!” Brad moaned pleasurably.
Still sticky and covered with cum, Doreen now directed me to join her on the soft carpeted floor in front of them, holding the double dildo in her hand, waggling it at me. “Ready for some nice easy double-fucking?” she grinned.
I was so fucking horny myself, that I seriously doubted Doreen would even get that fake prick inside me before I came. As the boys then sat in their chairs, recuperating and watching us, Doreen and I positioned ourselves on the floor in front of them, easing in the enormous prick until we’d each consumed half of it, now touching ass to ass, connected fully and deeply.
“Watch the time,” Doreen told her husband. “Five minutes, and then after that…I’ll give Cindy’s pussy a real nice licking for four more!”
Like Brad had stated, I wasn’t sure I’d even last for five minutes without coming myself, but regardless of that, I was more than ready to begin anyway as Doreen teased me briefly with a few backward thrusts, her ass smacking against my own as she did so.
After Jack announced “Go!” Doreen and I began humping back against one another, the slick firm dildo fucking into each of us simultaneously.
“Oh man…look at those titties swing!” Brad exclaimed excitedly. I looked up, his hand once again wrapped about his cock, and though it had softened considerably after his very recent climax, he was already beginning to play with it, flapping it about, well on its way back to hardness once again.
The sound of our wet cunts being filled, the squishy erotic noises we each began making merely heightened the erotic coupling as the boys sat watching us. I felt Doreen’s ass bumping and then grinding into my own as we skewered one another wildly.
“Sorry baby…time!” Jack announced apologetically. By the look on her face, Doreen had nearly reached climax, as I nearly had as well, though now looking forward to doing so on my friend’s tongue as she ate me instead.
“Suck’s to lose doesn’t it?” he laughed.
“Suck’s to win too!” Brad grinned, his cock actually hard and stiff again as he sat there smiling, playing with it.
We all laughed at that, as Doreen repositioned herself between my legs, spreading me obscenely before wrapping her lips around my hard extended clit.
“After this what?” Jack asked curiously. Doreen mouthed her answer into my pussy.
“Get it hard again firsth, then we’ll Thsee,” she giggled, and proceeded to gently torture my clit all the while saying that.
Jack forgot all about the time, which I didn’t mind in the least, nor did anyone else for that matter either. When I came, I literally screamed. Had anyone been near the motor home, they’d have no doubt thought someone was being murdered. My orgasm was about as intense as it had ever been, Doreen’s finger’s caressing and massaging my “g” spot, her lips sucking my clit gloriously, Brad and Jack finally both getting into the fray as well, sucking each of my almost super sensitized nipples. I came so hard that for a moment I thought I was going to pass out.
By the time I had gathered my wits about me, Doreen was again kneeling on the floor in front of both Jack and Brad, sucking their cocks together. Just seeing her as she held them side by side, somehow managing to get each of them into her mouth, at least partially anyway, was a sight to behold. She continued to do so until she was satisfied both of the boys were rock hard and once again horny as hell.
“Well now,” she grinned wickedly. “You ready to hear the rest of my naughty ideas?”
“You name it, I’m game!” Jack told her as Brad likewise nodded his head in agreement.
“You’re sure about that,” she smiled even more devilishly, suddenly picking up and then strapping on her female penis.
“Ever been fucked baby?” she said looking at Brad who’s face suddenly went blank. She laughed at that, “Obviously…not. But I promise to be gentle with you,” she told my husband winking at me as she said that. “Cherry huh?”
“Very…cherry,” I giggled. “Though he has had and enjoyed my fingers up inside his ass many times,” I then told my friend.
Still unsure of the situation, Doreen took charge leading him back into their rather spacious little bedroom towards the back. “Don’t worry baby, I promise, you’ll enjoy this almost as much as I will,” she again grinned, though my husband’s concerned look said otherwise.
“Come on you two…and I’ll tell you what the first thing is we’re all going to enjoy together once I get this nice hard little cock of mine inside Brad’s sweet tight little ass!”
To Doreen’s credit, she really did take her time, with plenty of lubrication, in addition to my sucking and stroking Brad’s cock while she eased herself inside, eventually she had filled him completely. It was a bit strange seeing my husband on all fours, Doreen mounting him from behind. But at the same time, it was for me a wonderfully erotic little vision that soon had my clit quivering in expectation of things to come.
“Ok jack, come slide underneath Brad here so you can have a nice go at his prick. Doreen honey? I think Jack would love it if you’d pay his some attention now too, and after we’ve all enjoyed this for a while, we’ll switch, and you can then fuck Jack’s tight little ass, how’s that sound?”
It was indeed amazing to see Doreen fucking my husband, his prick simultaneously being sucked off by Jack as I in turn munched down on his. Brad later told me, confessing it that when he came again, his orgasm was as nearly intense, if not more so than any he had ever had before. The fact that he nearly drowned Jack when he came was more than enough confirmation of that, triggering Jack’s release only moments later as his hot delicious spunk then filled my mouth.
We didn’t get to switch things around as Doreen had initially planned, eventually we did hear someone knocking on the door of the motor home, telling us if we didn’t leave, they’d be forced to call the police on us. I guess we’d gotten too nosey after all, but regardless of that, it was one of the best days spent that I had ever recalled.
Exhausted, we all just sat around relaxing, satisfied, yet at the same time, still somehow curiously aroused as we began to discuss and share our thoughts, feelings and fantasies. Deciding at that moment that there was still so much more for the four of us to explore. Though we’d also brought up the possibility of including a few others, which once again brought up Ken and Stacy’s name as we talked about it.
“You know…we do start bowling again soon in a few months,” Jack reminded us all. We’d been bowling on a winter league now together for the past three years. “And…since Mike and Jill won’t be joining us again this year, we are looking for another couple to fill out the team. Maybe…we should invite them to join us, see how it goes.”
Doreen laughed as she sat there thinking about it.
“What?” Jack asked her.
“Oh, nothing really, I was just thinking how we could convert pin totals into something similar to the way we played golf earlier today,” she said smiling.
Brad turned looking at Jack the moment she said that.
“Fuck, you ever tried bowling with a hardon?” he asked.
“I was just wondering about that myself,” he responded back. “There goes my average…”
They turned just in time to see me stand, strapping on Doreen’s hard little girl prick.
“And speaking of average…there’s nothing average about any of this anymore is there?”
“Nope, not any more there isn’t,” my husband said as he stood up undoing his belt smiling at me as he did so.