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Cabin in the Woods

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure we will,” I replied. And we did.


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My mind returned to happy thoughts of the previous night, but then another thought came to my mind. I said, “You know, we could listen to each other fucking over the wall all week, if we want to; but am I the only one who thinks it would be really hot to fuck in the same room together — where we could see each other, and not just hear? I mean, we don’t have to swing or swap, or anything like that — just have sex with our own spouses, where we can watch each other.”

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

Sharon grinned shyly. “Me, too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then Naked Week it shall be!” Walt proclaimed.


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

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

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

Suddenly, out of the blue, Sharon sat up and turned toward Jean. “Hey Jeannie,” she called, “you wanna come over and check this out?”

Jean looked at her questioningly. “Are you sure?” Then she turned to Walt, who gestured that it was OK with him. When she looked at me, I just said that if it was OK with Walt and Sharon, I wasn’t going to object.

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

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

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

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

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

“Please do,” Sharon replied. “I was hoping you would.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My god!” she exclaimed. “That was incredible! I should’ve let Walt eat my pussy years ago!” For his part, Walt could only smile.

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

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


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

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

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

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

“Oh god, Ben,” she groaned, “you’re going to make me come!”

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

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

“Oh god,” she panted. “That was nice. Thank you, Ben.”

“Shucks, ma’am,” I grinned, “the pleasure was all mine.”

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

“Oh, yes!” she cried. “Oh, Ben, I’m going to come again! Oh god!”

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

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

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

“Oh god, Jeannie,” I groaned. “I want you so bad.”

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


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

“Curious?” I asked. “Curious about what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course.”

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

“Of course.”

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

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

“I wonder what they’re talking about,” he mused.

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


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

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

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

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

“It’s time,” said Sharon.

“Yup,” replied Jean. “Let’s do this.”

And with that, they both stood up, pushed the man they’d just been blowing back onto the couch, and straddled his lap. Then they both slowly lowered themselves onto the cock of the man who wasn’t their husband.

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

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

“My god!’ Jean gasped, “your cock is so thick — I just feel so. . . spread open! God, Sharon — and you get this whenever you want!”

Sharon grinned. “Mmm-hmm; told ya. And your guy’s equipment is pretty amazing, too. No-one has ever been inside me so deep! So nice. . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Even Jean was taken aback by Walt’s raunchiness. “My god, Sweetheart!” she exclaimed. “Are you really eating Ben’s cum out of me?”

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

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

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

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

Jean gasped. “You’re not gonna. . .”

“Uh-huh,” Walt answered. “I sure am. We’ll take it slow; try to relax. . .”

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

“Shit!” she yelled.

“No, it’s just me,” Walt replied, smirking.

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

“OK, Ben,” he began, “Here’s where you come in.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You ready?” he asked, “‘Cuz here I come!”

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

“I keep telling you, it’s just me,” Walt replied, with a chuckle.

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

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

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


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

“Any regrets?” I asked her

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

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

She pondered my question for a few seconds. “Not better,” she replied, “not at all; different. Sometimes you want a steak, and sometimes you want lobster. And if you have lobster once in a while, you might enjoy the steak even more. Besides, I’m only married to you.”

I can live with that. . .


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

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