I think the hardest part about moving, when Rob got his promotion and transfer, was leaving our friends, Richard and Liza. The only thing that made our good byes any easier was the promise we made to reunite for our summer vacation. We were going to meet in the lake country of Wisconsin the first week of July, rent a houseboat and go cruising, just the four of us.
We were able to make new friends quickly in Austin, but no one could take the place of Richard and Liza. Every Friday morning Liza and I spoke by telephone, and as the time for our summer holiday approached we went over the brochures we d each sent away for, planning every detail of our itinerary. We d chosen a beautiful boat with roomy deck space. Together, we imagined the lakes and rivers we d be touring, picturing the beauty of the wilderness and anticipating the fun of being together again.
Finally it was time for our rendezvous. Rob and I flew in to the nearest airport and met Richard and Liza at a predetermined hotel. From there we were going to rent a car and pack our supplies for the forty mile drive to where our houseboat awaited us. That first night was a chance to pamper ourselves with a delicious dinner and a swim in the pool before starting out early the next day.
It was wonderful to see our old friends again and hear stories of the old neighborhood. After a separation of seven months, I was seeing Richard and Liza with new eyes. Had I ever noticed before how lovely and sensual Liza was, or how handsome and virile Richard was? I suppose living next door to them all those years had dulled my perceptions a bit, but now I appreciated everything about them, from Liza s extraordinary vivaciousness to Richard s sexy charm.
I think they, too, saw us in a new light. At least I thought I noticed each of them lapsing into silence from time to time, staring at Rob and me as if seeing us for the first time. I suppose the excitement of our reunion had a lot to do with it, but that night in our room, Rob admitted that time and distance apart had given him a new appreciation of our old friends.
I d forgotten how fit Rich is, he remarked casually, as we snuggled into bed.
Must be all that racquetball he plays at the club, I murmured, picturing Rich s taut, toned muscles and the swan like grace he showed when diving into the pool earlier that day.
And Liza . . . Rob continued, gently stroking my back, was she always that pretty?
Hearing my husband sing the praises of my best friend made me glow inside. Liza s tall, svelte frame and her high, full breasts and brushed back blonde hair had dazzled me, too.
This is going to be the best vacation we ve ever taken, I whispered, not knowing how true those words would prove to be. I fell asleep, looking forward to seven exciting days of fun and relaxation with our two closest friends.
The next day, Rob and Rich roamed the houseboat together, checking out the engine and driving instructions, while Liza and I set about stowing our supplies and adding a few homey touches. Liza arranged a bouquet of flowers, and I spread a lace tablecloth over the galley table. Already the charming boat seemed like home.
We were just making up the twin double beds in back when we felt the boat begin to rock as we set off from shore. Liza and I wasted no time changing into our bikinis and positioning ourselves on the front deck to enjoy the spectacular view, happy to be leaving civilization behind. I had never felt such peaceful abandon as I did then, sailing on the crystal water beneath a glorious blue sky.
Liza and I took turns rubbing each other with suntan oil, and when the guys set our course across the wide, calm lake they joined us, both looking fantastic in their Speedos. When Rob asked for the oil, it was Liza who sat down next to him on the deck lounge and began to rhythmically spread the oil over his back. Just as naturally, I gave Rich his rubdown as he stretched out like a contented panther in the hot sun, only I didn t stop at his waist but continued to rub the sensuous oil along his thighs and lower legs.
Though it was definitely the first time I d ever touched Rich in this way, I didn t feel self conscious at all. To the contrary, I had enjoyed watching Liza give Rob a rubdown, and I felt a flush of female camaraderie as I pampered her husband in the same way. As the men closed their eyes, enjoying our ministrations, I caught Liza s eye and returned the mischievous wink she gave me.
Our spontaneous action set the mood for the rest of the afternoon. When my drink ran dry, it was Rich who offered me another, while Rob did the same for Liza. It was as if we were establishing some new understanding between us that there were to be none of the old boundaries. When we went for a swim we all splashed together like children, but once again we crossed mates as Rich and I swam to a nearby island, leaving Rob and Liza to climb back on board together.
By the time Rob and Liza had snuggled the boat up onto the sandy shores of the island, Rich and I had already decided that this should be our first night s port of call. Rich climbed onto the houseboat and then offered me a helping hand. When I felt the strength in his arms as he pulled me up on deck, I let myself ease into his embrace. The electricity of the contact was unmistakable surprise and pleasure mixed in that instant and, without think, I gave Rich a quick peck on the cheek.
As I did, I caught Rob s eye as he came out on deck. For a split second I felt a little funny, but Rob dispelled any awkwardness by coming over to us, putting an arm around our shoulders and saying, She s quite a woman, isn t she, Rich? To which Rich replied, You can say that again. If we both weren t already spoken for, I d make her mine, and that s the truth.
I flushed with pride and suddenly felt more desirable than I d ever felt in my life. It was the first time I d heard such a direct compliment from Rich, who still held me in his arms. Finally, I squirmed free and dashed into the rear of the boat to grab a towel, leaving the men alone together to contemplate my qualities. When I came back out on deck, toweling my hair, I swear I saw a conspiratory look pass between them. And throughout the rest of the afternoon, I noticed a definite sparkle in their eyes every time Liza or I appeared on deck.
As dusk approached, we cozied up to the campfire Rob and Rich had built onshore. We d eaten up a delicious fresh fish dinner and were starting on our second bottle of excellent white wine, watching the setting sun give way to Venus and a lovely crescent moon. The intimacy of our day together needed no words it expressed itself in languorous sighs, the eye catching stretch of arms and legs and our tightening circle of love.
I cast a dreamy eye over my companions. Liza looked irresistible in a long white caftan, its silky folds draped sensuously over her upturned breasts and provocative long legs. Her lovely feet were bare and even her painted toes and graceful ankles seemed to call out for a loving caress. I wasn t the only one appreciating my friend s sensuality. I could see Rob was gazing unabashedly at her, letting his eyes roam upward along the inviting curve of her legs.
If I hadn t been so caught up in the obvious undercurrent of desire between my husband and my best friend, I might have noticed Rich staring at me with the same hungry look. As it was, I didn t realize until later that Rob had flashed a kind of go ahead grin Rich s way. In another moment I was surprised to feel Rich s bulge snuggle in behind me. I glanced at Liza and read her warm smile as a blessing and a willingness to share. She gently rested her head in Rob s lap, and he gave me another meaningful look as he began to stroke her lush, lustrous hair.
By now the feeling of love and longing that had encompassed us since the night before sprang into action on its own. Gone was the Liza with whom I had shared so many secrets. In her place was a very desirable, sexual women who I trusted implicitly with my husband. Rob had become another person to me as well. He was still my devoted, loving husband, but now he was sharing that love with my dear friend, and it felt so right to have that happen openly before my eyes.
Rich s tender touch sent ripples of pleasure through my body. His hands moved along my buttocks and thighs, pulling me insistently back against his hard cock. The firelight had grown dim so that now all I could see of Rob and Liza were shapes and shadows groping in the dark. With one long sigh, I turned onto my back to receive Rich into my arms, pulling his face down to my hungry, waiting lips.
Though I couldn t see Rob in the darkness, knowing that he was only a few yards away making love to another woman gave impetus to my own lovemaking with Rich. I had never felt desire for another man since I d been married, but now that it was happening I gave in completely. Rich seemed to do things to me that Rob had never done, or was it simply the thrill of doing the same things with a new man?
Whatever it was, Rich and I were in the grip of a riptide of sensations that totally consumed us. Our tongues met inside the wet cave of our joined mouths, swirling and circling. We didn t have the finely tuned rhythm that Rob and I have developed after years of lovemaking, but that didn t matter. In fact, the raw, unrehearsed lust that passed between us was more than enough to allow cock and cunt to find each other.
The close sounds of Rob and Liza added more fuel to the fire between our loins. Somehow we found the opening to our clothes that released our bodies flesh to flesh. One moment I felt his fingers fluttering madly against my clitoris, and the next moment that thrill gave way to the full, rich throbbing of his cock as he pushed up inside me.
I slid my ankles along the inside of his legs, lunging my hips against his, helping him with every fiber of my being to find his mark. The whole time he pummeled me, I could hear the slapping of body against body on the other side of the campfire. It was as if all four of us were making love to each other, sharing the most intense energy that men and women can experience.
I knew Rich s seed was on the way when he momentarily hovered above me, holding the wolves at bay, so to speak. In that instant we stared deeply and lovingly into each other s eyes.
Suddenly, there was a twin gasp from our mates across the campfire. Rob and Liza were reaching their climax, and it drove Rich and me right over the brink into a final thrusting plunge of hot blooded lust.
We became like two skydivers bursting out into free falling space. Our only lifeline seemed to be the pulsing core between our legs. His come flooded my inner sanctum. We held onto each other for dear life as slowly, slowly we floated back to earth. Rich gently withdrew his cock, kissing me tenderly, as if to still any afterthoughts of regret. There were none.
His kisses only further cemented in my mind and body the truth of our friendship, now coupled with the truth of our desire. There was no recrimination or embarrassment to kiss away, neither between us nor between our mates. As Rob and Liza found their own calm spot in the universe, Rich and I simply inched our way closer to them so the four of us could reclaim the night together.
Rob s hand reached out and our fingers entwined, and Rich leaned forward to plant a kiss on his wife s forehead. We al lay there together peacefully for a good long while, enjoying the satisfied afterglow of our spontaneous lovemaking. When Rob finally spoke, I learned that maybe it hadn t been so spontaneous after all.
I told you, Rich, came Rob s hoarse whisper, we ve got the two best women in the world.
Rich instantly replied, I never argued otherwise, Rob, but now I m convinced of it.
Why you two rascals, Liza piped in, you had this planned all along. How about that, Jessica? Looks like we ve got a couple of mischievous boys on our hands.
More than mischievous, I answered, laughing. Looks to me like we re going to have our hands full, Liza. Do you think we can handle it?
I can if you can, but do you think they can? she answered. After all, we do have six days and nights left on this cruise.
You re right, Liza, I teased. I guess we ll just have to see if they can keep up with us. We can always call a mutiny if we have to.
Our bantering was just like the old days when we d sit around each other s backyard, playing the word games couples play by second nature, especially two couples as close as Rob and me and Rich and Liza. Only now there was a fresh spirit to our joking. We had shared something that bound us together more closely than ever before, and there was a definite promise in the air that our new intimacy was only just the beginning.
