“You want to do what?” I stared at my friend in disbelief. Chuck laughed. As the leader of our hiking and backpacking club, he had to come up with interesting outings every month. This time he’d thought up a doozy.

“A full moon hike,” he repeated, “in the nude.”

I had to grin. “You’re crazy.”

Chuck shrugged his shoulders. “Gotta try something to draw all those phantom members out of the woodwork.” The club’s recent excursions were attended by roughly the same dozen people every month. Another thirty or so were “members” in name only they’d joined the club online but had never shown up for an event.

“What trail do you have in mind?” I asked.

Chuck mentioned one that we’d hiked before, a relatively easy trek with modest elevation gain in the hills outside of town. “There’s a full moon Saturday,” he said. “It’s going to be crazy hot all weekend plenty warm enough after dark to go without clothes. Footwear excepted, of course.”

“You swear you’re not putting me on?”

He merely grinned. “We’ll meet at the trailhead at ten thirty, which should put us at the plateau around midnight. We’ll have flashlights, but the moon may provide enough light.”

I was still skeptical. “Do you think anyone will show?”

His smile got wider. “Sara has already said yes.”

I could almost feel my eyes bug out. Sara was twenty five, blonde and as sexy as hell. She never missed a hike and she did them all in tight shorts and brief t shirts. I spent most of my time checking out her dynamite body, rather than the dramatic landscapes we traversed.

“Well, if you’re doing it, and Sara’s doing it, I guess I’ll go, too,” I said. “But it may be just the three of us.”

I was wrong. When I got to the parking area Saturday night, my truck’s headlights picked out Chuck, Sara and six others. I parked, grabbed my backpack and flashlight, and joined the group.

“Hey, Parker,” Sara said, smiling as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. My gaze drifted down her awesome figure, clad in shorts and a tank top. Was she really about to take everything off? Were we all? The situation seemed unreal.

Looking around, I nodded to Tony and Gordon. They were easygoing guys who had been on many hikes with the club. Tony was around my age I’m twenty eight while Gordon was in his mid thirties.

An older man I didn’t know stepped forward. He had broad shoulders and close cropped sandy hair. “Hi, I’m Patrick,” he said, offering me a firm handshake. “This is my wife, Mikala.”

Mikala was petite and quite attractive, with dark hair and exotic features. As I shook her hand she said, “I know we’ve missed quite a few outings, but this one sounded like too much fun to pass up.”

Sara introduced her friends Alexis and Savannah, a pair of twenty something young women. “We don’t hike much,” Alexis admitted. She had a sultry voice. “Getting naked, though that’s another story!”

Everyone laughed, and I felt the tension dissipate, replaced by a sense of excitement. The feeling intensified as Alexis and Savannah, without further ado, began removing their clothes. The moon hadn’t risen yet, and I certainly wasn’t going to blast the girls with my flashlight, but I could see they were both damn hot. Dark haired Alexis was voluptuous, with full breasts, curvy hips and a small triangle of black pubes, while Savannah was tall and slender, with perky tits and a mane of golden hair that matched her landing strip down below.

Everyone else was undressing, too, so I hurried to get my clothes off. The afternoon had reached triple digits, but now the temperature was down near eighty, with the barest whiff of a breeze. We stuffed everything into our backpacks, and then, clad only in hiking boots, we started off down the trail, single file. Chuck led the way. I found myself sandwiched between Sara in front and Alexis behind an enviable position! The path was smooth and well worn, so I could study Sara’s fantastic derriere at my leisure. That, of course, gave me a woody, but I figured no one would notice in the darkness. Then the moon peeked over the mountains on the horizon, changing everything.

It’s amazing how much light a full moon provides, especially out in the country. Second by second, the blazing white sphere emerged, illuminating my companions and the terrain all around us. I could see the trail ahead clearly, not to mention Sara’s sublime form right in front of me. She glanced back and smiled coyly, knowing full well what I was staring at. Her eyebrows went up as she took note of my cock’s agitated state, and then she turned to face forward again.

Soon we reached the only challenging section of the route, where a jumble of boulders littered the path. Sara knew the trail well, but I thought Alexis might appreciate some assistance, so I turned and offered my hand. She reached out, stumbled, and accidentally grabbed my erection instead. At least I think it was an accident. We both laughed, but she didn’t let go right away. “Nice,” she murmured, giving my prick a squeeze.

Then Savannah came up behind Alexis, with Tony and the others right behind her, so Alexis let go of my throbbing rod and we started walking again. I got the impression she wanted more, though.

It wasn’t just Alexis. The banter among our whole group had grown more and more suggestive since we’d set out. There was definitely an air of erotic excitement permeating our adventure. I had the feeling that the night might soon take a thrilling turn.

When we arrived at the hilltop site where the trail ended, everyone spread out a little, catching their breath and drinking from water bottles. It was a dramatic spot in the daytime, but it was downright magical now a starkly beautiful landscape of high desert trees, rolling hills and distant mountains, laid out in the silvery light of the moon.

Suddenly I became aware that Mikala and Patrick, the married couple, were giving in to their impulses. He stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her, and she moved against him, grinding her ass against his erection. Patrick’s hands went to her breasts, cupping and massaging them. Mikala’s movements became more sensual as she slid her hand between her legs, touching herself. Again and again she bumped her butt against her husband’s tumescence, inciting him. I tore my gaze away long enough to see that everyone else was also watching, mesmerized. I looked back in time to see Mikala turn around, squat down on her slinky haunches, and guide Patrick’s cock to her open lips. He rested one hand on her head, placed the other on his hip, and rocked back and forth, sensually fucking her mouth. Everyone else fell silent, listening to Patrick’s moans and his wife’s hungry slurps. The sounds floated on the night air like a siren’s call to the rest of us.

“That looks like fun,” came a soft voice to my left Savannah. She stared at the couple a bit longer, and then turned and let her gaze settle on Tony and Gordon, both of whom had massive hard ons. Savannah went over to them and began caressing their cocks with slow, solicitous strokes. If the guys were surprised, they didn’t show it Gordon just smiled happily and Tony muttered an “Oh, yeah” that was heavy with need. Savannah looked deeply into both guys’ eyes, and then knelt down before them so she could use her mouth on their meaty pricks. Switching back and forth between them, her pace unhurried, she sucked and licked their stiff cocks with equal attentiveness until both men were weak in the knees.

I felt a touch at my side, and turned to find Alexis standing close. Her lust filled eyes flashed between Savannah and Mikala as the two women indulged their carnal appetites.

“Can you believe this?” I murmured.

“I’m not surprised,” Alexis replied. “Savannah’s always been wild. Not as wild as me, though.” As she said it, she curled her hand around my rock hard dick. That got my undivided attention. I turned to her, and she kissed me full on the lips. Her desire was so intense that I almost staggered under the force of it. She took my hand, and we sank to the ground together. Her wicked smile made my throat go dry as she pushed me flat on my back. Swiftly, she climbed atop me, facing my feet, and presented her delectable cunt to my mouth. Half a second later, I felt her fingers circle my cock at the base, and then, lowering her head and shoulders, she wrapped her lips around my crown. Her warm mouth engulfed my shaft inch by inch, while at the same time her honey began to drip onto my lips. I thrust my tongue up into her juicy folds, enjoying her sweet tangy taste and intoxicating scent.

“Mmm, that’s good,” came Alexis’s muffled response around my penis. Her licking and sucking grew more ardent by the second. The way her tongue twirled in circles around my cock’s sensitive head was pure heaven. I held her pussy lips apart with my fingers and lapped eagerly at her slick cleft. With Alexis’s fanny blocking out the moon up in the sky, I couldn’t really see her clit, but my tongue found it soon enough. I nibbled and sucked that swollen nub until she fairly screamed in ecstasy. “Oh, my God,” she cried. “You’re making me come!” And she did, long and hard, her supple body squirming crazily atop me. Her climax left my mouth and chin sloppy wet with girl juice.

After a minute, Alexis slid off me and crouched in the dirt on all fours, panting like a puma. “I want you to fuck me,” she said. “Over there. Come on.” She hurried over to Savannah’s side. The willowy blonde girl was on her hands and knees, avidly sucking Gordon’s cock while Tony pumped in and out of her pussy from behind. Alexis, watching them, dropped to hands and elbows beside her friend, and wagged her ass at me. I got the message pronto and knelt behind her. In the moonlight, the plump lips of her vagina glistened wetly. I slotted my prick between her puffy labia and slid in deep.

“Ooh, yeah,” Alexis sighed, rocking back at me so that the fleshy globes of her ass slapped against my pelvis. Her cunt felt like warm honey. I eased out and thrust back in again, hard enough to make Alexis groan. Her cries of encouragement mingled with the ribald sounds of satisfaction coming from the threesome beside us. I grabbed hold of Alexis’s hips and really banged away, not stopping until a fierce shudder went through her frame and she dissolved into another paroxysm of bliss. Tony, who’d been watching us while he fucked Savannah, reached over and landed a playful slap on Alexis’s ass. A short distance away, I could see Mikala and Patrick still going at it. They lay beneath a dark tree, their sweaty bodies shining in the moonlight as Patrick’s ass rose and fell between Mikala’s spread thighs.

Faster and faster I pumped into Alexis until at last I felt the cream rise within my balls. Her pussy was still clutching desperately at my cock as the first shot of semen blasted out. I pulled free and fired the rest of my prodigious load all over her back. Gordon came at nearly the same time, depositing his milky delivery in Savannah’s open mouth. She made sure he was watching as she licked her messy lips clean.

Breathing hard, I sat back and watched Tony’s ball sac flounce wildly against Savannah’s slit while his dick plumbed her depths. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Savannah was saying as she clawed at the dirt. Alexis reached under her friend and played with her clit until the combined sensations sent Savannah over the edge. She was still riding out the tremors of her climax when Tony came. Holding tightly to her hips, he slammed against her backside one last time and emptied his balls into her vagina.

Tony, Savannah, Alexis and Gordon sank back onto the ground, relaxing together. I got to my feet and walked toward the other side of the clearing, wondering where Chuck and Sara had wandered. According to the glowing face of my watch, it was a few minutes after midnight. The moon was high overhead, and my eyes had grown so accustomed to its light that I could move about almost as casually as if it were high noon.

Rounding a large boulder, I found the missing pair. Chuck lay on his back with his hands behind his head while Sara sat atop him, her back slightly arched and her face tilted up to the sky as she rode his cock. They were about twenty feet away and hadn’t heard me come up, so I just stood still, transfixed by the provocative sight as I felt my cock stir. The light of the moon suffused Sara’s body with an otherworldly glow. I watched her breasts rise and fall while she flexed her supple hips, drawing her pleasure from Chuck’s shaft. She had a hand in her hair and the other one on her tits, toying with her erect nipple. Chuck seemed as spellbound as I by her languid indulgence.

I guess Sara sensed my presence, because she looked over, met my gaze, and smiled like she’d been waiting for me. “There you are,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “Join us.” Before I could move, she added, “He’s in my ass. Right now, I’ve got his cock in my ass. Come here, I want you in my pussy.”

I was already sporting a monster erection, and now it ached to answer Sara’s call. I crossed the distance to them with three quick strides. Sara was already dismounting Chuck, who stood up I took his place on the ground. As Sarah quickly straddled me, I glimpsed her mound, which was smooth and bare. My mind flashed back to all those times we’d been out hiking together in the past all the times that Sara in her shorts and crop tops had driven me mad with desire. Now she was squatting over me, her hands on my bare chest, as she took my crown, and then the rest of my cock, into her juicy cunt. She sat down all the way, completely impaling herself, while her hair scattered about her face. She bent forward, her breasts pressing into my chest, until she was practically horizontal atop me a position that exposed her anus to Chuck. He knelt behind her, between my legs, and aimed his rod at her tiny hole. Just by watching Sara’s face, I was able to follow what happened next: his crown entered her, stretching her sphincter then the rest of his lengthy pole slid in, advancing up her channel until she was fully stuffed.

“Ahh . . . ” Sara’s moan of pleasure was long and heartfelt. “Oh, that’s intense.” She started rocking back and forth gently at first, and then with more energy, forcing our cocks in and out. I rested my hands on her hips and thrust up into her molten pussy. I could feel Chuck inside her, too his prick was less than an inch from mine as it sawed back and forth within her rear channel. Each time he hit bottom, his balls slapped against her puffy labia, right on top of my dick.

Just then, Mikala and Patrick showed up. “Wow, look at this,” Patrick said.

I’d never been watched while fucking someone before, and the presence of observers added even more excitement to the proceedings. Mikala wasn’t content to merely watch, however. The petite woman sat back on her heels right next to my shoulder and offered her cunt to Sara. Now, I might have thought Sara had her hands full or holes, as it were but she promptly twisted to the side and lowered her head to the other woman’s sex. Patrick sat beside his wife and played with her tits with one hand while stroking his dick with the other.

“That’s nice, darling,” Mikala said, her voice becoming strained with passion. “Oh, that’s nice! I love your tongue.” She used her fingers to spread open her pussy for Sara, who made cooing sounds of pleasure as she lapped at Mikala’s clit. After a few minutes, the fickle woman transferred her treasure to me, kneeling over my face so I could take a turn delving my tongue into her eager sex. Meanwhile, Sara kept grinding her cunt relentlessly against my groin, while Chuck continued to ram his shaft deep into her ass from behind. Judging by the ferocity of her cries, Sara was finding the experience more thrilling than she’d expected. She undulated wildly between Chuck and me, her bodacious body wracked by a sudden, monumental climax. She cried out and held tightly to my shoulders as the tremors swept through her.

I was still twirling my tongue in Mikala’s sweet sex while she knelt over me, and seconds later she came on my face with a shriek that rent the night. At last, she sat back on the ground, panting. Patrick, who’d been vigorously pumping his dick, turned to his wife and promptly shot his load all over her pretty boobs.

I guess the moment of truth had come for all of us, because right about then, Chuck shouted, “Fuck, I’m coming!” His groin smacked once more against Sara’s ass. This time he stayed put while his balls emptied into her rear end. I could feel the spasms of his cock with my own as I continued thrusting upward, gliding my shaft in and out of Sara’s pussy.

“Oh, yeah, baby,” she breathed, reaching back one hand to stroke Chuck. Next she grabbed me, too, her fingers sliding all over my rod as it jacked between her cunt lips. That made me lose all control. My body stiffened beneath Sara and my cock erupted, spurting semen inside her.

“That’s it,” she whispered in my ear. “Give me everything you’ve got!”

I did, and then some. It was quite a while before I felt my orgasm ebb. When Sara finally climbed off me, she and Mikala licked the last dribbles of come off my dick.

Some time later, we got the whole group together and headed back down the trail to the parking lot. The next time the club met for a hike, those who hadn’t attended the full moon event could only wonder about the grins on our faces.

“Do you want everything on that?” This is the question Will asked the next customer in line. It was a question I heard several times an hour, eight hours a day, five days a week. And each time, I mentally answered him myself. While the woman in line said, “Extra pickles, please,” I internally replied: “Yes, yes, I want everything. I want you to kiss me, lick me, fuck me.”

Working side by side with William would have been enough to test any woman’s reserve. He has a surf god look long, blond hair, lean physique and a perfect tan. He’s about ten years younger than I am, which puts him in his mid twenties. From the first time I spied him, I wanted to get the boy into bed, regardless of the fact that I have a husband and that Will is engaged. For weeks, I found myself staring at him whenever I could get away with sneaking peeks. I knew he was watching me, too, gazing the way men look at women when they want something from them. Something other than mayo or mustard, or whatever condiment was needed when making the next sandwich at the deli where we work.

Will never made a move because he knew I was married wedded not only to my job, but to Mick, the man who owns the store. And I never made a move because I didn’t know if Will and his fianc e, Julie, would understand that Mick and I have an open relationship.

That is, until Julie came in one day, with a spark in her hazel eyes and a lilt to her voice. I knew from talking to Will that the two had been together for several years. They were both working to put themselves through grad school, with Will clocking hours at the deli, while Julie snagged the occasional modeling job, and I could see why. She was lithe and fit. That day she looked especially stunning, with straight black hair in two braids over her shoulders and full, pretty lips slicked a dark cherry red.

She was the only one in line the lunch crowd had already dispersed but she tapped her fingertips on the bell on our counter anyway, and then said, “Is this the button I’m supposed to press if I want to have my bell rung?”

I looked at her, and then over at William I caught the blush on his cheeks, even with his tan. “I wanted to meet your hot husband and the woman that William is always talking about,” she said, smiling at me. “You’ve made quite an impression on him.” They want to play. That’s what I realized immediately. They wanted to play with Mick and me, and although William wasn’t able to put that thought into words, Julie seemed perfectly capable.

Wow. He’d been telling her about us. I could imagine exactly what had happened. He would go home each evening and describe how sexy he thought I was, and then the two of them would fuck while fantasizing about the four of us. How did I know that? It’s what Mick and I did nearly every night of the week.

“So, what do you say?” she asked. “Should we try a new kind of sandwich?”

“You know, I think we’re all out of that,” I told her. “Do you want to come to the back with me, and I’ll see if I can find what you need.”

She didn’t wait a beat. She came around the counter and followed me through the door to the back of the store, where Mick was taking inventory and one of our other employees was checking the boxes on the shelves.

“Hey, Joshua,” I said. “Can you cover the front for the next hour?”

Joshua didn’t hesitate. Thinly slicing salami was much easier than hauling boxes. “Send William back, too, please,” I said in my sweetest voice.

Mick looked at me, and then he looked at Julie. Mick is tall and dreamy as handsome now at thirty five as he was when we met fifteen years ago.

“Julie stopped by for a bite,” I told him, and he, instantly understanding, grinned at the two of us. Oh, how I love his smile. His green eyes lit up the way they do before he tastes something he’s been savoring a good beer at the end of a hard day, or a glass of well earned whiskey. But now was different. Now he was going to have his favorite treat ever.

We’ve always had the sort of relationship where we are open to new experiences. It is one of the reasons why we’re so good together we work to make each other’s dreams come true.

I could tell that one of those dreams was going to come true right now.

When Will joined us, he found Mick kissing his girlfriend while I stroked her long, glossy hair. She only had on a thin tank top and a short denim skirt, and I started running my hands over her bare arms, caressing her skin with the palms of my hands.

“Lock the door, would you?”

Will immediately obeyed and then stepped closer until he was at my side. “Do you like to watch?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He nodded and slid one hand around my waist. I felt myself starting to tremble. One of the things I like best about incorporating other lovers into our relationship is the blush of the new. I had been imagining what it would be like to fuck Will and Julie for months. Now that we were on the verge, I was as nervous and excited as a novice.

“You’re okay with this?” I had to ask. I could hear Mick whispering to Julie, and I was guessing he was asking her the same thing.

“You’re so pretty, Caitlyn,” he said, “I’ve been wanting this for so long. Julie has, too.” He pulled me to him and began to kiss me, and I could feel how hard he was through his faded jeans.

“Tell me more,” I begged.

“I’ve wanted to bend you over the counter and fuck the daylights out of you.”

“Oh, yes.”

“But I didn’t want to do that without Julie or Mick.”

My husband helped Julie out of her short skirt as Will spoke. I noticed that the girl didn’t have any panties on underneath. She pulled her turquoise tank over her head, kicked off her high heeled sandals, and she was nude, standing there among the boxes of fresh peaches and cherries like some goddess of the produce. Mick locked eyes with me, and then he bent and brought his mouth to her nipples licking one and then the other, while Julie leaned her head back and closed her eyes.

I knew exactly how that felt. I adore when Mick takes his time with my tits kissing them, suckling from them. Somehow, it was almost more of a turn on to watch him treat another girl to the same pleasure, and I wanted to memorize the way that looked. Mick’s big hands cradled Julie’s firm ass, and he pulled her toward him so he could lick his way down the flat of her stomach and toward her pussy. My own sex reacted automatically. I could feel the juices coating my nether lips, and I clenched my inner muscles, as if fucking an imaginary cock. Then Will said my name, bringing me back into life and motion at the same time.

“Caitlyn, I want to see you naked,” he said. “Please take off your dress.”

Will stood back while I unfastened the buttons on my floral sundress, and then I let the flimsy fabric fall away. I’m not as tall as Julie, but I’m curvy my breasts slightly larger, my hips a little fuller. Will went on his knees on the cold concrete floor and pressed his mouth to my slit. Oh, fuck, this is what I’d been waiting for his sweet lips on my pussy, his tongue probing between my nether lips to find my pearl. I could tell immediately that he knew his way around a woman’s clit. He gave me the perfect pressure with his tongue and lips, and I was on the verge of swooning in an instant.

Will upped the ante by overlapping two fingers and fucking me while he sucked my clit. I groaned and trembled. I was having a difficult time standing up while he worked me. He seemed to understand. He pulled off his worn t shirt and spread it out on a flattened box, then lay me down on the makeshift bed. When he went back to the job of making me come, he did so with a vengeance, his tongue tracing spirals up and over my clit, while his fingers seemed to dance inside me, hitting all the right places.

So far, we were doing parallel play Mick spreading Julie out on a bit of carpeting and throwing her legs over his shoulders as he began to eat her out. The boys went lick for lick, and Julie and I were the happy recipients. I don’t know if it was a contest there were no formal rules, after all but I had the feeling that each man was working to see if he could get the other’s girl off first.

“I’ve been dying to taste you,” Will said, his lips covered with my juices. “You’re as sweet as I imagined.” He continued to lick and suck my pussy as I bucked my hips on the t shirt covered cardboard. I could smell the ripe produce from the boxes all around us, but I thought I could smell the scent of sex in the air, too. I turned my head and caught the fact that Mick had taken off his clothes he and Julie were in a sixty nine, with Will’s lady sucking my husband’s enormous cock.

The vision intensified my arousal. I felt as if I were watching a real life porno movie in action. Once more, Will brought me back to him with his words.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked softly as he licked and nibbled my inner thighs.

“You fucking me,” I said. “While I watch my husband fuck your girlfriend.”

Will groaned, and I knew I’d put my finger on the beating pulse of his pleasure.

“She’s been talking about this for months,” he confessed, “since she passed by the store that day and saw the two of you. All she wanted was to figure out a way to get the four of us together.”

We’d wasted all of those months when we could have been fucking? That thought made me wistful. Will’s tongue, back in action once more, drove my sad longings away. He gripped my clit between his lips and drew hard. The sucking sensation took me over the edge, and I wrapped my legs around him and rode out my climax, sighing as the sweet vibrations took me away.

My body still awash in decadent shivers, I turned my head right as Julie extracted herself from Mick and moved to our side. My heart raced as I watched her kiss the creamy sex juices off her boyfriend’s lips. “You’re so delicious,” she said, “and look at that you’ve given Will such a serious hard on. Do you think your husband will fuck me while Will fucks you?”

I didn’t think she’d have to ask Mick twice. He was already naked, and I watched as he moved over and gripped Julie’s hips from behind. Will was moving fast now, too, stripping out of his shoes and jeans and coming back to me on the cardboard bed. “Wait,” I said, standing and moving to a cabinet in the back of the storage area. I came back with an old quilt and spread it out on the floor. Mick and Julie moved onto one part, and Will and I took the other. We got as close as we could without actually intertwining. Mick prepared to fuck Julie, positioning her on her hands and knees in front of him. I saw how rock hard and ready he was, but before he could slip his cock inside her, I moved closer.

“Let me,” I said.

I gripped my husband’s rod in my hand and slowly drove the head inside Julie’s cunt. Will groaned out loud as he watched. I wanted to help, to be a real part of Mick’s experience. Mick seemed transported the look on his face was so intense. I knew he could take over from me. He didn’t need my help, but I wasn’t ready to move aside fully. I wriggled my way underneath Julie, so I was on my back beneath her pussy. Then I leaned up and began ever so slowly to lick where Mick’s tongue had been moments before. I knew my long, soft hair was tickling both her and Mick’s inner thighs. I made sure to push back a little farther, so that when Mick pulled out, he could feel my tongue first on his balls and then on his shaft.

I don’t know how long I teased them like this but apparently I was teasing Will, too. When he could not take the show any longer, he gripped me by the waist and pulled me out from under his lady.

“I have to fuck you,” he said.

“Kiss me first.”

This time, he kissed his girlfriend’s juices off my lips, and he trembled all over as he made the kiss last. Mick began to fuck Will’s lady in earnest, and Will watched for a moment. I could almost hear his heart beating. Then he got ready to do what I’d been dreaming about. But I wanted to stretch out the moment.

“Hold on,” I said. “I want to see you.”

That blush colored his cheeks once more, but he waited, and I took the opportunity to really drink in his body. I knew he was fit. You could tell even when he had his clothes on. But with his clothes off, I could see the ripped muscles, flat stomach and gorgeous cock.

“You ready now?” He was clearly growing more impatient by the second.

I nodded.

He positioned me how he wanted me and then slipped the head of his cock inside me. I sighed and lifted my hips up to him. He responded by pounding into me with such decadent rhythm that I felt myself getting ready to come again. The fact that my husband was doing Will’s girlfriend right at my side only intensified the experience. Mick locked eyes with me, and I could see that he was as excited as I was.

Will’s cock hit all those perfect places inside me. But it wasn’t just the fact that he was big, or that he knew how to use his rod. Because Mick’s big, too. It was the fact that we were all part of the same action. So that Julie could lean down and kiss me. Or I could stroke her tits and play with her plump nipples.

When Will said to Mick, “Tell me what she likes,” I thought I was going to cream on the spot. Because this is what I’d fantasized about. The four of us making each other’s erotic dreams come true.

“She likes when you touch her clit while you fuck her,” Mick said in his rumbling baritone. “You know, reach your hand between your bodies, and stroke and pinch her clit.”

I couldn’t believe how normal his voice sounded. He might have been giving Will directions for making a new type of deli sandwich: Spread the mayo on first, then add the sliced tomato. But no. He was talking about me. My body. My clitoris. And he was right. Mick then returned the query.

“How about Julie?” he asked, even as he continued to fuck her in a steady, powerful rhythm. “What does she love?”

I thought Will would respond, but Julie did.

“Exactly what you’re doing,” she purred. “Doggy style is my favorite.”

But Will added: “Pull her braids when she gets closer. And give her a few spanks on her ass. That always takes her over the edge.”

This was better than any fantasy I’d had, I realized. Because we were all working together, striving together to make each other happy.

Will did just what Mick had suggested. He pinched and tweaked my clit as he fucked me. I felt the pleasure begin to bubble up inside me. I was going to come, and come hard, and then Mick said, “Kiss her, baby. I want to see you and Julie kiss,” and the men stopped for a second, allowing me and Julie swivel around so that we could share a kiss. It was pure sweetness.

Mick sighed as he watched the two of us, and then he said, “I need you, baby,” and I knew he was talking to me. Julie and I looked at each other, and then switched places. Now my husband was fucking me, and Will was in Julie. Will did her doggy style and I was on my back, so if we moved just right, we could keep up our kiss, and I could continue to stroke and suckle her tits.

There was a happiness in me, a giddiness, because Mick had wanted to be the one who took me over the edge. I couldn’t stop smiling at him as he fucked me, then reached his own hand between us and played with my clit. I started to come then, to the sound of Julie’s groans, to the vision of Will pulling out and coming all over her bare backside, to the sensation of Mick grinding his hips against me and coming deep inside me.

I closed my eyes then and let the wickedness of the whole event overtake me. We had dipped ourselves in pure decadence. The reward was true bliss.

I took a moment to catch my breath and then I sat up on the blanket and watched as Julie reached for her clothes. Mick looked so relaxed and pleased. I was glad for that. He works so hard. He deserves dessert when he can get it. Will kissed Julie, and the two of them had a look of love in their eyes. I was reminded of Mick and myself so long ago, but I have to say, I’m glad for where we are now. Solid and together, at a place where we can unlock each other’s fantasies and then hand over the keys.

“Should we do this again?” I asked. “More planned next time. So we don’t have to fuck on a hard floor?”

Will nodded and Mick looked thrilled I’d made the suggestion.

Julie came over and gave me a kiss, and then she kissed Mick, and then she kissed Will.

“You can ring my bell anytime,” she said as she walked out through the door.

Moving to a new town or city can be difficult when you’re as shy as I am. However, I’d been transferred by my employer and didn’t have much of a choice, so I figured this was a good opportunity to break out of my shell and hopefully make some new friends. Hell, I thought, I might even reinvent myself in the process.

However, I wasn’t sure how I was going to go about that until I saw a flier in a local coffee shop. It was for a book group that met there every other week, and they were looking for new members. That sounded like a good way to meet people, so I punched the e mail address of someone named Sam into my Blackberry and contacted him right away.

I soon got a response telling me what to read and that they were meeting the following Friday. About a week later, I returned to the caf and watched as a small group formed in one corner with paperbacks, lattes and muffins. When I finally pulled up a chair, someone said, “You must be Derek. I’m Sam.”

I looked up and to my surprise, Sam wasn’t a man she was actually a cute and curvaceous brunette. This could turn out better than I’d expected, I thought as the book discussion began. Then I noticed that as some people talked about literature, Sam and a few others seemed to be paying more attention to me. That kind of female attention was exciting, and my cock got hard as I imagined all the romantic, even erotic, possibilities that might result. Afterward, when Sam invited me to join a smaller group at her place to continue talking, I jumped at the opportunity.

When I got to Sam’s house, I discovered that other than us, it was just a guy named Ted and two other women, Kaila and Whitney. This confused me because I’d been expecting the entire group, but I have to admit that I still liked my odds. Then I discovered Ted and Whitney were married, and things looked even better. It soon became apparent that we weren’t necessarily there to talk about books. For one, we were drinking margaritas that Ted had mixed in the blender. As I sipped a glass of the salty sweet liquid, Kaila, a cute redhead in a revealing Lycra dress, settled on the couch next to me and began chatting me up.

As I was thinking that maybe the plan was for us to hook up, Sam took a seat on my other side, sitting surprisingly close to me. The girls, who seemed to be pretty intimate, asked me questions about myself, and the conversation became increasingly flirty. After a while I realized that although the blender had gone silent, Ted and Whitney hadn’t joined us in fact, they were strangely quiet. I looked around for them and found the couple in a loveseat across the room, making out like they were alone.

When Sam saw me checking out her extremely preoccupied friends, she put her hand on my knee and moved in closer. Kaila did the same thing, and my dick stiffened in expectation of being kissed by one or both of the girls. Instead, something even more spectacular happened, something I will never forget: the girls pressed their lips together, right in front of my eyes!

Now I didn’t know who to watch: the couple leaning across me or the one across the room. My breathing grew heavy as I became more and more aroused, but I doubted anyone noticed over the sounds of their own panting and the smacking of their lips. Then I felt the girls’ hands moving in my lap until Kaila, on my left, found what she was looking for. Tracing the outline of my length, she stroked my rock hard shaft until I was leaking so much pre come that I was surprised a wet spot hadn’t appeared on my jeans.

Soon she nudged Sam away and straddled me. I thought for a moment that Sam seemed annoyed, and the prospect of them fighting over me was pretty exciting. However, they went right back to making out as Kaila writhed in my lap, massaging my erection with her ass. I wanted in on the kissing but since they were so involved with each other, I settled for sucking the tender flesh beneath Kaila’s ear and strumming her nipples.

This was insane. I had one girl and a hot one at that sitting on my lap, while another totally hot chick beside me threaded her fingers through my hair as she sucked face with her friend. In addition, a couple was doing the very same thing eight feet away from us or were they? I glanced over and, finding the loveseat empty, I looked down and found them on the floor. Whitney was now topless, and her heavy breasts swayed as she writhed on top of her husband. The scene was really exciting, even though they were both still dressed from the waist down.

As I watched this amazing spectacle, I felt the couch cushion beneath me shift when Sam broke her lip lock with Kaila to join her friends on the carpet. Kaila and I watched our hostess kneel next to them and help Whitney take off her pants. Then the girls made quick work of Ted’s t shirt. When they removed his chinos, his cock sprang into view, as erect and ready as mine was.

Now Kaila undressed me. First she unbuttoned my shirt, and as I shrugged it off, her hands migrated to my crotch. My belt buckle and fly were quickly unfastened as I pushed up her t shirt and bra, exposing a beautiful pair of tits. Then she reached into my boxers and began pumping my burgeoning prick, so I lowered my head to take one erect nipple between my front teeth. I gently gnawed on that ripe berry until she moaned and arched her back, pressing her entire breast against my face. Then I felt her hot breath at my ear as she whispered, “Wanna go join the fun?”

I still couldn’t believe this was happening, even as I agreed to her suggestion. She rose and stripped off her clothes, so I took off the rest of mine before we joined the other book group members on Sam’s rug. For a moment, we watched as Sam took Whitney’s place, straddling Ted. He was one lucky guy: As his wife gripped the root of his penis to hold it steady, our hostess positioned her cunt over it. Then, while Whitney murmured encouragingly, Sam eased herself onto him, gasping as his head pierced her opening, and then moving down his length until her ass rested on his pelvis. Then, after letting go of her husband’s prick, Whitney joined us at the couple’s side as they began fucking.

Whitney was the only woman I’d yet to have contact with. She then leaned over to kiss me. Her lips parted so I slid my tongue between them as she took my hand and placed it on one of her magnificent tits. Groaning into her mouth, I squeezed her supple flesh and felt her nipple harden against my palm. Kaila moved closer, and I reached out blindly for one of her breasts. That proved unsuccessful, so she took my hand and directed me to my target.

Her tits were smaller than Whitney’s, but the contrast was amazing. Hell, all of this experience was amazing, and it was getting even better as the girls manipulated me onto my back. I wondered which one would fuck me, but it turned out that it was neither. I’m not complaining though what actually happened was, if you can believe it, much, much better.

My dick swayed gently in the air and remained untouched as Whitney straddled my torso. Then she crawled forward until her thighs were on either side of my head and her pussy hovered over my face. The scent of her musk was intoxicating, and I breathed it in deeply as she crouched down so that I could reach her with my tongue. Now that we were in position, I lapped at the tender petals between her nether lips and slurped up the juices that seemed to never stop flowing.

Meanwhile, I felt movement near my middle as Kaila wrapped her fingers around my shaft and held it tightly. I waited for her to climb onboard, anticipating the feeling of being hugged by hot, slick flesh, but I was treated to a different, albeit wonderful, sensation. Although I did feel heat and moisture, it wasn’t from her pussy but her tongue. First she dragged it over my crown and flicked at the tip, paying special attention to the tiny slit. Then she drew circles around my cockhead before painting the rest of my length with saliva. Soon I was twitching in her hand as the contents of my balls began churning. Speaking of which, that special place wasn’t neglected she sucked each of my balls into her mouth one at a time, massaging each with her tongue as I writhed on the carpet.

While my asscheeks were getting rug burns, I held Whitney’s hips tightly, keeping her steady as I gorged myself on her sex. She was as salty as the margaritas but much sweeter, so I sucked hungrily at her folds and her rigid button until it pulsed against my tongue. And the harder I pressed that little nubbin, the more she thrashed and moaned.

Whitney shook violently when I started strumming her clitoris, and I became so intent on making her come that I almost didn’t notice Kaila wrapping her lips around my lust swollen knob. Vaguely, I felt her sucking, but I set aside my own contentment for the moment to bring my other partner to her peak. She was gasping loudly, joining the chorus of sex sounds the couple beside us was making, but with my view blocked by Whitney’s ass, I could only imagine what they were actually doing.

However, that wasn’t as important as matters at hand. I kept eating Whitney’s pussy until she cried out and her thighs clapped shut against my ears. She kept me in a vise like grip as a waterfall of honey poured down my throat. I swallowed her juices as I kept her quivering cunt pressed against my mouth. Kaila stroked my prick in her tightened fist while her friend twisted and moaned above me, and then she sucked my crown like a lollipop. Finally, Whitney relaxed her leg lock and slid off of me.

Now that my view was unblocked, I could see what was happening at the other end of the rug. Sam and Ted had flipped over, so she was on her back with her legs high in the air as he pumped his cock into her pussy. I watched his shaft disappear repeatedly into her, and when she noticed me looking, she reached out and took my hand. We remained linked as Kaila tightened her lips around my unflagging erection and slid them downward until, almost unbelievably, her chin was buried in my pubes.

I groaned loudly when she swallowed hard a few times, her throat muscles massaging my shaft. As the pressure on my cock built, I squeezed Sam’s hand harder and she squeezed back, relaying her own bliss. Ted was still pumping between her legs, dipping his prick into her hole over and over while strumming her rigid nipples with his tongue.

Meanwhile, Whitney got on her back behind Kaila and then inched upward until her head was between Kaila’s knees. From the sounds that I heard next, I guessed that Whitney had craned her neck, stuck out her tongue, and was licking her friend’s pussy.

We were now in an oral daisy chain, and in an effort to join the other couple even further, I leaned as far toward Sam as I could. She did the same, till we met in the middle for a kiss. Now everyone’s mouth was engaged, including Ted’s. He groaned lustily as his wife ate Kaila, who was still sucking my cock. Hands were also everywhere. Ted was kneading Sam’s tits, which made her moan so loudly that the noise reverberated through my bones, while Kaila pumped my cock in an up and down motion, following the direction of her lips.

Whitney was also keeping busy. As she tickled Kaila’s pussy with her tongue, she reached up to manipulate her asscheeks, massaging those fleshy globes. Then I was treated to the most intense set of vibrations on my cock I’d ever felt. I fantasized that she’d slipped a digit into my fellatrix’s asshole, and the more she pumped in and out, the louder Kaila moaned. Soon her vocal chords were quivering so powerfully around my shaft that I no longer knew which end was up.

I wasn’t the only one nearing my peak. Sam ripped her lips from mine and clutched my hand even tighter. Her hair hit my face as her head whipped back and forth while she practically sobbed in ecstasy. I watched as she hooked her ankles at the small of Ted’s back and kept him buried deep inside her until he wrested himself from her grasp to pull his cock from her spasming pussy. Then he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, gave it one good pump and drenched her belly with a shower of semen.

I quickly joined Ted and Sam in the orgasm party. Churning wildly, my balls drew inward, and then my shaft began to pulse. Sensing my imminent eruption, Kaila tightened the grip of her lips around my girth as she moved them up and down. She also pressed her tongue harder against my cock’s underside, which increased the intensity of her blowjob. Finally, she reached up to massage my sac, triggering my explosion.

I held on to Sam with one hand as I threaded my fingers in Kaila’s hair with the other. Then I experienced a series of paroxysms as I sent a huge blast of sticky semen down her throat. Swallowing my load like a champ, she maintained a vacuum like hold around my girth to ensure that she didn’t lose a drop of the precious fluid. She didn’t even let go when she reached her own summit as a result of Whitney’s fingers and tongue. All she did was moan more loudly, which sent even stronger vibrations throughout my body and elicited another salvo of ejaculate.

That was it for everyone. After the margaritas and amazing group sex, we were all really exhausted, and we’d never even discussed the book! (Though by then I was pretty certain that hadn’t ever been the intention.) It had also gotten late, so Sam invited us to stay the night, an invitation that everyone other than Kaila, who had plans in the morning, quickly accepted. As a result, I ended up sharing Sam’s bed, while the married couple made themselves comfortable in her guest room.

We all said good night, and then I got into bed, with Sam snuggling beside me. I drifted off immediately, drained from the thrilling events that had just transpired. But despite my complete exhaustion, I woke right up a few hours later when I felt a delicate hand moving on my cock and balls. I opened my eyes, expecting Sam, but it was Whitney Sam was still lying beside me but just watching with a wicked grin on her pretty face.

When my dick had also woken and resumed its former hardness, Whitney held it still but it was Sam who climbed aboard. I held my breath as her velvety labia hugged my crown, and then I inhaled sharply when she impaled herself and began descending slowly. When her ass came to rest on my thighs, she began riding me, and I delighted in the pleasures of her pussy as I looked up at the undersides of her gently swaying tits. Then I turned us over, taking care not to slip out even for a second.

As I started sawing into her, I heard a male voice playfully ask what was going on. It seemed that Ted had also awoken and decided to join us. Now, as I stroked in and out of our hostess’s pussy, Whitney spread her legs to welcome her husband between them. He hoisted her feet onto his broad shoulders, and then he positioned his prodigious cockhead at her entryway, stretching it wide as he pierced it.

After that, it was like he and I were in a race, pumping our hips hard and fast as we fucked our partners, huffing and puffing with the exertion. Taking a cue from my new friend, I lifted Sam’s legs and held them high so I could stroke into her even deeper, and I must have hit some special spot because she was soon shrieking with pleasure. Then Whitney reached her climax, too, and when I looked over at the other couple, I saw that Ted had covered her mound with his hand and was strumming her clitoris with his thumb.

Suddenly, a giddy Sam called out, “Switch!” and before I really knew what was happening, she’d wrested her feet from my grip and pulled her cunt off my erection. Whitney did the same, and they quickly exchanged places. Then, as Ted sank his cock into Sam’s pussy, I slipped my dick between his wife’s dewy labia. At first, it felt strange fucking her with her husband right there next to me, but he gave me an encouraging thumbs up so I knew that everything was cool.

Picking up where I’d left off with my previous partner, I stroked in and out of Whitney’s pussy, which was still quivering with the aftershocks of her recent orgasm. I brought her to another climax by thrusting inside her as deep as my prick would go, and she cried out with obvious pleasure as our bodies crashed together. While my balls bounced against his wife’s asscheeks, Ted mirrored my actions on Sam. Then our partners kissed, their tongues darting between each other’s lips as their hands roamed over each other’s body, paying special attention to each other’s tits.

This girl girl exhibition was unbelievable in fact, it was more than I could handle. My cock was now flying in and out of Whitney’s pussy, my pelvis slamming into hers as I glanced back and forth between the juncture of our bodies and that of Ted and Sam. First, I saw my cock dipping between Whitney’s nether lips, and then I saw Sam’s labia sliding over Ted’s shaft as it repeatedly disappeared between them. When I looked up again, I made eye contact with Ted, and what he said surprised me. “Come on her,” he directed, and though her agreement was muffled by Sam’s mouth, I knew it was something that she wanted, too. I figured I might as well do it, and besides, my orgasm was inevitable, either inside of her or out.

Ripping my prick from Whitney’s cunt, I held it steady in front of me. I was just in time because it immediately started spurting, and with so much force that my load spattered across her face. Feeling the hot release on her cheek, she stopped kissing Sam in order to catch my cream on her tongue. However, I was painting her large breasts by then, so she scooped some off with her fingers and delighted Ted and me both by licking them clean, as though my come was the most delicious thing she’d ever eaten.

As Ted watched his wife and me put on our little sex show, he continued pumping in and out of Sam’s body in a steady rhythm. But it wasn’t long before he pulled her onto his length until her cunt was flush with his body. Then he groaned loudly, and I guessed that the contents of his balls were emptying into her. Sighing happily, she dug her fingers into his asscheeks to maintain as tight a seal as possible between their heaving bodies.

Later, as I fell asleep for the second time that night, I realized that I’d accomplished what I’d set out to do when I joined the group: I’d made new friends and broken out of my shell. I even felt bold enough to offer my place for our next get together, which I did the following morning. I also considered suggesting the next book for us to read, but I had a feeling that regardless of what it was, we wouldn’t be doing much talking!

“I’ve got an idea . . . ”

“Don’t stop sucking me, baby.”

I tried to say the words again, but this time I had my mouth wrapped around Stephen’s cock, and the sentence came out a sexy, slurpy blur. Resigned, I focused on the face fucking he was giving me right in the center of our kitchen. I have to say, I’d dressed for the part. This evening, I was clad in a transparent apron, transparent high heels, and nothing else. I was on my knees on our cool tiled floor, and the vision of myself reflected in the oven door had given me what I thought was a brilliant idea.

I was sure Stephen would agree. That is, once he let me speak.

With the finesse of a girl who really enjoys her blowjobs, I worked my husband. I slipped my tongue around the head of his cock, and then drew the shaft all the way into my warm, willing mouth. I cupped his balls with one hand and stroked the base of his shaft with the other. Stephen groaned and thrust his hips, easily taking control of the rhythm with one subtle motion.

The scent of our dinner began to fill the air. Perhaps “scent” isn’t exactly the right word. I probably ought to say, “smoke.” I’d put a roast in earlier, and the meat must have been ready to come out. Yet Stephen’s meat wasn’t quite done. I never like to leave him hungry, so I continued to do the job at hand or mouth and suck him even as the first tendrils of smoke slid from the oven.

“Oh, God,” he sighed. “Oh, Elly.”

He came in time with the sound of the smoke alarm, and I sat on my heels as he tucked himself back into his slacks, turned off the alarm, and pulled the smoldering hunk of meat out of the oven.

“I’d like to start a cooking club,” I said as I watched him land the dish in the sink. The idea was brilliant, I thought. But Stephen’s dark chuckle let me know he had his doubts.

“You know,” he said, as patiently as possible, “you’ve never been much good in the kitchen, Elly.”

“Is that what you really think?” I didn’t even need to give him a wink. The wink was implied. I stood and ran my fingers along the lacy edge of my not there apron.

“Oh, you’re talking about that kind of a cooking club?” He reached for my arm and bent me over the countertop. So I’d burned our roast to bits. He didn’t seem to mind he played with the tie on the back of my apron, and then gave my ass a swat with one of our wooden spoons.

“Here’s the truth,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him. “I know I’m not a cook, but I’ve always been hopeful.”

“Hopeful in what way?” he teased. “That you might get better or that you might get lucky?” He smacked me again with the spoon, then dropped the implement and pressed his cock against me. He was already hard again. I was more than ready, but that didn’t stop me from continuing with my idea.

“I’m talking about a cooking club.”

“And I’m talking about something else entirely. Let’s make our list.”

“For ingredients?”

“For people we’d like to fuck.”

That’s how it started, with Stephen inside me, tossing out names as he fucked my wet pussy. It wasn’t the first time we’d talked about engaging in group sex, but it was the first time we’d ever done anything about it aside from fuel our deliriously sexy fantasies.

“What about Katrina and Barry?” he asked as he ground his hips against me.

“She’d be in, he’d be out,” I sighed.

“Susannah and Xavier?”

“The other way around.”

“Lisette and Dash.”

That’s when I smiled. They’d go for it, if anyone would. Stephen started to fuck me intensely then. In my head, I imagined what our cooking club would look like. I’d show Dash around my self heating oven while Stephen would let Lisette admire his favorite nonstick utensil.

“Should we invite any others?”

“I think four sounds fine for a start,” I panted. “I’ll call Lisette . . . after.”

After I finished, is what I meant. Stephen seemed to understand. He held on to my hips and swirled his cock deep inside me. I could feel the head pressing against all those secret places. I closed my eyes, lost for a moment, right on the brink, but then Stephen asked, “What are you going to say on the phone?”

“Don’t you worry,” I sighed as I came. “I’ll plan the perfect menu.”

“I don’t care what we eat as long as I get to see someone eat you.”

Lisette and I have known each other since college. Although we’d never shared the same bed before, we had indulged in dirty talk from time to time those girly confessions over Cosmopolitans in the corner of our favorite bar. I’d told her more than once that if she came with a cock, I’d have been hers from the start. Yet when I called her up, I was deeply aware of how nervous I suddenly felt. This was Lisette someone I’d shared every confidence with for as long as I’d had confidences to share. But this was also more than your standard frisky fantasy or sweet wet dream. I was about to ask if she and her man would be interested in . . .

“Coming over for dinner.”

That didn’t sound bad, did it? No, but it wasn’t what I meant either.

“Of course,” she said, but before she could ask for the date or time, I had to explain.

“I meant,” I stuttered, “I was wondering . . . what I was trying to say . . . what I was hoping you’d be interested in . . . ”

God. Someone ought to have stuffed a sock in my mouth. Or an apple.

“Stephen and I were thinking of starting a cooking club where we do more than cook.”

There was a silence on the other end of the phone before Lisette said, “I can’t believe you asked me that.” I felt horrified, mortified, and all the other ” ied” words one can feel in the space of several seconds. “We’ve been talking about doing something like that for years, but we never found anyone we thought would be interested.”

Relief flooded through me. And with that, my plan was set in motion. I couldn’t believe how nervous I was on the night of the dinner. My pussy was wetter than I could remember it ever being, and my heart seemed to be beating in time with the peppy jazz Stephen had put on the stereo. “How are we going to start?” I asked him. “Do we all just take our clothes off? Or do we try to eat something first? Or do we cook a little bit? I bought a lot of fancy ingredients.”

Stephen grinned at me. “This type of situation is best when it happens organically.”

“I only bought organics,” I told him, not understanding.

“Let’s let things unfold naturally. We don’t need to complicate things by over thinking.”

He was right. Lisette and Dash arrived right on time. Forget fashionably late. I could sense that she was as titillated as I was even more so when her husband kissed me with more passion than he ever had before. We’ve always been once on each cheek types, but this time, he pressed his lips to mine, and I felt instantly tipsy even though I hadn’t drunk any wine.

Stephen was watching. I could feel his eyes on me. Lisette stood with her coat in hand, and then she tossed it onto the front table and moved toward Stephen. I sensed an “If that’s how we’re doing it, that’s how we’re doing it” attitude in her walk. Stephen embraced her. I turned my head and saw the two reflected in the mirror. He stroked her dark brown hair, used his hand to cup her chin, tilted her head up and kissed her. Warmth ran through me, settling firmly between my thighs. I had never seen him kiss another woman.

Was I jealous?

No, this was Lisette and Stephen my two favorite people in the world. Jealousy wasn’t what I was feeling at all. In fact, if I’d had a cock, I would have sported a huge erection.

Just like the one Dash was pressing against my thigh.

“We’ve wanted to do this for years,” Dash confessed.

“That’s what Lisette said,” I murmured.

“Did she tell you that I have always wanted to be the man who fucks you? The other man, when you wanted a change of pace.”

I had to focus on him then instead of Stephen and Liz, because that hard on seemed to have a will of its own. This was supposed to be a cooking club. And the most important thing I’ve learned from endlessly watching “Hell’s Kitchen” reruns is to taste everything. I dropped to my knees. Dash looked at me with a winning smile and undid his fly.

“You look good like that,” he observed wryly.

“I lost my training wheels awhile back,” I told him before opening my mouth. I knew my husband and best friend were watching me as I started to suck Dash. Although I’ve never considered myself an exhibitionist before, the feel of their eyes on me was such a turn on that I made sure to give the best blowjob I could. Not that I would have skimped or anything. But I felt as if I were on display which I was and I wanted to please all parties: Dash, whose cock was growing harder by the second my husband, whose dick I could only imagine was growing equally large and my girlfriend, who had never seen me blow anyone but who’d shared tales of oral escapades with me for years.

Suddenly, I heard a familiar wet sound. Obviously, Lisette was sampling Stephen at my side. I stifled a giggle when I realized that our cooking club had not even managed to get into the kitchen. We were on appetizers out here in the foyer. Nobody seemed to mind, though. The men sure as hell looked as if they were pleased, receiving twin blowjobs from two pretty girls.

I had no idea how much Dash could take. I know my husband’s limit pretty well by now. But this was a new situation, a new cock. I let my hands stroke his strong, muscular thighs as I continued to bob my head up and down his shaft, and I simply went with the motion, sure someone would make another suggestion when the time came. Or when one of the guests came.

That’s ultimately what happened. Dash groaned and pushed his hands against the back of my head. I was thrilled when I realized that I was the one who would get fed first. The amuse bouche for me this evening was the taste of Dash’s come. I swallowed hard, and he groaned again and pumped his cock against the back of my mouth. I drained every drop as he finished with a buck, pulling out and sighing at the same time. When I turned my head to see Stephen and Lisette in nearly the same place, the look on my man’s face let me know that he’d liked watching me suck off his friend. Liked it so much that he was going to allow Lisette to finish him off. I sat on my heels and watched, unable to stop myself from stroking my wet pussy as my girlfriend swallowed my husband all the way to the base of his cock.

“God, that’s good, Liz,” Stephen murmured. “Your mouth is so sweet.”

“You think her mouth’s sweet, you should taste her pussy,” Dash said, and I realized that I couldn’t wait. I moved closer, and I started to stroke Lisette through her red silk dress while she bobbed up and down on Stephen’s cock. When my fingertips pressed against her clit, Lisette made the sweetest moan. She couldn’t tell me whether or not she liked what I was doing, because her mouth was stuffed full of Stephen’s cock. But I could tell that she liked my fingertips on her by the way she parted her thighs to help me gain better access.

But I wanted more. I wanted to do what Dash had just suggested: Taste her. After all, this was a cooking club, right? And one of the basic tenets of being a chef is to taste, taste, taste. I tried to scoot in front of Lisette, but she was so damn focused on sucking Stephen that there was no way. I tried to slide underneath her, but the positioning of the players simply didn’t allow for me to wriggle where I wanted to be. Finally, Dash took pity on me. He put a hand on Lisette’s shoulder and pulled her back. Stephen looked crestfallen. Lisette looked as if she were going to bounce back into her proper position. But Dash who actually is a choreographer in real life said, “Let’s move things to the living room where we might be more comfortable.”

I liked that he didn’t suggest the kitchen, although I had a guilty flash when I realized that the expensive ingredients I’d bought for our dinner were languishing on our counter. I hadn’t been sure how people would want to proceed for the evening. Were we going to feign any interest in cooking? Or were we jumping straight to the main course?

We seemed to be jumping. Because once we’d all arrived in the living room, Dash took over. He told Stephen to sit on the sofa, and he positioned his wife on her knees in front of him. She didn’t need to be told what to do next: She once again pounced on his cock.

“You wanted to taste her, didn’t you?” Dash asked me.

I nodded.

“Get in between her legs, slut.”

I wondered what Stephen thought about another man talking to me like that. It didn’t seem to have affected his erection. He had his hands on Lisette’s head, and he was helping her find the rhythm he loves best. I got on my back between her thighs and lifted the hem of her dress. Naughty thing. She wasn’t wearing any panties. This shouldn’t have been a surprise to me. Lisette has confessed in the past how much she likes to go without undies. Why hadn’t I thought she might pull that trick tonight?

Without any further hesitation, I gripped her hips and brought her body to rest on my mouth. Dash was right his wife was pure sweetness.

I liked the way we were connected she had her mouth on Stephen’s cock, I had my face pressed to her pussy, and then Dash oh, God, Dash he got into the motion. I felt him spread my thighs open wide, and then I felt warm wetness against my slit. He was dining on me while I nibbled on his wife.

I thought about the original concept I’d had a cooking club. And then I thought about what we were doing. Well, we were cooking all right, but we weren’t actually cooking any food. So Anthony Bourdain wouldn’t be stopping by to judge our main courses. I was perfectly satisfied with the tickling of my palate, with the sweet juices of Lisette that dribbled onto my lips.

But apparently Stephen wanted more. I heard him say, “I want to watch Dash fuck you, baby.” Lisette pulled back then. I guess she wanted to see that, too. We untangled ourselves, and then reconnected a third time maybe the entryway had been our aperitif. The next part had been course one. We were ready for the main course, which Dash arranged like a pro. He stood me up and undressed me. I was in my skimpy panties and bra in moments.

“How does she like it?” he asked Stephen. I felt a shiver run through me. I liked being talked about, I realized. How had I never known that simple fact? How hadn’t I know how deliciously dirty it could be?

“Take her from behind,” Stephen said, and I smiled and looked at my feet. I do like being done doggy style. I come the easiest in that position. Dash bent me over the arm of the sofa and lowered my panties. I’d put so much thought into which set I’d wear. These ones were pale blue with a cherry print, the only food themed items in my lingerie drawer. Now the panties were puddled at my ankles.

“Kiss her, Lisette,” Dash instructed, and Lisette scrambled onto the couch next to Stephen. In a flash, I felt my best friend’s mouth on mine. As she kissed me, Dash spread my thighs and slid one hand between them. His fingers tripped between my pussy lips, coming up with instant wetness.

“Look at you,” Dash said. “You’re so ready.”

I would have spoken or nodded or done something to show my agreement, but I didn’t want to break the kiss. I was so turned on, so completely taken, that I felt almost as if I were having a dream. The best dream of my life. But then Dash took things up a notch. His cock pressed forward, and I won my first sensation of the way it felt to be Lisette. I’ll admit that we’d confessed to each other what our husbands’ cocks looked like. In one of those girly moments, we’d each bragged about their tools the size and the girth and the way they’d used them. What Lisette had told me the fact that lingered longest was that Dash liked to pound her. Hard. And that’s what he did to me. He slammed into me, and I broke the kiss with Lisette. I was nearly breathless from the start, loving the way it felt to be fucked with such force. Dash grabbed my arms and brought them behind my back, balancing my weight, positioning me exactly how he wanted. And exactly how I wanted. Because the way he was fucking me let me press my clit right against the arm of the sofa, so with every thrust, I won the most delirious pressure on my hot little button.

Stephen who’d been all for watching only moments previously showed us that he needed to get in on the action after all. He took sweet Lisette and spread her out on our sumptuous rug. He lifted her dress and parted her long, lean legs. Lisette looked at me, and I smiled. What a strange world this is where you can know someone for years, but never really know them. As Stephen drove his cock inside my friend, I watched her face. Now I knew her. And we were closer than ever.

The sounds in the room were unbelievably sexy: Lisette’s moans, Dash’s hissed instructions, Stephen’s guttural groans, my own soft begging. I always tend to beg as I get closer to climax. “Oh, please. Oh, please. Oh, please.”

“Please what?” Dash asked, because he didn’t know. He’d never done me before.

Before I could answer, Stephen said, “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” Lisette said, her legs wrapped around Stephen’s waist, her body pressing to his. I almost giggled. We were all talking to each other, but not quite having the same conversation. But by then it didn’t matter, because I was coming and the chain reaction of my climax brought each other partner off. First Dash, his cock milked by my pussy, came with a series of even more violent thrusts deep inside me. Lisette, who’d been watching us carefully, said, “I’m going to . . . ” and Stephen said, “Do it, Lizzy,” so I felt as if they’d come together.

The heat in the room seemed to shimmer in front of my eyes. As if we were all part of a mirage, as if the scene might disappear into nothing if I blinked too fast. I didn’t want that to happen. I didn’t want to wake up and discover all this had been a dream. I didn’t want . . .

“Is anyone hungry?” Stephen asked, pulling me from my daze with his matter of fact query.

“Oh, the food,” I said, remembering. “I left out all of those ingredients. They must be inedible by now.”

“No worries,” Stephen said. He was rifling through the pocket of his discarded jacket. “I’ve got my phone. Let’s order Chinese.”

“Best cooking club ever,” Lisette said, rearranging her dress and coming to sit by my side.

“You know, this is really the type of programming that’s missing from the Food Network,” Stephen said, and the rest of us started to laugh.

I work at a small catering company with three beautiful young women. Elaine is the oldest and most experienced on our team, although she’s only twenty eight. She’s strikingly pretty a tall redhead with luscious curves and a gorgeous smile. While Elaine is definitely the glamorous one, Sarah and Angela are just as hot, each in her own way. Sarah, the youngest at twenty three, is a cute blonde with a small, nubile body, amazing blue eyes and an easy laugh. Angela typically sports a short, dark hairstyle that complements her smoldering sensuality. Angela’s a fitness buff and has the hard body to prove it.

I’m the rookie, having joined the staff six months ago. Our boss, the owner of the company, is always running out to meet with clients, so the femme fatales and I are alone in the kitchen quite often. The flirting began pretty soon after I was hired, and it came from all quarters. I wanted to ask one of the girls out, but how to choose? Then I began to see that I might not have to decide. Elaine, Sarah and Angela were all hedonists at heart, epicurean to the core. That quality served them well in the catering business, and it was playing a major role in our relationships, too. The four of us were heading for something big together. I wasn’t sure how it would play out, but the ingredients were all in place by the time the boss sent us to cater a charity event outside of town.

The event was a low key affair in a beautifully landscaped garden, way out in the countryside. Dressed smartly in black and white uniforms, we moved among the crowd with trays of hors d’oeuvres and Champagne.

“Good work today,” Elaine said, when the event was over and we’d finished cleaning up. She sat on the grass with her long legs crossed and a plate of leftovers in her lap. Sarah and I sat beside her with our own assortment of goodies. Angela perched on the van’s rear bumper, nibbling on the healthier items.

“Any bubbly left?” Sarah asked.

Angela pointed to some open bottles she had collected during cleanup. “Got some partials over here.”

We all looked to Elaine, who nodded. “It would be a shame to throw them all away,” she said. “That’s good stuff.”

Angela brought three bottles over. “What about you?” I asked her.

“Someone has to drive back,” she said, with a shrug and a grin. “Knock yourselves out.”

There wasn’t enough Champagne in those bottles to get anybody drunk. Still, Sarah and Elaine and I were pretty tipsy by the time we got in the van for the drive home. It was a beautiful afternoon, and none of us had to work the next day. Angela turned on the radio and found a station pumping out loud, sexually charged music.

We’d been on the road only ten minutes, however, when everything came to a halt literally. The engine clunked and a bunch of warning lights lit up on the dash. Sarah looked at me, I looked at Elaine, and Elaine looked at Angela, who merely said, “Uh oh.” For some reason, that struck us as funny. No one seemed to mind that we were miles from civilization and might not see another motorist for a long time. Angela brought the van to a stop on the shoulder. Tall trees lined our side road, casting late afternoon shadows. Across the pavement, wildflowers covered a bucolic meadow. The vernal sun hung low in the sky, opposite a bank of heavy clouds tinged with orange and pink.

“Smells like rain,” Angela remarked as she got out to look under the hood. In a moment she was back, shaking her head. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Elaine called our boss, who said she’d come get us. “It’ll be two hours before she gets here,” Elaine noted as she put away her cell phone. I saw a glimmer of mischief in her brown eyes. Sarah giggled and snuck a coy glance at me. I looked at Angela, but her eyes gave away nothing. Her mouth, on the other hand, gave away plenty as the ends curled up in a roguish grin. Something was afoot, something that made my cock stiffen in my pants.

“Turn up the music,” Elaine said, bobbing her head to the beat. She stood and went through the partition door to the cargo section of the truck. Sarah followed her. Rain began to fall outside. Angela lowered the driver’s window partway, admitting the fresh outdoor scent. Then she followed the others to the back of the truck. I was right on her heels.

The cargo area felt roomy now that most of the food was gone. Elaine found a battery powered lantern and turned it on, casting moody yellow light on us as we sat in a circle on the floor. I could hear the rain above the music, drumming steadily on the roof.

“When I was a kid, we’d have played Truth or Dare in this situation,” Angela observed.

Just then, that Joe Cocker song about leaving your hat on came on the radio, the tune loud and infectious. “Oh!” Sarah exclaimed, starting up from the floor. Her shoulders swayed, her hips flexed the song shot straight into her bloodstream. The other two were grooving, too.

“Craig,” Sarah called, “I dare you to do a striptease for us!”

Elaine and Angela took up the chorus. “Strip! Strip!” they shouted. I found myself getting to my feet, thinking, Why not? I felt self conscious at first, but I let the music take me, the same way it had taken hold of the girls. My gyrations prompted so much hooting and screaming that I could barely hear the song. I finished with my back to them, naked and a little sweaty. When I turned around, I was startled to find that Sarah, Angela and Elaine were also getting undressed, fast. In a moment they were as bare as I was. We all checked each other out. In the end, their gazes came to rest on my stout, rock hard cock.

Angela broke the silence. “As long as we’re playing Truth or Dare, I have a truth question for everyone: Have you ever been part of a threeway?”

“Or a fourway?” Elaine put in, arching her eyebrow.

My pulse was racing. Sarah got to her feet and approached me. “I haven’t. Have you, Craig?”

My dick twitched. “Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure.”

Her voice was full of desire. “I think it would start like this.” Her hand curled around my hot prick as her nipples pressed into my chest. I pulled her close, and we shared a long, passionate kiss. The underside of my shaft pressed up against her smooth belly. Another song was playing now, something with a hard driving beat, as we sank to the floor of the truck. Sarah pushed me flat onto my back and get on all fours to suck me. I watched her blonde head bob up and down in time with the music’s ferocious beat. Her lips slid along my shaft, making the taut skin slick.

“Don’t forget about us,” Elaine said, as she and Angela hurried over. Before I knew what was happening, Elaine was squatting over my face, presenting her lovely vulva to my mouth. Before she touched down upon my lips, obscuring my vision, I caught a glimpse of Angela kneeling behind Sarah’s upraised haunches and pressing her face into the younger woman’s sex. Sarah’s reaction came an instant later a moan of shocked delight that resonated up and down the whole length of my cock. She got over her surprise, though. Mewling with twice the pleasure, she sucked and slurped my rod like she was famished.

Elaine’s pussy lips felt soft and plump against my mouth. Her remarkable pubes, so reddish and thick where they still grew, tickled my nose. I splayed her outer lips and licked her folds with gusto. Elaine’s girl juice was exquisite and as heady as the Champagne we’d drunk only a short while ago. I pressed my hands to her hips and stroked her skin while I took my fill of her elixir.

Angela was still quenching her thirst with Sarah’s sweet honey, too, if the wild cries of pleasure coming from those two were any indication. All the while, my cock was dipping back and forth between Sarah’s lips as she continued her lusty attack on my prick. Her tongue swirled all over the shaft, as if mapping every tiny detail of its ridges and contours.

Her moans added a layer of sensation, the throaty vibrations oscillating against my flesh. It wasn’t long before I felt the beginnings of a mammoth orgasm well up deep inside my balls. Sarah sensed this and quickly grasped the base of my cock with firm pressure, staving off my climax. At almost the same time, I felt her breath quicken. Angela must have homed in on her clit, because Sarah started rocking violently back against the other woman’s mouth, hard enough to make the truck rock on its axles. “Oh, I’m coming!” Sarah shouted. Elaine, still riding my tongue, reached out to stroke her friend’s hair.

After a moment Sarah slumped back to recuperate, and I felt a new, velvety tightness envelop my cock. Elaine chose that instant to rise and turn around, which gave me a moment to watch Angela impale herself on my shaft. I was so well lubed down there by Sarah’s saliva that Angela sank all the way to the base in no time at all. It felt so good, I let loose with a wolfish howl. Elaine’s sharp intake of breath made it clear that she was watching closely, too. Standing over me, she seemed mesmerized by the salacious sight of my thick tool cleaving Angela’s smooth, hairless labia. Then, with a surge of impatience, she lowered herself and pressed her dripping sex to my mouth once more.

As Angela began a sensual bump and grind maneuver aboard my dick, I tried to dedicate myself to the delicacy of Elaine’s sumptuous cunt. Her sex was so soft and enticing, I felt my lust soar to new heights. She trembled and rubbed her clit against my lower lip as I slid my tongue up and down her cleft. I probed both her holes, since her new position facing my feet gave me access to her ass as well as her pussy. Elaine’s juices flowed copiously, dousing my face. When I touched my tongue to her clit, she really came unglued. Her little button was swollen and ready for more. I sucked it between my lips and gently tugged, making the muscles in Elaine’s lovely thighs clench. “Yeah, Craig,” she hissed. “Eat me! Come on, make me come!” Faster and faster I flicked her clit until she practically lost her senses. “Oh, that’s it!” she cried, her words barely intelligible as she bucked her sex against my mouth.

Angela had been riding my cock with a steady, easy rhythm all this time, content to watch Elaine ride my face. Now, as Elaine climbed off me, Angela picked up the pace, lifting and lowering herself with unchecked lust. Elaine sat next to Sarah, who was busily rubbing her clit. Together they watched Angela and I as we hit our stride together. I reached up and cupped her breasts in my hands, enjoying their supple heft. Angela arched her back and fucked me furiously, her dark hair swishing in front of her face. It was exciting to watch her work her lithe body up and down on my pole, like she could do it forever. I felt her vagina clench, as if coaxing out my seed. The time was right I let myself go. The first volley shot from my cock, and Angela cried out, no doubt feeling the explosion of warm wetness deep inside. Suddenly she was coming, too. She sat down hard against my pelvis and closed her eyes, totally absorbed by our climaxes. I heard a cry from my right, looked over, and saw that Sarah was coming, too, helped along by Elaine’s fingers on her clit.

When my shudderings faded away, Angela rolled off and sprawled beside me, her chest still heaving. For a while we basked in the afterglow. Then headlights appeared through the windshield.

“Hurry!” Elaine cried, scrambling to find her clothes. We all followed suit, laughing as we stumbled about in the semi darkness. Angela raced to the front and snapped off the radio. When the boss opened the driver’s door, we were ready. No one talked much on the long drive home, but there was a sense of shared secrecy among us. For a whole week afterward, that’s how it was. Nobody spoke of our wild encounter, but it was foremost on our minds.

The following Friday was my day off. I was at my apartment, thinking lusty thoughts about Elaine, Sarah and Angela, when the phone rang. It was Elaine, calling from work.

“I was just thinking about you,” I said.

“Only me? Or all three of us?” I heard some conspiratorial laughter in the background. Angela and Sarah were working that evening, too.

“Can you come down?” Elaine asked. “We need your help.”

It was almost five. I was about to ask why they weren’t out the door already, but then I had a thought. The boss was out of town, which meant they had the kitchen to themselves.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll be right over.”

When I got there I entered through the back door, like we always do. It leads straight to the kitchen area, bypassing the front office. I stepped through the doorway and got hit by a chocolate cream pie, right below the belt.

“Oops.” Elaine emerged from behind a stack of boxes. Angela and Sarah came out from their own hiding places, and all three of them cracked up. For a moment I could only stare at their indecorous state. Elaine stood there in a red bra and matching thong panties, looking like a Victoria’s Secret model. Sarah had nothing on but an apron. Angela, most shocking of all, wore only a chef’s hat. Not one of them seemed the least bit self conscious. What’s more, all three women were splattered with the evidence of what I’d interrupted: a raucous food fight. Flour, cake batter, fruit, stuff I couldn’t even identify it was everywhere. What I liked best was the flour handprint on Elaine’s left butt cheek. Had Sarah slapped her there? Or Angela? My penis grew uncomfortably stiff.

“It’s going to take forever to clean this up,” I said.

Elaine shrugged. “We’ll get to it later.”

I sensed the mood in the room change. Pointing to the handprint on Elaine’s derriere, I said, “That’s cute.”

She offered me a naughty smirk. Then her gaze drifted down to my pie smattered jeans. “Better take those off,” she said. I saw the hunger in her eyes.

“I do feel sort of overdressed,” I replied. They watched me undress, and suddenly it felt like that amazing night in the truck again.

When I stood bare before them, with my big erection bobbing free, Elaine came close and took my penis in her hand. “You were the missing ingredient,” she said in a voice that was almost a whisper. She knelt on the floor, and with a playful dab of her tongue she licked the drop of pre come off my swollen glans. Then, looking up at me with a wanton grin, she fell to gobbling my organ voraciously. At the same time, Angela approached Sarah, untied her apron strings, and tossed the food stained garment aside. I admired the smooth, feminine curves of Sarah’s figure and the lean, svelte shape of Angela’s hard body as the two young women reclined together on the big worktable. We were all well illuminated this time, thanks to the kitchen’s ample lighting, so it wasn’t hard to see every spicy detail of Angela and Sarah’s sixty nine style romp. Sarah lay on her back, her blonde hair falling halfway to the floor. She looked more than happy to be schooled by Angela in the finer pleasures of girl girl sex. They, in turn, kept glancing over at Elaine and me as my glam companion hungrily sucked me. I coiled my fingers in Elaine’s long auburn tresses and fucked her pretty mouth with rising zeal. Her slurping noises incensed my desire still further, and the sounds apparently got to Sarah and Angela as well. Their movements on the table became more aggressive, their bodies undulating wildly against one another. I could see Sarah madly working her tongue in the sweet depths of Angela’s cunt.

“I love this giant cock of yours,” said Elaine, breathing hard as she released my erection from her mouth. “I want you to fuck me with it. Fuck me hard, Craig.” She lay back on the floor and was in such a rush to feel my wood ply her channel that she practically tore her panties off. I really did rip her bra in my haste to bare her breasts, but Elaine didn’t give a damn about that. She opened her legs and reached for me. As my prick entered her, she said, “That feels so good. I want to feel you come inside me. But you’ve got to save some for the others, okay?”

What a request! I looked over at the sexy women on the table. “No worries,” I said, as my rod burrowed deep into Elaine’s warm, wet cunt. “You three are so amazing, I believe you could keep me hard for days.” I eased out of her, then rammed home again, making her cry out with delight. She wrapped her gorgeous legs around my torso and encouraged me to fuck her harder, faster. Her full breasts were heaven in my hands so soft yet firm and topped with small, cherry red nipples. I traced my fingers all over those delightful mounds, exploring every detail. Elaine reached between us and strummed her fingers across her clit. She was so tight and wet inside that I felt the kick in my balls all too soon. Slipping my hands under Elaine’s ass, I gripped her buttocks tightly and powered into her half a dozen more times before my cock erupted. “Oh, yeah,” Elaine cried. “Fill me up, you’re making me come!” Her slick juices flowed around my shaft and dripped onto my flouncing balls.

Wiping sweat from my brow, I finally sat back and watched as Sarah and Angela came over to join us. Their bodies were flush, their hair damp. Whatever pleasures they’d achieved on the table, they still wanted more. My eyes went wide when Angela got down on her hands and knees and lapped up the cream leaking from Elaine’s sex. That sight alone was enough to keep my manhood as hard as stone, but Angela sealed the deal when she turned to Sarah and gave her a sloppy kiss on the lips.

Sarah and I hadn’t fucked yet, and I was eager to rectify that oversight. I guess she was too, because she cast me a lecherous grin right before she turned around on all fours and waggled her rear end at me. Her plump pussy lips peeked out below her ass, ready for action. Elaine, her appetite unquenched, sat in front of Sarah and presented her well worked orifice for more oral attention. Angela, meanwhile, knelt close beside me and guided my throbbing cock to Sarah’s pussy with her hand. Once my pulsing crown pushed between those dripping lips and disappeared inside, Angela withdrew her hand and reached under Sarah’s belly to rub her clit from below. Sarah whimpered at the onslaught of pleasurable sensations, and she rocked back at me, taking another few inches of my meaty rod. I finished the job with a single hard thrust that forced my ball sac right up against her vulva. “Ooh,” she grunted, adjusting to my girth. Then she dropped her head into Elaine’s crotch and began snacking on the other woman’s sex like she’d discovered the most tasty morsel imaginable.

I gripped Sarah’s plush hips and jackhammered into her, rocking on my knees. Her cunt felt uniquely different from Elaine’s, just as Elaine’s had been different from Angela’s. Silently, I reminded myself of how lucky I was to find myself in this situation. I watched my prick thrust over and over into the pink wetness of Sarah’s slit, and occasionally felt Angela’s fingers down there, too, grazing my shaft. Elaine was running her hands through Sarah’s fair locks and crying out, while Sarah, her face buried in Elaine’s vulva, made lusty noises all her own.

“Let me see you shoot, Craig,” said Angela, peering down at my dick as it rocketed back and forth into Sarah. “Shoot your load all over her ass!” She sensed what I already knew: My eruption was imminent. At the last second, I withdrew from Sarah’s snatch and showered her ass with semen. Angela grabbed my pulsing cock and drank up the last spurts, greedily smacking her lips as she swallowed. Elaine came around and helped her rub the sticky stuff into Sarah’s skin, then licked her fingers clean.

Afterward we cleaned the whole place up. It was quite a chore, but we had a good time doing it.

Lately we’ve been talking about opening our own catering business, but I’m not sure we’d get any work done!

My husband Frank and I have enjoyed group sex with another couple, Mary and Mel, for about one year now. We are all in our thirties and enjoy one another’s company very much. But most particularly we enjoy the familiarity of communal sex. We know each other’s bodies as we know our own. We usually get together every other weekend at either our house or theirs for our own mini orgy.

Last Friday night, Mel and Mary hosted our twice monthly get together. We began the fun with some mixed drinks and snacks, and a hot x rated video. I moved over to Mary and put my hand on her sweet pussy. She was so warm down there that I could feel the sexual heat through her tight jeans. Soon we had each other’s clothes off and were fingering each other.

When my hand was wet with her sticky love juice, I held my fingers out and motioned for Mel and Frank to come over so I could give them a taste of Mary’s cunt juice from my fingers. Mary and I then got into some heavy kissing and fondling. I couldn’t wait to put my face in her wet, warm slit.

She was so warm and sweet that I sucked all of her wetness into my mouth. Then I worked a finger into her tight asshole and slowly began finger fucking her as she whimpered with pleasure. Moments later we were in a sixty nine position, giving each other delicious orgasms.

By the time we got up, Frank and Mel were undressed and sporting enormous erections. The sight of two attractive men with raging hard ons plunged Mary and me into a deeper state of sexual frenzy. Mary rushed over to them and started gobbling her husband’s meaty organ. Then I joined in. There we were, the two of us, down on our knees and hungrily sucking the essence of our men.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mary snake her hand between Mel’s legs, and a moment later, when he moaned softly, I knew she had wiggled a finger up inside his asshole. I immediately worked one of my fingers into Frank’s hole.

It wasn’t long after that that the guys started coming, holding our heads immobile as they filled our mouths with their creamy goodness. Mary and I gulped down our husbands’ tasty semen.

After this we rested for a bit and enjoyed some more drinks. Frank was lazily stroking his cock when Mary went over to him and, without a word, got into an all fours position. Sitting next to Mel on the couch, I began to gently stroke and squeeze his swelling cock then I watched as my husband dropped to his knees and plunged his cock into Mary’s pussy from behind. Mary let out a low moan of pleasure and dropped into a low crouch, resting her head between her arms on the carpeted floor as Frank continued thrusting into her pussy.

Telling Mel to sit back in the couch, I climbed on top of him and quickly impaled myself on his rampant cock. I gripped his shoulders, clamped my knees against his hips, and moaned as I started bouncing up and down. Suddenly, I heard Mary cry out that she was coming. Then Frank announced his orgasm. I slammed down on Mel’s cock with all my strength, and when I felt his come start spurting inside me, I let out a cry of pure delight and shuddered convulsively through my own passionate release.

Now it was time for another rest period, but soon enough we were all ready for more creative sex play. Acting on orders from our husbands, Mary and I knelt side by side on the couch with our hands on the back cushions. As the guys took positions behind us, we both crooned softly in anticipation of being taken anally. Mel and Frank, considerate as always, eased their throbbing erections into our waiting assholes, stretching them slowly. My grip on the sofa cushion tightened, as did Mary’s, and our eyes closed as we savored the feel of our asses being stuff with hard cock.

“Oh God, I love this,” Mary sang out. “It’s so fucking good.”

Soon the two of us were pleading for a forceful fucking. Mel and Frank started banging away with gusto, my husband driving his cock deep into Mary’s soft, lovely behind while her husband ravaged mine with wild, convulsive animal abandon.

We all came within seconds of one another, and breathing heavily, Mel and Frank slumped over onto our backs, remaining there as their cocks wilted in our asses. Finally they pulled out and sank wearily to the carpet. Semen was dribbling out of our stinging assholes as Mary and I scooted off to the bathroom to clean up.

That particular little orgy was one of our best ever. But we always have a good time. I’m sure we’ll have a good time next Saturday night when Mel and Mary come to our house.

Ms. T.D., Ohio

My wife, Loretta, and I enjoy Variations each month and we both get excited reading about the exploits of adventurous couples. I have often fantasized about watching my sexy wife make love to another man. She, in turn, has long fantasized about making love to two or more men at the same time. We share these fantasies during passionate lovemaking, but I never thought we would one day actually fulfill them.

One Friday night we agreed to meet at a hotel bar after work for drinks. Loretta had changed clothes at work, and she arrived wearing a new pink and white dress that was short and backless and that clung to her curvaceous body. Her braless breasts poked provocatively against the flimsy material, and her excited nipples could easily be detected through the dress.

As we sat enjoying our drinks, Loretta grabbed my hand and slid it under her dress. My fingers traveled up her thighs to her wet love nest. She wasn’t wearing panties or hose, which always excites me. She then turned to me with a sexy gleam in her eyes and said, “I think we should make our fantasies come true tonight.” My heart started pounding and I nearly choked on my drink, but I readily agreed.

Loretta and I are both in our late thirties and in excellent physical condition from tennis and free weights. I am five eleven and 185. She is a firm and curvy five two and 110.

Our plan, as outlined by my sexy wife, was to split up, so it would appear that she was single. I, meanwhile, would occupy myself by talking to other patrons in the bar and occasionally dancing to the music being provided by a live band. We followed through, and after an hour or so I noticed that while Loretta had danced with several men, two in particular seemed to attract her the most. Eventually she approached me wide eyed and, with excitement in her voice, told me the two guys she had been talking to were friends and wanted her to go home with them.

I walked over and introduced myself to Milton and Kirk. I explained to them that my wife and I were trying to live out a fantasy that involved Loretta, myself and two other men. Milton and Kirk were both in their late twenties. Milton was tall and blond and Kirk was dark and about my height and weight. Both men were delighted when I suggested that they join Lore and me in our hotel room.

As we rode the elevator up to the seventh floor, sexual tension filled the air. My wife sighed as Kirk and I caressed her ass through her dress while Milton fondled her breasts. Entering the room, I mixed us all a drink. As we talked, Loretta sat on the bed, facing Kirk and Milton, each of whom was seated on a plush chair. My wife’s dress had hiked up enough to fully expose her thighs and give us a glimpse of her now soaking bush.

At this point I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Returning in less than two minutes, I found Loretta with her dress pushed all the way up over her breasts and Kirk on top of her, kissing her passionately. He was pawing her breasts with his right hand while his left hand fingered her juicy pussy. Loretta then quickly removed her dress and urged Kirk to fuck her. He needed little prodding. His cock was much bigger than mine, and he entered her slowly. My wife came quickly, as did Kirk.

As he withdrew, Loretta positioned herself on her hands and knees to suck all the juices from Kirk’s meat. The sight of her beautiful ass sticking up in the air was too much for me to resist, and I quickly slid my cock into her boiling cunt. Loretta squealed with pleasure, screaming out how much she loved sucking cock and being fucked at the same time. Bucking and sucking wildly, my wife came with such force that she broke free from Kirk and myself. She squealed and screamed while gyrating in orgasmic frenzy. She was so loud I was afraid some guest in another room would call security!

As she calmed down, she settled onto her back and I saw that her pussy was positively drenched. As I gazed around the room, I saw Milton, who by this time had stripped naked and was stroking his long, hard cock. Loretta looked up dreamily at him and motioned him toward the bed while spreading her legs wide. She reached out and grabbed his cock, quickly guiding it into her sopping vagina. She was totally into the moment and had obviously decided she wanted all the hard cock she could get. As Milton pounded into her, my wife turned to suck my still hard cock. Soon Milton, Loretta and I came in a rush of mind numbing pleasure.

Following this scene, Loretta got up from the bed and kneeled before Kirk, who was again seated in a plush chair. She gently stroked his cock while looking in his eyes and saying, “I want you again.”

With her mouth and hands she worked over Kirk’s entire genital area. She slurped on his cock and balls as she ran her hands over his thighs and ass. Kirk moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. My wife removed her mouth from his organ as Kirk continued moaning and his hips bucked in the air. Loretta then straddled the chair and began lowering herself onto his big cock. I watched wide eyed as his turgid organ inched its way into her dripping pussy, stretching her to the limit.

“Oh God!” she screamed. “I’ve never had a cock this big! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

She rode Kirk for about ten minutes, coming twice during that time. Her eyes had a glazed, otherworldly look as if she were totally immersed in this realm of sensuality. While still buried in her cunt, Kirk picked her up by the ass. She held on tight with her arms and legs as he placed her on her back on the bed. He then slammed hard into her. The room smelled of sex, and my wife’s cunt could be heard making squishing sounds as Kirk’s cock pumped vigorously. I have never seen a woman so turned on in my life. “More, more!” she kept yelling. When Kirk finally blasted his come inside her, Loretta almost swooned with joy. I walked over to where she lay with semen running down the crack of her ass.

“I love you, honey,” she said. “Thank you for this.”

I kissed her gently. Lovingly I spread her legs, ran a finger along the slick groove of her sex, and entered her once more.

We don’t know if we will attempt to replay this scene, but it was the most exciting thing we have ever done. It is a memory we will always cherish.

Mr. E.P., Oklahoma

Let me start by saying that I think I have a very attractive wife. She’s thirty and redheaded, with a 34 23 36 figure. She is also one of those women who has never had a very high opinion of her looks and who, until seven months ago, had never had sex with any other man but me. I often fantasized about June fucking other men or seeing her in a very revealing outfit, stripping in front of a bunch of serious young studs who appreciate a good looking thirty year old hot redhead with a dripping pussy.

Every once in a great while, June would tell me some of her own fantasies. Now, my opinion is biased, of course, but when she gets really turned on, there is not a better fuck going, or any better blowjob to be found. She is also a very fine paralegal for an area law office.

Now, we had talked in the past of opening up our marriage, but she was always hesitant. Just before Christmas last year, we were going over everything on our holiday schedule one evening while watching TV in bed. As we talked, June told me that many of the office staff would not be at this year’s Christmas party because most of them were heading out of town. She went on to tell me that the party could get kind of wild, because of the lack of people. To my surprise, she said that she and her friend Paula were not going to let it get boring.

Paula, who is a cute little twenty five year old blonde with a very shapely figure, is pretty open about such matters. Evidently she and my wife had started sharing some of their sexual fantasies, perhaps with the idea of fulfilling them at the Christmas party. I was feeling an erection in my briefs. “See there, I’m not the only man that has those kind of fantasies,” I said.

June responded by wrapping her tiny hand around my cock and stroking it. She told me that Carl, Paula’s husband, and I were invited, and that the festivities started around three in the afternoon. I called Carl the next day from work. He aroused my curiosity even more when he said that Paul was really going to fire up those stuffed shirt lawyers.

The big day arrived. I left my office with an erection just thinking about what lay ahead. I arrived at my wife’s place of work around four o’clock. On the door was an “Office Closed” sign, but the door opened, to an empty waiting room and an empty front office. The conference room was at the very back of the complex.

As I walked down the long corridor, I could hear laughter and muffled cheering. Just as I was about to enter the conference room, the door opened and a half naked Sally, a secretary new to the company, came backing out the door. I stood quietly until Sally turned around, wine cooler in hand and clad only in her bra, panties and hose.

She was startled to see me, but then she stretched her body forward and gave me a passionate kiss. “Hi, Ken,” she said. “Come on in. Paula and June are really getting wild and everybody is having a ball, especially us girls.”

As I peered into the room, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was Paula, clad only in a half slip, giving her lawyer boss what appeared to be a supreme blowjob on the couch. Peter, the office manager, was rubbing his hard cock along the edge of her tight little ass. And there was my lovely wife, sitting on the edge of the conference table, French kissing one of the divorce lawyers, while her boss, a forty year old divorcee, sucked madly on June’s beautiful red bush. It was an incredibly erotic sight, to say the least.

As moans of sexual enjoyment filled the room, I eased my way over to the wet bar for a beer. As I popped the top, June’s boss, Roger, looked up over my wife’s creamy white thighs, his face glossed with June’s love juice. “Your wife’s fine, Ken,” he informed me, “and I’ll be honest with you, I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman so bad in my life.”

Douglas, the lawyer who had been French kissing June, looked astonished when he saw me. My wife gave me an impish grin and slowly started undoing her bra. Then she shoved the divorce lawyer’s face into her beautiful mounds and said, “Okay, Doug, time for your treatment!”

I glanced toward Paula and Peter. Peter was pounding Paula’s hot muff with ferocity and her boss, Preston, was about to shoot hot come down her lovely throat. I turned away from that hot scene to see my wife easing herself back onto the conference table and directing Roger to unleash that big thick dick she had always wanted to see. At the same time, Doug climbed up onto the table and mounted her upper body and placed his bulging rod between her tits.

I was about to go off in my pants when Carl walked in. “Hey, looks like the party’s going great,” he said and calmly walked toward the bar. As he grabbed a beer he shouted, “Give ‘em hell, honey. Go for it.”

Paula’s response was automatic. Her ass humped in the air to meet the driving thrusts of Peter’s hard cock, while her other lover made ready to send his semen down her throat. Carl saw Preston come and then immediately proceeded to the couch. I walked toward my wife and her two partners. She was gobbling Doug’s cock in a frenzy, and then came the good part. Roger spread my wife’s legs wide, pulled out his eight inch wonder of a cock and entered June’s hot love hole. He entered slowly, pushing in about an inch at a time.

My cock was about to burst out of my jeans. Roger finally gave in to lust and shoved his fat shaft deep inside my wife. She responded by lunging towards his cock and sucking Doug even harder.

I glanced over at Paula. Peter had just shot a load of hot come in her pussy, and she was shuddering in excitement as her lips latched onto her husband’s cock. As I approached Paula’s firm butt, I pulled my aching cock out of my jeans. Paula was so hot and wet and I was so hard, penetration was ever so easy. As I sank my hard cock into Paula’s pussy, I looked at my wife’s quivering body. She had just received a hot load of come from Doug, and it was running down her tits to her navel. Roger was slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy, and she was still holding the cock that had just showered her.

I was about to come inside Paula when I saw Roger grab June’s legs and pull her down off the table. He pulled out long enough so she could turn around and lean over the table. My wife couldn’t wait to get his fat cock back into her fired up pussy. As our eyes met, she grinned and blew me a kiss. Then she latched onto a semi hard cock and began sucking on it as her boss groaned, “I can’t hold it any longer, babe. I gotta let go.”

“Do it, do it!” my wife cried.

At the same time that Roger came in my wife, I squirted my semen into Paula, who quivered again with pleasure. As I watched Carl’s face tighten, I knew he was ready to come. Paula swallowed his load and kept sucking. Pulling away from Paula, I moved over to the table, where my wife was just beginning to calm down.

June grinned sweetly, and before taking my now limp cock in her mouth, she said, “Boy, are we going to have a talk when we get home.” Now that’s what I call celebrating the holidays!

Mr. K.V., Ohio

When I pulled up in front of my friend Lindsey’s house, the last thing I expected to see was a fire engine with red lights flashing. It was my turn to drive for our car pool in to work, and I arrived promptly at eight o’clock, but thoughts of beating traffic to the office flew out of my head as I parked quickly and rushed to the house. I was greeted by the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen he was wearing his full firefighter regalia and even holding an axe to complete the picture. “Nothing to be worried about, miss,” he said, his eyes twinkling. “Just a little kitchen fire. There were no batteries in the smoke detector.”

I stared into the beautiful man’s eyes, and he returned my gaze before I moved on to find Lindsey. I found her in the scorched kitchen, which had black streaks on the ceiling, a charred stovetop, and drying extinguisher foam all over the floor. She turned to me and said, “I forgot I was boiling eggs.”

Well, that’s Lindsey all over, she’d forget her head if it wasn’t attached. But it was also just like Lindsey to have all the firemen swarming around her. She was a model when she was a teenager and is still a looker of the highest rank. She’s five ten and rail thin, with ash blonde hair. The way the firemen were offering their assistance you’d have thought she was the Queen of England.

Lindsey was eating up their attention, and why not? As I calmed down I saw that there were four of them in the kitchen, and all of them seemed to have leapt to life from one of those beefcake firefighter calendars. The fellow in charge was tall and had a Southern accent. He had a mustache and goatee combo that made him look like a Western gunslinger. Another one was young and cute with a pug nose, and the fourth made my knees a little weak when he spoke and revealed his Irish accent.

“I think we’ve got things under control,” the bearded one said. “Unless you’ve got a cat stuck in a tree or something.” He turned to me and touched his hand to the brim of his helmet. “I see this street is full of attractive women.”

Lindsey, somehow pulling it together and seizing the initiative, asked this tall, dark stranger, “Do you boys get any time off? Because if you do, I’d like to invite you back here for a party. You know, to thank you for your trouble.”

“It’s no trouble,” said the leader. “But I think we can be persuaded to accept your generous offer.”

The Irishman, standing right beside me, then added, “Only if this young lady is invited to the party as well.”

“Oh, she’ll be there,” said Lindsey, giving me a look that could have meant a million different things.

The firemen gathered their equipment and drove off, promising to be back at Lindsey’s the following evening at eight o’clock. I marveled at how Lindsey had turned a mishap into an opportunity to get to know some great looking guys, but little did I know how wild the evening would turn out to be.

We arrived at work late with a pretty good excuse, and everyone was full of questions, no more so than Jessica and Kimberly, two of our best friends. On the ride to work, Lindsey and I had decided that we needed two extra girls to even up the gender distribution of the party, and we’d thought of these two ladies first. We were all single, and Lindsey and I were planning on having a great time and hoped the other girls felt the same way. After all, what woman doesn’t fantasize about hunky firefighters?

Certainly Jessica and Kimberly did, because they eagerly accepted the invitation. Kimberly even said she would cancel a date for the “chance to party with firemen.” I spent the better part of the next two days trying to decide what I would wear, and in a moment of giddiness made a stop at Victoria’s Secret to buy some new lingerie.

The next night couldn’t come quickly enough, and all four of us gathered early. Lindsey stopped at the swanky gourmet shop in town to pick up all sorts of fancy hors d’oeuvres, while Jessica brought the booze and Kimberly stopped at a bakery for some criminally delicious desserts. I was entrusted, via a secret e mail from Lindsey, to bring some of my sex toys and plenty of lube, “just in case.” Truth be known, Lindsey and I had gone out on some double dates that had ended with both of us involved in x rated activity in full view of the other.

I should take a moment to paint a picture of our little girlie foursome. I’ve described Lindsey, the swan like blonde. Jessica is a petite pepper pot, with Latin heritage, raven black tresses and a killer bod, including an ass that many women would kill for. Kimberly is strawberry blonde, tall but not as tall as Lindsey with an alabaster complexion, bewitching green eyes, and what my ex boyfriend would’ve called a “dynamite rack.” I’m blonde also, but my hair is more of a honey shade, and I’m proud of my athletic body, sculpted from many an hour spent in a gym, though I must admit I’m envious of Kimberly’s boobs.

The firemen were right on time, all spiffed up, wearing coats and ties and each carrying a bottle of wine and some roses. Introductions were quickly made: the bearded one was Jeff, who was originally from Texas. The young one, who had a mischievous glint in his eyes, was Jeremy. The Irish fellow was Colin, and I saw that his helmet had been covering up a gorgeous mop of curls. The guy I had locked eyes with that morning was Ryan, who had a head of salt and pepper hair and a lantern jaw. Most importantly, none of them were wearing wedding rings.

Lindsey put on some music, and we all talked easily as the wine flowed. We had lots of questions about the lives of firemen. It got kind of silly as we girls oohed and aahed while they told of their tales of derring do, but I will admit I have a soft spot for people who work only to help others.

After a while Jeff suggested we clear some space for dancing. That sounded like a great idea, so Lindsey took the Chopin off the stereo and put on a collection of oldies. We had a great time, and during a slow song (I seem to remember it was “Unchained Melody” ) I got up close and personal with Ryan, who smelled divine from his aftershave. He whispered in my ear, “It’s a close contest, but you’re the sexiest woman here,” and I felt his hard on pressing against my stomach. I maneuvered slightly so I could rub against it, wondering where this was all going to lead.

When the song ended, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Kimberly, who had been dancing with Colin. They were all smiles and motioned toward the kitchen, indicating that I should follow. I did, and as I turned the corner I was greeted with the sight of Lindsey, on her knees in front of Jeff, his large cock sliding between her lips.

I took a step back in surprise, only to find that Ryan was right behind me. He wrapped one of his big arms around my waist and once again pressed that erection against me, only this time it rested on top of my ass. It took Kimberly to speak up: “Why don’t you bring that into the living room where we can all watch?” she asked.

Lindsey looked up, not really surprised. She patted Jeff’s cock and put it back in his pants. He laughed, and they took each other by the hand and followed us back into the living room. Jessica and Jeremy were necking on the sofa, and she looked up dreamily as we all converged in the center of the room. Cushions were thrown onto the floor, and soon a passion pit was ready for action.

Lindsey sat Jeff down in an easy chair and pulled his still hard cock back out for more action. He leaned his head back and let out a contented sigh, running his hands through her hair. Ryan’s hands had found my tits, which he massaged gently, making me purr. I turned and faced him, sliding my tongue into his mouth as he cupped my breasts. I longed to see the erection that had been poking me, so I fumbled with his fly and brought his cock out into the light. It was long and hard, and felt wonderful in my hands. I stroked him and he groaned, and we somehow managed to lower ourselves onto the pile of cushions.

I kicked off my shoes and pulled off Ryan’s pants. I noticed that Jessica and Jeremy were both naked to the waist, and he was sucking on her small, bullet like nipples. I must admit that during all this I was interested to see what my friends looked like without clothing. I had seen Lindsey before, but not Jessica or Kimberly. I sought out the latter and saw that she was lying back on some pillows, with her short skirt bunched around her waist and her panties dangling from a bare foot. Colin was between her legs, face first in her crotch, and he was clearly doing something right because her eyes were shut tight and a low moan was escaping her lips.

I’ve always been something of a voyeur, so I was getting into watching the orgy erupt around me, but Ryan had other intentions. He unbuttoned my blouse and got the first look at my fancy new bra. He didn’t pay it much mind, though, as he expertly skinned me out of it and threw it over his shoulder. Clearly he was a tit man, as he ran his fingers over mine with the dexterity of a concert pianist. My nipples were hard and swollen, and I melted when he took one between his lips and bit down with a wee bit of pressure.

As Ryan made love to my breasts I watched as Jessica, naked except for her high heels, leaned her torso on the seat of the sofa, which provided Jeremy, who was down to his shorts, complete access to her ass. He parked his nose between her cheeks and presumably ran his tongue along the crack, as she purred in satisfaction. Turning my vision slightly to the left, I saw that Lindsey was still attending to Jeff’s cock, kneading his heavy balls while she skimmed the head with her tongue.

Ryan pulled back a bit and began removing his clothes, his cock bouncing in anticipation. I snuggled up against it, taking his balls into my mouth and tickling them with my tongue. Then I sucked his erection into my mouth, taking him to the root, compelling him to recite a litany of “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck” over and over again. I was proud that I could swallow his entire length, and loved the reaction I was getting from Ryan as he urged me onward. I bobbed up and down, delighting in the feel of pressing my lips against his velvety warmth, until finally I could sense, without him even saying it, that he was going to come. I pulled away for a moment and said, “Give it to ‘em!” before diving back down on his cock in time to receive a piping hot mouthful of come.

I heard Lindsey say, “Come for me, baby,” so I looked up to see Jeff’s load shoot into the air, landing on her bare breasts, while some of it streaked her hair. He looked sheepish, but she scooped some of his load up with her fingers and was going to lick them clean when she spied me looking on. She winked at me and beckoned me closer.

I gave Ryan’s cock a kiss, crawled over a few feet, and hungrily licked her fingers clean of Jeff’s semen. I then proceeded to lick the rest of his sticky mess from her breasts, and sucked a bit on her nipples. Over the years we’d kidded around with some innuendo, but this was the first woman on woman encounter I’d ever enjoyed.

I felt rough hands pulling my panties down, and then a hard cock penetrating my cunt, which was sopping wet. It was Ryan, of course, and he fucked me while I sucked on Lindsey’s tits. It didn’t take him long to let loose into my pussy, and I felt the warmth of his release pulse inside me. It was a delicious feeling, made all the more so when I looked into Lindsey’s eyes and leaned back, spreading my legs, daring her to go for it. She took the bait, lowering her head and eagerly sucking Ryan’s load out of me. She slurped and sighed in pleasure, getting to taste pussy and come at once truly the best of both sexual worlds.

This was apparently quite a spectacle, because Jessica and Jeremy, Kimberly and Colin, as well as Jeff, were all watching attentively. When I came hard all over Lindsey’s face, I lay panting, staring at the ceiling, but knew I was just getting started.

We all removed whatever was left of our clothing and rearranged ourselves. I wanted Colin and told him so, so he gladly allowed me to straddle his cock while he cupped my ass in his hands. In this position I was able to see what was going on all around me: Lindsey lay on her back while Jeremy ate her out before climbing up and fucking her missionary style, her ankles locked behind his back Jeff (who I saw had a variety of tattoos all over his body) was hammering Jessica doggy style, reaching around to pinch her nipples and Kimberly and Ryan were in a sixty nine, with her on top as she faced me, so I could watch her suck his cock.

This Dionysian vision was too much for me, and I came again. When I stopped shaking, Colin rolled me over, his cock never pulling out of me, and he began fucking me hard as I lay on my back. The sex was all the more intense because I’d already had an orgasm, and I relished every thrust as Colin drove himself deep inside me. The sounds of slurping and moaning filled the room, and even though I wasn’t touching the other couples, their erotic energy reached me, heightening my pleasure. My pussy clutched Colin’s dick as I got aroused all over again. “You’re so tight,” he whispered, as his balls slapped against my ass. In seconds, he filled my cunt with his come.

When the guys had all had an orgasm they took a break and asked to see more of a girl girl show. Lindsey and I obliged by slipping into a sixty nine, and I got my first taste of her delicious cunt. She did something amazing with her teeth, grazing against my clitoris, while at the same time slipping a well slicked index finger into my asshole. This made me buck and squirm, and Lindsey laughed delightedly.

Kimberly and Jessica also got busy. I caught glimpses of them kissing passionately, fingering each other’s moist vagina. I think they were Sapphic virgins as well, but Kimberly was game for anything, and gladly lapped at Jessica’s pussy, which I noticed was completely shorn of hair.

I guess this got all the guys ready for another round, because they worked themselves back into the action. This time I was paired with Jeremy, who had gotten some deliciously naughty ideas from watching Lindsey finger fuck my back hole. He asked if I wanted to have my ass fucked, and I responded by telling him where the lube was. He was back in a jiffy, cock waving, and coated it, as well as my anus, with lube. I crouched on the floor and let out a long, low groan as his member popped past my sphincter and filled me up. I’d had anal sex a few times, but with all of my friends watching it felt extra hot.

I was lost to the sensations of my ass being fucked so I wasn’t quite sure what was going on around me, but I sure noticed when Jeff’s cock nudged my lips. He was kneeling before me, and I gripped his rod in my hand and stroked it in time with Jeremy’s thrusts into my ass. I opened my mouth and let Jeff fuck me, his balls bouncing against my chin. I can’t begin to describe how dirty I felt, and I began trembling with an orgasm that rocked me to my core. The sight and sound of me surrendering to pleasure seemed to trigger the guys, and almost simultaneously I felt Jeremy’s seed spill in my ass while Jeff’s load shot down my throat.

After that we lay in a big heap for a few moments, and then I managed to taste both Jessica and Kimberly’s pussies, and they did mine. Eventually Jessica announced that she wanted to take three guys at once and asked for volunteers. Jeff said he was down for the count, but Jeremy, Ryan and Colin indicated they were ready for more, as their cocks were once again hard. Lindsey, Kimberly and I sat side by side, caressing each other, as we watched Jessica get in position on her knees. Colin lay on his back below her, and she skewered herself on him. Ryan was behind her, and slowly filled her bootylicious ass with his cock. Finally, she took Jeremy’s wand in her mouth and sucked him like a pro. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, watching the four of them move like a well oiled machine.

Jeff wasn’t as finished as he thought he was. He squeezed in between Lindsey and me, and we played with his cock and balls. Kimberly maneuvered so he could play with her big tits, and we jacked him off. This was followed by a series of orgasms from the foursome before us, as the three energetic firemen left their loads in each of Jessica’s holes.

The guys left sometime around dawn, and we four girls collapsed into each other’s arms, falling asleep right there on the floor. When we awoke the next morning, we all decided we should do this again, and even have “ladies only” nights, so I can make good use of the double headed dildo I bought. And now whenever I see a fire engine I feel a tingle in my pussy.

My name is Tammy. Not long ago, my husband, Wyatt, and I visited the wine country of California with our closest friends, Artie and his wife, Lana. It turned out to be more exciting than any of us could have imagined.

We were all having a grand time sightseeing the third day out, and I noticed that Artie was paying more attention to me than usual. Toward the end of the day, Lana and I complained that our shoulders were sore from the heavy tote bags we were carrying around. After dinner, we returned to our motel, where we had connecting rooms, and started playing cards and drinking wine. Artie got up to get more wine for us and when he finished pouring, he began to rub my shoulders. It felt real good. Soon he was suggesting that Wyatt rub Lana’s shoulders.

After a while we resumed playing cards, and when the game was over, I went and took a seat on the sofa. Artie joined me and picked up where he had left off earlier, massaging my back and shoulders. Again he suggested that Wyatt do the same to Lana. After a few minutes, Artie said he couldn’t do his best work with my dress in the way. Without getting my consent, he began unbuttoning the back of my dress. I was about to protest when Artie told Wyatt to unbutton Lana’s dress. At this point I relaxed, figuring that as long as we were all in the same room together, things wouldn’t get out of hand. And Artie’s strong hands did feel good on my bare flesh.

Artie, growing bolder by the second, pushed my dress down off my shoulders together with my bra straps. Then he unsnapped my bra. He was rubbing my shoulders and entire back now, his hands occasionally traveling down my sides and around to my stomach. I could feel my pussy getting wet and I didn’t know what to do about it. Across the way my husband was obviously enjoying massaging Lana, who was facedown on the bed now and purring contentedly.

As Artie continued massaging me, his hands often grazing my breasts, it became very clear that he was more interested in feeling me than soothing my aching muscles. Lana raised herself a bit and told her husband how wonderful Wyatt’s hands felt on her. My husband, seizing the moment, worked his hands down under Lana and began rubbing and squeezing her breasts. As if on cue, Artie latched onto my breasts and began kneading them.

The sight of my husband touching another woman and the feel of Artie’s hands on my bare breasts kept my juices flowing. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I got up and motioned for Wyatt to follow me into our room. As soon as the door was closed, we got out of our clothes and jumped into bed. My husband was already rock hard, and I climbed on him and began to ride his cock. We tried to be quiet, unlike Lana and Artie. Form the creaking of their bed and Lana’s cries of pleasure, we could tell Artie was pounding her good.

The next day we resumed our tour of the wine country and that night took rooms in a quaint bed and breakfast inn. We were reprised to learn that we were the only guests and that the innkeeper and his wife lived across the road in a cottage. This meant we had the whole place to ourselves. We freshened up and went out to dinner, then returned to the inn. As we relaxed in the pretty sitting room, Lana complained about her aching shoulders. Artie said that as Wyatt had done such a good job the previous night, he should massage Lana again. He, in turn, would rub my neck and shoulders. Lana flashed me a smile as my husband moved toward her.

Lana and I were wearing lightweight summer dresses with panties underneath neither of us had bothered with a bra that day. Artie undid my dress in back and began rubbing my back and shoulders. Soon his hands were on my breasts. Across the way, on the other sofa, Wyatt was pushing Lana’s dress down off her shoulders. As soon as he had exposed her breasts, he started kneading them as Lana leaned back against him and purred with approval.

“Do you like watching your husband playing with Lana’s tits?” Artie asked me, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “I’ll bet Wyatt’s got a hard on that won’t quit.”

Once again my juices were seeping into my underpants, and this time I knew that it wouldn’t be my husband who put out the fire. Wyatt gave me a questioning smile as he continued fondling Lana’s breasts, and I knew he was asking me what I wanted to do. We had spoken in the past about group sex. It was obvious that he wanted us to seize this opportunity.

My dress was bunched around my waist now and Artie was stroking my hot pussy through my panties with one hand while fondling my breasts with the other. He nodded in the direction of Wyatt and Lana, and when I looked over at them, I saw that Lana had lost her panties and that Wyatt was stroking her bare pussy. Wyatt’s cock was sticking out of his pants and Lana was stroking it lovingly.

Artie quickly unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. With a soft moan, I curled my fingers around the shaft and started stroking it. Soon Artie maneuvered me off the couch and onto my knees in front of him. “Go ahead, Tammy, suck it real good,” he said. Since my marriage I hadn’t sucked any cock other than Wyatt’s, but now I was hungry for Artie’s swollen member. Lowering my head, I curled my lips around the fat head and started sucking, taking more and more cock in my mouth. “Yeah, go, baby, go,” Artie groaned.

When I heard my husband moan, I stopped sucking Artie and looked over my shoulder. Wyatt was sitting back on the sofa, his legs spread wide, and Lana, on her knees, was sucking on his cock with obvious relish. With a slight pressure on my head, Artie got me sucking him again, and this time I went after his cock with gusto.

This went on for a few minutes and then Artie suddenly sat erect and pulled me to my feet, announcing that we were going upstairs to fuck. As Artie started pulling me up the stairs, I took one last look at Lana and Wyatt. With Lana still gobbling his cock, my husband gave me a happy wave.

Once in his room, Artie got me out of my dress and soaking panties in no time. We were both so hot we didn’t need foreplay. He just put me on the bed, spread my legs and rammed his hard cock home. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on tight as he plowed my hot pussy. Grunting and groaning, I came several times before he drenched my sex with a big load of creamy come.

Eager to see what my husband was up to, I untangled myself from Artie and got out of bed. I went downstairs to the sitting room and found Lana naked and draped over the back of the sofa. Wyatt was standing beside her and smearing his come all over her bare backside. He smiled broadly when he saw me.

The next morning we set out to visit some more wineries. Then that night we checked into a motel, taking one large room with twin beds. There was no longer any need for pretense, so we all stripped naked. Artie began taking pictures of Lana and me on the bed. Wyatt quickly climbed on the bed and Artie took some shots of him fondling our breasts and pussies. Then, with Artie still snapping away, Lana went down on Wyatt. After a while, Artie handed the camera to my husband, who took pictures of me hungrily sucking on Artie’s cock.

When all four of us were hotter than hell, Artie threw me down on the bed and said, “Baby, I’m goin’ to fuck you all night long, just like Wyatt’s goin’ to fuck Lana.” I had no argument with that, and I moaned my approval a moment later when Artie, throwing my legs up on his shoulders, rammed his thick cock all the way inside my steaming sex. On the bed next to ours I saw my husband stuff a pillow under Lana’s hips moments before driving his cock into her.

It was pretty much nonstop fucking for the rest of the night, Artie doing me in one position after another as Wyatt pleasured Lana the same way. At any given time, one bed or the other was creaking loudly, and the couple not fucking got turned on all over again just watching the action on the other bed.

The next night it was more of the same. Artie and I arrived back at the motel first, Wyatt and Lana having stopped next door to get some snacks. As soon as we were inside the room, Artie pulled down my panties, pushed me back onto the bed, threw up my skirt and started giving me head. When my husband and Lana walked in and saw Artie already hard at play, they wasted no time getting out of their clothes and into the other bed. Soon we were all screwing up a storm, with the guys doing Lana and me doggy style, as we talked dirty.

The high point of the evening was when Wyatt and Artie took Lana simultaneously, Wyatt fucking her pussy while her husband fucked her mouth. The next morning, in the shower, I sucked my husband’s cock while Artie plowed my pussy.

That was some great vacation, and the sucking and fucking didn’t stop when we got home. Wyatt and I get together often with Artie and Lana, just as we did before we vacationed together, but now we switch mates and ball ourselves silly!

Ms. T.Y., Oregon