0 comments/ 9977 views/ 1 favorites A Roll of the Dice By: briareos_otaku I was alone in a corner of the bar, watching the foam slide down the inside slope of my beer bottle as I slowly tilted it down from a desultory swig, when she came through the door out of the rain. With red hair dampened from the weather and a gorgeously full bosom tenting the chest of her too-thin coat, she would have stood out anywhere. In the dim squalor of the roadside tavern, outlined in the shrinking glow of the streetlight leaking through the slowly closing door she was like a vision. In my case, a vision of clear, cold water to a man dying of thirst. She moved to the bar, drawing only casual glances from the few other patrons of the tavern. Over the tinny drone of the ancient jukebox, I heard her explain to the equally ancient bartender about a breakdown and the need for a tow truck and a taxi. "No taxi," was the bartender's curt reply. "No tow truck neither." "What about a beer? Have you got any of those?" Even from across the room the sarcasm in her voice was evident. It didn't seem to effect the bartender however. He simply turned away and moved in a shuffle towards the cooler at the far end of the bar, leaving her to slump down on a bar stool in defeat. I fingered the wadded up ten dollar bill in my pocket. Right now it was the only money I had. I had rolled into this godforsaken village in the middle of nowhere earlier in the evening, following a tip from a friend in the city about a weekly poker game held by some of the better-off residents of the area. Easy pickings, I was told. Locals -- totally not up to your level of play. Ha. Right. The "locals" turned out to be mostly well-off business types with weekend homes in the surrounding picturesque valley, out of the city and from under their wives' glares for a night of too much drinking, too much carousing, and too much high stakes poker. The buy-in was steep, but I had gone ahead with it, hoping my experience and usually sharp luck would carry me through. That's what you get sometimes, *depending* on luck. Lean on luck too hard and it slips away. She's a fickle lady, Ms. Luck. "She's a bitch," I muttered to myself as I continued to stare at the red-head at the bar. She was sipping at a beer now, her red lips wrapping gently around the mouth of the bottle with each tilt. I thought I even saw the tip of her tongue dart out and into the top as she stared at the row of dusty liquor bottles behind the bar with unseeing eyes. I felt a stirring in my pants, and it wasn't the ten dollars in my pocket. I reached a decision. The night was a bust anyway, and there wasn't much to lose...and maybe heaven to gain. I drained my beer and set the bottle down on the table in front of me. Standing, I straightened my shirt, sucked in my gut, and tried to cheer myself on. "Fuck it, brother. Time to roll the dice." It felt odd to me even as I said it. Odd, but somehow *right*. And as I started across the bar towards the woman, I pondered what had made that particular phrase pop into my head. I'm not a dice man. I'm a card player, always have been. Dice is too random, not enough skill. It's all...luck. That thought made me grin, and it just so happened that at that moment the woman's eyes met mine in the mirror behind the bar. She grinned back at me, seeming surprised to be doing so, and slowly rotated her stool around to face my approach. She ended up with one leg stretched out to balance, the other still propped up on the stool, and I had a good slow look up her legs, encased in black nylons, feet in black boots ending a little below the knee. The movement pulled her skirt tight across where it had ridden up on her thighs, and the darkness between those thighs made my cock grow a little tighter in my jeans. I leaned up against the bar next to her stool and met her eyes, this time without the aid of a mirror. For a moment I felt like I was falling -- the force of her, the presence she exuded with her gaze, seemed to pull me forward, off balance. It lasted only a second, and then I was able to clear my suddenly scratchy throat and act something like a normal human being. "Car trouble?" I asked. She grimaced in disgust. "Yes. Damn thing just up and quit on me. Now I seem to be stuck here, since this crummy little town doesn't even have a tow truck. I guess I was lucky this bar was so close, and open." "I guess so. It's nice to be lucky," I winked. "Can I buy you a beer?" She glanced down at her bottle and drained the last of it in a quick couple of swallows as I stared at her smooth throat work. Slamming the empty bottle down on the bar, she said, "Sure thing, handsome." I signaled the bartender for two more and pulled a stool up next to the woman. I held out my hand. "My name's Randy," I said. She took my hand in soft fingers still cool from the beer bottle. "Nancy," she said. "My name's Nancy." Nancy, I thought to myself. You are so deliciously fuckable. "Pleased to meet you Nancy," I responded, slowly releasing her hand and allowing her fingers to slide through mine as we disengaged. The bartender, showing a turn of speed that I thought was unlikely in man his age was back already with the beers. I passed him my ten dollars and he shuffled off again -- hopefully to get me some change. I slid one of the beers over to Nancy and turned in my stool to face her. "So tell me Nancy," I said. "What brings a beautiful woman like you out all this way by herself on a night like tonight?" "Well," she said, a saucy twinkle in her eye. "I heard you were going to be here." I chuckled. "Hey, that was my answer. Seriously though -- this town doesn't strike me as anyone's idea of a destination." Nancy suddenly sobered. "I'm traveling," she said. "From the past into the future. Hopefully a much better one." I sensed that I had hit upon the source of some fairly recent trauma, and decided to back away from the subject as quickly as possible. "Well, you won't find the future in this place. I can just about hear the dust in the grroves of the 45s in the jukebox. And who has a jukebox with 45s in it anymore anyway?" Nancy looked over at the jukebox, an overly ornate but grime-coated monstrosity that wouldn't be out of place in a 50's-era soda shop. "I like it," she commmented. "It adds about all the atmosphere this place has. Old music like this makes me want to dance." I glanced around the dingy bar. There were only a few other patrons, presumably locals, and they all seemed focused on the drinks in front of them. Besides, who cares what they might think? The timely muted clatter of the jukebox changing records decided me. I held my hand out to Nancy. "Then might I have this dance madam?" I inquired. The smile she gave me seemed to brighten the entire miserable bar. "Why sir, I thought you would never ask." She took my hand and I led her to an area near the jukebox devoid of tables. As I turned to gather her towards me, wondering frantically how far I wanted to push my already incredible luck, the choice was taken from me. Nancy was not apparently of the school that favored formal, sedate dancing. She wrapped her arms about my waist and molded the front of her body to mine, leanng her head on my shoulder and almost nuzzling my neck. My hands went automatically to her hips, and I was nearly blinded as my mind tried to process the suddenly overwhelming sensory overload. I couldn't separate the sensations -- the softness of her breasts pressed to my chest, the heat of her breath on my neck, the gentle swell of her hips under my hands, the pressure of her hands on the small of my back, the delicate scent of her hair -- they all combined and built off of each other until the only thing I was absolutely sure of was that I was now packing a steel rod in my pants. We were swaying slowly to the soft crooning coming from the jukebox -- Nancy must have started us moving, because I was incapable of much more than reveling in Nancy pressed against me -- when she spoke. "This is...nice." She rotated her hips and pushed her pelvis more firmly into me, and I felt my cock, straining against my jeans, pressed into her abdomen. I exhaled sharply and whipered hoarsely into her ear, "Very nice." She tilted her face up towards me said with a breathy smile, "You do seem to be enjoying yourself." With that she rotated her hips again and I had to stifle a groan. In answer, I slid my right hand down and back from her hip to cup the curve of her ass. I gripped it and pulled her even more firmly to me. Her hot breath on my neck sped up, and I slid my hand down her ass to the top of her thigh. With only a little coaxing, she brought her leg around and up, so that now my right leg was between hers and her left leg was wrapped around behind me, supported by my hand. I could feel the hem of her skirt under my hand where it had ridden up, and with small movements I inched it higher. I moved my left hand from her hip to her ass and tipped my face down to breathe hotly into her ear. Both of her hands had found my buttocks now, and they were gripping me tightly as she ground her crotch onto my leg. I darted my tongue out and licked her ear, and Nancy drew in a ragged breath. Her hands left my ass and suddenly gripped the sides of my face. She pulled me to her and our searching mouths locked together. Our probing tongues were only seconds behind, and we kissed with a kind of desperate abandon. By this time, through an almost unconscious effort on the part of my hands, I had managed to work the hem of Nancy's skirt up so that I was able to grab her panty-clad ass and feel the heat of her pussy through the fabric of her underwear on my leg. There's no telling what might have happened then, right there in the middle of the bar. We had pulled our mouths apart and were staring deep into each others' eyes, lost in the driving passion of the moment, when the song ended and the jukebox began to clatter through a record change. The cessation of the music seemed to return a little bit of us to ourselves and remind us of where we were, because we both took a step back, though as we backed away from each other our hands met and gripped. I looked at Nancy -- her flushed skin, the deep pools of her eyes, the rosy redness of her lips, the protruding arousal of her nipples on the peaks of her fabulous breasts, the disarray of her skirt -- and I wanted her more then than I had even when my cock had been pressed against her moments ago. I could see my desire mirrored in her eyes. "I want you," she said in a throaty voice, "to tell me that you live very, very close to here." "No such luck," I replied in nearly the same tone. "However, I do have a motel room down the street." "Let's go," Nancy said, releasing one of my hands and towing me after her with the other as she turned towards the door. As we passed through the bar, I spared a look at the other patrons. None of them seemed to have noticed our hot dance in front of the jukebox, but as my eyes passed the crusty old bartender the old bastard gave me a slow, exaggerated wink. I grinned in return and didn't even begrudge the codger the extravagant tip he would be getting by short-changing me on the beers. Best ten dollars I ever spent. The ride in my car to the Teepee Motor Lodge was short and uneventful, save for quick, passionate kissing and groping sessions directly after entering and before leaving the vehicle. The two minute drive was one of the more difficult in my career as a motorist, however, due to the twin distractions of Nancy's hand on my crotch and the whispered monologue of her plans for me that she uttered into my ear while nibbling and sucking at my ear lobe. In fact, it all passed in a heady, horny blur, and the next thing I knew I was fumbling the key into the door of room number seven, and then falling through it with Nancy right behind me. As the door shut behind her I turned and pressed her back against it, my mouth finding hers and my hands doing the dual duty of massaging her tits and searching for the fastenings of her clothes. Our hot breaths and tongues lashed against each other as I fumbled the buttons on her blouse open and pushed it back over her shoulders. It was only when I felt the cool air against my legs that I realized that Nancy's hands had been busy with my belt and pants. I was wearing no underwear and Nancy broke our kiss to push me back and gaze down at my revealed cock. My cock is something of which I am quite proud. Not overly large, it measures at about six and half inches when fully erect -- and it was fully, throbbingly, painfully erect now. But it has decent girth, and the circumcised shaft is just...I don't know. It's just an attractive cock, is all. Maybe most men think that way about their cocks, but -- "It's gorgeous," Nancy breathed. She reached out and began to touch it, slowly, exploring it. She brushed the head with her fingertips and I shuddered. She looked up at me with a smile of delight and wrapped her hand around my shaft. She slowly masturbated me as we kissed again, less urgently this time, more deeply and with even greater feeling. Her other hand reached between my legs and gently massaged my balls and I thought I might be the luckiest man alive. Again Nancy broke our kiss, this time to shrug her blouse the rest of the way off. The she reached behind her to undo her bra, which she then teasingly removed and tossed away. My first glimpse of her breasts nearly cuased me to come then and there. They were large, surely, but they had the gentle sag that I so loved. The nipples were red and erect, begging for my lips and tongue, for soft nips from my teeth. I met Nancy's gaze. "You like?" she asked. I could only nod mutely, and she grinned. "You are a fucking doll," she said. "Take your clothes off." I quickly followed her directions, kicking off my shoes and struggling out of the pool my jeans had made around my feet. My shirt was over my head and flung away in a micro-second, and I looked back at Nancy. She was just stepping out of her skirt, boots still on, and I noticed now that her panty-hose were of the thigh-high variety, bands of lace encircling her soft, luscious legs. As she straightened, she pulled her panties -- black briefs -- up more firmly over her waist and then posed, hands on hips, and looked at me with a challenging lust in her eyes. "So, big boy," she husked. "You wanna get lucky?" "Damn woman," I said. "You could melt stone you are so hot!" As if on cue we moved together, her bare breasts with their hard nipples poking into my chest and we kissed again. Her hands found my naked ass and gripped and kneaded the cheeks as I hooked two fingers into the waistband of her panties and eased them down over her glorious booty. I kissed my way down the side of her neck and chest, lowing her panties as I did so, until they were at the lacy tops of her thigh-highs, and my face was level with her breasts. I blew hotly on her right nipple and she gripped my hair. Bringing my right hand up to lift, grip and massage her left breast she pressed her tit into my face. I gladly took her rock-hard nipple into my mouth, flicking my tongue back and forth over it quickly, delighting in her gasps of pleasure. I switched breasts, now massaging her right breast with my hand and suckling at her left nipple. I then pulled back and, gripping each breast in one of my hands, I rubbed light circles over her nipples with my thumbs as I turned us both towards the bed. Nancy felt the edge of the bed hit the back of her knees, and she sat down hard. Suddenly, she was face to face with my cock. She gazed at it in lust and then looked up at me. "You have the most beautiful penis I have ever seen," she said with a touch of child-like wonder in her voice. "Thank you," I said softly. "It's all yours." She smiled in delight and once again took my cock into her soft hand. I didn't think at this point it was possible to get any harder, but as Nancy stroked my cock inches from her face, I could feel the already taut skin tightening even more, and it was like all the heat in my body was now concentrated in my penis. "So hard," Nancy muttered, mostly to herself. "So hard..." "Suck it," I whispered softly. "I want to see your beautiful hot lips wrapped around my cock. Please, Nancy. Please suck my fucking cock." Slowly, still staring at my dick as though in a trance, Nancy brought her face closer, mouth opening. Even now I can see it as if I was there. It was like slow motion, and the anticipation was a sharp spike of pleasure in my brain. And then her mouth engulfed me, and I saw inch after inch disappear between her lips until her nose was buried deep in in my pubic hair. Only then did she close her mouth around my shaft, and the feeling of hot wetness washed through my entire body like a wave. Then she sucked, and pressed her tongue against the bottom of my cock, and I very nearly blew my load down her throat. I groaned, and a light sweat had broken out all over my body. I ran my hands through Nancy's red locks and slowly pulled her back, my cock sliding wetly through her lips until the head was about to pop free. Nancy made as if to go down again, but I prevented her with my hands in her hair. Pulling free from her mouth with a slight pop, my now wet cock bobbed obscenely in front of her nose. She uttered a light cry, and tried again to capture my cock in her mouth. "Wait, wait," I said, hardly able to find the breath to speak. "I can't...I'm going to go off if you keep doing that." Nancy didn't even look up at me -- her eyes were still glued to my cock, bobbing up and down with every beat of my heart. "Good," She said. "I want to eat your come. I want your hot cock to shoot off into my mouth." With that she grabbed my cock and shoved it back into her mouth, slurping and sucking at it as she began to bob up and down. I was so turned on that I almost immediately felt the electricity of an orgasm building up in me. I reached down and took one of Nancy's breasts in my hand, squeezing and massaging it. Nancy built her speed, perhaps feeling the tightening in my nuts, gripped as they were in her hand. She squeezed and rolled my testicles around in their hairy sack, and still maintaining her rhythm on my cock, looked up to meet my eyes. Seeing her there, my penis sliding in and out of her hot mouth, feeling the incredible sensations of her mouth, lips and tongue on my cock, the soft grip of her fingers on my balls, but mostly seeing the hot, thick lust spilling out of her gaze, I felt my orgasm rush closer. "I'm going to come," I grunted, my abdomen tightening. Nancy responded my sucking me deep into her throat and sliding her hand back from my balls to my ass. As the undulating roar of my orgasm rocked over me and my semen began to erupt from cock and down Nancy's throat, I felt one of her fingers slide into my ass crack and push at my asshole. The muscles on the side of Nancy's neck worked as she swallowed my come, and I was gasping with the throes of the orgasm. It seemed to go on forever and ever...and then it was slowly subsiding and I was coming back to myself, feeling Nancy suck her way off of the end of my cock, which again popped free with a wet noise. Nancy wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked up at me. "Yum," she said. "Thank you." "Christ!" I exclaimed. "You don't have to thank me! I need to thank YOU. In fact..." I reached over and gave her a gentle shove on the shoulder and she fell back onto the bed with a giggle and a slight bounce that set her gorgeous tits splaying apart. I knelt down and finally stripped her panties from her, and then, practicing what I still think is super-human constraint, I removed her boots, one after the other, not glancing up at the promised land that nestled between her legs. A Roll of the Dice This story belongs in the Mature section. It is about sex between older people who have had more life experiences than most. Mature stories can be so much more than one older, one younger. Hasn't anyone figured out us Grey Panthers still like to play? And for the story critics and detractors: please bear in mind that I only try to humbly share what happened one memorable evening. This might not be much of a story, either. But it is true. ***** The naked woman next to me takes the five dice with her right hand, cups it with her left, and looks at me as she shakes them up. There's a sparkle in her hazel eyes and a wry smile as she watches me watching her tits shake up and down as she jostles the dice in her hand. I'm thinking that perhaps they're the size of baseballs, and the weight makes them slightly sag. I would love to heft one in my hand to see if I got the size right. "Come on, give me 250."she says dropping the dice on the table. Adding the pips quicker than her husband, me, and my wife put together, she breaks out joy: "I won, I won!", shaking her arms in the air, making her breasts bounce so much that nothing a mere mortal man can do but watch in awe. "But what did you win?" I asked as she high-fived us in succession, making my wife's naked tits bounce along with hers as they slapped palms. "I just won, that's all!" Sue said. "But I think you deserve to get something when you win, no?" I said, and then realized what I has just uttered could be taken so many ways. It always amazes me how some little thing we do, a smile, a look, a gesture, moves the tumblers of a safe lock to line up and spring open a situation only hours before would have been undreamed of. But then, making new friends is always a good thing, is it not? Friendship, like attraction, is totally dependent on a similar set of tumblers where the voltage can occasionally strike with the force of lightning (with the more common bolts from the blue found in the attraction category), or, with friendship, where karma simply hums along like a well-oiled generator. Which is how things went from the start that night. My name is Scott, my wife is Beth. We've been married 30 years, now. We're in our early 60's (Beth a year younger). Kids are grown, moved out, having kids of their own. Being close to retirement, we've been looking at enjoying ourselves more like all the other baby boomers. One of the things on our bucket list was to try a nudist camp. Try it we did, which not only got Beth's seal of approval, but an urging to go back on a regular basis. "It's very freeing," she said. Well it certainly freed up her libido, so who was I to argue? We had been to Lost Lake Resort before. It was relatively close and the couples there made you feel like you were old friends. And we've found that discreetly, some can be more than friends, but that's another story (called The Pool Party). Although subtle, the men there certainly enjoyed the sights, and the women secretly enjoyed being the subject matter (not that they would admit to their own visual comparative analysis of the men's privates and whether we were showers or growers). But we were there to enjoy the sun, pool, hot tub, nature trails, and whatever the group had on their calendar for that weekend. After swimming naked for a bit, you wonder why you have to wear clothes to begin with. We also enjoy camping. A six man tent (I have claustrophobia) is something you can stand up in and breathe easy. A queen size air mattress for Beth's sake and wa-la! If Beth's happy, EVERYone's happy! So having camped at Lost Lake several times before, we found our usual semi-secluded spot where the road turned off from the main campground. In pitching the tent, we noticed some folks camping down below us several spaces. As it turned out, it was Sue and Chuck, a couple we had met before who enjoyed nudity and the same amenities we did. They had a more Southern accent than we were used to, but they were country folks, having an honest disposition, hard, lean bodies, and a simple outlook on life. A little younger than us, but not by much. Certainly not the grey we sported (well, Beth is more a blonde/gray). Chuck might have had another inch on me in the Johnson department, and Sue might have had a tad more heft in the socially acceptable fatty tissue department, but overall it seemed like a pretty good fit, in more ways than one. It was late afternoon, and you could almost hear the generator purr its low, rhythmic hum as we walked down to say 'hey', with me holding a jug of my homemade wine to smooth the introduction. "Hi!"s were exchanged, with the usual chat of who's been back to Lost Lake more often and how thing's 've been in the meantime. Since Sue and Chuck were sitting across from each other playing their game, I sat down next to Sue and Beth sat next to Chuck, with knowing smiles exchanged. I lifted the jug: "Homemade wine, anyone? It's spiced apple." Sue was already getting some mugs out with a "Sure, we'll try some!" So as I'm pouring into four mugs Sue mentions "We're playing a dice game. You interested?" I look at Beth and see approval in her eyes. "Well, it's kinda late if you want to try strip poker, but sure." So they explained Farkle to us, going around a couple times for practice. "Now the object is to get to 5,000 points, and to win, it has to be 5,000 even. You can't go over. When you go over, you get points deducted. Then you get another chance at getting an even 5,000 the next time you roll." So we learned as we played, and got better as we went along, chatting and laughing and enjoying the late afternoon sun. The homemade wine was going down easy. I don't think anyone noticed, though. "So did I tell you how bold Beth was coming here?" which got their attention as Chuck was rolling the dice. "Anxious to get her clothes off here, she takes her top off as soon as she gets in the car." Beth looks down, embarrassed for anyone to know about her exhibitionist streak. So Chuck asks "Well it doesn't count if no one sees you! Did anyone notice that lovely set? I didn't hear about any accidents on the radio." Beth has what I call million-dollar nipples since they're always erect, pointing out through whatever she wears, screaming to the world: "Suck me, please!" And I couldn't help but notice Chuck's eyes vacillating from Beth's eyes to her tits. Seems her nipples were not only speaking to him, but he was within earshot, and he seemed to be ready to do more than just chew on the thought . "As a matter of fact," I said, "there was one trucker nice enough to blow his horn in appreciation." "I was asleep, so it didn't count." Beth said. Then Sue puts her mug of wine down. Reaches over and grabs my tit, shaking it for all it was worth: "What you need to do is get your hands under 'em and shake 'em like this and make sure they notice them!" Which got everyone surprised and laughing at her action. "You mean like this?" as I reached over and did the same to Sue, only hers was firmer, rounder, smoother, and without the hair of my chest that she fondled after grabbing me. And damn if they weren't as comfortable as a baseball in the palm of your hand! -Maybe a little bigger. Her areola was medium-size, like Beth's, with only a nub of a nipple extending out, only more pointing down due to their size. It was the first breast other than Beth's that I had fondled in over 30 years, and I was enjoying every millisecond of it. Not letting go quickly, I let my thumb trace around the nipple several times to gauge the physical reaction. And although they hardened, they couldn't come to attention the way Beth's could. All the same, it was heaven just to play with something different. But everyone was laughing, whether it was my bold reaction to Sue playing with mine, or maybe the overwhelming graphics of watching a beautiful set of knockers being shaken about, or perhaps as a nervous response from the three to what was quickly becoming a sexually charged situation. Or a little bit of all that. But polite behavior at a nudist retreat doesn't allow such behavior, and the gentleman in me needed to recover from what could be a gauche situation. Or, the devil in me said, push the parameters a little further, just to see how far they would extend. "I'm sorry, Sue! It was wrong of me to take such liberties..." To which she replied "Oh, I don't know, I kinda liked that!" looking at Chuck. There was no disapproval on his face. Perhaps more a Where-you-going-with-this-one,-dear?-kinda look. "Chuck, I don't think it was right of me to do that." But before he could object, I continued, "Tell you what, to even things out, why don't you feel Beth's tits and see what you think of them." There. The cards were on the table. Next to the dice and a half empty jug of wine. He must've seen the twinkle in my eye, but being himself gentlemanly in return, turns to Beth and says looking deep into her brown eyes: "Do you mind?" "Uh, no, it's ok with me!" We all watch Chuck as he fondles Beth's closest tit, cupping it while he tweaked her nipple, then ran his fingers lightly all over her breast, circling the areola, then going back to lightly massaging her nipple. Beth closed her eyes to savor another man's hands on her. Her eyes opened again, looking deep into Chuck's. He leans further in to her to fondle her left breast, their faces gravitating towards each other. Sue and I watch in slow motion as their lips meet in a deep, passionate kiss, with Chuck lightly caressing Beth's tits all the while. And knowing Beth, her hand under the table was fondling his johnson, doing a tactile study of his length and circumference, slowly repeating the process, over and over, with an occasional dip further South to heft his ball sack and play with his testicles. I do know my Beth. When it comes to sex, she can be quite the opportunist. Perhaps it was her attentions that made Chuck kiss her all the more passionately, with me being less the wiser for her under the table dealings. It is not known if he succumbed to her ministrations, as I was soon distracted. Sue, impassioned by watching her husband with my wife, turned towards me, a big smile on her face, looking at my lips, wanting the taste. Who was I to say no? I don't think Sue minded me mirroring her husband's actions of tongues exploring new territory as hands wandered, feeling body parts. It was several minutes later when all of us came up for air. It was a collective "Whew!" Sue was the first to speak: "Wow! You know, we've never done anything like this, before, don't you?" "Should it matter?" I said. "And where do you want it to go tonight?" "Well, let's just let things happen, ok? Who's turn to roll the dice?" Sue said, still breathing heavily. "Now wait," I said, "Chuck had the chance to appreciate Beth's tits, but you haven't. Aren't you interested? Here, have you ever seen a nicer pair of nipples?" I put my hand on Sue's breast and pulled, motioning her to stand, meanwhile rubbing her nipple, making it harder. Then I pulled Sue's hand, making her stand, as I place her hand on my wife's breast. "Oh, they are nice! Have they been surgically altered?" as Sue's thumb and forefinger massages Beth's nipple, making it even harder and more erect. "Nope." Beth giggled. "They're just, well, they've always been like that." As Sue's hand examines Beth's other breast, they make eye contact. Before I knew what was happening, they lean in to each other and kissed, their eyeglasses clinking against each other, their tongues exploring, playing with each other, while their hands found and lightly, gently caressed and stroked each other's breasts. I look at Chuck. Chuck looks at me. And shrugs his shoulders. So we sit back and watch. And wait. Then an idea hits. I get up and go around the table, and grab one of Beth's tits: "Here, Chuck. You suck on one while I suck on the other" while the girls, leaning over the table, were hard at work inventing kissing like it's never been done before. It wasn't too long before we all heard Beth climaxing. How she could make those sounds without breaking a lip-lock is beyond me. Having my naughty fun, I went back to sit beside Sue, with Chuck fondling Beth's naked ass while we enjoyed the show. Several minutes later, Sue breaks off "Mmmmmm. I've never, never kissed a girl before. Never dreamed of it. But damn, girl, you know, you're a really good kisser!" and back they went for more oral exploration. They finally break off again "Tell you what, hun, why don't you come over here and sit next to me?" I felt like the party was turning a little exclusionary, but, if that's the way it was rolling, so be it: "Tell you what, why don't you two take it into the tent?" which must have reset some of Sue's parameters, as shaky as they were. "No. No, I don't think I'm ready for that." Sue said as Beth came around the picnic table, knelt down on her knees, and started kissing and licking Sue's clit. Seems Beth wanted to move a few of Sue's parameters herself. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Yesssss! Oh, hun!" Sue said as she leaned further back against me so Beth could get a more easy access to her nether region. Before I knew it, Sue had reached behind and got a firm hold of my hardened dick, stroking it in time as she bucked against Beth's tongue. Her bucking between us finally got to be too much for me, as I felt my balls scrunch up, ready to shoot a load, and it felt like with all that was happening, it felt like the floodgates were about to explode open. So I stand up, breaking the rhythm of Sue's climaxing. "I'm gonna cum. Who wants it?" Aiming my dick at Sue that's about to erupt from her ministrations. Her eyes glazed over, gasping for breath, I might as well have asked her what planet we were on. "Uh, uh, no." she said, still panting. I guess interrupting her climaxing didn't win me many votes. Beth looks up, her nose and mouth all shiny from Sue's juices, not even hearing the question, responds "Oh! Yummers!" and quickly takes me into her mouth, sliding down to the base of my dick as I erupt in full force. That's my girl! After several swallows, she licked me clean and stood up. It seems wine has a little trick up its alcoholic sleeve when you stand up. While it was off jumping up and down on the 'pleasure' button, it was also franticly pulling out the wiring for brain control systems such as 'cohesive thought,' 'maps to get home by,' or 'what the hell am I doing.' Occasionally the brain uses the 'sleep override' button to play Yana-yana-poo-poo to trump all the frenzied wire pulling. So as Beth and I stood there, weaving like the proverbial drunk sailors, I felt the need to make a quick, manly decision to find our bed before we both passed out where we were. "Uh, folks, I hate to spoil the party, but I think it best we find our tent before we fall over. I'm sorry, but this is imperative." Indeed the wine must have been having its effect, for processing that information took a minute or two. "Uh, yeah, ok." Chuck said. "I... certainly understand. It was certainly an interesting evening. I think we had too much, too. Maybe we can figure all this out in the morning?" "Yep." I said. "Right now, time is of the essence before I fall over. G'night!" So, ok. I was abrupt. I was also blitzed. So was everyone else. Or, to quote a famous line in 'The Magnificent Seven': "It's like a fellow I once knew in El Paso. One day, he just took all his clothes off and jumped in a mess of cactus. I asked him that same question, "Why?" He said, "It seemed to be a good idea at the time." So, we stumble homeward with an empty wine jug and several experiences for our brains to process, if they ever get the re-wiring job figured out. We hadn't collapsed on our air mattress more than a few minutes than when were both taken with a dazzling brilliant idea! But, no. Wait. Ideas don't hurt the eyes like that. It was a flashlight beam shining against the wall of our tent. "Hi, guys! Are you still awake?" It was Sue trying to find our tent flap. "Wrong end, Sue," (hmm, was that a Freudian double entendre?) "try the other end." So I help her through the flap, and as she's kicking off her tennis shoes, I take her glasses and put them in the tent pocket where they'd be safe. "We're glad to see you!" Beth and I said at the same time, which the three of us laughed at, perhaps to hide our nervousness. Hmm. And I thought the evening was over. Fool me! "Sorry about all that, but we had to get horizontal. I hope you understand." Beth said. Laughing, Sue said "Yeah, I sure do. That's why I thought I'd come get horizontal with y'all, if you don't mind." "Mind? Are you kidding? Here, take the middle so we can all snuggle together. By the way, where's Chuck?" I said making room for her. Glad we got the queen sized air mattress, that's for sure! "Oh, he's ok. He was falling asleep when I left. He said he might come along, but who knows?" she said, lying down towards me and giving me a knowing smile and a deep, wet kiss. Then she turned to Beth and did the same with her. "I can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this!" She kissed Beth again as I played with her tits. Then I kissed Sue. Then Beth. Then the three of us were all kissing each other at the same time, tasting and testing two other tongues simultaneously. Licking and lapping and sucking at each other's mouths like kids who just found a new erotic toy. Which brought more giggles. And a pause for air. Exploring the body of a female lying next to you in the dark is probably one of the greatest pleasures known to man. Double that if its unexplored territory. Then quadruple that if you also reach over a little further and get to feel the familiar female territory that you've known for the last 30 years. Differences. Similarities. And smooth skin and curves , breasts, nipples, thighs, and oh! What have we here? The girl shaves her pubes. And? Oh, yes! A clit, and an entrance to paradise. "Lord, Sue, you have such a small, tight pussy!" "Well, I've never had any kids." "Damn, and I thought Beth was tight!" Which reminded me that for that part of the female anatomy, translated from the Chinese was: "the gates of Heaven." And with me swinging on two heavenly gates, all I could think was "Well, how can it get any better than this?" knowing that for some reason, sometimes, all the cherries in the one armed bandit line up, and the manna from Heaven that one thinks one deserves is about to fall into one's hands... But the final cherry slipped past to the next notch. And we end up staring at the unexpected banana. "Knock, knock!" It seems the cool night air on a sleeping body sitting up at a picnic table was enough to bring Chuck back to planet Earth and to connect the dots of where his convenient sleeping partner and love of his life had wandered off to. "Chuck! Come in and find some room!" I said. Which PRESTO-CHANGO! Turned us all into drink-muddled mathematicians, all trying to solve the new dilemma: PROBLEM: One queen-sized air mattress comfortably fits three horizontal bodies, and three only, comfortably. There are four people in the tent. What is the solution to this problem? Me, the guy with all the answers, came up with two solutions. Solution One: Two bodies on one queen-size air mattress with two more on top of said two, all four happily screwing their brains out. Or, Solution Two: two bodies on one queen-size air mattress, with two other bodies down in Chuck and Sue's tent, with all four happily screwing their brains out. But there's always one in every crowd that has a different idea. Not bad, per se. Just different. "Ah, if it's all right with you, I'll just make myself at home down here." And, Chuck manages to find some space down in the corner of the tent, commencing to kneel. As he does so, Beth, being the gracious host, spreads her knees to make room for him, opening up the invitation. Chuck had other ideas. He gets his hands under her knees and pulls her towards him, sliding her half-way off the air mattress. And commences to kissing her thighs. Starting at the knees and going from one inner thigh to the other, working his way up to Beth's clit, where he parks his tongue to show off his expertise . Or is that expert tease? Beth was not the one to give a straight answer to that word play. But between the "Oh, yesss"'s and panting, and giggles, and more panting, I do believe the girl was not just on a roll of climaxes, but surfing on those waves of joy as only she could. With Beth climaxing on and on and on, all Sue and I could do was watch and feel the joy emanate from her. A Roll of the Dice "You know, Beth, he's willing to do anything you ask of him." Sue said. Beth was panting normally (is that possible?) while Chuck was still lapping at the gates of heaven, but allowing her to catch her breath. "Oh. Oh. Oh my. Yes. OK. Yes. That's good to know. Don't worry about me. I'm-I'm fine!" Beth said between pants. She reached over Sue, found my hand and kissed it. "I love you!" "I love you, too!" I said. "And I love you, Sue!" Which only encouraged our guest to respond to me with a passionate kiss. Sue's hand, which had been rubbing my chest and playing with my chest hair, slides down further, grasping my dick, which had somehow, magically, managed to get hard again. "Oh! I think I found my toy again!" And with one hand on my dick and the other hand on my back, pulls me on top of her, aiming my erection at a very juicy pussy, placing the head right at the entrance. My hand replaces hers, and I start to push. As she lifts her legs up to get a better angle for me to enter her, I get my hands behind her knees and push them back, almost to her ears. She sucks her breath in as I do that, and with a little grunt from her, I slide slowly in. Warm. No, hot! Steaming! Wet, oh so wet! And tight! Good Lord, yes! Past the Pearly Gates and sinking in a quicksand of sensations never dreamed of! Does bliss always make your eyes roll back in your head a bit? So I wrapped my arms around her legs, lifting them over my shoulders, and slowly stroked in and out with the rhythm of the waves pounding the shore. Since we had both shaved our groins for appearance' sake, feeling each other's skin when my dick ground against her when I sank it home sent us both into ecstasy. Since my dick's only a little over six inches, I pistoned slowly in and out to maximize both of us feeling every millimeter of newly discovered territory with each other. As I let go of her legs, she repositions them and wraps them around my back, forcing me deeper into her with her heels and bucking her pelvis up to meet my mine to match my rhythm. Which, all of a sudden, seemed to have a backbeat to it. Now an air mattress is kinda like a waterbed. And we were both pulled out of reverie by Chuck and Sue doing a nice imitation of our movements. Until Beth decided to lock her left foot against the inside of Sue's right foot. Then Sue grabbed Beth's hand and interlocked fingers, looking into each other's eyes as both Chuck and I continued sharing the joy of each other's spouse. The energy, needless to say, amped up even more. With the connection between the girls, you could feel it course through all our bodies. The pulse of shared flesh throbbed through us all in rhythmic ecstasy. As the connection broke when the girls pulled their knees back in unison to allow for deeper thrusts, each couple drifted into themselves and the new sensations of experiencing sex with someone new, someone different. Beth and Chuck paused to switch to doggie style. From the dim light of the moon we could even see Chuck's dick before he slammed it back home, holding Beth by her hips. The tent was silent except for grunts, heavy panting, and the steady slap, slap, slap! from the pounding of Chuck's shaved pubic mound and balls banging into the bottom of Beth's ass, and as my hairless balls slapped against Sue's hairless lips and mons. The tent was laden with the smell of sex and sweat. The sounds and smells were an aphrodisiac that only increased our lust. "Oh, YESSS! Give it to me!" "Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh!" "Ohhhhhhh, yeah!" and "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!" was heard. It was unsure who was saying what at that point. Beth has an unmistakable moan when she orgasms. And it goes on and on. And on. Which got the rest of us going. Sue and I picked up our pace to the point we were jackhammering each other. "Oh! Oh! Oh, yessss!" Sue cries out, bucking against me. "Uh, uh, uh, here it comes!" as I thrust hard against her pelvis, spewing enough hot seed that I know she had to have felt it pulsing into her. As I collapse and roll off her, we kiss again. Then Sue gets up and stands behind Chuck. Chuck is still slowly going in and out of Beth's wet pussy, driving himself against her ass as she's bent over and driving Beth wild with desire as he slowly lays the pipe to her. As Chuck's fucking my wife, Sue cups her hand on his ass, rubbing it ever so lightly and says "Come on, Babe, give it up for her! You know she wants to feel your hot cum in her! Now come on, give it up! Do her! Do her! Do her!" Which gets Chuck back into a faster rhythm, driving himself against Beth's fine round ass. Slap, slap, slap, slap! And soon bucks into her with mutual "Ahhhh's" and "Uhhhhh's" to know that they both got off at the same time. There's soft moonlight in the tent, and with our eyes adjusted to the dark, we can softly see each other and the gratified expressions on faces. Sue pats and rubs her husband's ass and comes back over to me to lie down with. I can see our juices on her thighs as she kneels before lying down and putting her arms around me. Chuck's penis, shrunken now, has fallen out of Beth's cunt. Beth lies down, with Chuck following. With two couples hugging tightly, it's a tight fit on the air mattress, but it works. I guess I wasn't the only one to close my eyes and nod off. It must've been somewhat later, for when I next open them the moonlight was absent. Chuck was getting off the air mattress and pulling Sue up to him. "Folks, I can't thank you enough for an unforgettable evening, but I think it'd be easier for all if Sue and I slept in our own tent." I find Sue's glasses as she groggily gets her tennis shoes back on and finds her flashlight. We all kiss and say goodnight, as new friends closer than new friends could ever be. I zip the tent flap back up and crawl back over to Beth. As we're cuddling in each other's arms, she says "You know, we're gonna haveta get us some dice when we get home."