A couple of nights in a rented house in the countryside? Sounded nice to me. When our close friends Steven and Scarlett suggested we join them for part of their holiday, I jumped at the opportunity. They promised we would go on some hikes, eat good food, do some drugs, play some games, and thoroughly relax. Exactly my kind of holiday. It didn't take long for my wife Donna to get into the idea once I told her about the offer.
We packed the essentials while talking about everything we wanted to do this weekend, and everything we would be glad not to have to do. It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, and it was our first one with our friends. "I can't wait to see you in that" I told my wife as she packed some of her summer clothes. I could see she was taking some of my favorite outfits, like the light blue tank top that hugged her curves and the short skirt that showed off her long legs. I followed her lead and packed some things I knew she liked to see me in. Donna smiled at how excited I was about the trip.
What I didn't tell anyone is that I was also excited to be alone with just my wife and our friends. Scarlett is a good-looking woman, and Steven is handsome and athletic. Lately, they had worked their way into my fantasies. I pictured cute Scarlett down on her knees in front of me, my cock inches from her face, as she smiled up at me and then took me in her mouth. I pictured Steven kissing my wife Donna, then pushing her back on the bed, aiming his cock at her wet pussy. I pictured Scarlett and Donna lying next to each other on their backs, holding hands, while they were fucked first by their own husbands, and then by each other's husbands. I felt guilty about having these thoughts, but I told myself that it was just a fantasy, that it would never happen. And I would never do anything to threaten my marriage with Donna, or our friendship with Steven and Scarlett, or their marriage for that matter. But the thought kept creeping in.
Finally, the weekend came and we piled everything into the car. The trip there was uneventful, and sadly non-erotic, as I was more concerned with not getting lost on the godforsaken country roads than with my wife's hot body sitting beside me. She was wearing that hot blue tank top and short black shorts. If I wasn't so eager to meet our friends, I may have pulled over on one of these lonely country roads and enjoyed some hot, awkward car sex. Finally, we pulled up to the cottage.
It was smaller than I expected from the picture, but looked peaceful and rustic as advertised. Steven and Scarlett were already there. Hearing our car, they came out to greet us. Steven welcomed me with his customary handshake, and then leaned over and gave Donna a hug. As Scarlett embraced me, I felt her soft body press against my hard chest, giving me some decidedly wicked thoughts. She was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and shorts, looking fresh and summery. She released me to greet Donna, and I watched their bosoms press together as they hugged. More wicked thoughts.
They showed us the accommodations. The cottage had a large open downstairs area with a kitchen and living room. There was a fireplace that we had no use for in the middle of summer, and a couple of couches, but that was about it. No TV, computer, or any electronic device capable of blasting a presidential tweet into our abused brains. I felt free.
The upstairs floor had two bedrooms and a single shared bathroom. I noticed that the two bedrooms shared a flimsy-looking wall. Looked like the owner had turned a single bedroom cottage into a double bedroom on the cheap. I pondered the implication of the thin wall. Would Donna be comfortable banging in here with our friends right on the other side of this wall? I hoped the setup wouldn't ruin our vacation. I also wondered if Steven and Scarlett had similar concerns when they saw the bedrooms.
After unpacking the car, we spent the rest of the morning hiking through the countryside. Large open spaces and fresh greenery were a pleasant change from city life. I enjoyed the scenery, which intermittently included two lovely female bodies. Whenever the girls walked in front of us, I admired the way that their shorts hugged their asses. The way their hair blew in the wind. Not to mention the way that their breasts bounced and swayed in their little tank tops they wore. I occasionally glanced at Steven to make sure he didn't see me enjoying his wife, but his eyes were already locked on Donna as she scrambled over a large rock in the path. I felt no jealously, but it made me wonder if Donna had worn her skimpy outfit just for me, or if she had thought about who else might be watching her. Or maybe she just wore it because it was hot out... I probably shouldn't jump to conclusions. But if Donna was teasing both of us men on purpose, was Scarlett doing the same? Both women were dressed nearly identically, in tight clothing that was hard to ignore. I made an effort not to stare. Nothing would ruin this vacation faster than making everyone think I was some kind of pervert. Even if there was some truth to that.
We fired up the grill and barbequed our dinner, eating at the picnic table behind the cabin. There was a cool breeze that helped to cut the heat from the blazing sun, although it was finally setting down on the horizon. Dinner conversation was mundane, as Steven seemed most interested in talking about upcoming films he was excited about. Eventually, though, Scarlett commented on the cabin, and asked us what we thought of it.
"It's very cozy and romantic," said Donna. "Perfect for relaxing."
"We thought the same when we first got here," said Steven.
There was a pause in the conversation. I wondered if anyone else was thinking about the problem with the sleeping situation. I felt relieved when Steven brought it up.
"Not much privacy up there. Are you guys ok with that?"
"We all know what happens on vacation," said Donna, "and we're all adults. We can deal with it."
Everyone seemed satisfied with that, and I felt a great sense of relief that I wasn't going to have to spend the weekend celibate. We moved on to drinks, Steven put on some music, and I rolled a joint. We all settled in on the couches to enjoy our evening, talking excitedly about our plans for this getaway. Eventually, Donna expressed the desire to play a game, and everyone seemed keen. I had brought something for just this occasion and ran to get it.
The game was called "Spank the Yeti," but it was basically "Marry, Fuck, Kill" with more options for what to do. One player got cards with three people and three activities, and had to decide what they would do to each person. Other players tried to guess what the answers would be for points. We had all played it before, and, while it was a little bit raunchy, it didn't go too far. Knowing how to play, we started the first round. I went first, and laughed when I saw the three people I had to choose from:
- Mona Lisa
- An angry kangaroo
- A crowd of sports mascots
And my three actions I had to match with those people:
- Film a sex tape with
- Tango with
- Share an apartment with
I chose to share the apartment with Mona Lisa because she was the quietest, tango with the angry kangaroo because anger would add a fiery passion to the dance, and film a sex tape with the mascots because at least it would be funny. Donna correctly guessed all my answers, winning the most points for that round. The losers downed their drinks, which is a rule I don't remember agreeing to, but apparently this was now a drinking game. After a few more rounds, we had all chugged at least one drink and were all feeling good. Donna and Scarlett were the losers in the next round. Scarlett's drink was immediately gone, but my wife hesitated.
Donna begged me for an exception from the drinking, which surprised me a bit, since I was unaware that I was any kind of referee for the game. I refused her request, though, since it didn't seem to fit the spirit of the game. "You drink for me" she insisted anyway, pushing her glass over to me.
"What's in this for me?" I asked, not ready to let her off the hook just yet.
"Sexual favors?" she laughed. I scratched my chin thoughtfully, not sure how to answer that in front of my friends, and pretty surprised that my wife had said that in the first place. She must already be tipsy.
"Not fair," said Scarlett. "What are the rest of us supposed to offer him?"
"Well you can offer," said Donna. I chuckled and downed the drink, not sure how to respond to that. I glanced at Steven and Scarlett's faces, trying to see their reaction to that, but they were already preparing the next hand.
Scarlett leaned over the card box, her low-cut shirt dropping open enough to afford a good look at her large, pale breasts. "We've done these ones before," she complained as she flipped through them. "I know, let's make up our own."
Everyone seemed into the idea, and Donna jumped up and grabbed some paper and pens. It was Steven's turn next. Donna and I came up with the people, while Scarlett jotted down three actions. Donna suggested Donald Trump and Ghandi. I whispered "Let's make it difficult for him" and wrote down Steven's own wife, Scarlett, as one of the choices. We revealed the three people to Steven, and he groaned when he saw Scarlett's name written down.
"Are you guys trying to get me in trouble?" he complained.
"Yes" everyone else answered, nearly in unison. Scarlett started to laugh, and the rest of us joined in when we saw the action cards she had created. I always suspected that she had a but of a dirty mind, and these actions seemed to confirm it. They were all sexual. The people cards were placed down on the table:
- Trump
- Mahatma Gandhi
- Scarlett
And the actions:
- Give oral sex to
- Receive oral sex from
- Receive anal sex from
We all made our predictions and waited for the reveal. Steven began with the most difficult one.
"I would receive anal sex from Gandhi," he deadpanned. "Because I think he would be the gentlest."
We all nodded at his wisdom.
"I would give oral sex to Trump," Steven continued. "Because it doesn't say it has to be Donald Trump. There's always Ivanka."
We laughed, and Scarlett chastised him for not following the spirit of the game. I vowed to be more specific next time.
"And finally, my easiest choice was to receive oral sex from Scarlett, because I know she likes it too, and she knows what I like." He flashed her a smile, which she happily returned. I was smiling too. Finding out that Scarlett liked sucking cock and was good at it was more than I ever dreamed of learning about my friends' sex lives. It's not the kind of thing that came up very often in conversation.
I glanced over a Donna to make sure she was comfortable with the level of sharing that was clearly going to take place in this round, but she was smiling too and seemed like she wanted to say something. I briefly wondered if she was going to say that she liked cocksucking too, but I will never know because she decided to remain silent. Scarlett won that round, clearly knowing her husband's proclivities.
It was my turn next. Donna wrote the actions while Steven and Scarlett chose the people. I assumed they were going to make Donna one of the choices to put me in the same situation, so the choices they revealed momentarily caught me off guard.
- Steven
- Scarlett
- Yourself
"I hope you gave me some easy actions," I said to Donna as she started to reveal my choices.
- Reverse Cowgirl
- Masturbate
- Titty Fuck
All sexual again, and so much dirtier than I expected from my own wife. I looked at Donna, trying to see if she was as surprised as me, but her expression was unreadable. At least she didn't look worried or mad. Everyone wrote down their predictions.
"Well, two of the actions require two people, so I guess I will have to masturbate myself," I said.
"So, same as every other day," Steven joked.
"Hey," I said weakly. "Hm. Just for that, I'm going to reverse cowgirl you."
"Please don't, I'm already getting fucked in the ass by Gandhi," he responded.
"Too bad. And I guess that leaves me titty fucking Scarlett," I said as causally as I could, using the game as a cover to speak aloud something I had imaged dozens of times in my private fantasies.
"If you think you can handle me," Scarlett said, pushing her tits together and smiling. We locked eyes for a second, and I forgot that it was a joke. I quickly looked away.
"I like this," said Scarlett. Let's use ourselves for all the rounds and just write new actions. But with the three other people, not "yourself."
I couldn't believe my ears as I heard Donna and Steven agree. I quickly added my agreement, trying to sound like I wasn't extremely excited about where this seemed to be heading. Steven revealed that he had predicted all my answers correctly, which worried me somewhat. It was Donna's turn next. She got the people cards with our names ready so we could use them for all future rounds, while the rest of us wrote one action each. As I finished writing, I glanced at the names Donna would have to choose from.
- Steven
- Scarlett
- Dan
And I put down my action card. Our friends quickly followed suit.
- Give a sensual massage to.
- Do a striptease for.
- 69 with.
I'll let you guess which action I wrote. Donna bit her lip gently, pondering the possibilities. I would have given anything to be able to peek into her head, see what she was thinking as she imagined herself in these situations with our close friends, who seemed to be getting closer with each round. We all locked in our predictions and Donna began to reveal her answers.
"I'd 69 with Dan," she said, "because he's my husband and that seemed like the safest answer."
It was what I expected, but I was secretly disappointed. Imagining her entwined with one of our friends was getting me hard quickly. Not that I wouldn't like to 69 with Donna of course. In fact, I hoped that would happen later tonight.
"I'd give a sensual massage to Scarlett," my wife continued. Just hearing those words in her innocent voice turned me on even more.
"That sounds lovely," said Scarlett. "What would you do to make it sensual?"
"While I'm rubbing you, I'd lean in close to you and whisper in your ear how hot I think you are," said Donna. She was now speaking in a softer voice, one that I recognized from our bedroom. "I'd let my breasts hang down and run along your back. You could feel my hard nipples. And maybe I could rub your ass for you."
"Whoah!" said Scarlett and Steven when she was finished. I was stunned silent. Did my Donna really say that? Not pausing to let that though hang in the air, Donna finished her turn.
"That means I'd give the striptease to Steven. I don't think that's something he wants to see, but he's a guy so at least he'll appreciate it somewhat."
"Are you kidding," responded Steven without thinking. "You're hot. Any guy would want to see that."
Donna blushed a little at that and looked at me. I nodded my head in confirmation. "That is accurate."
"Maybe not just the guys," laughed Scarlett as she showed us her predictions. We had all correctly guessed Donna's answers, so we called that round a tie. Finally, it was Scarlett's turn. After writing our answers, we all took a look at what she had to choose from.
- Steven
- Donna
- Dan
And the actions:
- Perform oral sex on
- Receive a facial from
- Go through the Kama Sutra with
She gasped at the choices, and we all wrote down our predictions. I've got to say, this was a difficult one to guess. It seemed impossible that Scarlett was about to say that she would do any of these things with me, but I glanced over and saw her writing down her answers confidently. I made my best guesses and waited with anticipation for the reveal.
"I would do the whole Kama Sutra with Steven," she began. "Because I think we've already done most of it, and we might find more to add to our usual rotation." Steven seemed satisfied with that answer, and didn't seem concerned with what she was almost certainly going to say next:
"I would receive a facial from Dan," she said, running her fingers down her face and body like a porn star. "Sorry Donna, you'll have to share him tonight. And I guess that means I get to perform oral sex on Donna," she said to my wife, licking her lips in an exaggerated sultry fashion.
I knew we were all picturing that, and was worried that the tent in my pants was becoming too obvious. But I looked over at Steven and saw that he was having the same problem. And I took a closer look at my wife. Her breathing was heavier than normal, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. And I looked over at Scarlett who was gazing deep into my wife's eyes with lust. What was happening here?
"I have a new idea for the game," Scarlett said. "Husband and wife teams. The other team gives you one action and guesses whether you'll actually do it or not. They get the point if they're correct, you get it if they're wrong. Basically, Truth or Dare with just dares."
We all glanced at each other now that the game was heating up. Everybody seemed willing. "We go first," said Donna. "Give us an action."
Our friends conferred for a while. Finally, they finished writing their prediction and issued their challenge.
"Change shirts in front of us," Scarlett said. It sounded like a command.
My wife and I looked at each other and discussed our strategy.
"I think they bet that we wouldn't do it," said Donna.
"I agree," I answered. "They thought we were going to chicken out. Are you willing to do it to prove them wrong?"
"Let's do it" she said and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, waiting for me. I looked at our friends, trying to figure out if we had guessed correctly or not, but they were wearing their best poker faces. Steven perhaps seemed a little eager, but that might just be because he was about to get to see Donna's breasts. I found that I was strangely ok with that. I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off.
Scarlett started hooting and hollering, and I looked over to see Donna sitting there, just barely covering her breasts by holding her arm in front of them while she handed me the tank top. "Hurry," she said, but there was a smile on her face. I enjoyed the view for the few seconds it took to exchange shirts and slip them on. I felt ridiculous in her small tank top, and she was swimming in my larger t-shirt, but we had done it.
"Nice switch," said Steven. And then he flipped over their prediction and showed that they had bet that we would do it. They won the point.
"So we did that for nothing?" asked Donna.
"I wouldn't say it was for nothing," grinned Steven. Now it was Steven's and Scarlett's turn. Scarlett and I debated for a moment, and then wrote down our predictions.
"Take each other's shorts off with just your teeth," said Donna.
Steven and Scarlett's brief debate mirrored ours. What do you think they predicated, and are we willing to do it? From the tone of their voices, I thought they sounded more interested than concerned by the prospect. But it was hard to tell. Finally, they agreed and Scarlett leaned over and took the fabric of Steven's shorts into her teeth. She pulled them down slowly, navigating carefully over the bulge that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore. When she cleared it, it sprang up even further through the thin fabric of Steven's boxers. Scarlett brushed along its length with her cheek as she continued down his body. Finally, Scarlett finished and stood up. Steven, now with a very pronounced erection, sank down and took his wife's shorts in his teeth. They slid down the curve of her hips to reveal a pair of white lacy panties. I confessed that I stared before wondering what Donna though about this. I turned to her, expecting to be met by an angry glare, but instead I saw my wife gazing at our pants-less friends with as much interest as I had been. I set my hand on her thigh, maybe for reassurance, and maybe a little closer to the inside than normal.
"We lost," admitted Donna as she showed our predication. I really thought they wouldn't do it, and Donna agreed. Now we were down by two points, and Donna's competitive spirit came out. As Steven and Scarlett came up with our next challenge, my wife leaned to me and whispered "if it's something really wild, let's just do it. If it's something tame, don't do it."
I wasn't sure about the logic of that strategy, but what the hell.
Our friends turned to face us and Steven said "Give us a private lap dance. Dan dances for Scarlett, and Donna dances for me."
I looked at Donna for any signal that I should abandon the plan. She didn't even look at me. "Yes, we'll do it," she said. I realized that I had left reality far behind and was now in "Letter to Penthouse" territory.
Steven ran and put an appropriate song on, and then showed us upstairs into the bedrooms. Steven took my wife by the hand and led her into his bedroom. I took a moment to process that before escorting Scarlett into my room.
The music was loud, but not loud enough to cover up the sounds of people engaged in some naughty activity. Snippets of conversation and laughter could be heard from our spouses as they prepared to dance. Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed and clapped eagerly. "Go already!"
I began to sway to the music. I am not an expert dancer, but I could fake it for a situation such as this. I met Scarlett's eyes, and then watched as they lowered, taking in my body. I began to run my hands over myself and lose some clothes. As I began to remove my shirt, I noticed that Scarlett's hands were doing some moving of their own. I watched as they ran down the curves of her body, then up and across her chest, tracing her cleavage. Her legs spread and I could see the dark shadow of her pussy behind the thin, wet fabric of her panties. My pants came off, and her finger slid down, pulled aside the crotch of the panties, and started to glide up and down her wet pussy.
Now down to just my underwear, I realized the folly of trying to dance sexily while waving around a huge hard-on. A new approach was called for. I walked close to her until I was standing right in front of her. She looked up at me and smiled. I lowered my underwear, letting my hard cock spring forth. "Oh my god!" she squealed as it bobbed in her face. I wonder what Donna would make of that from next door. Speaking of which, what was Donna doing next door? I tried to listen, but couldn't make out anything definitive. I was also somewhat distracted by the demands of the dance and my friend's wife masturbating herself in front of me.
"Hey, this is a lap dance," Scarlett said as her arms reached around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer to her. I looked at my naked cock sitting right under the chin of my best friend's wife and wondered how this was real. She pulled her shirt off, giving me my first good look at her tits. They were larger than I expected, beautiful pale globes, each topped with large, light pink nipples. I had imagined them many times, but the reality was more stunning than anything I had conjured up.
She squeezed her breasts up like she had done earlier when I said I was going to titty fuck her. Still not believing I was doing this, I slowly ran my cock between her soft, pale breasts. After a couple thrusts, she bent her head down and her lips parted to receive my cock. Her tongue stretched out, just barely touching the tip. And then the song stopped.
We both froze, unsure of what to do now. We hadn't talked about this with our partners. Were Steven and Donna furiously screwing over there, expecting us to do the same? If we started something, would our spouses suddenly burst in and ask what the hell we were doing? We scrambled our underwear back on and stepped out of the bedroom door. Peeking around the corner into the other room, we could see Steven and Donna recovering from a similar state of undress. "How about one more round," suggested Scarlett when everyone has reconvened downstairs. Everyone siting around in just their underwear made the room seem alive. I could feel the sexual tension emanating from everyone like electricity. "Ok," said Scarlett. "Everyone writes some activities, and we choose and all do them together."
Sure, it seemed like everyone was happy to fuck each other a minute ago, but now apparently we have to go back to the game. We never bothered about points or what to do if someone declined a challenge. We knew we probably wouldn't at this point. We all contributed to a small stack of activity cards that got shuffled into a pile. "I'll go first," volunteered Scarlett. "But remember, we all do what's on the card. Agreed?"
Everyone agreed.
"Ok then, we are going to... take off all our clothes," Scarlett read from the card.
I wasn't surprised by the suggestion. However, I was surprised that it was my own wife, Donna, who stood up first and pulled off her black, lacy bra. Her large breasts bounced into view, the pink nipples hard and inviting. I gladly removed my boxers as I watched Scarlett pull her bra off, revealing the tits I had just been fucking a few minutes earlier. Was that a streak of my precum on her left breast?
Steven removed his underwear, giving the ladies a good look at his hard cock. He seemed slightly larger than me, and I wondered what Donna might have done with that while they were alone in the bedroom together. Steven and I sat back and enjoyed the show as the ladies slid down their panties. Finally we were all naked. I gazed at my nude friends, remarking on how relaxed they looked. Scarlett giggled and scooted closer to Steven, hugging him, their naked skin pressed against each other. I did the same, drawing my naked wife close to me. I could feel the heat of her body, and the smoothness of her skin as my fingers traced lazy patterns up her hips and around the sides of her breast. I couldn't believe we were still playing this damn game. I just wanted to pull her legs open and make love to her right there on the floor in front of everyone.
"Looks like we all succeeded," said Donna as she drew the next action card. "Now we have to... perform oral sex on our partners."
My cock was already about to burst. I offered thoughts of gratitude to whoever had written that action card. "Boys first," said Scarlett as she led Steven over to the couch. Donna and I followed close behind. Steven and I sat next to each other, cocks sticking up with anticipation. Our wives moved in front of us and leaned in to kiss us. I felt Donna's warm lips pressed hard against mine, and I broke the kiss to let my gaze wander over her body. I reached out my hand and cupped her breast that was hanging down, rubbing the nipple and making her moan softly in my ear. I looked over at our friends and saw that Steven had his wife's round breasts in his own hands, while her fist slowly pumped up and down his cock.
Finally, Donna kissed her way down my chest and stomach, until she was on her knees in front of me. Scarlett sank down to her knees as well. We had a great view of both wives as they stroked the cocks in front of them and then lowered their heads to take us into their mouths. My gaze was torn between my wife lovingly sucking me, her head bobbing up and down, and Scarlett working Steven's pole with enthusiasm. I wondered what it felt like, and I dared to hope that I might find out soon.
Donna teased the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it, before parting her lovely lips and taking me deeper in her mouth. It felt heavenly, and I was so worked up from the game and what I had done with Scarlett in the bedroom, that it was difficult not to blow my load in her mouth right that second. She looked up at me, seeing my predicament, and the corners of her mouth curled into an evil smile around my shaft. She started bobbing her head faster. I looked over to see that Steven was in a similar state. Scarlett was cupping his balls as her lips slid up and down his cock. She looked up into his eyes as her free hand reached down between her legs to rub her pussy. And then, still sucking her husband and rubbing herself, she looked over at me. Our eyes locked, and that was all that I could take.
"I'm cumming" I moaned softly. As I started to shoot, Donna pulled me out of her mouth and aimed at her tits. Not fast enough though- the first spurt hit her mouth, the second got her in the chin, and I finished all over her lovely breasts, slumping back from the intensity of the experience. Donna looked so slutty with my cum dripping down her chin onto her tits, but her innocent smile made her especially hot right now. "That was amazing," I told her just as Steven started to moan. Scarlett didn't pull away, and we watched amazed as he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed what she could before finally pulling back to gasp for breath.
"Nice," Donna congratulated Scarlett. "You swallowed almost all of it. I never liked to do that myself."
"I love it, "Scarlett said, scooting over closer to my wife. "You look like you could use a hand cleaning up." Donna nodded vigorously. Scarlett leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to Donna's. She lowered my wife down to the floor. Scarlett's lips parted, and her tongue darted out. She tasted Donna's lips, before licking up the cum around her chin and neck. Down to Donna's tits, splattered just a minute ago. Scarlett gently ran her hands down Donna's stomach as she took the nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Donna sighed a moan of contentment.
This was crazier than anything I had dared fantasize about. Donna had never expressed interest in women in the past, but here she was being pleasured by one of her best friends. Add to that the awareness that I was sitting naked on the couch next to my best friend while we watched his wife lick my sperm off my wife's breasts. And that I was somehow getting hard again after just cumming a couple minutes ago. What the hell was happening?
Scarlett kissed and licked her way down Donna's body, stopping with her face right above Donna's pussy. She could probably feel her friend's hot breath. But suddenly, Scarlett stood up. "Nope, the card's not finished yet. We still need to get oral sex from our partners." And with that, she helped Donna up from the floor, took her by the hand, and gestured to us men to follow. Steven and I sprang to our feet and walked behind them up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. As I watched our naked wives walk hand in hand, their round asses swaying side to side, I desperately tried to memorize every detail for future use.
When we arrived in Steven and Scarlett's bedroom, the ladies flopped down on the bed, face up, and ran their hands over their breasts and down their hips. "Hurry up" Donna begged as she spread her legs for me. I kneeled at the bedside between my wife's legs, as Steven did the same for his. I leaned in, breathed in her sweet fragrance, and then slowly began to lick around her pussy, teasing her. I heard Scarlett moaning under Steven's ministrations, tiny little gasps and oohs that I found incredibly hot. I moved up to Donna's clit, swirling my tongue around it, eliciting a moan from her. I knew I couldn't make her cum as quickly as she had made me, but I was determined to try.
After a few minutes of eating out our wives, the moans became muffled. I glanced up and saw that the women were making out with each other, hot and heavy. Their hands were clasped together as we pleasured them, their breasts heaving with each excited breath and each quiver of ecstasy. I tried to glance over at Steven without pulling my mouth away from this sweet pussy, but my vision was blocked by Donna's thigh as her legs suddenly wrapped around my head. I felt her body stiffen and squeeze around me, and I quickened my licking, knowing what was about to happen. "Oh god" Donna moaned into Scarlett's mouth as she came, her whole body rippling with pleasure.
Scarlett smiled as she watched her friend orgasm right next to her, and looked down at me and smiled. I kept going, knowing that Donna could cum multiple times if she was in the mood. And I had a feeling she was in the mood. As I was working her up to her second orgasm, I looked up and saw Scarlett's eyes roll back with pleasure as her own orgasm overcame her. Donna leaned over and took Scarlett's nipple in her mouth, sucking it as she bucked and moaned. Scarlett's eyes snapped back open, looking down lovingly at Steven as the waves of pleasure began to subside. I never got to give that second orgasm, since the ladies sat up.
Suddenly, what had felt so natural just a minute ago felt strange again. We were sitting here naked with our best friends, and we had all just watched each other cum hard. I wondered what was going to happen now, and looked for any sign that I may have just ruined my marriage or friendships. Instead, I just saw contentment and exhaustion. Donna pulled me up on the bed next to me and snuggled close. Steven crawled up between Donna and Scarlett and embraced his wife tenderly. As we lay there naked on the same bed and slowly drifted to sleep, I replayed the day's events in my mind, still trying to shake off the feeling that none of this was real. As sleep overtook me, my last thought was to wonder what tomorrow might bring.
I woke up in a pile of naked friends, my wife nowhere to be seen. It took my poor abused brain a minute to figure out what the hell was going on. When I finally did, my stomach, already a bit queasy from all the drinking, plummeted as I faced the consequences of my actions. Where was Donna, and what was she thinking? Had I ruined my marriage? Had I ruined my friendship with Steven and Scarlett? My brain helpfully started to generate images of my whole life dissolving into blackness, everything I being loved torn from me. And it was all my fault. I gently maneuvered my way out of bed, dreading waking my friends and seeing the same look on their faces that I had on mine. I had to find Donna and get answers before my imagination spawned even more awful possibilities.
I slipped out into my own room, but it was empty. Grabbing a shirt and pants, I dressed and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I finally found my wife. She was sitting at the table, wearing her robe, drinking a cup of coffee. "Donna?" I asked, tentatively.
She looked up at me, wearing the expression of someone just as hungover as me. There was a dreadful moment of silence, and then she said "holy shit Dan, did that really happen?"
I nodded. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know things would get so out of control. I should have stopped it."
She smiled at me. "Any of us could have stopped it, Dan. It's nobody's fault. We were all having fun."
"I know, but we weren't thinking," I said, trying to find the words to get these feelings out. "What if Steven and Scarlett regret it? What if it changes everything?"
"What would it change?" Donna asked. I felt relieved that she wasn't angry or embarrassed, but her cool reaction was puzzling me.
"Well, we've seen our friends naked. We had sex in front of each other! You were in there with Steven..." I trailed off, afraid to ask.
"And you were in there with Scarlett," she answered. "Do we want to tell each other what happened?"
I couldn't respond. I very much wanted to know what she and Steven did together, but I very much didn't want to tell her what I had done with Scarlett. She didn't seem inclined to volunteer any details either, so the silence said it all. I wondered if I could be ok with not knowing if my wife fucked my friend. For now, it seemed better to leave it unsaid.
Finally, Donna spoke. "We can't take anything back, so let's see what happens gong forward. Besides, I don't think I would take back last night, even if I could. That was one of the hottest nights I've ever had."
Even through the fog of my hangover, I felt a jolt of excitement from that. She liked it. Thank fucking god, she liked it as much as I did.
"Me too," I admitted. "But I hope we didn't fuck up things with our friends."
On cue, we heard the sound of people moving from upstairs. Steven and Scarlett were emerging from their slumber, and would soon be down to have potentially the most awkward conversation of our lives. "What should we say to them?" Donna whispered to me.
"Just be cool," I whispered back, desperately trying to sound cool. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee from the pot and joined Donna at the table. After a few minutes we heard footsteps on the stairs, and then our friends appeared in the kitchen. They had thrown on some new clothes, and were rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Immediately, Steven gave us a big grin. "Hell of a night!" he said.
The tension I had been holding in my body started to fade. I felt as comfortable with my friends as I ever had.
"Move it!" Scarlett said as she shoved Steven aside to get to the coffee. "My head is killing me." They joined us at the table, the conversation jumping from how we all felt like shit to how amazing last night was. I asked our friends if they'd ever done anything like that before.
"Nothing that crazy," Steven said, smiling directly at my wife. For a moment, I pictured them alone in that room. What had they done together?
"It was a good crazy," Scarlett said, smiling at me. The memory of the two of us alone in that room came flooding back, the sight of my hard cock between her breasts...
"So what now?" Donna asked. We all looked around at each other and shrugged.
"I'm taking a shower, can't think past that right now," Scarlett said, standing up. Steven joined her as they headed back upstairs.
"Huh. That was not what I was expecting. That was not weird at all," I told Donna.
"You worry too much," she said, standing up. "Now I'm going to see if I can find any painkillers because my head is killing me. If we do that again, no drinking!"
She left me there at the table, her words bouncing through my mind.
"If we do that again..."
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We all felt better by lunchtime, and went out to one of the little country restaurants in town. Our conversation felt as natural as ever, but I couldn't get the images from last night out of my head. I watched as Scarlett put her drinking straw to her lips, remembering how she looked with those lips wrapped around her husband's cock. She was wearing a light, yellow summer dress that clung to her in a way that was impossible to ignore. Steven handed something to my wife, and I remembered him grabbing her hand last night and leading her upstairs. Donna made a "mmm" noise as she tasted her food, and I could hear the sounds of her moans as she came hard while our friends
other patrons inside, but they were too far away to hear the details of how I liked my cock sucked.
"Not always," said Scarlett, grinning at Steven. "But he likes me to swallow, and I like it too. And you, Dan! I had no idea you had such a talented tongue. You had Donna going crazy last night!"
Put on the spot, I graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you, but I've had a long time to practice. Steven didn't seem to be doing so bad himself."
He just smiled, as we all remembered Scarlett squirming as he licked her. "I hope you enjoyed the show" he said.
We did. There was a break in the conversation. We all wanted to say it. Finally, Scarlett did. She was always the adventurous one.
"I talked to Steven this morning, and we both thought last night was great. And honestly, we don't want the game to stop. We don't want to pressure you, and it's totally cool if you want it to be a one-time thing."
"I want to do it again," I blurted out like a child that had just gotten off a rollercoaster. I looked over at Donna, hoping I hadn't said the wrong thing, but she was already agreeing. So, it was out there now. Everyone was in.
"Good," Steven said. "Because I have an idea for a game we can play right here." We all leaned in close. I don't know why, because he wasn't whispering.
"This is the first I'm hearing about it," Scarlett said. "What do you have in mind?"
Steven picked up two sugar packets from the table, a yellow one and a blue one. He dropped them into an empty cup. "It's a game called 'Luck of the Draw.' Reach into the cup without looking, and pick a packet. Yellow means you do something with your partner, and blue means you do something with the other person's partner."
"What do you mean 'do something?'" Donna asked nervously. "We're in a restaurant."
"Depends on how brave you are," Steven joked. "But nobody's out here except us. Keep it under the table and the rest of us will keep an eye out."
"I'm in," Scarlett said quickly, a gleam in her eye. I nodded my agreement as well.
Donna glanced at the door nervously. "This is it," I thought. "Too much, too soon. Crossed the line." Last night we had been drunk, and in the privacy of our cottage. It was just us having fun with our friends, and it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist. Now here we were, stone cold sober and looking at the rest of the world enjoying their lunches just inside the restaurant door. Nobody appeared to be paying attention to us, but the danger of getting caught was very real.
"Fine," Donna said, surprising me. "But I'm not going first."
"You might be, if I pick the blue one," Steven grinned. He shook the cup, closed his eyes, reached in and grabbed one. He held up his closed fist like it contained the cure for cancer. Finally, it opened, revealing the yellow packet. I suddenly realized that I had stopped breathing and inhaled deeply. I looked over at my wife, seeing a look of slight disappointment instead of the relief I had expected. I quickly looked at Scarlett, who was beaming.
"What are you going to do with me?" she cooed to her husband, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss lasted for a long time, and we saw Steven's arm sneak over to her lap.
"Mmm," Scarlett moaned into his mouth, her body squirming. Whatever he was doing to her under the table seemed to be hitting all the right spots. My gaze darted everywhere. Checking the door, trying to guess what Steven's hand was doing from his arm position, checking Donna's reaction, enjoying Scarlett's face as her husband played with her. I admit that most of my attention was focused on Scarlett. She looked so fucking hot. Her eyes were closed, her lips just barely parted as she let out fast, ragged breaths. Her breasts heaved slightly with each tremble, the shape clearly visible through her thin dress. I love watching a woman enjoy herself, and the dangerous setting and the forbidden thrill of it being one of my best friends made it even hotter.
She let out the quietest moan, almost a squeak. I felt my cock twitch and begin to grow. This was better than porn. Scarlett suddenly opened her eyes, looking directly into mine. She smiled at me, her body still squirming. Then her eyes shifted to Donna, and I saw my wife lean forward slightly, as if drawn to her friend. I was wondering if Steven was going to make Scarlett cum for us, when Donna suddenly grabbed the sugar packets and threw them back in the cup.
"Fine Steven, your game is awesome but you can't just make us watch. Next draw is for both couples," she said. She had changed her mind about the game hilariously quickly. My hand brushed against my hard cock under the table. I wasn't going to argue.
"My turn," Scarlett said, reaching into the cup. Her fist opened, revealing the blue packet. I think I stopped breathing for a moment. We were really going to do this.
The women stood up and switched places, Scarlett settling in beside me. I watched my wife sit down next to Steven. She had a nervous look on her face, but she sat right next to him, so close their thighs must have been touching. I wasn't sure what would happen next. Was I supposed to touch Scarlett, or was she going to touch me, or was it a free-for-all?
Nobody moved for a few seconds, making me think that everyone had the same question. "We didn't really figure out how this works," Scarlett laughed. "I drew, so I think that means I do the playing. And Donna too, let's make it the ladies' turn."
I stiffened as I felt Scarlett's hand touch my knee under the table, and slowly slide up my thigh. I saw my wife's arm moving on the other side of the table. Whatever she was doing made Steven close his eyes and smile.
I looked over at Scarlett, and saw that she was looking right at me. Her eyes had the same twinkle I saw in them last night, when she was lying back on the bed, touching herself right in front of me. The same naughty smile she gave right before her head lowered and licked my cock that was rubbing between her soft tits...
"Oh my," Scarlett whispered as her hand finally reached my erection. She rubbed it slowly through my pants. "Donna, your husband really likes this game. How's mine doing over there?"
"Steven seems pretty happy," Donna replied. My mind raced, picturing her stroking his hard cock. They looked at each other with lust. Was this the first time she had touched his cock like this? My attention jerked back to the lovely lady sitting beside me when her fingers started to unfasten my pants. I hurriedly glanced at the restaurant door, realizing that I had completely forgotten where I was. I relaxed when I saw that the coast was clear, but tensed up again as I felt my friend's hand snake down the front of my pants. She quickly found the hole in my boxers and took me in her hand for the first time. Her hand wrapped around my erection, squeezed me slightly. I heard a zipper from the other side of the table, and realized my wife was doing the same thing. Donna's other hand reached down, adjusting something. I heard Steven sigh in relief. I suspected that she had freed his cock from his pants, and was now stroking him freely in the open air of the restaurant. Impatiently, I reached down and adjusted myself, allowing my cock to slip through my open fly to freedom. Scarlett's warm hand wrapped around it, stroking it slowly from the base to the tip. I wanted to touch her, but Steven hadn't made any moves yet and I didn't want to ruin what was happening.
I looked back at Steven and was shocked to see that he was sitting alone. Where was...?
Then I heard the wet sounds coming from under the table. Oh my god. My wife was..? Here?
Donna suddenly popped back up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at me, and then at Scarlett, without a trace of shame. "He was getting a little dry," she said as her hand resumed its rhythmic motion on Steven's cock.
I sat there stunned, getting a handjob from one of my best friends and trying to process what I had just seen. I've been with my wife for so many years, but I never would have guessed that this side of her existed. We'd fooled around outdoors a little, but she'd never gone down on me in public like that. I felt a little jealous that Steven had experienced that from my wife. But I quickly decided that I was more excited than jealous, and that I did find a lot of pleasure in watching them together. I love my wife and my friends, and I seeing them give each other pleasure made me happy for them. I turned to Scarlett, trying to show her with my eyes how much I was enjoying all of this.
"Hmm," said Scarlett, checking to see if the coast was clear. And then her head was in my lap. I felt her lips kiss the head of my cock, and then part. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth around me. She bobbed her head a few times, and then sat back up, blushing. After checking to make sure no one noticed, I saw that Steven and Donna were looking at us intently, her arm still moving rhythmically in his lap.
"Fuck, that's hot," Steven whispered. Just then, I saw motion coming from inside. I quickly grabbed Scarlett's hand and moved it away, and motioned for Donna to stop. I didn't have enough time to tuck myself back into my pants before our waitress strolled out to the table to check on us. She was young, probably early 20's, with short blonde hair. Very cute. I tried to act casual as she asked us if we needed any more drinks. I was on the far side of the table from her, so I didn't think she could see my hard cock sticking straight up into the air, cold without Scarlett's hand around it. I glanced at Steven to see if he was feeling as awkward as me. It was weird knowing he also had his erection bouncing around while this girl took our drink orders.
After what seemed like a long time, the waitress left. I noticed a strange expression on her face as she looked at us before heading back inside. Had she seen something, or were we just acting weird? I didn't know, but it felt like the game was over.
"Maybe we shouldn't press our luck," laughed Scarlett, and we all nodded our agreement. Steven and I stuffed our cocks back into our pants, which seemed uncomfortably tight. We behaved for the rest of the meal, and then headed out together.
The little country village near our cottage was charming, and we spent a little while strolling around, checking it out. We were acting flirty with each other, still turned on from the game. It felt right, and I wanted to push things further. I was trying to think of a game that could move things in the direction I wanted. Looking at Donna gave me a filthy idea.
"You know," I said, "the last game ended so fast that Donna got left out. Maybe the next game should be all about her."
"I like the sound of that," Donna said, grinning. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let's find someplace a bit more private," I said, motioning us off the main road. We walked for a few minutes, and found a small park with well-maintained walking paths and a gazebo. There was no one around, and the trees around the perimeter hid most of it from view. It was perfect for what I had in mind. I led our little group into the gazebo and we sat on the benches. It was just big enough for the four of us, with two benches inside. It was slightly elevated with four stairs leading up to the platform, and the waist-high wooden walls of the structure gave us enough privacy in case someone wandered by. The peaceful setting contrasted wickedly with what was about to happen here.
"So now will you tell us this game?" Donna asked. Without speaking, I took her in my arms, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Steven and Scarlett made a funny "oooh" noise as my arms wrapped around my wife tightly, my lips exploring hers. After a little while, I pulled back. Donna made a small disappointed noise.
"I call this game 'Next Level.' It's very simple. We each take turns with Donna, but you have to go a little further than the previous person. Donna, you can stop the game at anytime if you feel uncomfortable." The look on her face told me that was unlikely.
"Ok, I've already had my turn with her. Steven, can you take it to the next level?" I got up and offered my seat next to my wife to my friend. We switched places. I settled in on the other bench next to Scarlett, and Steven sat down next to Donna. They looked at us for a moment, and then turned to each other. For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then Steven slid his arms around her waist, exactly as I had. She leaned toward him, her eyes closing. Their heads came together, their lips touched. Gently at first. Then harder. Their lips parted slightly, and we could see their tongues gently dancing. Even after all that had happened, it felt shocking to see my wife and friend kissing so tenderly. I glanced over at Scarlett, and could tell she was having the same feelings. But she also had the same glint in her eye that was beginning to become familiar.
Then, Steven took it to the next level. His hands started roaming over Donna's body, settling on her chest. He caressed her breasts through her thin shirt, making her let out a small moan as he found one of her nipples and gave it a little pinch. I felt my cock growing in my pants as I watched them together. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually Steven pulled back. He didn't even glance at his audience. He was looking deep into my wife's eyes, and she was looking back intensely. After a few seconds, he stood up and motioned to Scarlett that it was her turn.
"Oh my god that was hot," Scarlett murmured as she sprang up to take her place next to Donna. I had seen the girls kiss last night, and under very intense circumstances. To be honest, the image of them kissing and holding hands as we fucked them had been popping into my mind all day. I wondered what Scarlett was going to do to take the game further. Steven sat next to me as we eagerly waited to see what our girls would do. I felt a little strange after seeing how lovingly he kissed my wife while feeling her up. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to see how far it would go.
Scarlett ran her head through her friend's hair, giggling a little with uncharacteristic self-consciousness. The look on Donna's face was unreadable, making me wonder if there was a problem. While the women had been into each other last night, maybe things were different in the sober, harsh light of day. My worries evaporated as Scarlett pulled Donna in close and kissed her. She was rougher than Steven had been, her hand wrapped around Donna's head holding her close. Her hands started to explore my wife's body, just as Steven had. I couldn't deny that it was hot seeing another woman's hand slide across Donna's breasts.
The next level surprised me. Scarlett's hands suddenly roamed down Donna's torso, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and peeled it up over her head. Holy shit, she had just ripped off my wife's shirt. The kissing resumed, the roaming hands now having much more skin to explore. I looked at Donna sitting there in just her bra and skirt in the middle of a public park, her pale skin reflecting the midday sun. Fuck, she looked so sexy. Finally, Scarlett pulled away, her fingers trailing up Donna's breasts, neck, and face before she was fully standing.
"This is mine now," Scarlett said evilly, grabbing Donna's t-shirt and coming over to me. I stood, letting her sit down next to her husband. Steven just said "nice," and gave her a high five. I rolled my eyes as I moved over to my nearly-topless wife, sitting down next to her. The possibilities for what I could do were running through my head. How far did I want to go?
"I like this game," Donna said sweetly, her bright tone contrasting with the exposure of her sexy body.
"Me too," I said, leaning into her. We kissed again, the feel of her lips familiar after so many years together. My fingers traced down the soft skin of her neck, and across her chest. Her arms were around my neck, her body tensed in the way she does when she is very turned on. Part of me wanted to go slow, but that part was easy to ignore. Scarlett had inspired me. I wanted to see more of Donna. I wanted our friends to see her. My hand drifted down to her lap, grabbed her skirt, and pulled it up slowly. Donna's arched her back slightly, raising her ass, letting me expose her to everyone. I looked down at her sexy black panties, just barely covering her from sight. I looked in her eyes to make sure I wasn't going too far. The naked lust I saw there showed me I could go further. My fingers traced around her inner thighs, brushing over her panty-clad pussy. Donna shivered, and I kissed her hard again. I wanted to release my bulging cock and take her right there in front of everyone. Somehow, I pulled back. Surveying what I had done, I had a moment of clarity through the fog of excitement. Donna was sitting there in her underwear, her skirt bunched up around her stomach, her legs parted lewdly.
I looked over at our friends. Scarlett's gaze was locked on my wife, her finger absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair. Steven jumped up as soon as I stood. He couldn't wait for his turn. He was obviously erect, his cock making a comically-large tent in his pants. I'd pushed the limits with my turn, and now I wondered what Steven was going to do with Donna. As I sat down next to Scarlett, she leaned over and whispered to me. "Donna is so sexy. I never thought she would do this." Her warm breath tickled my ear.
"Me neither," I whispered back as we turned our attention back to the scene playing out in front of us. This time, Steven took a long look at Donna's body close up before going in for a kiss. His hands started roaming immediately, running down her bare stomach. He didn't waste any time. His fingers found her pussy. I knew exactly what he was feeling. The familiar feel of heat and wetness radiating through the thin material of her panties. And now another man was feeling it too, as I watched.
He rubbed her slowly, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure. They continued to kiss as he rubbed her. Her hips slowly rocked, straining up to meet his fingers. Suddenly he pulled his hand up, making Donna squeal in frustration. "Keep going," she begged him.
"First, I want something from you," he said seriously. His hand reached behind her back and smoothly unclasped her bra. It loosened around her body. Donna gasped as he grabbed it from the front, pulling it off her arms and away from her. She made an instinctive motion to cover up before stopping herself, letting her beautiful breasts bounce slightly with the motion of her body. Her pink nipples stood out temptingly in the open air. Steven stood and walked away from her, leaving her topless and alone on the bench. He carried her bra over and set it on our bench, next to the t-shirt which Scarlett had neatly folded. Scarlett stood and slowly walked over to Donna, taking in her nearly-naked body as she approached.
"I love your body," Scarlett said as she sat down next to my wife, her hands reaching out. They contacted Donna's bare breasts, making her tremble slightly. Tracing around the contours, up to the neck, and back down to the hard nipples.
"Ooh" Donna sighed as her friend leaned in and kissed her. Things were heating up quickly, and I was literally on the edge of the bench seat, waiting to see what Scarlett would do. She moved lower on Donna's body, but the kissing didn't stop. I watched as her lips brushed the side of Donna's neck. I leaned forward even more to see clearly as Scarlett's lips kissed over her friend's naked tits. I watched as Scarlett took a nipple in her lips, sucking it gently. And I had to stop my hand from reaching down to stroke myself as she kissed lower. Making her way down the stomach, she was frustrated by the bunched-up skirt. Grabbing it firmly, she yanked it down under Donna's ass, pulled it off her legs, and tossed it over to me and Steven. Steven caught it and placed it neatly on the growing pile of clothes.
When I turned back to the girls, Scarlett was getting down on her knees between my wife's legs. I might have actually gasped, I'm not sure. I thought she was going to go down on her right there, but she took it easy, caressing Donna's legs and feeling around her pussy. Her fingers rubbed through the cloth, making Donna groan. I wondered if it felt different for her to be touched by another woman. Scarlett traced broad circles over her friend's panties, whispering something that I couldn't quite hear. I'm not sure Donna heard either. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body gyrating with the rhythm of Scarlett's rubbing. She had sunk down low on the bench, as if trying to press her pussy into Donna's rhythmic hand motions. And it was a good thing she was in that position, because just then I heard something from behind us.
My head snapped around and saw a man and woman walking into the park, holding hands. They looked to be in their forties. Probably just another couple, enjoying a country vacation same as us. "Stay down," I hissed to our wives. "Someone's coming." Scarlett's hand froze in place on my wife's pussy. Donna's face was a mixture of confusion and excitement. Her head was still swimming with the pleasure Donna had been giving her, and I could see her struggling to process this new information. She folded her arms across her breasts and drew her legs in tight, trying to hide. I hoped the walls of the gazebo were high enough.
The couple was coming directly toward us. From their vantage point, Steven and I were the only people they could see in the gazebo. Fuck, they really were coming right towards us. I searched my brain for what to say if they walked in on our predicament. "What do we do?" I whispered to Steven. The public exposure had seemed so sexy just a minute ago, and now my mind was swimming with all the possible consequences of our fun little game. I held my breath as they approached.
"Just be cool," said Steven, being impossibly cool.
I exhaled as they stopped, only about seven steps away from us. From their angle, the view was blocked by the gazebo's wooden, waist-high walls. But just a few steps to the left would give them a great view through the entrance to the gazebo, where my almost-naked wife lay sprawled on the bench. "Hi, sorry to bother you," the man said cheerfully. "Do you know where we can get hiking supplies in this town? The store on the main road is closed today."
"Sorry," I said. "We're not from here."
"Oh, ok," said the man. "We'll keep looking around. Hope we find a place soon though. It's a beautiful day to be outside."
"It sure is," Steven said, grinning. I saw some motion in the corner of my vision, and tried to glance naturally over to see what Donna was doing. To my absolute shock, I saw that Scarlett had resumed rubbing my wife, and that Donna had her hand clamped over her mouth, desperately trying not to make a sound. Holy fucking shit. I quickly looked back at the nice couple, my retinas burning with the image I'd just seen.
After a few more exchanges about how nice this village was, the couple finally turned and walked off. I sighed in relief and watched Steven's face as he turned back around to see what was happening.
"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. I wanted to laugh.
Scarlett stood up proudly, surveying her work. Donna panted heavily, her breasts heaving, as she recovered from what Scarlett had been doing to her. "Now that's the fucking next level," Scarlett exclaimed. "Beat that."
I didn't know if I could, but that wouldn't stop me from trying. "Are you ok," I asked Donna as I moved next to her. "That was a close one."
She looked up at me, and then scooted up a little, peeking over the gazebo wall to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, she settled back into the bench, displaying her perfect body to us. "I know it's crazy, but I really didn't care if they saw me. I don't want to stop. Just keep an eye out, you two," she ordered our friends.
I looked at my wife and saw a stranger. How had I never seen this side of her in all these years? A day ago I never would have guessed her exhibitionist tendencies, much less her willingness to swing with our best friends (and another woman! and in public!) Maybe she was thinking the same about me. Who knows how depraved our loved ones can be, hiding just beneath the surface?
My thoughts were cut short as Donna grabbed me and pulled me to her, clearly impatient. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her body and quickly finding her hot pussy. I knew what my next step was. "I'm the only one who hasn't claimed some of your clothes," I told her. She moaned as my fingers traced around her pussy. I took a moment to appreciate what I was about to do. Then I moved my hands around to her hips, grabbed the sides of her panties, and slid them down. She willingly lifted her ass to allow me to slide them off, leaving her fully naked. I looked over at our friends, and was not surprised to see their hands were in each other's laps while they enjoyed the show. Well, there was no rule against that.
"Please," Donna moaned, lifting her hips to bring her pussy closer to my hand.
"Just a minute," I teased as I tossed her panties to Steven. He took a long look at them before placing them on the clothes pile. I looked back at my wife who looked almost obscene, her pussy pink and swollen with arousal, framed by her closely-trimmed public hair. I gave her what she wanted. Two of my fingers slid around her entrance, feeling the moisture from within. My thumb rubbed around her clit at the same time, making her tremble.
"Oh god," she mumbled. Our years together made it easy to tell when she was getting close, but I don't think I'd ever seen her quite so horny. I thought about allowing her to cum right there, but looking over at Steven gave me other ideas. I continued for a minute, bringing her right to the edge of her orgasm. Then I slowed and stopped, standing up quickly.
"Fuck," she cried in frustration. "Just a minute longer."
"I think you'll get your wish," I said, changing places with Steven. He wasted no time, his fingers slipping into her pussy. Donna's eyes closed in pleasure, her hips rolled as he fingered her. By the time I sat down, Donna was already back on the road to orgasm.
"Take it to the next level," Scarlett ordered her husband as I sat down next to her. Scarlett's hand found its way over to my cock, straining through my pants. I reciprocated, my hand finding its way under her dress. Her pussy was just as hot and wet as my wife's. Steven got down onto his knees, positioning himself between Donna's legs. She draped his legs over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. His tongue darted out, licking her sweet pussy as her legs squeezed around him. Her ass lifted from the bench. She was going to cum for him any second. My friend looked so comfortable between my wife's legs as he pleasured her. For the hundredth time, I wondered what had happened between the two of them last night.
I leaned over to Scarlett as my fingers pulled her panties aside. "Are you ok with this?" I whispered to her. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"Oh my god this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," she said, stroking me gently through my clothes. She let out a little sigh as I found her hard little clit.
Just then, a much louder moan filled the gazebo. Donna's hips bucked, her hands grabbed Steven's head, holding him close. He kept licking as she came hard in his mouth. Another line crossed, I thought to myself. All the orgasms this trip had been with our own partners so far. This was my first time watching my wife cum for someone other than me. I know Donna had boyfriends before me, but seeing it happen right in front of you is different. Seeing her cum for my best friend gave me a few confusing feelings. But most of them were good. Donna's convulsions finally stopped and she collapsed back into the bench, panting hard. I almost forgot about Scarlett until she pushed my hand away and stood up.
For some reason I thought the game would be over when Donna came. It wasn't.
Scarlett tapped Steven on the shoulder, and he reluctantly stood up. But when Steven started to walk over to the spectator bench, she stopped him. "Next level," she said, reaching down to his pants. She quickly unfastened Steven, pulling down his pants and boxers. His cock bounced free, and Scarlett took it in her hand. I looked around furtively, making sure there was no one around. Standing up like he was, I was sure Steven was easily visible over the gazebo walls.
With a firm grip on his cock, Scarlett led her husband over to the bench until he was standing in front of my naked wife. Scarlett's other hand circled Donna's head, tipping it forward as she guided Steven's cock into Donna's mouth. I couldn't help it. Watching Donna's lips wrap around his cock, I had to touch myself. I unzipped my pants and stroked myself slowly as my wife's head started moving back and forth, clearly enjoying having Steven in her mouth. I'd seen her give me a hundred blowjobs, but I'd never seen it from this angle before. Meanwhile, Scarlett got down on her knees between Donna's splayed legs and leaned in. She started with long slow licks, and then added some fingers as her tongue danced around my wife's pussy. Donna made small noises, muffled by the cock she was still eagerly sucking.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever be watching my wife get double-teamed by our friends. We had gone way beyond anything in my fantasies by this point. After a few minutes, I saw Donna's body rock again, surrendering to the pleasure Scarlett was giving her. As she came down from her orgasm, I saw her look over at me. Our eyes met as she sucked Steven's cock, I saw her look down at my own cock as I stroked it to the hot scene. She pulled her head back for a moment and smiled at me, before kissing, licking, and taking Steven into her mouth again.
Scarlett was caressing Donna's thighs, tracing lazy lines up her legs and around her pussy. She looked over at me and gestured for me to come over. Giving one last glance around to see if the coast was clear, I took off my pants and boxers and stood to join them. As I approached, Scarlett reached out and grabbed my erection. Pulling me to her, she gave me a few long strokes before lowering her head and licking up and down my shaft. My gaze darted between both ladies eagerly sucking us. It was the switch I had wanted last night, but was too scared to suggest. It didn't last long, sadly. But I wasn't complaining, as Scarlett pressed my cock against Donna's wet pussy. I took a step closer, letting her guide me inside.
"Mmm yes fuck me Dan," Donna nearly growled, taking a momentary break from Steven. I obliged, pressing deeper into her. She felt amazing. I quickened my strokes a bit, making her body bounce. She made a disappointed sound as the cock bounced right out of her mouth. I slowed, finding the pace I could fuck her without disturbing Steven's fun.
Scarlett was still next to me, her hand on my ass, pushing me forward with each thrust. Suddenly, she got up and moved next to her husband. She took his head in her hands and kissed him while my wife sucked him. Scarlett reached down and cupped his balls, making him moan. I could tell he wouldn't last much longer. Donna looked up at him, and quickened her head motions. That was all it took, and Steven let out a loud moan.
Donna pulled her head back, but close enough that she could still lick the head of his cock while her hand stroked him rapidly. His body stiffened and he held on tight to Scarlett as he began to shoot thick loads at my wife. It splattered her lips and chin, with the final spurts landing on the bench next to her. Donna seemed to be enjoying her close-up view, watching in fascination as he came for her. She never stopped stroking, but slowed as he started to come down from his orgasm. The look on Donna's face was so hot to me, and I started to fuck her faster. Without a cock in her mouth, I could pound her as hard as I wanted. That's exactly what I did. Grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, I felt my own pleasure build. After a couple minutes, it was too much and I closed my eyes tightly as I came deep in Donna's pussy.
When I opened my eyes, Donna was looking at me. She was a sexy mess, but she was beautiful to me. I slowly withdrew from her. As my mind started to come down from the pleasure high it had been on, I suddenly remembered where we were. I looked around, but the coast was still clear. Lucky. I hadn't been paying attention. I don't think any of us had been.
"Well you boys had your fun with Donna," Scarlett said, still caressing Steven's chest as his cock slowly softened, still hanging in front of Donna's face. "I think it's my turn." She grabbed Donna by the hands and helped her up, moving her towards the other, sperm-free bench. Sitting down, Scarlett pulled up the bottom of her dress, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties. "Fuck, I'm so turned on," she said in a low, intense voice. "Help me Donna."
"I thought you'd never ask," Donna said, settling down between Scarlett's legs. Steven and I were pulling our boxers and pants back on in case anyone else wandered by. The girls seemed unconcerned, or they were just trusting us to keep an eye open for them. I had lost track of where we were while Steven and I were double-teaming my wife, but I made a mental note not to let that happen again. What we were doing was dangerous, but no one seemed to care. It felt like we were totally out of control. I wondered what my mother-in-law would think of her daughter, naked in a gazebo, fooling around with her friends. My mind got a bit off-track here, wondering if we would all develop a gazebo fetish. Fortunately, Scarlett giggled as my wife traced her fingers around her legs and inside to her thighs. It snapped my attention back to where it should have been.
I tore my gaze between surveying the park entrance and watching the scene play out before me. Donna and Scarlett had fooled around last night, but I didn't expect it to go beyond kissing and a bit of touching. But here we were. Scarlett had already made my wife cum with her mouth, and it looked like Donna was about to return the favor.
Donna peeled Scarlett's panties down, and leaned in close. I had seen Scarlett naked before, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to do so again. I moved closer, standing next to the girls and running my hand through Donna's hair as she knelt. Steven followed my lead, standing on the other side of them. We had a great view as Donna's head lowered. Her lips parted, and her tongue stuck out and took a long lick from the bottom of Scarlett's pretty pussy all the way to the top. Scarlett shuddered as she felt the touch on her clit. Donna placed the thumb of her right hand on the clit and began to rub in slow circles, while her tongue explored every inch of Scarlett.
"Oh my god," Scarlett moaned, her hand moving through Donna's hair where her fingers met mine. Scarlett looked at me, her lips parted slightly as if waiting. We had crossed many lines together, but they had all been strictly sexual. A kiss somehow felt more personal. Romantic. I knew what she wanted, though, and I wanted it too. I looked at Steven as I lowered my head to kiss his wife. He just smiled, so I turned back to the beauty being pleasured by my wife. Our lips touched, and her hand circled around my head, holding me close. It felt different than kissing Donna. Scarlett was more aggressive. She pressed her face tightly against mine, her tongue didn't waste any time finding its way between my lips. She moaned into my mouth as Donna hit a particularly nice spot. My hands drifted down her body, feeling her breasts through her sundress. Scarlett's left hand found its way to mine, and she grasped it tightly. I could feel her squeeze whenever Donna was doing something right.
"She likes that," I told Donna as Scarlett gave me a particularly strong squeeze. "Keep going."
Donna lifted her head for just a moment to say "ok," her mouth glazed with Scarlett's wetness. Scarlett moaned again as her friend's face disappeared again between her legs. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and then leaned in to give her another kiss. When I pulled back, I saw that Steven was also getting into the action, running his hands over his wife's skin as she squirmed in pleasure. After a few minutes, I felt her hand clamp down around mine. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly, her breath stopped completely. Her thighs clamped tight around Donna's head. She shook silently, as if rocked by an earthquake only she could feel. Finally, she inhaled sharply, panting as her body continued to shake. Donna never stopped licking, which I could only tell by the slight motions of her head trapped between Scarlett's thighs. I wondered if she could breath like that.
After a minute, Scarlett finally relaxed. Slumping back in the bench, her legs parted. Donna fell backwards, laughing and gasping for breath. For a minute, we all just sat there, trying to recover and process the craziness we had just experienced.
"Holy shit," Steven finally said, breaking the silence. We all laughed, and Scarlett began looking around for her panties. Fortunately, Donna had some tissues in her bag that she could use to clean up. I grabbed a tissue and wiped down the bench, feeling a little weird about cleaning up my friend's semen. Steven helped Donna clean the last of his cum off her skin, and she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. As we exited the park, I gave one last glance back to the gazebo. Only our little group would know what sins were committed in that magical little structure, but it would always have a fond place in my memories.
We were all pretty tired after our little outdoors adventure, so we made our way back to the cottage we were renting. Once there, we retired to our respective rooms and pretty much collapsed onto the bed. After a nice nap, I awoke to see that Donna was already up. She was looking at me as I sleepily opened my eyes.
"You ok?" I asked. Despite our conversation this morning, I was constantly worried that we would push things too far. Donna was the most important thing in the world to me, and no amount of fun with our friends was worth ruining that.
"Yes. That was even crazier than last night, but yes," she replied.
"Me too," I reassured her. "That was so much fun."
"Dan, "she said nervously. She clearly was afraid to say whatever she had to say, which made me a bit nervous.
"Just tell me," I said. "After all we've been through this vacation, I don't know if anything could surprise me."
She paused for a moment, and then said it. "I want to fuck Steven."
It was strange to hear her say the words, but I felt nothing but relief. I thought Donna might be having second thoughts, so I actually had to stop myself from laughing at her declaration. After everything we'd done with our friends, penis in vagina didn't seem like a very big deal.
"Of course you do," I said. "And I want to fuck Scarlett. I'm kind of surprised that we haven't already. We've done everything else."
She looked relieved. "Do we need to make it a game, or..."
"The games are fun, and keep things relaxed," I said. "But I trust you, Donna. If you want to have sex with Steven without hiding behind the rules of some flimsy game, I don't think you need to pretend. Just ask him."
She smiled. "I hope the games don't stop completely. But just for tonight, I want to see what he's like. Without any time limits or switching or any of that."
"I'm fine with that," I told her. "Are you ok with me having the same experience with Scarlett?"
"Yes," she said. Her voice sounded calm and confident, and I knew she meant it.
"Then it's settled," I said. "If they're ok with it, we'll use the same rooms as last night."
"Just promise me one thing," Donna said. "Tomorrow morning, you'll be mine again?"
"Of course," I told her. "And you'll be mine."
With that, we got out of bed and went to find our friends.
Steven and Scarlett were already awake, and were downstairs in the living room watching TV. "Hey guys, how did you sleep?" Scarlett greeted us, winking.
"I feel great," I said. Donna quickly agreed. I looked at her, trying to silently work out who was going to ask the question. Maybe we should have worked out the details a bit more before coming downstairs. When it became apparent that it was up to me, I tried to figure out the best way to phrase it.
"Donna and I had an idea..." I offered.
"Another game?" Steven asked, his interest piqued.
"Not quite," I said. "Unless the game is called "Switch Partners for the Night."
I was hoping someone would laugh at that, but it was met with a disconcerting silence. I felt almost as uncomfortable as I had when I woke up that morning.
"If you don't want to, it's fine," Donna quickly added. "It's just something we were talking about."
Steven and Scarlett looked at each other, and I wondered if they needed time to talk about it. They had been so delightfully boundary-free this holiday that I hadn't expected this reaction. Before I could tell them to take some time to think about it, Steven finally spoke.
"Honestly, I would love to, and I'm up for it if that's what you guys want. And I don't want to speak for Scarlett, but..." he trailed off, looking at her.
"The part we like the best is watching each other," Scarlett finished for him. "It's fine to split up, and I love what we did last night, but..."
"But you want to do it together," Donna finished for her. Scarlett and Steven nodded.
I was torn. Part of me wanted to be alone with Scarlett, to have her all to myself. To see what would happen between the two of us without our spouses' watchful eyes on us. I remembered the thrill of being alone with Scarlett in the bedroom, her touching herself, my cock sliding between her breasts...
The other part of me thought back to just a few hours ago, and how hot it was to see Donna taken by our friends. Steven's shaft sliding between her lips, Donna looking up at him with that look in her eye...
"Why not both?" I blurted out.
"Like one and then the other?" Steven asked.
"Kind of," I replied, my mind conjuring a plan. "What if we swapped spouses and had a private night together? And tomorrow, we meet as a group and show everybody exactly what we did."
Everyone considered that for a moment. "That sounds nice," Scarlett said sweetly. "I think I'd like both parts of that."
"I want to," admitted Donna for the second time this evening.
"I'm in," said Steven. And that was that.
We packed the essentials while talking about everything we wanted to do this weekend, and everything we would be glad not to have to do. It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, and it was our first one with our friends. "I can't wait to see you in that" I told my wife as she packed some of her summer clothes. I could see she was taking some of my favorite outfits, like the light blue tank top that hugged her curves and the short skirt that showed off her long legs. I followed her lead and packed some things I knew she liked to see me in. Donna smiled at how excited I was about the trip.
What I didn't tell anyone is that I was also excited to be alone with just my wife and our friends. Scarlett is a good-looking woman, and Steven is handsome and athletic. Lately, they had worked their way into my fantasies. I pictured cute Scarlett down on her knees in front of me, my cock inches from her face, as she smiled up at me and then took me in her mouth. I pictured Steven kissing my wife Donna, then pushing her back on the bed, aiming his cock at her wet pussy. I pictured Scarlett and Donna lying next to each other on their backs, holding hands, while they were fucked first by their own husbands, and then by each other's husbands. I felt guilty about having these thoughts, but I told myself that it was just a fantasy, that it would never happen. And I would never do anything to threaten my marriage with Donna, or our friendship with Steven and Scarlett, or their marriage for that matter. But the thought kept creeping in.
Finally, the weekend came and we piled everything into the car. The trip there was uneventful, and sadly non-erotic, as I was more concerned with not getting lost on the godforsaken country roads than with my wife's hot body sitting beside me. She was wearing that hot blue tank top and short black shorts. If I wasn't so eager to meet our friends, I may have pulled over on one of these lonely country roads and enjoyed some hot, awkward car sex. Finally, we pulled up to the cottage.
It was smaller than I expected from the picture, but looked peaceful and rustic as advertised. Steven and Scarlett were already there. Hearing our car, they came out to greet us. Steven welcomed me with his customary handshake, and then leaned over and gave Donna a hug. As Scarlett embraced me, I felt her soft body press against my hard chest, giving me some decidedly wicked thoughts. She was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and shorts, looking fresh and summery. She released me to greet Donna, and I watched their bosoms press together as they hugged. More wicked thoughts.
They showed us the accommodations. The cottage had a large open downstairs area with a kitchen and living room. There was a fireplace that we had no use for in the middle of summer, and a couple of couches, but that was about it. No TV, computer, or any electronic device capable of blasting a presidential tweet into our abused brains. I felt free.
The upstairs floor had two bedrooms and a single shared bathroom. I noticed that the two bedrooms shared a flimsy-looking wall. Looked like the owner had turned a single bedroom cottage into a double bedroom on the cheap. I pondered the implication of the thin wall. Would Donna be comfortable banging in here with our friends right on the other side of this wall? I hoped the setup wouldn't ruin our vacation. I also wondered if Steven and Scarlett had similar concerns when they saw the bedrooms.
After unpacking the car, we spent the rest of the morning hiking through the countryside. Large open spaces and fresh greenery were a pleasant change from city life. I enjoyed the scenery, which intermittently included two lovely female bodies. Whenever the girls walked in front of us, I admired the way that their shorts hugged their asses. The way their hair blew in the wind. Not to mention the way that their breasts bounced and swayed in their little tank tops they wore. I occasionally glanced at Steven to make sure he didn't see me enjoying his wife, but his eyes were already locked on Donna as she scrambled over a large rock in the path. I felt no jealously, but it made me wonder if Donna had worn her skimpy outfit just for me, or if she had thought about who else might be watching her. Or maybe she just wore it because it was hot out... I probably shouldn't jump to conclusions. But if Donna was teasing both of us men on purpose, was Scarlett doing the same? Both women were dressed nearly identically, in tight clothing that was hard to ignore. I made an effort not to stare. Nothing would ruin this vacation faster than making everyone think I was some kind of pervert. Even if there was some truth to that.
We fired up the grill and barbequed our dinner, eating at the picnic table behind the cabin. There was a cool breeze that helped to cut the heat from the blazing sun, although it was finally setting down on the horizon. Dinner conversation was mundane, as Steven seemed most interested in talking about upcoming films he was excited about. Eventually, though, Scarlett commented on the cabin, and asked us what we thought of it.
"It's very cozy and romantic," said Donna. "Perfect for relaxing."
"We thought the same when we first got here," said Steven.
There was a pause in the conversation. I wondered if anyone else was thinking about the problem with the sleeping situation. I felt relieved when Steven brought it up.
"Not much privacy up there. Are you guys ok with that?"
"We all know what happens on vacation," said Donna, "and we're all adults. We can deal with it."
Everyone seemed satisfied with that, and I felt a great sense of relief that I wasn't going to have to spend the weekend celibate. We moved on to drinks, Steven put on some music, and I rolled a joint. We all settled in on the couches to enjoy our evening, talking excitedly about our plans for this getaway. Eventually, Donna expressed the desire to play a game, and everyone seemed keen. I had brought something for just this occasion and ran to get it.
The game was called "Spank the Yeti," but it was basically "Marry, Fuck, Kill" with more options for what to do. One player got cards with three people and three activities, and had to decide what they would do to each person. Other players tried to guess what the answers would be for points. We had all played it before, and, while it was a little bit raunchy, it didn't go too far. Knowing how to play, we started the first round. I went first, and laughed when I saw the three people I had to choose from:
- Mona Lisa
- An angry kangaroo
- A crowd of sports mascots
And my three actions I had to match with those people:
- Film a sex tape with
- Tango with
- Share an apartment with
I chose to share the apartment with Mona Lisa because she was the quietest, tango with the angry kangaroo because anger would add a fiery passion to the dance, and film a sex tape with the mascots because at least it would be funny. Donna correctly guessed all my answers, winning the most points for that round. The losers downed their drinks, which is a rule I don't remember agreeing to, but apparently this was now a drinking game. After a few more rounds, we had all chugged at least one drink and were all feeling good. Donna and Scarlett were the losers in the next round. Scarlett's drink was immediately gone, but my wife hesitated.
Donna begged me for an exception from the drinking, which surprised me a bit, since I was unaware that I was any kind of referee for the game. I refused her request, though, since it didn't seem to fit the spirit of the game. "You drink for me" she insisted anyway, pushing her glass over to me.
"What's in this for me?" I asked, not ready to let her off the hook just yet.
"Sexual favors?" she laughed. I scratched my chin thoughtfully, not sure how to answer that in front of my friends, and pretty surprised that my wife had said that in the first place. She must already be tipsy.
"Not fair," said Scarlett. "What are the rest of us supposed to offer him?"
"Well you can offer," said Donna. I chuckled and downed the drink, not sure how to respond to that. I glanced at Steven and Scarlett's faces, trying to see their reaction to that, but they were already preparing the next hand.
Scarlett leaned over the card box, her low-cut shirt dropping open enough to afford a good look at her large, pale breasts. "We've done these ones before," she complained as she flipped through them. "I know, let's make up our own."
Everyone seemed into the idea, and Donna jumped up and grabbed some paper and pens. It was Steven's turn next. Donna and I came up with the people, while Scarlett jotted down three actions. Donna suggested Donald Trump and Ghandi. I whispered "Let's make it difficult for him" and wrote down Steven's own wife, Scarlett, as one of the choices. We revealed the three people to Steven, and he groaned when he saw Scarlett's name written down.
"Are you guys trying to get me in trouble?" he complained.
"Yes" everyone else answered, nearly in unison. Scarlett started to laugh, and the rest of us joined in when we saw the action cards she had created. I always suspected that she had a but of a dirty mind, and these actions seemed to confirm it. They were all sexual. The people cards were placed down on the table:
- Trump
- Mahatma Gandhi
- Scarlett
And the actions:
- Give oral sex to
- Receive oral sex from
- Receive anal sex from
We all made our predictions and waited for the reveal. Steven began with the most difficult one.
"I would receive anal sex from Gandhi," he deadpanned. "Because I think he would be the gentlest."
We all nodded at his wisdom.
"I would give oral sex to Trump," Steven continued. "Because it doesn't say it has to be Donald Trump. There's always Ivanka."
We laughed, and Scarlett chastised him for not following the spirit of the game. I vowed to be more specific next time.
"And finally, my easiest choice was to receive oral sex from Scarlett, because I know she likes it too, and she knows what I like." He flashed her a smile, which she happily returned. I was smiling too. Finding out that Scarlett liked sucking cock and was good at it was more than I ever dreamed of learning about my friends' sex lives. It's not the kind of thing that came up very often in conversation.
I glanced over a Donna to make sure she was comfortable with the level of sharing that was clearly going to take place in this round, but she was smiling too and seemed like she wanted to say something. I briefly wondered if she was going to say that she liked cocksucking too, but I will never know because she decided to remain silent. Scarlett won that round, clearly knowing her husband's proclivities.
It was my turn next. Donna wrote the actions while Steven and Scarlett chose the people. I assumed they were going to make Donna one of the choices to put me in the same situation, so the choices they revealed momentarily caught me off guard.
- Steven
- Scarlett
- Yourself
"I hope you gave me some easy actions," I said to Donna as she started to reveal my choices.
- Reverse Cowgirl
- Masturbate
- Titty Fuck
All sexual again, and so much dirtier than I expected from my own wife. I looked at Donna, trying to see if she was as surprised as me, but her expression was unreadable. At least she didn't look worried or mad. Everyone wrote down their predictions.
"Well, two of the actions require two people, so I guess I will have to masturbate myself," I said.
"So, same as every other day," Steven joked.
"Hey," I said weakly. "Hm. Just for that, I'm going to reverse cowgirl you."
"Please don't, I'm already getting fucked in the ass by Gandhi," he responded.
"Too bad. And I guess that leaves me titty fucking Scarlett," I said as causally as I could, using the game as a cover to speak aloud something I had imaged dozens of times in my private fantasies.
"If you think you can handle me," Scarlett said, pushing her tits together and smiling. We locked eyes for a second, and I forgot that it was a joke. I quickly looked away.
"I like this," said Scarlett. Let's use ourselves for all the rounds and just write new actions. But with the three other people, not "yourself."
I couldn't believe my ears as I heard Donna and Steven agree. I quickly added my agreement, trying to sound like I wasn't extremely excited about where this seemed to be heading. Steven revealed that he had predicted all my answers correctly, which worried me somewhat. It was Donna's turn next. She got the people cards with our names ready so we could use them for all future rounds, while the rest of us wrote one action each. As I finished writing, I glanced at the names Donna would have to choose from.
- Steven
- Scarlett
- Dan
And I put down my action card. Our friends quickly followed suit.
- Give a sensual massage to.
- Do a striptease for.
- 69 with.
I'll let you guess which action I wrote. Donna bit her lip gently, pondering the possibilities. I would have given anything to be able to peek into her head, see what she was thinking as she imagined herself in these situations with our close friends, who seemed to be getting closer with each round. We all locked in our predictions and Donna began to reveal her answers.
"I'd 69 with Dan," she said, "because he's my husband and that seemed like the safest answer."
It was what I expected, but I was secretly disappointed. Imagining her entwined with one of our friends was getting me hard quickly. Not that I wouldn't like to 69 with Donna of course. In fact, I hoped that would happen later tonight.
"I'd give a sensual massage to Scarlett," my wife continued. Just hearing those words in her innocent voice turned me on even more.
"That sounds lovely," said Scarlett. "What would you do to make it sensual?"
"While I'm rubbing you, I'd lean in close to you and whisper in your ear how hot I think you are," said Donna. She was now speaking in a softer voice, one that I recognized from our bedroom. "I'd let my breasts hang down and run along your back. You could feel my hard nipples. And maybe I could rub your ass for you."
"Whoah!" said Scarlett and Steven when she was finished. I was stunned silent. Did my Donna really say that? Not pausing to let that though hang in the air, Donna finished her turn.
"That means I'd give the striptease to Steven. I don't think that's something he wants to see, but he's a guy so at least he'll appreciate it somewhat."
"Are you kidding," responded Steven without thinking. "You're hot. Any guy would want to see that."
Donna blushed a little at that and looked at me. I nodded my head in confirmation. "That is accurate."
"Maybe not just the guys," laughed Scarlett as she showed us her predictions. We had all correctly guessed Donna's answers, so we called that round a tie. Finally, it was Scarlett's turn. After writing our answers, we all took a look at what she had to choose from.
- Steven
- Donna
- Dan
And the actions:
- Perform oral sex on
- Receive a facial from
- Go through the Kama Sutra with
She gasped at the choices, and we all wrote down our predictions. I've got to say, this was a difficult one to guess. It seemed impossible that Scarlett was about to say that she would do any of these things with me, but I glanced over and saw her writing down her answers confidently. I made my best guesses and waited with anticipation for the reveal.
"I would do the whole Kama Sutra with Steven," she began. "Because I think we've already done most of it, and we might find more to add to our usual rotation." Steven seemed satisfied with that answer, and didn't seem concerned with what she was almost certainly going to say next:
"I would receive a facial from Dan," she said, running her fingers down her face and body like a porn star. "Sorry Donna, you'll have to share him tonight. And I guess that means I get to perform oral sex on Donna," she said to my wife, licking her lips in an exaggerated sultry fashion.
I knew we were all picturing that, and was worried that the tent in my pants was becoming too obvious. But I looked over at Steven and saw that he was having the same problem. And I took a closer look at my wife. Her breathing was heavier than normal, her large breasts rising and falling with each breath, hard nipples poking through the thin fabric of her tank top. And I looked over at Scarlett who was gazing deep into my wife's eyes with lust. What was happening here?
"I have a new idea for the game," Scarlett said. "Husband and wife teams. The other team gives you one action and guesses whether you'll actually do it or not. They get the point if they're correct, you get it if they're wrong. Basically, Truth or Dare with just dares."
We all glanced at each other now that the game was heating up. Everybody seemed willing. "We go first," said Donna. "Give us an action."
Our friends conferred for a while. Finally, they finished writing their prediction and issued their challenge.
"Change shirts in front of us," Scarlett said. It sounded like a command.
My wife and I looked at each other and discussed our strategy.
"I think they bet that we wouldn't do it," said Donna.
"I agree," I answered. "They thought we were going to chicken out. Are you willing to do it to prove them wrong?"
"Let's do it" she said and grabbed the bottom of her tank top, waiting for me. I looked at our friends, trying to figure out if we had guessed correctly or not, but they were wearing their best poker faces. Steven perhaps seemed a little eager, but that might just be because he was about to get to see Donna's breasts. I found that I was strangely ok with that. I grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it off.
Scarlett started hooting and hollering, and I looked over to see Donna sitting there, just barely covering her breasts by holding her arm in front of them while she handed me the tank top. "Hurry," she said, but there was a smile on her face. I enjoyed the view for the few seconds it took to exchange shirts and slip them on. I felt ridiculous in her small tank top, and she was swimming in my larger t-shirt, but we had done it.
"Nice switch," said Steven. And then he flipped over their prediction and showed that they had bet that we would do it. They won the point.
"So we did that for nothing?" asked Donna.
"I wouldn't say it was for nothing," grinned Steven. Now it was Steven's and Scarlett's turn. Scarlett and I debated for a moment, and then wrote down our predictions.
"Take each other's shorts off with just your teeth," said Donna.
Steven and Scarlett's brief debate mirrored ours. What do you think they predicated, and are we willing to do it? From the tone of their voices, I thought they sounded more interested than concerned by the prospect. But it was hard to tell. Finally, they agreed and Scarlett leaned over and took the fabric of Steven's shorts into her teeth. She pulled them down slowly, navigating carefully over the bulge that was becoming increasingly harder to ignore. When she cleared it, it sprang up even further through the thin fabric of Steven's boxers. Scarlett brushed along its length with her cheek as she continued down his body. Finally, Scarlett finished and stood up. Steven, now with a very pronounced erection, sank down and took his wife's shorts in his teeth. They slid down the curve of her hips to reveal a pair of white lacy panties. I confessed that I stared before wondering what Donna though about this. I turned to her, expecting to be met by an angry glare, but instead I saw my wife gazing at our pants-less friends with as much interest as I had been. I set my hand on her thigh, maybe for reassurance, and maybe a little closer to the inside than normal.
"We lost," admitted Donna as she showed our predication. I really thought they wouldn't do it, and Donna agreed. Now we were down by two points, and Donna's competitive spirit came out. As Steven and Scarlett came up with our next challenge, my wife leaned to me and whispered "if it's something really wild, let's just do it. If it's something tame, don't do it."
I wasn't sure about the logic of that strategy, but what the hell.
Our friends turned to face us and Steven said "Give us a private lap dance. Dan dances for Scarlett, and Donna dances for me."
I looked at Donna for any signal that I should abandon the plan. She didn't even look at me. "Yes, we'll do it," she said. I realized that I had left reality far behind and was now in "Letter to Penthouse" territory.
Steven ran and put an appropriate song on, and then showed us upstairs into the bedrooms. Steven took my wife by the hand and led her into his bedroom. I took a moment to process that before escorting Scarlett into my room.
The music was loud, but not loud enough to cover up the sounds of people engaged in some naughty activity. Snippets of conversation and laughter could be heard from our spouses as they prepared to dance. Scarlett sat on the edge of the bed and clapped eagerly. "Go already!"
I began to sway to the music. I am not an expert dancer, but I could fake it for a situation such as this. I met Scarlett's eyes, and then watched as they lowered, taking in my body. I began to run my hands over myself and lose some clothes. As I began to remove my shirt, I noticed that Scarlett's hands were doing some moving of their own. I watched as they ran down the curves of her body, then up and across her chest, tracing her cleavage. Her legs spread and I could see the dark shadow of her pussy behind the thin, wet fabric of her panties. My pants came off, and her finger slid down, pulled aside the crotch of the panties, and started to glide up and down her wet pussy.
Now down to just my underwear, I realized the folly of trying to dance sexily while waving around a huge hard-on. A new approach was called for. I walked close to her until I was standing right in front of her. She looked up at me and smiled. I lowered my underwear, letting my hard cock spring forth. "Oh my god!" she squealed as it bobbed in her face. I wonder what Donna would make of that from next door. Speaking of which, what was Donna doing next door? I tried to listen, but couldn't make out anything definitive. I was also somewhat distracted by the demands of the dance and my friend's wife masturbating herself in front of me.
"Hey, this is a lap dance," Scarlett said as her arms reached around me, grabbed my ass, and pulled me closer to her. I looked at my naked cock sitting right under the chin of my best friend's wife and wondered how this was real. She pulled her shirt off, giving me my first good look at her tits. They were larger than I expected, beautiful pale globes, each topped with large, light pink nipples. I had imagined them many times, but the reality was more stunning than anything I had conjured up.
She squeezed her breasts up like she had done earlier when I said I was going to titty fuck her. Still not believing I was doing this, I slowly ran my cock between her soft, pale breasts. After a couple thrusts, she bent her head down and her lips parted to receive my cock. Her tongue stretched out, just barely touching the tip. And then the song stopped.
We both froze, unsure of what to do now. We hadn't talked about this with our partners. Were Steven and Donna furiously screwing over there, expecting us to do the same? If we started something, would our spouses suddenly burst in and ask what the hell we were doing? We scrambled our underwear back on and stepped out of the bedroom door. Peeking around the corner into the other room, we could see Steven and Donna recovering from a similar state of undress. "How about one more round," suggested Scarlett when everyone has reconvened downstairs. Everyone siting around in just their underwear made the room seem alive. I could feel the sexual tension emanating from everyone like electricity. "Ok," said Scarlett. "Everyone writes some activities, and we choose and all do them together."
Sure, it seemed like everyone was happy to fuck each other a minute ago, but now apparently we have to go back to the game. We never bothered about points or what to do if someone declined a challenge. We knew we probably wouldn't at this point. We all contributed to a small stack of activity cards that got shuffled into a pile. "I'll go first," volunteered Scarlett. "But remember, we all do what's on the card. Agreed?"
Everyone agreed.
"Ok then, we are going to... take off all our clothes," Scarlett read from the card.
I wasn't surprised by the suggestion. However, I was surprised that it was my own wife, Donna, who stood up first and pulled off her black, lacy bra. Her large breasts bounced into view, the pink nipples hard and inviting. I gladly removed my boxers as I watched Scarlett pull her bra off, revealing the tits I had just been fucking a few minutes earlier. Was that a streak of my precum on her left breast?
Steven removed his underwear, giving the ladies a good look at his hard cock. He seemed slightly larger than me, and I wondered what Donna might have done with that while they were alone in the bedroom together. Steven and I sat back and enjoyed the show as the ladies slid down their panties. Finally we were all naked. I gazed at my nude friends, remarking on how relaxed they looked. Scarlett giggled and scooted closer to Steven, hugging him, their naked skin pressed against each other. I did the same, drawing my naked wife close to me. I could feel the heat of her body, and the smoothness of her skin as my fingers traced lazy patterns up her hips and around the sides of her breast. I couldn't believe we were still playing this damn game. I just wanted to pull her legs open and make love to her right there on the floor in front of everyone.
"Looks like we all succeeded," said Donna as she drew the next action card. "Now we have to... perform oral sex on our partners."
My cock was already about to burst. I offered thoughts of gratitude to whoever had written that action card. "Boys first," said Scarlett as she led Steven over to the couch. Donna and I followed close behind. Steven and I sat next to each other, cocks sticking up with anticipation. Our wives moved in front of us and leaned in to kiss us. I felt Donna's warm lips pressed hard against mine, and I broke the kiss to let my gaze wander over her body. I reached out my hand and cupped her breast that was hanging down, rubbing the nipple and making her moan softly in my ear. I looked over at our friends and saw that Steven had his wife's round breasts in his own hands, while her fist slowly pumped up and down his cock.
Finally, Donna kissed her way down my chest and stomach, until she was on her knees in front of me. Scarlett sank down to her knees as well. We had a great view of both wives as they stroked the cocks in front of them and then lowered their heads to take us into their mouths. My gaze was torn between my wife lovingly sucking me, her head bobbing up and down, and Scarlett working Steven's pole with enthusiasm. I wondered what it felt like, and I dared to hope that I might find out soon.
Donna teased the head of my cock, swirling her tongue around it, before parting her lovely lips and taking me deeper in her mouth. It felt heavenly, and I was so worked up from the game and what I had done with Scarlett in the bedroom, that it was difficult not to blow my load in her mouth right that second. She looked up at me, seeing my predicament, and the corners of her mouth curled into an evil smile around my shaft. She started bobbing her head faster. I looked over to see that Steven was in a similar state. Scarlett was cupping his balls as her lips slid up and down his cock. She looked up into his eyes as her free hand reached down between her legs to rub her pussy. And then, still sucking her husband and rubbing herself, she looked over at me. Our eyes locked, and that was all that I could take.
"I'm cumming" I moaned softly. As I started to shoot, Donna pulled me out of her mouth and aimed at her tits. Not fast enough though- the first spurt hit her mouth, the second got her in the chin, and I finished all over her lovely breasts, slumping back from the intensity of the experience. Donna looked so slutty with my cum dripping down her chin onto her tits, but her innocent smile made her especially hot right now. "That was amazing," I told her just as Steven started to moan. Scarlett didn't pull away, and we watched amazed as he filled her mouth with his cum. She swallowed what she could before finally pulling back to gasp for breath.
"Nice," Donna congratulated Scarlett. "You swallowed almost all of it. I never liked to do that myself."
"I love it, "Scarlett said, scooting over closer to my wife. "You look like you could use a hand cleaning up." Donna nodded vigorously. Scarlett leaned in slowly and pressed her lips to Donna's. She lowered my wife down to the floor. Scarlett's lips parted, and her tongue darted out. She tasted Donna's lips, before licking up the cum around her chin and neck. Down to Donna's tits, splattered just a minute ago. Scarlett gently ran her hands down Donna's stomach as she took the nipple into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Donna sighed a moan of contentment.
This was crazier than anything I had dared fantasize about. Donna had never expressed interest in women in the past, but here she was being pleasured by one of her best friends. Add to that the awareness that I was sitting naked on the couch next to my best friend while we watched his wife lick my sperm off my wife's breasts. And that I was somehow getting hard again after just cumming a couple minutes ago. What the hell was happening?
Scarlett kissed and licked her way down Donna's body, stopping with her face right above Donna's pussy. She could probably feel her friend's hot breath. But suddenly, Scarlett stood up. "Nope, the card's not finished yet. We still need to get oral sex from our partners." And with that, she helped Donna up from the floor, took her by the hand, and gestured to us men to follow. Steven and I sprang to our feet and walked behind them up the stairs to one of the bedrooms. As I watched our naked wives walk hand in hand, their round asses swaying side to side, I desperately tried to memorize every detail for future use.
When we arrived in Steven and Scarlett's bedroom, the ladies flopped down on the bed, face up, and ran their hands over their breasts and down their hips. "Hurry up" Donna begged as she spread her legs for me. I kneeled at the bedside between my wife's legs, as Steven did the same for his. I leaned in, breathed in her sweet fragrance, and then slowly began to lick around her pussy, teasing her. I heard Scarlett moaning under Steven's ministrations, tiny little gasps and oohs that I found incredibly hot. I moved up to Donna's clit, swirling my tongue around it, eliciting a moan from her. I knew I couldn't make her cum as quickly as she had made me, but I was determined to try.
After a few minutes of eating out our wives, the moans became muffled. I glanced up and saw that the women were making out with each other, hot and heavy. Their hands were clasped together as we pleasured them, their breasts heaving with each excited breath and each quiver of ecstasy. I tried to glance over at Steven without pulling my mouth away from this sweet pussy, but my vision was blocked by Donna's thigh as her legs suddenly wrapped around my head. I felt her body stiffen and squeeze around me, and I quickened my licking, knowing what was about to happen. "Oh god" Donna moaned into Scarlett's mouth as she came, her whole body rippling with pleasure.
Scarlett smiled as she watched her friend orgasm right next to her, and looked down at me and smiled. I kept going, knowing that Donna could cum multiple times if she was in the mood. And I had a feeling she was in the mood. As I was working her up to her second orgasm, I looked up and saw Scarlett's eyes roll back with pleasure as her own orgasm overcame her. Donna leaned over and took Scarlett's nipple in her mouth, sucking it as she bucked and moaned. Scarlett's eyes snapped back open, looking down lovingly at Steven as the waves of pleasure began to subside. I never got to give that second orgasm, since the ladies sat up.
Suddenly, what had felt so natural just a minute ago felt strange again. We were sitting here naked with our best friends, and we had all just watched each other cum hard. I wondered what was going to happen now, and looked for any sign that I may have just ruined my marriage or friendships. Instead, I just saw contentment and exhaustion. Donna pulled me up on the bed next to me and snuggled close. Steven crawled up between Donna and Scarlett and embraced his wife tenderly. As we lay there naked on the same bed and slowly drifted to sleep, I replayed the day's events in my mind, still trying to shake off the feeling that none of this was real. As sleep overtook me, my last thought was to wonder what tomorrow might bring.
I woke up in a pile of naked friends, my wife nowhere to be seen. It took my poor abused brain a minute to figure out what the hell was going on. When I finally did, my stomach, already a bit queasy from all the drinking, plummeted as I faced the consequences of my actions. Where was Donna, and what was she thinking? Had I ruined my marriage? Had I ruined my friendship with Steven and Scarlett? My brain helpfully started to generate images of my whole life dissolving into blackness, everything I being loved torn from me. And it was all my fault. I gently maneuvered my way out of bed, dreading waking my friends and seeing the same look on their faces that I had on mine. I had to find Donna and get answers before my imagination spawned even more awful possibilities.
I slipped out into my own room, but it was empty. Grabbing a shirt and pants, I dressed and headed downstairs. Entering the kitchen, I finally found my wife. She was sitting at the table, wearing her robe, drinking a cup of coffee. "Donna?" I asked, tentatively.
She looked up at me, wearing the expression of someone just as hungover as me. There was a dreadful moment of silence, and then she said "holy shit Dan, did that really happen?"
I nodded. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know things would get so out of control. I should have stopped it."
She smiled at me. "Any of us could have stopped it, Dan. It's nobody's fault. We were all having fun."
"I know, but we weren't thinking," I said, trying to find the words to get these feelings out. "What if Steven and Scarlett regret it? What if it changes everything?"
"What would it change?" Donna asked. I felt relieved that she wasn't angry or embarrassed, but her cool reaction was puzzling me.
"Well, we've seen our friends naked. We had sex in front of each other! You were in there with Steven..." I trailed off, afraid to ask.
"And you were in there with Scarlett," she answered. "Do we want to tell each other what happened?"
I couldn't respond. I very much wanted to know what she and Steven did together, but I very much didn't want to tell her what I had done with Scarlett. She didn't seem inclined to volunteer any details either, so the silence said it all. I wondered if I could be ok with not knowing if my wife fucked my friend. For now, it seemed better to leave it unsaid.
Finally, Donna spoke. "We can't take anything back, so let's see what happens gong forward. Besides, I don't think I would take back last night, even if I could. That was one of the hottest nights I've ever had."
Even through the fog of my hangover, I felt a jolt of excitement from that. She liked it. Thank fucking god, she liked it as much as I did.
"Me too," I admitted. "But I hope we didn't fuck up things with our friends."
On cue, we heard the sound of people moving from upstairs. Steven and Scarlett were emerging from their slumber, and would soon be down to have potentially the most awkward conversation of our lives. "What should we say to them?" Donna whispered to me.
"Just be cool," I whispered back, desperately trying to sound cool. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee from the pot and joined Donna at the table. After a few minutes we heard footsteps on the stairs, and then our friends appeared in the kitchen. They had thrown on some new clothes, and were rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Immediately, Steven gave us a big grin. "Hell of a night!" he said.
The tension I had been holding in my body started to fade. I felt as comfortable with my friends as I ever had.
"Move it!" Scarlett said as she shoved Steven aside to get to the coffee. "My head is killing me." They joined us at the table, the conversation jumping from how we all felt like shit to how amazing last night was. I asked our friends if they'd ever done anything like that before.
"Nothing that crazy," Steven said, smiling directly at my wife. For a moment, I pictured them alone in that room. What had they done together?
"It was a good crazy," Scarlett said, smiling at me. The memory of the two of us alone in that room came flooding back, the sight of my hard cock between her breasts...
"So what now?" Donna asked. We all looked around at each other and shrugged.
"I'm taking a shower, can't think past that right now," Scarlett said, standing up. Steven joined her as they headed back upstairs.
"Huh. That was not what I was expecting. That was not weird at all," I told Donna.
"You worry too much," she said, standing up. "Now I'm going to see if I can find any painkillers because my head is killing me. If we do that again, no drinking!"
She left me there at the table, her words bouncing through my mind.
"If we do that again..."
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We all felt better by lunchtime, and went out to one of the little country restaurants in town. Our conversation felt as natural as ever, but I couldn't get the images from last night out of my head. I watched as Scarlett put her drinking straw to her lips, remembering how she looked with those lips wrapped around her husband's cock. She was wearing a light, yellow summer dress that clung to her in a way that was impossible to ignore. Steven handed something to my wife, and I remembered him grabbing her hand last night and leading her upstairs. Donna made a "mmm" noise as she tasted her food, and I could hear the sounds of her moans as she came hard while our friends
other patrons inside, but they were too far away to hear the details of how I liked my cock sucked.
"Not always," said Scarlett, grinning at Steven. "But he likes me to swallow, and I like it too. And you, Dan! I had no idea you had such a talented tongue. You had Donna going crazy last night!"
Put on the spot, I graciously accepted the compliment. "Thank you, but I've had a long time to practice. Steven didn't seem to be doing so bad himself."
He just smiled, as we all remembered Scarlett squirming as he licked her. "I hope you enjoyed the show" he said.
We did. There was a break in the conversation. We all wanted to say it. Finally, Scarlett did. She was always the adventurous one.
"I talked to Steven this morning, and we both thought last night was great. And honestly, we don't want the game to stop. We don't want to pressure you, and it's totally cool if you want it to be a one-time thing."
"I want to do it again," I blurted out like a child that had just gotten off a rollercoaster. I looked over at Donna, hoping I hadn't said the wrong thing, but she was already agreeing. So, it was out there now. Everyone was in.
"Good," Steven said. "Because I have an idea for a game we can play right here." We all leaned in close. I don't know why, because he wasn't whispering.
"This is the first I'm hearing about it," Scarlett said. "What do you have in mind?"
Steven picked up two sugar packets from the table, a yellow one and a blue one. He dropped them into an empty cup. "It's a game called 'Luck of the Draw.' Reach into the cup without looking, and pick a packet. Yellow means you do something with your partner, and blue means you do something with the other person's partner."
"What do you mean 'do something?'" Donna asked nervously. "We're in a restaurant."
"Depends on how brave you are," Steven joked. "But nobody's out here except us. Keep it under the table and the rest of us will keep an eye out."
"I'm in," Scarlett said quickly, a gleam in her eye. I nodded my agreement as well.
Donna glanced at the door nervously. "This is it," I thought. "Too much, too soon. Crossed the line." Last night we had been drunk, and in the privacy of our cottage. It was just us having fun with our friends, and it felt like the rest of the world didn't exist. Now here we were, stone cold sober and looking at the rest of the world enjoying their lunches just inside the restaurant door. Nobody appeared to be paying attention to us, but the danger of getting caught was very real.
"Fine," Donna said, surprising me. "But I'm not going first."
"You might be, if I pick the blue one," Steven grinned. He shook the cup, closed his eyes, reached in and grabbed one. He held up his closed fist like it contained the cure for cancer. Finally, it opened, revealing the yellow packet. I suddenly realized that I had stopped breathing and inhaled deeply. I looked over at my wife, seeing a look of slight disappointment instead of the relief I had expected. I quickly looked at Scarlett, who was beaming.
"What are you going to do with me?" she cooed to her husband, leaning over to kiss him. The kiss lasted for a long time, and we saw Steven's arm sneak over to her lap.
"Mmm," Scarlett moaned into his mouth, her body squirming. Whatever he was doing to her under the table seemed to be hitting all the right spots. My gaze darted everywhere. Checking the door, trying to guess what Steven's hand was doing from his arm position, checking Donna's reaction, enjoying Scarlett's face as her husband played with her. I admit that most of my attention was focused on Scarlett. She looked so fucking hot. Her eyes were closed, her lips just barely parted as she let out fast, ragged breaths. Her breasts heaved slightly with each tremble, the shape clearly visible through her thin dress. I love watching a woman enjoy herself, and the dangerous setting and the forbidden thrill of it being one of my best friends made it even hotter.
She let out the quietest moan, almost a squeak. I felt my cock twitch and begin to grow. This was better than porn. Scarlett suddenly opened her eyes, looking directly into mine. She smiled at me, her body still squirming. Then her eyes shifted to Donna, and I saw my wife lean forward slightly, as if drawn to her friend. I was wondering if Steven was going to make Scarlett cum for us, when Donna suddenly grabbed the sugar packets and threw them back in the cup.
"Fine Steven, your game is awesome but you can't just make us watch. Next draw is for both couples," she said. She had changed her mind about the game hilariously quickly. My hand brushed against my hard cock under the table. I wasn't going to argue.
"My turn," Scarlett said, reaching into the cup. Her fist opened, revealing the blue packet. I think I stopped breathing for a moment. We were really going to do this.
The women stood up and switched places, Scarlett settling in beside me. I watched my wife sit down next to Steven. She had a nervous look on her face, but she sat right next to him, so close their thighs must have been touching. I wasn't sure what would happen next. Was I supposed to touch Scarlett, or was she going to touch me, or was it a free-for-all?
Nobody moved for a few seconds, making me think that everyone had the same question. "We didn't really figure out how this works," Scarlett laughed. "I drew, so I think that means I do the playing. And Donna too, let's make it the ladies' turn."
I stiffened as I felt Scarlett's hand touch my knee under the table, and slowly slide up my thigh. I saw my wife's arm moving on the other side of the table. Whatever she was doing made Steven close his eyes and smile.
I looked over at Scarlett, and saw that she was looking right at me. Her eyes had the same twinkle I saw in them last night, when she was lying back on the bed, touching herself right in front of me. The same naughty smile she gave right before her head lowered and licked my cock that was rubbing between her soft tits...
"Oh my," Scarlett whispered as her hand finally reached my erection. She rubbed it slowly through my pants. "Donna, your husband really likes this game. How's mine doing over there?"
"Steven seems pretty happy," Donna replied. My mind raced, picturing her stroking his hard cock. They looked at each other with lust. Was this the first time she had touched his cock like this? My attention jerked back to the lovely lady sitting beside me when her fingers started to unfasten my pants. I hurriedly glanced at the restaurant door, realizing that I had completely forgotten where I was. I relaxed when I saw that the coast was clear, but tensed up again as I felt my friend's hand snake down the front of my pants. She quickly found the hole in my boxers and took me in her hand for the first time. Her hand wrapped around my erection, squeezed me slightly. I heard a zipper from the other side of the table, and realized my wife was doing the same thing. Donna's other hand reached down, adjusting something. I heard Steven sigh in relief. I suspected that she had freed his cock from his pants, and was now stroking him freely in the open air of the restaurant. Impatiently, I reached down and adjusted myself, allowing my cock to slip through my open fly to freedom. Scarlett's warm hand wrapped around it, stroking it slowly from the base to the tip. I wanted to touch her, but Steven hadn't made any moves yet and I didn't want to ruin what was happening.
I looked back at Steven and was shocked to see that he was sitting alone. Where was...?
Then I heard the wet sounds coming from under the table. Oh my god. My wife was..? Here?
Donna suddenly popped back up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at me, and then at Scarlett, without a trace of shame. "He was getting a little dry," she said as her hand resumed its rhythmic motion on Steven's cock.
I sat there stunned, getting a handjob from one of my best friends and trying to process what I had just seen. I've been with my wife for so many years, but I never would have guessed that this side of her existed. We'd fooled around outdoors a little, but she'd never gone down on me in public like that. I felt a little jealous that Steven had experienced that from my wife. But I quickly decided that I was more excited than jealous, and that I did find a lot of pleasure in watching them together. I love my wife and my friends, and I seeing them give each other pleasure made me happy for them. I turned to Scarlett, trying to show her with my eyes how much I was enjoying all of this.
"Hmm," said Scarlett, checking to see if the coast was clear. And then her head was in my lap. I felt her lips kiss the head of my cock, and then part. Then I felt her warm, wet mouth around me. She bobbed her head a few times, and then sat back up, blushing. After checking to make sure no one noticed, I saw that Steven and Donna were looking at us intently, her arm still moving rhythmically in his lap.
"Fuck, that's hot," Steven whispered. Just then, I saw motion coming from inside. I quickly grabbed Scarlett's hand and moved it away, and motioned for Donna to stop. I didn't have enough time to tuck myself back into my pants before our waitress strolled out to the table to check on us. She was young, probably early 20's, with short blonde hair. Very cute. I tried to act casual as she asked us if we needed any more drinks. I was on the far side of the table from her, so I didn't think she could see my hard cock sticking straight up into the air, cold without Scarlett's hand around it. I glanced at Steven to see if he was feeling as awkward as me. It was weird knowing he also had his erection bouncing around while this girl took our drink orders.
After what seemed like a long time, the waitress left. I noticed a strange expression on her face as she looked at us before heading back inside. Had she seen something, or were we just acting weird? I didn't know, but it felt like the game was over.
"Maybe we shouldn't press our luck," laughed Scarlett, and we all nodded our agreement. Steven and I stuffed our cocks back into our pants, which seemed uncomfortably tight. We behaved for the rest of the meal, and then headed out together.
The little country village near our cottage was charming, and we spent a little while strolling around, checking it out. We were acting flirty with each other, still turned on from the game. It felt right, and I wanted to push things further. I was trying to think of a game that could move things in the direction I wanted. Looking at Donna gave me a filthy idea.
"You know," I said, "the last game ended so fast that Donna got left out. Maybe the next game should be all about her."
"I like the sound of that," Donna said, grinning. "What did you have in mind?"
"Let's find someplace a bit more private," I said, motioning us off the main road. We walked for a few minutes, and found a small park with well-maintained walking paths and a gazebo. There was no one around, and the trees around the perimeter hid most of it from view. It was perfect for what I had in mind. I led our little group into the gazebo and we sat on the benches. It was just big enough for the four of us, with two benches inside. It was slightly elevated with four stairs leading up to the platform, and the waist-high wooden walls of the structure gave us enough privacy in case someone wandered by. The peaceful setting contrasted wickedly with what was about to happen here.
"So now will you tell us this game?" Donna asked. Without speaking, I took her in my arms, pulled her close, and kissed her passionately on the lips. Steven and Scarlett made a funny "oooh" noise as my arms wrapped around my wife tightly, my lips exploring hers. After a little while, I pulled back. Donna made a small disappointed noise.
"I call this game 'Next Level.' It's very simple. We each take turns with Donna, but you have to go a little further than the previous person. Donna, you can stop the game at anytime if you feel uncomfortable." The look on her face told me that was unlikely.
"Ok, I've already had my turn with her. Steven, can you take it to the next level?" I got up and offered my seat next to my wife to my friend. We switched places. I settled in on the other bench next to Scarlett, and Steven sat down next to Donna. They looked at us for a moment, and then turned to each other. For a few seconds, nobody moved. Then Steven slid his arms around her waist, exactly as I had. She leaned toward him, her eyes closing. Their heads came together, their lips touched. Gently at first. Then harder. Their lips parted slightly, and we could see their tongues gently dancing. Even after all that had happened, it felt shocking to see my wife and friend kissing so tenderly. I glanced over at Scarlett, and could tell she was having the same feelings. But she also had the same glint in her eye that was beginning to become familiar.
Then, Steven took it to the next level. His hands started roaming over Donna's body, settling on her chest. He caressed her breasts through her thin shirt, making her let out a small moan as he found one of her nipples and gave it a little pinch. I felt my cock growing in my pants as I watched them together. I don't know how much time passed, but eventually Steven pulled back. He didn't even glance at his audience. He was looking deep into my wife's eyes, and she was looking back intensely. After a few seconds, he stood up and motioned to Scarlett that it was her turn.
"Oh my god that was hot," Scarlett murmured as she sprang up to take her place next to Donna. I had seen the girls kiss last night, and under very intense circumstances. To be honest, the image of them kissing and holding hands as we fucked them had been popping into my mind all day. I wondered what Scarlett was going to do to take the game further. Steven sat next to me as we eagerly waited to see what our girls would do. I felt a little strange after seeing how lovingly he kissed my wife while feeling her up. But I didn't want to stop. I wanted to see how far it would go.
Scarlett ran her head through her friend's hair, giggling a little with uncharacteristic self-consciousness. The look on Donna's face was unreadable, making me wonder if there was a problem. While the women had been into each other last night, maybe things were different in the sober, harsh light of day. My worries evaporated as Scarlett pulled Donna in close and kissed her. She was rougher than Steven had been, her hand wrapped around Donna's head holding her close. Her hands started to explore my wife's body, just as Steven had. I couldn't deny that it was hot seeing another woman's hand slide across Donna's breasts.
The next level surprised me. Scarlett's hands suddenly roamed down Donna's torso, grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and peeled it up over her head. Holy shit, she had just ripped off my wife's shirt. The kissing resumed, the roaming hands now having much more skin to explore. I looked at Donna sitting there in just her bra and skirt in the middle of a public park, her pale skin reflecting the midday sun. Fuck, she looked so sexy. Finally, Scarlett pulled away, her fingers trailing up Donna's breasts, neck, and face before she was fully standing.
"This is mine now," Scarlett said evilly, grabbing Donna's t-shirt and coming over to me. I stood, letting her sit down next to her husband. Steven just said "nice," and gave her a high five. I rolled my eyes as I moved over to my nearly-topless wife, sitting down next to her. The possibilities for what I could do were running through my head. How far did I want to go?
"I like this game," Donna said sweetly, her bright tone contrasting with the exposure of her sexy body.
"Me too," I said, leaning into her. We kissed again, the feel of her lips familiar after so many years together. My fingers traced down the soft skin of her neck, and across her chest. Her arms were around my neck, her body tensed in the way she does when she is very turned on. Part of me wanted to go slow, but that part was easy to ignore. Scarlett had inspired me. I wanted to see more of Donna. I wanted our friends to see her. My hand drifted down to her lap, grabbed her skirt, and pulled it up slowly. Donna's arched her back slightly, raising her ass, letting me expose her to everyone. I looked down at her sexy black panties, just barely covering her from sight. I looked in her eyes to make sure I wasn't going too far. The naked lust I saw there showed me I could go further. My fingers traced around her inner thighs, brushing over her panty-clad pussy. Donna shivered, and I kissed her hard again. I wanted to release my bulging cock and take her right there in front of everyone. Somehow, I pulled back. Surveying what I had done, I had a moment of clarity through the fog of excitement. Donna was sitting there in her underwear, her skirt bunched up around her stomach, her legs parted lewdly.
I looked over at our friends. Scarlett's gaze was locked on my wife, her finger absent-mindedly twirling a strand of hair. Steven jumped up as soon as I stood. He couldn't wait for his turn. He was obviously erect, his cock making a comically-large tent in his pants. I'd pushed the limits with my turn, and now I wondered what Steven was going to do with Donna. As I sat down next to Scarlett, she leaned over and whispered to me. "Donna is so sexy. I never thought she would do this." Her warm breath tickled my ear.
"Me neither," I whispered back as we turned our attention back to the scene playing out in front of us. This time, Steven took a long look at Donna's body close up before going in for a kiss. His hands started roaming immediately, running down her bare stomach. He didn't waste any time. His fingers found her pussy. I knew exactly what he was feeling. The familiar feel of heat and wetness radiating through the thin material of her panties. And now another man was feeling it too, as I watched.
He rubbed her slowly, eliciting a small gasp of pleasure. They continued to kiss as he rubbed her. Her hips slowly rocked, straining up to meet his fingers. Suddenly he pulled his hand up, making Donna squeal in frustration. "Keep going," she begged him.
"First, I want something from you," he said seriously. His hand reached behind her back and smoothly unclasped her bra. It loosened around her body. Donna gasped as he grabbed it from the front, pulling it off her arms and away from her. She made an instinctive motion to cover up before stopping herself, letting her beautiful breasts bounce slightly with the motion of her body. Her pink nipples stood out temptingly in the open air. Steven stood and walked away from her, leaving her topless and alone on the bench. He carried her bra over and set it on our bench, next to the t-shirt which Scarlett had neatly folded. Scarlett stood and slowly walked over to Donna, taking in her nearly-naked body as she approached.
"I love your body," Scarlett said as she sat down next to my wife, her hands reaching out. They contacted Donna's bare breasts, making her tremble slightly. Tracing around the contours, up to the neck, and back down to the hard nipples.
"Ooh" Donna sighed as her friend leaned in and kissed her. Things were heating up quickly, and I was literally on the edge of the bench seat, waiting to see what Scarlett would do. She moved lower on Donna's body, but the kissing didn't stop. I watched as her lips brushed the side of Donna's neck. I leaned forward even more to see clearly as Scarlett's lips kissed over her friend's naked tits. I watched as Scarlett took a nipple in her lips, sucking it gently. And I had to stop my hand from reaching down to stroke myself as she kissed lower. Making her way down the stomach, she was frustrated by the bunched-up skirt. Grabbing it firmly, she yanked it down under Donna's ass, pulled it off her legs, and tossed it over to me and Steven. Steven caught it and placed it neatly on the growing pile of clothes.
When I turned back to the girls, Scarlett was getting down on her knees between my wife's legs. I might have actually gasped, I'm not sure. I thought she was going to go down on her right there, but she took it easy, caressing Donna's legs and feeling around her pussy. Her fingers rubbed through the cloth, making Donna groan. I wondered if it felt different for her to be touched by another woman. Scarlett traced broad circles over her friend's panties, whispering something that I couldn't quite hear. I'm not sure Donna heard either. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body gyrating with the rhythm of Scarlett's rubbing. She had sunk down low on the bench, as if trying to press her pussy into Donna's rhythmic hand motions. And it was a good thing she was in that position, because just then I heard something from behind us.
My head snapped around and saw a man and woman walking into the park, holding hands. They looked to be in their forties. Probably just another couple, enjoying a country vacation same as us. "Stay down," I hissed to our wives. "Someone's coming." Scarlett's hand froze in place on my wife's pussy. Donna's face was a mixture of confusion and excitement. Her head was still swimming with the pleasure Donna had been giving her, and I could see her struggling to process this new information. She folded her arms across her breasts and drew her legs in tight, trying to hide. I hoped the walls of the gazebo were high enough.
The couple was coming directly toward us. From their vantage point, Steven and I were the only people they could see in the gazebo. Fuck, they really were coming right towards us. I searched my brain for what to say if they walked in on our predicament. "What do we do?" I whispered to Steven. The public exposure had seemed so sexy just a minute ago, and now my mind was swimming with all the possible consequences of our fun little game. I held my breath as they approached.
"Just be cool," said Steven, being impossibly cool.
I exhaled as they stopped, only about seven steps away from us. From their angle, the view was blocked by the gazebo's wooden, waist-high walls. But just a few steps to the left would give them a great view through the entrance to the gazebo, where my almost-naked wife lay sprawled on the bench. "Hi, sorry to bother you," the man said cheerfully. "Do you know where we can get hiking supplies in this town? The store on the main road is closed today."
"Sorry," I said. "We're not from here."
"Oh, ok," said the man. "We'll keep looking around. Hope we find a place soon though. It's a beautiful day to be outside."
"It sure is," Steven said, grinning. I saw some motion in the corner of my vision, and tried to glance naturally over to see what Donna was doing. To my absolute shock, I saw that Scarlett had resumed rubbing my wife, and that Donna had her hand clamped over her mouth, desperately trying not to make a sound. Holy fucking shit. I quickly looked back at the nice couple, my retinas burning with the image I'd just seen.
After a few more exchanges about how nice this village was, the couple finally turned and walked off. I sighed in relief and watched Steven's face as he turned back around to see what was happening.
"Holy fucking shit," he gasped. I wanted to laugh.
Scarlett stood up proudly, surveying her work. Donna panted heavily, her breasts heaving, as she recovered from what Scarlett had been doing to her. "Now that's the fucking next level," Scarlett exclaimed. "Beat that."
I didn't know if I could, but that wouldn't stop me from trying. "Are you ok," I asked Donna as I moved next to her. "That was a close one."
She looked up at me, and then scooted up a little, peeking over the gazebo wall to make sure the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, she settled back into the bench, displaying her perfect body to us. "I know it's crazy, but I really didn't care if they saw me. I don't want to stop. Just keep an eye out, you two," she ordered our friends.
I looked at my wife and saw a stranger. How had I never seen this side of her in all these years? A day ago I never would have guessed her exhibitionist tendencies, much less her willingness to swing with our best friends (and another woman! and in public!) Maybe she was thinking the same about me. Who knows how depraved our loved ones can be, hiding just beneath the surface?
My thoughts were cut short as Donna grabbed me and pulled me to her, clearly impatient. I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming her body and quickly finding her hot pussy. I knew what my next step was. "I'm the only one who hasn't claimed some of your clothes," I told her. She moaned as my fingers traced around her pussy. I took a moment to appreciate what I was about to do. Then I moved my hands around to her hips, grabbed the sides of her panties, and slid them down. She willingly lifted her ass to allow me to slide them off, leaving her fully naked. I looked over at our friends, and was not surprised to see their hands were in each other's laps while they enjoyed the show. Well, there was no rule against that.
"Please," Donna moaned, lifting her hips to bring her pussy closer to my hand.
"Just a minute," I teased as I tossed her panties to Steven. He took a long look at them before placing them on the clothes pile. I looked back at my wife who looked almost obscene, her pussy pink and swollen with arousal, framed by her closely-trimmed public hair. I gave her what she wanted. Two of my fingers slid around her entrance, feeling the moisture from within. My thumb rubbed around her clit at the same time, making her tremble.
"Oh god," she mumbled. Our years together made it easy to tell when she was getting close, but I don't think I'd ever seen her quite so horny. I thought about allowing her to cum right there, but looking over at Steven gave me other ideas. I continued for a minute, bringing her right to the edge of her orgasm. Then I slowed and stopped, standing up quickly.
"Fuck," she cried in frustration. "Just a minute longer."
"I think you'll get your wish," I said, changing places with Steven. He wasted no time, his fingers slipping into her pussy. Donna's eyes closed in pleasure, her hips rolled as he fingered her. By the time I sat down, Donna was already back on the road to orgasm.
"Take it to the next level," Scarlett ordered her husband as I sat down next to her. Scarlett's hand found its way over to my cock, straining through my pants. I reciprocated, my hand finding its way under her dress. Her pussy was just as hot and wet as my wife's. Steven got down onto his knees, positioning himself between Donna's legs. She draped his legs over his shoulders as he lowered his mouth to her pussy. His tongue darted out, licking her sweet pussy as her legs squeezed around him. Her ass lifted from the bench. She was going to cum for him any second. My friend looked so comfortable between my wife's legs as he pleasured her. For the hundredth time, I wondered what had happened between the two of them last night.
I leaned over to Scarlett as my fingers pulled her panties aside. "Are you ok with this?" I whispered to her. I knew the answer, but I wanted to hear her say it.
"Oh my god this is the hottest thing I've ever seen," she said, stroking me gently through my clothes. She let out a little sigh as I found her hard little clit.
Just then, a much louder moan filled the gazebo. Donna's hips bucked, her hands grabbed Steven's head, holding him close. He kept licking as she came hard in his mouth. Another line crossed, I thought to myself. All the orgasms this trip had been with our own partners so far. This was my first time watching my wife cum for someone other than me. I know Donna had boyfriends before me, but seeing it happen right in front of you is different. Seeing her cum for my best friend gave me a few confusing feelings. But most of them were good. Donna's convulsions finally stopped and she collapsed back into the bench, panting hard. I almost forgot about Scarlett until she pushed my hand away and stood up.
For some reason I thought the game would be over when Donna came. It wasn't.
Scarlett tapped Steven on the shoulder, and he reluctantly stood up. But when Steven started to walk over to the spectator bench, she stopped him. "Next level," she said, reaching down to his pants. She quickly unfastened Steven, pulling down his pants and boxers. His cock bounced free, and Scarlett took it in her hand. I looked around furtively, making sure there was no one around. Standing up like he was, I was sure Steven was easily visible over the gazebo walls.
With a firm grip on his cock, Scarlett led her husband over to the bench until he was standing in front of my naked wife. Scarlett's other hand circled Donna's head, tipping it forward as she guided Steven's cock into Donna's mouth. I couldn't help it. Watching Donna's lips wrap around his cock, I had to touch myself. I unzipped my pants and stroked myself slowly as my wife's head started moving back and forth, clearly enjoying having Steven in her mouth. I'd seen her give me a hundred blowjobs, but I'd never seen it from this angle before. Meanwhile, Scarlett got down on her knees between Donna's splayed legs and leaned in. She started with long slow licks, and then added some fingers as her tongue danced around my wife's pussy. Donna made small noises, muffled by the cock she was still eagerly sucking.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd ever be watching my wife get double-teamed by our friends. We had gone way beyond anything in my fantasies by this point. After a few minutes, I saw Donna's body rock again, surrendering to the pleasure Scarlett was giving her. As she came down from her orgasm, I saw her look over at me. Our eyes met as she sucked Steven's cock, I saw her look down at my own cock as I stroked it to the hot scene. She pulled her head back for a moment and smiled at me, before kissing, licking, and taking Steven into her mouth again.
Scarlett was caressing Donna's thighs, tracing lazy lines up her legs and around her pussy. She looked over at me and gestured for me to come over. Giving one last glance around to see if the coast was clear, I took off my pants and boxers and stood to join them. As I approached, Scarlett reached out and grabbed my erection. Pulling me to her, she gave me a few long strokes before lowering her head and licking up and down my shaft. My gaze darted between both ladies eagerly sucking us. It was the switch I had wanted last night, but was too scared to suggest. It didn't last long, sadly. But I wasn't complaining, as Scarlett pressed my cock against Donna's wet pussy. I took a step closer, letting her guide me inside.
"Mmm yes fuck me Dan," Donna nearly growled, taking a momentary break from Steven. I obliged, pressing deeper into her. She felt amazing. I quickened my strokes a bit, making her body bounce. She made a disappointed sound as the cock bounced right out of her mouth. I slowed, finding the pace I could fuck her without disturbing Steven's fun.
Scarlett was still next to me, her hand on my ass, pushing me forward with each thrust. Suddenly, she got up and moved next to her husband. She took his head in her hands and kissed him while my wife sucked him. Scarlett reached down and cupped his balls, making him moan. I could tell he wouldn't last much longer. Donna looked up at him, and quickened her head motions. That was all it took, and Steven let out a loud moan.
Donna pulled her head back, but close enough that she could still lick the head of his cock while her hand stroked him rapidly. His body stiffened and he held on tight to Scarlett as he began to shoot thick loads at my wife. It splattered her lips and chin, with the final spurts landing on the bench next to her. Donna seemed to be enjoying her close-up view, watching in fascination as he came for her. She never stopped stroking, but slowed as he started to come down from his orgasm. The look on Donna's face was so hot to me, and I started to fuck her faster. Without a cock in her mouth, I could pound her as hard as I wanted. That's exactly what I did. Grabbing her hips and thrusting into her, I felt my own pleasure build. After a couple minutes, it was too much and I closed my eyes tightly as I came deep in Donna's pussy.
When I opened my eyes, Donna was looking at me. She was a sexy mess, but she was beautiful to me. I slowly withdrew from her. As my mind started to come down from the pleasure high it had been on, I suddenly remembered where we were. I looked around, but the coast was still clear. Lucky. I hadn't been paying attention. I don't think any of us had been.
"Well you boys had your fun with Donna," Scarlett said, still caressing Steven's chest as his cock slowly softened, still hanging in front of Donna's face. "I think it's my turn." She grabbed Donna by the hands and helped her up, moving her towards the other, sperm-free bench. Sitting down, Scarlett pulled up the bottom of her dress, revealing a pair of pink cotton panties. "Fuck, I'm so turned on," she said in a low, intense voice. "Help me Donna."
"I thought you'd never ask," Donna said, settling down between Scarlett's legs. Steven and I were pulling our boxers and pants back on in case anyone else wandered by. The girls seemed unconcerned, or they were just trusting us to keep an eye open for them. I had lost track of where we were while Steven and I were double-teaming my wife, but I made a mental note not to let that happen again. What we were doing was dangerous, but no one seemed to care. It felt like we were totally out of control. I wondered what my mother-in-law would think of her daughter, naked in a gazebo, fooling around with her friends. My mind got a bit off-track here, wondering if we would all develop a gazebo fetish. Fortunately, Scarlett giggled as my wife traced her fingers around her legs and inside to her thighs. It snapped my attention back to where it should have been.
I tore my gaze between surveying the park entrance and watching the scene play out before me. Donna and Scarlett had fooled around last night, but I didn't expect it to go beyond kissing and a bit of touching. But here we were. Scarlett had already made my wife cum with her mouth, and it looked like Donna was about to return the favor.
Donna peeled Scarlett's panties down, and leaned in close. I had seen Scarlett naked before, but I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity to do so again. I moved closer, standing next to the girls and running my hand through Donna's hair as she knelt. Steven followed my lead, standing on the other side of them. We had a great view as Donna's head lowered. Her lips parted, and her tongue stuck out and took a long lick from the bottom of Scarlett's pretty pussy all the way to the top. Scarlett shuddered as she felt the touch on her clit. Donna placed the thumb of her right hand on the clit and began to rub in slow circles, while her tongue explored every inch of Scarlett.
"Oh my god," Scarlett moaned, her hand moving through Donna's hair where her fingers met mine. Scarlett looked at me, her lips parted slightly as if waiting. We had crossed many lines together, but they had all been strictly sexual. A kiss somehow felt more personal. Romantic. I knew what she wanted, though, and I wanted it too. I looked at Steven as I lowered my head to kiss his wife. He just smiled, so I turned back to the beauty being pleasured by my wife. Our lips touched, and her hand circled around my head, holding me close. It felt different than kissing Donna. Scarlett was more aggressive. She pressed her face tightly against mine, her tongue didn't waste any time finding its way between my lips. She moaned into my mouth as Donna hit a particularly nice spot. My hands drifted down her body, feeling her breasts through her sundress. Scarlett's left hand found its way to mine, and she grasped it tightly. I could feel her squeeze whenever Donna was doing something right.
"She likes that," I told Donna as Scarlett gave me a particularly strong squeeze. "Keep going."
Donna lifted her head for just a moment to say "ok," her mouth glazed with Scarlett's wetness. Scarlett moaned again as her friend's face disappeared again between her legs. I looked around to make sure the coast was clear, and then leaned in to give her another kiss. When I pulled back, I saw that Steven was also getting into the action, running his hands over his wife's skin as she squirmed in pleasure. After a few minutes, I felt her hand clamp down around mine. Her eyes squeezed shut and her breathing became heavy. Suddenly, her breath stopped completely. Her thighs clamped tight around Donna's head. She shook silently, as if rocked by an earthquake only she could feel. Finally, she inhaled sharply, panting as her body continued to shake. Donna never stopped licking, which I could only tell by the slight motions of her head trapped between Scarlett's thighs. I wondered if she could breath like that.
After a minute, Scarlett finally relaxed. Slumping back in the bench, her legs parted. Donna fell backwards, laughing and gasping for breath. For a minute, we all just sat there, trying to recover and process the craziness we had just experienced.
"Holy shit," Steven finally said, breaking the silence. We all laughed, and Scarlett began looking around for her panties. Fortunately, Donna had some tissues in her bag that she could use to clean up. I grabbed a tissue and wiped down the bench, feeling a little weird about cleaning up my friend's semen. Steven helped Donna clean the last of his cum off her skin, and she hurriedly pulled her clothes back on. As we exited the park, I gave one last glance back to the gazebo. Only our little group would know what sins were committed in that magical little structure, but it would always have a fond place in my memories.
We were all pretty tired after our little outdoors adventure, so we made our way back to the cottage we were renting. Once there, we retired to our respective rooms and pretty much collapsed onto the bed. After a nice nap, I awoke to see that Donna was already up. She was looking at me as I sleepily opened my eyes.
"You ok?" I asked. Despite our conversation this morning, I was constantly worried that we would push things too far. Donna was the most important thing in the world to me, and no amount of fun with our friends was worth ruining that.
"Yes. That was even crazier than last night, but yes," she replied.
"Me too," I reassured her. "That was so much fun."
"Dan, "she said nervously. She clearly was afraid to say whatever she had to say, which made me a bit nervous.
"Just tell me," I said. "After all we've been through this vacation, I don't know if anything could surprise me."
She paused for a moment, and then said it. "I want to fuck Steven."
It was strange to hear her say the words, but I felt nothing but relief. I thought Donna might be having second thoughts, so I actually had to stop myself from laughing at her declaration. After everything we'd done with our friends, penis in vagina didn't seem like a very big deal.
"Of course you do," I said. "And I want to fuck Scarlett. I'm kind of surprised that we haven't already. We've done everything else."
She looked relieved. "Do we need to make it a game, or..."
"The games are fun, and keep things relaxed," I said. "But I trust you, Donna. If you want to have sex with Steven without hiding behind the rules of some flimsy game, I don't think you need to pretend. Just ask him."
She smiled. "I hope the games don't stop completely. But just for tonight, I want to see what he's like. Without any time limits or switching or any of that."
"I'm fine with that," I told her. "Are you ok with me having the same experience with Scarlett?"
"Yes," she said. Her voice sounded calm and confident, and I knew she meant it.
"Then it's settled," I said. "If they're ok with it, we'll use the same rooms as last night."
"Just promise me one thing," Donna said. "Tomorrow morning, you'll be mine again?"
"Of course," I told her. "And you'll be mine."
With that, we got out of bed and went to find our friends.
Steven and Scarlett were already awake, and were downstairs in the living room watching TV. "Hey guys, how did you sleep?" Scarlett greeted us, winking.
"I feel great," I said. Donna quickly agreed. I looked at her, trying to silently work out who was going to ask the question. Maybe we should have worked out the details a bit more before coming downstairs. When it became apparent that it was up to me, I tried to figure out the best way to phrase it.
"Donna and I had an idea..." I offered.
"Another game?" Steven asked, his interest piqued.
"Not quite," I said. "Unless the game is called "Switch Partners for the Night."
I was hoping someone would laugh at that, but it was met with a disconcerting silence. I felt almost as uncomfortable as I had when I woke up that morning.
"If you don't want to, it's fine," Donna quickly added. "It's just something we were talking about."
Steven and Scarlett looked at each other, and I wondered if they needed time to talk about it. They had been so delightfully boundary-free this holiday that I hadn't expected this reaction. Before I could tell them to take some time to think about it, Steven finally spoke.
"Honestly, I would love to, and I'm up for it if that's what you guys want. And I don't want to speak for Scarlett, but..." he trailed off, looking at her.
"The part we like the best is watching each other," Scarlett finished for him. "It's fine to split up, and I love what we did last night, but..."
"But you want to do it together," Donna finished for her. Scarlett and Steven nodded.
I was torn. Part of me wanted to be alone with Scarlett, to have her all to myself. To see what would happen between the two of us without our spouses' watchful eyes on us. I remembered the thrill of being alone with Scarlett in the bedroom, her touching herself, my cock sliding between her breasts...
The other part of me thought back to just a few hours ago, and how hot it was to see Donna taken by our friends. Steven's shaft sliding between her lips, Donna looking up at him with that look in her eye...
"Why not both?" I blurted out.
"Like one and then the other?" Steven asked.
"Kind of," I replied, my mind conjuring a plan. "What if we swapped spouses and had a private night together? And tomorrow, we meet as a group and show everybody exactly what we did."
Everyone considered that for a moment. "That sounds nice," Scarlett said sweetly. "I think I'd like both parts of that."
"I want to," admitted Donna for the second time this evening.
"I'm in," said Steven. And that was that.
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