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I Want To See

By: ozzietwo



We snuggled together, Joni and I, having just had wonderful, warm and loving sex together after a week of my being on the road. It felt so good to hold her again, feel her body against mine, caress each other gently as we rested. She lay half on top of me, and partway down my body. Her leg was draped over me, her cunt pressed gently against my leg. Her hand oscillated between stroking my chest and playing with my cock and balls. Her head lay on my chest, her 36C boobs pressing against me as we chatted, and simply enjoyed each other.

We talked about my week and hers, sharing our experiences, talking through questions and issues that had arisen for each of us, her in her final year of university, me in a sales job that took me across a large territory each week.

At one point I commented that it would be nice when her good friend Jessie had a boyfriend to spend time with. Like Joni, Jessie was very attractive, and a lovely personality, the kind of girl I thought most guys would give their eye-teeth to get to know more fully. Yet while she had friends of both sexes, she never seemed to have a date.

Joni said "Ah, she's such a prude." She paused, then went on. "She's not, really, but she just doesn't let go. Frankly, I'd love to see her get fucked!"

This sudden explosion of expression surprised me. We had come a long way in the way we talked about sex, having both come from very conservative families where sex simply wasn't discussed. Ours had been a very tentative journey at first, barely allowing ourselves to use sexual language, both out of embarrassment and out of fear that we would lose the other if we did. Fortunately the latter hadn't happened, we had got over the former, and now we talked easily, used very graphic terminology very comfortably with each other.

I looked at her and grinned. "Now," I said, "there's a question. You say you would like to see her get fucked. Do you mean you want her to get fucked, or do you mean you want to SEE her get fucked?"

She slapped me lightly, laughed, and said "No, of course I'm not interested in seeing her get fucked. What do you think I am, a pervert? But I do think that her getting fucked would be the best thing that could happen to her."

"Okay," I said, "so how do you propose you're going to make that happen?"

"I haven't a clue" she said. "I doubt I could make it happen. But I still think it's a lovely thought!" She stroked my cock, noticed it was beginning to rise after its slumber. "And I think someone else thinks it's a lovely thought, too! Well, I think I'll just have to get your mind on other thoughts."

And with that she rolled herself completely onto me, pulled herself up until her nipples were at my mouth. I rolled them around my tongue, then sucked hungrily at her boobs before she reached down, raised my cock a bit, and slid herself down onto it. With that, she began to ride me, slowly at first, then harder and harder. She straightened, sat up, and began pounding herself down onto me, drawing my cock into her cunt further with every downward thrust. I began to respond in kind, holding her hips, and ramming my cock up into her. At one point I reached up, took hold of her boobs, squeezed her nipples between my fingers, and pulled. She moaned, her back arched, and she cried out as an orgasm tore through her. Her cunt spasmed, gripped my cock as in a vice, and in a moment I, too, exploded, filling her as I emptied myself.

We collapsed together again, satiated, and drifted off to sleep. The next morning, we awoke, showered together, dressed, then headed our separate ways until my return the next week. I was a happy man, and she a happy woman.

On the Thursday evening, I received a text message from her. "Get a good night's sleep. You're going to need to be rested when you get home." I sent a text back asking what was going on, but she didn't answer. Oh well, I'd find out soon enough.

When I arrived home the next evening, I walked into her apartment, to find her in her housecoat. She wrapped me in her arms, kissing me passionately. Her housecoat fell open revealing her beautiful naked body underneath. Before I had a chance to do more than drop my travel bag, she pushed me down on the carpeted floor, ripped off my clothes, and mounted me. She rode me, hard, panting and gasping, ramming herself down on me. I responded in kind, rolling her over and pounding her cunt. Her legs wrapped around me, opening, closing, gripping, heels kicking my arse, pushing me deeper into her. She was like a woman possessed, and it was wonderful! We ravished each other, holding, kissing, squeezing, fucking, fucking, fucking, until we exploded together, then collapsed, almost in tears from the exertion and emotion.

After a few quiet minutes, I said "Wow!"

"Uh huh," she said, then "Wow indeed."

I lay quietly for a moment, then "I loved it, but what brought that on?"

She was silent for a minute or so. Then she said "You know how you asked whether I wanted to get Jessie fucked, or whether I wanted to see her get fucked?"

I said "Yes, of course I remember. You slapped me and said you weren't a pervert."

"That's right" she said. "And you deserved it." She stopped again, then went on. "But you know, your question got me thinking about it. And I realized I really did want to SEE her get fucked! And the thought of it turned me on. And the more I thought about it, the more turned on I got. And that's when you walked in."

"Okay," I said. "Fair enough. And it was very nice. But as for watching Jessie get fucked... How? And why?" This didn't fit with the woman I knew. There wasn't a vindictive bone in her body, and yet here she was, wanting to watch her friend get fucked. What was going on?

"I don't know the how," she said. "And I doubt I could ever make it happen. But I know the why." She went on.

"It's not that I have anything against Jessie. You know that. It's more that I want to see what it's like to have sex. I want to see what happens, with a woman's body, and a man's. I want to be able to watch it as it happens."

I said "Okay, but even if you can't figure out a way to make it happen, you must have some idea of who would be involved, in order to even imagine what it would be like."

"I do," she said. "And it may surprise you. I thought I would want you to be the one to fuck her the first time."

"Me!?" I exclaimed. "What the fuck?" 

"Precisely," she said. "It's the fuck."

She went on. "Something like that is very personal. I wouldn't want Jessie to be fucked by some nameless, faceless person. And I wouldn't want anyone else to know. I know I can trust you to be definite but gentle with her, making sure it's good for her. And I know that not one of us would ever tell a soul about what happened, so the secret would be safe."

"Besides," she continued with a grin, "while I would love to see the look on her face the first she time has a hard cock slide into her cunt, I know I would LOVE to see the look on your face when that cock is yours, and you're feeling yourself slide into a hot, tight virgin cunt."

Then "Oh!" she said, "I think someone else likes the idea too!" Looking lustfully at my erect cock, she said "Down boy! We're not done yet."

"I know you would be gentle with her, even while you're very deliberately taking her for the first time. And I want to see what that looks like."

She continued, memories floating over her face. "I remember the first time you fucked me. I was scared, and I asked you to please be gentle. And you were, sliding in ever so slowly instead of just ramming me." She paused, grinned. "Ramming me was something you did later! And God, it was good!"

"Yes," I said. "I remember. Your mouth pursed as I began to slide into you. You rolled your head from side to side, saying 'Oh God, the pressure!' You were breathing in short, sharp breaths, taking in very small amounts of air at a time, holding, then releasing."

Joni said "At one point, you were into me to your balls, and you stopped. I had never felt anything like that. Slowly the pressure subsided, as my cunt began to adjust to your cock. And that's when you started."

"What to you mean, started?" I asked, confused.

"You began, ever so slowly, to fuck me, sliding just the smallest amount in and out. You were letting me get used to it. Then I found that my hips were beginning to have a mind of their own. I was going to lie there and relax, will the sex to end. But then my body decided otherwise."

She went on: "My hips began to move, slowly and in short strokes at first, then longer and faster. My hips were beginning to reach for you, trying not to let you escape."

"I wasn't trying to escape," I said. "Far from it. But when your hips started to move, matching my movements, I lost it. I started slowly and gently, but then I began fucking faster and harder, until I was just ramming you."

"I know," you said. "Suddenly you were pounding me, and I was loving it. I just wanted it to go on and on. It was wonderful."

She paused. "And THAT is what I want for Jessie. So, I suggest we put our heads together and see if we can come up with a plan to save Jessie from men who would take advantage of here."

"Okay," I said, "but where does the 'see' come in?"

"I want to see it all happen," she said. "I don't have a clue how to get her from fully dressed to being fucked by you while I watch. I likely can't make it happen - but my God I would if I could! I just know I want to see every detail, every action and reaction."

"Okay," I said. "So describe it to me."

"Well," she said, "I want to see her lying there, looking at you, maybe more than a bit nervous, but wanting to go ahead. And I want to see you begin to touch her, kiss her, take her nipples between your lips, suck her boobs. I remember the first time you did that to me. It still sends shivers of delight through my body when I think of it! Not too hard. Not as hard as you do now (time enough for that wonderful feeling later). Gentle, but definite." She stopped for a moment. "She has gorgeous tits, by the way!"

Joni was far freer in her use of words than I was. She was the first to use the word "cunt" when I was still saying "vagina." She seemed to enjoy the vulgarity, though she was never a vulgar person.

"I'm not blind," I said.

She laughed, gave me a little punch, and said "Ah, you'd love to take both of us at the same time, wouldn't you? Well, that's not going to happen, because then I wouldn't be able to watch, and that's what I really want at this point." She paused for effect. "Maybe later!" Then she grinned.

"I want to watch your cock get big and hard. And I want to watch it approach her cunt, open it, and slide in, slowly, just like you did to me. I want to watch your back and leg muscles controlling the movement, sliding your cock in gently, reading her body for any negative response. Not that I think you will get one!"

"And then, when you're all the way in, with your balls against her arse, I want to watch her as her body adjusts to your cock inside her. Then I want to see you begin to move, beginning to fuck her ever so slowly as you wait for her body to respond."

She continued, as though there was a video playing in her mind and she was sharing the story with me. "I want to see her hips begin to move in response, slowly at first, then building, short movements first, then bigger and bigger until her hips are rotating, reaching up for you. And, of course, by that time you'll be giving her long strokes, your cock sliding in and out, in and out, your balls beginning to slap against her arse as you bottom out with each stroke. God, I want to see that!"

"I want to see you raise up on your outstretched arms, using your hips now to ram yourself into her cunt, pounding her. I want to hear her begin to moan (or whatever other sounds she might make – I wonder if she will be loud on her first fuck), to see her body begin to thrash around. I want to see whether she keeps her feet on the bed, or wraps her legs around you, or throws them up in the air. I want to watch her tits bounce as you pound her. I want to see her explode in orgasm. And I do hope it's a real explosion, not just a little tremor. I want her to have the very best. And I hope you can keep going before you cum, as I want her to have one orgasm after another. There's nothing more wonderful than that multi-orgasmic, totally fucked feeling you give me."

I sat and listened in awe. It was at once raunchy as could be, and totally beautiful. There was no voyeurism, no animosity, no "I'll give you what for!" It was a genuine desire to employ other senses in taking in the whole wonderful experience of sex, as well as a desire for her friend to have what she herself found so pleasurable and satisfying.

"Oh yes, there's one more thing," she said. I couldn't imagine what would come beyond that.

"Once you've come, and you've had a little rest, I'm happy to help her get you up again. Then, do me a favour."

"Name it," I said, intrigued.

"Flip her over, lift up her hips so she's on her elbows and knees, and fuck her from behind."

"Sure" I said, "with pleasure. But why?"

"I want to hear her puff and gasp as you pound the air out of her lungs. I want to see her tits swing each time you ram her. And I want to watch when you reach down and around, take hold of her tits, and use them to pull her cunt back onto your cock. Finally, I want to see how her body reacts in that position. Does her back arch? Does she curl up? Does she want her hair pulled? What happens when she cums? I want to see it all, hear it all!"

"Well love," I said, "if you can ever get her to the point where she wants to do any or all of that, I'll of course be glad to help. For now, though," I continued "this fellow here has been standing guard long enough. I think it's time he gets some exercise. Spread your legs, because I'm going to begin with something you haven't mentioned yet. I'm going to eat at the Y."

And with that, I went down on her, began to lick. Finding that her clit was beautifully, powerfully extended, I wrapped my lips around it, and sucked, hard. "Oh!" she cried, throwing her legs in the air. At the same time, she came, the first of many more that evening.

Will I ever get to fuck her friend? That would undoubtedly be wonderful, but I don't see it happening. And I don't need to. I have the most wonderful, sexually liberated woman in the world, who loves me, and loves all we do to, with and for each other. And there's nothing wrong with that!

I Want To See



"What? Again?" Sandra's comment was more of an exclamation than a question.

I smiled and shrugged. The woman kneeling at my feet in the bubbling water of the rooftop hot tub didn't stop what she was doing. She kept right on giving me the blowjob that she'd started a few minutes before.

It was the middle of our week-long vacation at the Caribbean, adults-only, clothing optional resort that my wife Sandra and I had been to several times before. The resort was a playground for couples that allowed open sexual behavior among the guests. An oversized hot tub, lots of booze, crowds of naked, open-minded partiers, and resort policies that encouraged public sex made the rooftop Jacuzzi lounge where we were, a place where there was a lot of public sexual activity.

The first time my wife Sandra and I went there we'd gone to relax, have fun, and explore our personal sexual boundaries. Although the resort catered to swingers, we just enjoyed the sensuous atmosphere and really liked the friendly party vibe of the place. We met and became friends with many people who were "lifestylers" (aka swingers) but didn't sexually engaged with them. Over subsequent trips to the resort our boundaries expanded and we became progressively more comfortable being physical with others. Chaste kisses and quick hugs on our first trip had grown into brazen body shots on the bar top, and not too subtle public handjobs by our second one. On our last trip, I'd wound up the unexpected recipient of a spontaneous two-on-one blowjob in the Jacuzzi, and Sandra discovered she enjoyed watching. 

Our boundary pushing hadn't ended with that event. By the time that third trip ended, Sandra and I had shared a very private and extremely intense, and erotic evening with another couple that we'd become friends with. That night had been our first and only true lifestyle experience. Everything that happened in the open at the Jacuzzi was more casual play and not at all intimate amid the naked crowd that was always standing around. The bodyshots, breast licking, quickie handjobs, and even the blowjob like I was getting, were fun and playful. However, they did not carry the intense sexual energy that Sandra and I enjoyed with each other, or that we had shared with our friends that one night. And they most certainly did not end with any kind of climax.

The attention I was enjoying that evening began after a conversation about the double blowjob I'd gotten the year before. I hadn't started the conversation, but when Jada, who had "serviced" me the prior year, asked if I remembered it, I enthusiastically answered yes.

"I certainly remember that beautiful cock of yours," Jada said. "You don't mind if I get another taste of it do you?"

"Well if you insist," I quipped back.

Sandra was standing next to me in the water talking to another couple, and Jada touched her on the shoulder and motioned toward me. "Okay with you hon?" Protocol at the resort was to ask a partner's permission before engaging with their spouse.

"Sure," Sandra answered then turned back to the conversation she'd been having.

Jada lost no time and lavished her substantial oral skills on me, burying my rod deep into her mouth and making me squirm in pleasure. After a few minutes she paused and looked me in the eye as I caught my breath. "You really do have a beautiful cock."

"Hey. Don't hog it for yourself," Elaine's voice penetrated the hot tub noise as she wedged her way through the crowd and stepped in front of me. She had been the other half of my previous double blowjob. Without pausing or asking, she wrapped her hands around my pole and took up where Jada had left off, thereby recreating the events of the prior year.

Elaine repeatedly bobbed her head up and down on my rod. The tip of my rigid member rubbed across the bumpy roof of her mouth and slid against the smooth back of her throat as she practically swallowed me. It was a repeat performance of the deep throat experience she'd given me before.

"If it's so good, you need to share," another voice broke through the sound of the crowd and my pulse pounding in my ears. Rachel, a buxom and very vivacious red head appeared next to Elaine as she elbowed her out of the way and went down on me. Before long, several other women noticed what was happening and approached.

I was standing on my tiptoes trying to get myself as high above the water as possible. I didn't imagine that any of the women wanted to get the water from that Jacuzzi in her mouth. "It isn't going to work like this," Sandra said as she broke off her conversation and came over to the group gathering in front of me. With her typical take-charge demeanor she pointed to me and said, "Sit up on the edge of the hot tub, that way you're not going to fall and nobody has to get a mouthful of water along with your dick."

I never argue with my beautiful wife, so I did what she said and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi. For the next few minutes a parade of women, some I knew, and others that I didn't, took turns sucking on my cock as the crowd looked on. One after the other used a variety of different oral techniques on me, some good and others less so, none unpleasant. I have no idea how long it lasted, but as far as I was concerned, it ended too quickly. 

When it was all over, David, one of our friends who had been looking on from about three feet away , said to my wife, "And you're okay with all that?" It was both a question and a challenge.

Sandra, who is blonde, five foot two inches tall with an athletic build, 34 DD breasts, fiery eyes and who not afraid of anyone or anything, turned to him and said, "Yeah, like you'd have a problem getting blowjobs like that!"

David just raised his eyebrows. "I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no."

Sandra turned to, David's wife, "May I?" she asked and got a nod yes in reply.

In a flash Sandra dropped her head onto David's flaccid cock and began sucking furiously. At the same time she wrapped her hands around him and began stroking, adding a two-fisted handjob to the blowjob she was performing. 

David gasped and almost dropped the drink he was holding. For a second his knees went weak as my wife demonstrated her substantial oral talents bringing him rapidly to a full and rather impressive erection. By the time she stopped, David was breathing hard and holding on to the side of the hot tub for support. His cock stood up tall above the water.

"So," Sandra said as she stood up and wiped the salvia off of her chin. "Did you have any problem with that?"

David was still recovering, but managed to pant "Uh, no. Not at all."

"Good," Sandra declared. "I didn't think you would." 

My wife turned to look at me. Her eyes danced with light and laughter, but were filled with a silent, unspoken question, "Did you have any problem with that?"

Even though we'd talked about our sexual limits with each other in this special place, and the year before we'd gone much farther with another couple, neither of us had ever done anything quite ike that before; given sexual favors to someone else while the other just looked on. Sure I'd been on the receiving end, but I hadn't initiated sexual contact like Sandra just had. 

"Do I have a problem with that?" I asked myself. The answer came to me very quickly. "No!" It was amazing watching my wife. Unlike when we make love, and unlike when she and I had our foursome, watching Sandra in the hot tub from afar I was completely undistracted and could see her every move and the reactions she was getting from David. It did not stir up jealously or any other negative emotions as I watched her enjoy giving the blowjob as much as he was enjoying getting it. It was a new and erotic window into her sexuality. It was hot!

I nodded my approval to my wife.

"Hey. Don't I get a turn?" I heard. Adrianna was the female member of the private foursome that Sandra and I experienced the prior year. She had just arrived at the hot tub and had obviously seen at least a part of the oral action. She jumped into the water and headed directly for me. After giving me a quick kiss hello, she immediately grabbed my deflated cock, stroked me a few times, then dropped her mouth onto me. Since she, her husband, Sandra and I had shared far more intense intimacy, she obviously felt free to bypass resort custom.

Unlike the blowjobs I'd just gotten, Adrianna's was much more intense and I was instantly transported back to the passionate experience of the four-way we'd had with her and her husband. She quickly brought me to a full, and aching hardon.

"Mmm, I absolutely love your cock," Adrianna exclaimed as she took her mouth off me and stood up.

"What? Again?" Sandra said looking over at me as Adrianna finished. "What is it with you anyway?" she teased. "You have a super cock or something?"

Adrianna laughed and leaned over to kiss Sandra. They exchanged hellos as two women who are friends and who have shared intimacies, do. The whole time, Adrianna never let go of my still rigid erection.

"I really mean it," Sandra finally said. "What is it about his cock that makes all these women want to suck on it? Every time we come up here he winds up getting at least one blowjob. It's not like there aren't plenty of other dicks around."

"I don't know," Adrianna replied. "Maybe we should find out, run a comparison test on his and some others."

"Excellent idea," Sandra said. "We need a good blowjob buffet; a couple of hard cocks and willing mouths so we can compare dicks."

"When do you want to do it?" Adrianna asked.

"No time like the present," Sandra said. "I'm sure that we can find plenty of willing volunteers."

As the sun finished setting and twilight settled over the hot tub, Sandra and Adrianna corralled five other guys to the edge of the hot tub and enough woman to kneel in front of them. "David has a watch and is our official timer," she said to the group. "Each of you has one minute to give a BJ to the guy in front of you. When David calls time, rotate to the next guy in line."

"Which direction are we going?" one woman asked.

"To your left," Adrianna said. "After everyone has had a turn, we'll vote for our favorite cock."

"What about our favorite blowjob?" I asked waving to the guys sitting next to me.

"We don't care about that," Sandra and Adrianna said in unison and laughed. 

I looked at a Matt who was sitting to my right and shrugged, "I guess that's that." He chuckled.

"All set girls?" Sandra called out as she knelt in front of Steve at far end of the line. 

Adrianna positioned herself in front of a guy to my left. "Let's go," she said and reached for his semi-erect penis.

For the next several minutes (I wasn't able to keep accurate track of the time with all the loud music and the oral distraction) I enjoyed one great BJ after another as did the five other guys. When it ended, a woman named Denise was on her knees in front of me and Sandra was buried in Matt's crotch. It was an opportune arrangement because Denise was Matt's wife.

Matt, Denise, Sandra and I had met the first day of this trip. They were our same age (approximately 50) had grown kids and were physically active; all like us. They had been to this resort, and others like it, many more times than we had, but said that they did not consider themselves swingers. Like us, they enjoyed the highly charged erotic atmosphere, and what it did for their sex lives. Also like us, they had explored the edges of their sexual boundaries, but had only had one or two swinger experiences in all the years that they'd been going to the resort. We formed a tight connection with them very quickly and considered them good friends despite the short time we'd known them.

"Well that was something else," I said as the "buffet" that Sandra and Adrianna had organized wound down. It was just the four of us left on the edge of the Jacuzzi, Denise, Matt, Sandra, and me. Everyone else had drifted off.

"We never got to vote," Sandra said disappointedly.

"Well I know which one's my favorite," Denise said.

We all looked at her waiting to hear her pronouncement.

"Matt is my personal favorite, but I gotta say this dick here," she gripped my cock and wiggled in back and forth, "is pretty great."

I smiled a big self-satisfied grin.

"It's got a great shape and all, but what I like best is the way he responds so well," Denise continued. "If I do this," she rubbed her thumb along the sensitive underside and made me inhale sharply. "Or if I do this," she ran her fingers over the top edge of my penis causing me to groan quietly. "He responds perfectly. I can feel him tense, or hear him gasp or groan. I can play his cock like an instrument."

It was Sandra's turn to nod in agreement. She could do everything that Denise was describing with her mouth, her hands or any part of her body; make me squirm, moan, and writhe. She enjoyed wielding that power and showering me with pleasure. I enjoyed receiving it.

"Don't get me wrong," Denise went on. "I really love Matt's cock. It is and will always be my favorite. But this one," she pumped my hardon, "it's a lot of fun to play with."

I looked over at Sandra and saw that she was beaming, like she was the proud owner of a prize stallion. 

"Matt, he' s like an old pair of shoes that fit and feel perfect every time," Denise went on.

"So I'm a pair of worn out shoes and he's a Les Paul guitar?" Matt said faking a hurt tone.

"Sweetie, you are my favorite, you fit me perfectly and yours is the one that I always want with me," Denise leaned over and kissed Matt deeply. "This one," she grasped my still hard cock, "it's like a shiny new toy."

"So what's it like when he cums?" Denise asked turning to Sandra. She casually stroked me.

"It all depends on how long it's been," Sandra answered. "Sometimes he shoots like a fire hose. It just blasts against the back of my throat. Other times, especially if we've been having a lot of sex, or he's less excited, it's not as forceful."

"Don't you just love that?" Denise asked. It was more of a declaration than a question. "And the way it feels, his hot cum sliding down your throat all warm and slippery."

Sandra hesitated before answering. "I don't really swallow."

Denise looked shocked. "But why?"

"I don't know," Sandra began. "No reason. I just don't"

"But it's all protein and that's gotta be healthy for you," Denise said smiling. "I just love the way Matt explodes in my mouth, all hot and wet, salty and he tastes like whatever he's been drinking. I don't want to waste a drop of it."

"No way," Sandra exclaimed.

"Really. I love feeling him pour his load into my mouth," Denise answered.

"No. I mean that he tasted like whatever he's been drinking.," Sandra replied.

"It's true," Denise responded. "Like tonight, I'm sure he'll taste like margaritas. He's been drinking them all day. I like it when he sticks to one drink, that way the flavor will be more intense."

"That's amazing," Sandra said. She turned to me. "It would be great if you could do that too."

I shrugged.

"You should try it sometime," Denise said. I wasn't sure exactly what she meant .

A strange look flashed across my wife's face. It disappeared as quickly as it surfaced. After a moment she changed the subject and said, "There's only one thing that I don't like about blowjobs."

I was a bit shocked that she'd said that. Sandra had often told me how much she enjoyed both giving and receiving oral sex. "Do tell," I said.

She looked at me, "It's that I can never see your reactions to what I'm doing. I'm plastered against your groin and even if I look up, I can't really see your expressions or really tell the effect that I'm having on you."

"Well I can tell you that it's quite an effect," I began. 

Denise interrupted me. "I know exactly what you mean. When I'm going down on Matt the only thing I can see is his pubes."

"And like you can't tell what you're doing to me," he said sarcastically.

"Oh I can get a pretty good idea," Denise answered. "But I can't see your face or get a good look at how your body is reacting." She sighed heavily. "I love the way you cum, but I never get to really see you do it. That would be amazing."

"Yes it would be," Sandra said with a tone of longing in her voice.

The next few minutes passed by without anyone saying a word. The cool evening air settled over us. After a long, quiet pause Denise and Sandra turned to each other. In the mysterious way that only women posses, they silently communicated and reached some unspoken agreement. Sandra looked up at me. Fire burned in her eyes and silent questions passed between us. It was a mix of "Do you trust me?", "Are you okay?","I really want to," and "Should we?" 

Sandra and I had been together for a long time. We'd both experienced our own personal and shared tumultuous pasts, filled with pain and angst as well as unspeakable joy and happiness. In each other we'd discovered absolute trust and love. There was nothing that I wouldn't do with or for my beloved. And I knew that she felt the same way. My silent answer to her soundless questions was yes.

Sandra turned to Denise. "So who's room is closer, yours or ours?"

Denise smiled and sighed obviously happy. "We're just over there." She pointed to the building adjacent to the roof-top Jacuzzi.

"We're over by the beach," Sandra said indicating a building in the distance. "So your place then?"

"Sounds good to me," Denise replied. 

Sandra stood up at the same time that Denise did and reached for my hand. "Let's go," she said

I had an idea of what was about to happen, but I wasn't one hundred percent sure. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"I want to see and Denise does too, don't you?" Sandra said as she stepped out of the hot tub pulling me with her.

"Absolutely," Denise answered as she led Matt toward the lounge chairs where we had all left our clothes and towels piled up. "I can't wait to see your face," she said to her husband.

My heart skipped a beat as Denise confirmed my suspicions about what the girls had just planned. "What about us?" I asked as I gathered up my clothes. "We want to see too, don't we Matt?"

"Absolutely," he said imitating his wife.

Sandra and Denise looked at each other. "Sure, why not," they said unison.

We didn't bother getting dressed. Each of us had our arms full of clothes and towels as we headed down the stairs drip drying. The girls led the way as they walked side by side in front of Matt and me. I couldn't hear everything they were talking about, but I did hear Sandra ask, "Really? Like margaritas?"

Denise nodded.

"That should be interesting," Sandra smiled.

We got to the door of Denise and Matt's room a moment later, and crowded close to each other in the narrow entryway. Denise fished for the room key amid the heap of cloths she was clutching. She bent over as she nearly dropped them and her naked butt pushed back into me. The feel of her taut, warm skin on mine had the expected effect. My cock stirred and twitched against her.

Denise looked over her shoulder, still bent over as she dug for the key, and smiled at me.

The hungry look in her eye made more blood flow into my cock.

She swayed her butt back and forth deliberately rubbing herself on my growing hardon.

"Bad girl. You are such a tease," I said.

"You have no idea," she said, then added with a smile, "it's what I do best." She found the card key and inserted it into the slot, unlocking the door. "Maybe you need to spank this bad girl." She threw the door open and stepped inside.

Their room was very much like ours. A king-sized bed dominated the marble-floored room. A large, abstract erotic painting hung over the headboard. Off to one side was a small love seat and an adjacent coffee table. The bed was covered with rose petals and there was a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket next to four slender glasses. I looked at the bed and the wine setup and turned to our friends with raised eyebrows. 




I Want To See



"We were hoping that you two might come over tonight," Denise said. "We didn't really plan anything, but we kind of hoped." She hooked her arm into Matt's and smiled.

"That's very flattering," Sandra began.

"We think you guys are really cool," Denise interrupted in a rush. "It's been great hanging out with you. We've had so much fun. And we think you're both really hot. Matt and I have talked a lot about you two and that's led to some amazing sex. And what just happened at the hot tub. Well that was pretty incredible." Denise took a breath and looked at Matt before turning back to Sandra and me. "We don't want to pressure you or anything ..." Denise didn't finish.

"Hey. No pressure at all," Sandra said breaking in. "We really like you both too and we've also talked a lot about you guys. We feel really connected and unbelievably comfortable with you." She smiled then stepped forward and hugged Denise. "Besides I want to see, just like we talked about."

Denise and Matt both grinned and the brief moment of tension that had been there was transformed into an air of electric excitement.

"And I haven't had a margarita in days," Sandra said with a huge grin.

"Now who's being a bad girl?" Denise said. "I thought that was my job." She wriggled partially out of Sandra's arms and reached out to me wrapping her hand around my semi-soft cock. "How bad do I have to be to get a spanking?"

Her tone was so seductive and her hand felt so good that I responded immediately and began to stiffen in her grip. She stroked me. "Oooh. I've been that bad?" she asked as she brought me quickly to full mast. "Well then, you better give me what I deserve." 

Denise tugged me toward her as she turned to kneel on the bed. "You can give me what I need, can't you?" She crawled to the center of the large bed on all fours and turned her butt to me as she continued her erotic tease. 

My heart was pounding. Denise swayed her tight, athletic rear back and forth in front of me, inviting, begging, demanding my attention. She looked over her shoulder at me and licked her lips. Her eyes were on fire and her lusty passion radiated out of her.

"Come on big man, give me what I deserve." It was as much a command as an invitation. 

I looked at my wife and saw her subtly nod her head. Matt was just grinned, obviously having been similarly lured by his wife. I climbed onto the bed behind Denise.

"Give it to me!" Denise demanded. She arched her back and thrust her smooth butt higher in the air.

I swatted her right cheek with my hand. 

"Oooh," Denise purred. "That's nice, but I thought that I was badder than that. Show me what you really have for me." 

I raised my hand high and once more looked over at the man I called a friend. He nodded at me. I brought my hand down and hit her hard on her butt cheek. The sound of my palm striking her flesh practically echoed in the room and I felt a sting on my hand as a crimson blush spread outward from where I'd hit her.

Denise gasped at the force of my blow. Then she moaned a low throaty sound. "Oooooooh!" She panted, "Yessss! I've been a bad girl." She dropped her head onto the bed and arched her back more, her butt rose even higher in the air. "Don't stop taking care of your bad girl."

For the next few minutes I forcefully spanked Denise trying my best to deliver what she so clearly wanted. With each slap, the flesh on her rear reddened and a corresponding blush of passion spread over the rest of her body. Each smack obviously propelled her to higher and higher levels of excitement as she urged me on, demanding that I keep striking her. At last I stopped, partially because I thought that I'd done enough, and partially because my hand ached from the repeated blows. I gazed at the hot red skin of her tight butt . 

Denise was panting, excited and obviously turned on. The smell of her lust radiated out from between her legs.

I gently brushed my fingers tips over her ravaged skin and fine goose bumps rose up under my touch.

Denise groaned in pleasure 

I touched her again, the same way.

She groaned even louder. It was an animal sound filled with deep desire.

I heard champagne being poured and the soft clink of a glass being set down onto the bedside table. I picked it up and took a sip of the chilled wine. Then I ran the cold glass over Denise's fiery red skin. 

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as the icy champagne flute touched her. She writhed then collapsed onto the bed only to immediately push herself back up onto her knees. "Do that again. Please!" There was a pleading tone in her voice.

"How badly do you want it?" I taunted, playing along with the dom/sub game that Denise had orchestrated. 

"So badly. Please, please do it again!" Denise pleaded. 

I touched the glass to her then glided the cold flute over her hypersensitive skin, stroking it along the narrow strip separating her butt cheek from the edge of her right labia . "Badly enough to give me, give us," I emphasized, "what we want?" 

"Yes! Yes!" She exclaimed. Denis rocked back pressing herself more firmly against goblet. It pushed her labia outward exposing her glistening inner lips. Her arousal was clear.

"We want to see," I said more firmly. I looked up at Sandra. 

She smiled and nodded.

I glanced over at Matt.

He was slack-faced, mesmerized by what was happening.

I figured that he would be okay with what I was planning to do next. I put down the wine glass, gripped the inside of her thigh with my hand, and firmly tugged. "Roll over," I said. "Matt wants to watch."

Denise quickly flipped onto her back. Without any prompting from me, she spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips, swollen, red, and glistening with the juices of her excitement, pouted outward. A thin trail of moisture trickled out from between her labia.

I straddled her body and leaned down to her face. "I'm gonna make you cum hard," I whispered as I hovered inches from her face. "I want it to feel so good. And I want Matt to see every moment." I brushed my lips across hers and gently, but forcefully probed my tongue just barely into her mouth

Denise groaned with excitement.

I began slowly tracing my tongue downward, past her chin, along her slender neck, across the firm points of her breasts and then down the full length of her tight stomach until I reached the small pubic tuft just above her smooth, bare pussy. Using my tongue, I toyed with the scant hair she'd left there. I teased Denise over and over again with my tongue, gradually letting it wander farther down away from her mons until I brushed the very top of her labia. 

The sharp intake of Denise's breath as I touched here there let me know that I'd hit a sensitive spot. I raised my head and looked at both Sandra and Matt seeking their final approval for what I was about to do. Nods of their heads and looks in their eyes let me know that they were more than okay with my pleasuring Denise, they wanted me to keep going.

I dropped onto the bed between Denise's thighs, wrapped my arms up around her waist forcing her legs further apart. Her labia opened wide. I lowered my mouth to her hot, wet pussy. Very gently, I barely touched my lips to her sex. Denise's response was anything but mild. She groaned loudly and thrashed on the bed at my oral caress.

"Yesssss!" I heard her exclaim as I softly traced the tip of my tongue up and down the edge of her labia. With each stroke, I felt her lips swell and engorge, becoming slick with a combination of my saliva and her sensuous secretions. 

The bed rocked as both Sandra and Matt sat down, one on either side of our entangled bodies. Sandra brushed her hand up and down my back. "That's it baby," she said to me. "Show her how good you can make her feel. Lick her the way you lick me."

I picked my head up and stole a glance at my wife. Her eyes were ablaze, dancing with fire and light. Passion radiated out from her and I knew how incredibly turned she was watching, and how much she loved me. In that instant I felt the deep and mysterious connection that we share pulse between us. I lowered myself back down to Denise's pussy and with a firm swipe ran my tongue from the lowermost edge of her opening up and over her clit.

Denise shuddered and cried out. But it was Sandra's voice that I actually heard. "Yes, that's what she needs," she exclaimed. "Give it to her!" Sandra's fingernails raked down my back.

With Sandra urging me on, I explored as much of Denise's pussy as I could with my tongue. I alternately made it wide and flat as I pushed it between her pussy lips, then curled it into a narrow point so I could thrust into her opening. With each pass upward I would touch the edge of her clit, making her tremble and wriggle on the bed. Denise wasn't verbally shy either. Over and over she moaned or called out, often using four letter exhortations, "Fuck yes!" or "Shit! Shit! Shit! That feels so good."

To my right, where Matt was sitting, I felt the bed move again. Without picking my head up I looked in that direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean down to his supine wife. "Baby, you look so beautiful like that." I heard him say. 

Denise put one hand on the back of my head. Her other shot out to the left, reaching for her husband. She panted, "I love you," to Matt, then she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pushed me firmly against her snatch.

"Use your fingers, " Sandra ordered me. "Let her have your fingers the way I like."

I slid one arm down from around Denise's waist where I'd been hanging on to her, and rubbed it up along the inside of her thigh until I reached her now very wet crotch. Without stopping my tongue movements, I swirled two fingers across the outside of her lips as I focused my oral efforts around her clit.

Denise made an incoherent sound of pleasure and tightened her grip on my hair.

I probed the outside of her opening, repeatedly sliding one finger to the very edge of her entrance, but not fully penetrating her. 

Denise bucked wildly.

I felt Sandra's lips close to my left ear. "Don't tease her. Give it to her! Give it all to her!." Her voice was tense and demanding, filled with passion and need. The lust and desire in her tone was strong. Sandra wanted Denise's orgasm as much as our friend did.

I had a sudden realization in that moment. It was sexy, and erotic being between Denise's legs, laving her hot, wet pussy with my tongue. It felt good and I badly wanted to give her the best oral experience that I could. But what was really driving me, what was exciting me, was Sandra. It was her presence, her touch on my back, and her mounting passion as she urged me on, that was stirring my soul. Without Sandra there, the whole experience would have been less - less erotic, less exciting, less amazing, and less desirable. I wanted Denise to orgasm as much for Sandra's pleasure as for hers.

I thrust my index finger deeply into Denise, rubbing it firmly over the roof of her vagina, probing her g-spot then twisted it around as I pushed in as far as I could. When I bottomed out, I curled my finger upward, pressed, and then dragged it slowly back across the rough patch of tissue on the top of her tunnel. I never stopped swirling my tongue against the outside of her pussy.

Denise's body spasmed at my penetration. Her muscles clenched hard and she thrust her hips upward forcing her clit against my mouth and my finger deeper into her pussy. Her thighs went stiff and tightened against my head partially covering my ears. She let go of my hair. Her breathing accelerated and I could just hear her ragged panting as I continued to ravish her.

"Yesss!" I heard someone call out. With Denise's thighs pressed against my head, I couldn't tell if it was her or Sandra crying out pleasure at what I was doing. I hoped it was both of them. I redoubled my efforts and quickened the pace of my tongue on her clit and the thrust of my fingers into her pussy.

Impossibly, Denise pushed herself even harder against me.

"Don't stop!" It was clearly Sandra's voice that I heard commanding me. "Don't you dare stop!"

I focused on Denise's clit and slid a second finger into her dripping pussy, filling and stretching her farther. I kept stroking her g-spot. Denise was on the edge and I was determined to give her a great orgasm; both for her sake and Sandra's.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Denise shouted.

Fingernails, that I think were Sandra's, dug into my back. 

Denise exploded.

I love it when Sandra climaxes. Her body shakes, and she cries out as the muscles of her vagina clamp down on my fingers and copious amount of sweet, warm cum pour out of her. She cums in waves, one long undulating orgasm, until she pushes me away at the brink of overstimulation. Denise's orgasm was very much like Sandra's. Her whole body seized as her muscles clenched and she arched hard against me. Even though she squeezed down on the fingers I had buried in her, I was able to keep stroking in and out, over her g-spot. I never let up on her clit. She didn't release as much cum as Sandra does, but what flowed out onto my lips was almost as sweet as Sandra's. She stayed in the throes of her climax for minutes before she collapsed back onto the bed and inhaled deeply.

Sandra pulled my head away from Denise and I rose up onto my elbows. The sight before me, the first time I could actually see more than Denise's crotch, was spellbinding. Denise was supine, her head tilted to one side, mouth agape, and her hair was splayed out around her head, a sweaty, tangled testament to the power of what she'd just experienced. Her chest heaved up and down as she worked to catch her breath. To her right sat Sandra whose skin was flushed red with excitement, her nipples hard , demonstrating her own erotic thrill at having witnessed Denise. With one hand our friend was clutching Sandra. With her other she hung on to her husband. The best sight, however, was the way that she and Matt were looking at each other. Their eyes were locked together, eyes shining, their passion for each other clearly evident.

"That was amazing," Matt said. "Being able to watch you like that, see your pleasure, see you climax, was just amazing. You are so beautiful and I could watch you do that all day long."

"I'd die if I came like that all day long," Denise laughed as her breathing slowed down. She let go of Sandra, picked her head up, and reached forward to stroke the side of my face. "That felt so good. Thank you," she said and blew me a kiss.

"Dude," Matt said to me. "You rock. I hope that what I do for her is half as good as what you just did."

"Baby," Denise said gazing at Matt as she swung her legs over my head, brought them together, and rolled on her side to face her husband. "That was good. I mean really, really good, but I love what you do for me. It's the best and always will." She kissed him deeply.

We all sat next to each other, basking silently in the afterglow of Denise's orgasm for a few minutes. "Who's turn is next?" Sandra asked. "We all get our chance to see. Matt just got his, so who's next?"

I took a drink of my champagne from one of the four glasses sitting on the bedside table. I figured after what I'd just done, it didn't really matter whose glass it was. The still cool liquid felt good as it slid down my throat. I held the glass out to Sandra offering her a drink.

She shook her head no. "You know that I don't really like champagne."

I lowered the glass and saw Denise sit up with renewed vigor about to say something.

"How about margaritas? Do you like those?" She asked looking at Sandra then turned to look at Matt.

Sandra grinned widely picking up instantly on Denise's meaning. "I love margaritas." She said enthusiastically.

"Well then that settles it," Denise said and eased off the bed. "Matt get your ass over here. The woman said what she wants," she playfully smacked her husband on the shoulder. "And I definitely want to see you deliver."

Denise and I stood up and moved off the bed leaving it to Sandra and Matt. 

"Come on over here and let me get a good look at you," Sandra said to Matt. "I couldn't really see in the darkness at the hot tub." The take charge, I'm in control and not gonna take no for an answer tone was in her voice. It was one of the many things that I found attractive about my wife. Sandra was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to ask for it; not obnoxious, but confident and firm. And when she decided to shower her attention on something or someone (thankfully I was often included ) she did it with gusto. It was an intoxicating and alluring part of her personality. It infused everything.

Matt heard the pitch of her voice and wisely decided to obey Sandra. He moved toward her.

"Sit right here for me," Sandra patted the edge of the bed. As he sat, she pushed at his knees spreading his legs wide. "Scoot forward a bit."

Matt did as he was told and his cock and balls hung off the side of the bed. He gripped the edge of the mattress, his white knuckles belied his nervousness.

Sandra knelt on the floor in front of him.

Denise and I grabbed champagne glasses, filled them, and sat next to each other on the love seat to watch our spouses. 

"Mmmm. No fur. Nice and smooth," Sandra purred stroking her hand over Matt's hairless penis. "It's so much nicer when it's like that. We can both feel every touch." She licked two of her fingers then ran them wetly along the underside of his cock.

Matt inhaled sharply at Sandra's touch. His soft cock twitched and began to swell.

Sandra smiled at the effect she was having on him. She cradled his balls with one hand, squeezing them gently while she continued rubbing her other on Matt's growing erection. "I like that," she said and kept up her hand motions. "Get nice and hard for me," she said quietly, almost to herself. Then she straightened, put her hands against his chest, and pushed him back onto the bed. "Lie down," was her two word command.

Matt shifted himself back so that his whole body was on the bed and laid down.

Sandra hopped onto the mattress and straddled him. The way she towered over him was like she was claiming a prize. With one knee of either side of his waist, she bent down so that her gorgeous breasts just barely brushed against his skin. Then she locked her mouth onto Matt's right nipple. I knew what he was feeling as my wife licked, sucked, and gently bit at that sensitive bit of flesh on his chest. And it obviously had the same effect on him as it did on me, because Matt moaned and squirmed in pleasure as she continued to suckle on him.

Just as abruptly as she'd begun, Sandra stopped and reared upward. She looked down on him with a wry smile clearly enjoying the sight of him panting beneath her. Without speaking a word she raked her fingers down the length of his torso as she repositioned herself between his spread legs. The web of bright red lines that her nails made on his skin came together at his groin as her hands met there, next to his now fully erect penis. "Mmmm. Good and hard, just the way I like," she said loud enough for us all to hear.

Denise stood up and moved to the bed. "I want to be able to see everything," she said and sat down next to her husband.

Sandra smiled at her, but didn't say anything. 

I got up and moved closer anxious to watch how Sandra would please him. 

Sandra looked at me and smiled, approving of my closeness. She turned back to Matt and gripped his hard rod with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Slowly, deliberately, she ran her hand all the way down the length of his hardon until she held it firmly at the base so that it stood upright from his groin like a flagpole. She pulled the skin on his member taut so that every vein stood out and we could all see his cock shuddering in time with his jackhammer pulse. "Mmmm," Sandra purred again. It was the only sound she made before she opened her mouth and lowered it over the tip of Matt's cock.




I Want To See



He froze as Sandra took him into her mouth. 

My eyes were on my wife. I could see her cheeks bowing in and out. I knew that she was swirling her tongue around and around Matt's cockhead while sucking and drawing more blood into his throbbing dick, making him bigger and harder than he'd been before. Saliva dribbled down the length of his rod and puddled in the hand that she kept around the other end of his dick.

I knew exactly what my wife was doing as I'd had the fortune of feeling it many times. What I'd never experienced was the perspective of the observer that I now was. I could see her lips pressed firmly against Matt's penis. They were red, full, and pouting outward enveloping the full girth of his manhood, forming a doorway into the depths of her mouth where her hot tongue was bathing the sensitive tip. I saw the way she moved her head up and down rubbing Matt's cockhead against the slick, smooth flesh on the inside of her lips and cheeks. Her jaws flexed, subtly changing the pressure on his shaft, pulling, pushing on his flesh driving him to higher and higher levels of pleasure. 

What really hypnotized me though was the look on her face. It was a mix of concentration, excitement and delight. I could tell that she really liked what she was doing. Sandra loves a challenge and enthusiastically tackles them, sometimes just on a dare. That same gusto was evident in her blowjob as she focused on delivering as much pleasure to Matt with her mouth as she could. But it wasn't just competitiveness that I saw. It was very clear how much Sandra was enjoying his hard cock. I could tell that she liked how it slid past her lips and filled her mouth; how it rubbed against her tongue and how it throbbed and pulsated in response to her touch. Her open eyes were shining. Sandra loved giving oral sex and watching her give Matt that blowjob was amazingly erotic.

"That's it," I said to Sandra. "You know how to do it. Do him. Do him babe."

Even though her mouth was full, she smiled at my encouragement and sucked harder. Using the generous collection of saliva that had amassed at the bottom of his cock as a lubricant, she began sliding her hand up and down Matt's shaft. With each pass, her motions grew more vigorous until she was pumping him rapidly. Beneath her, Matt twisted and groaned.

Wordlessly, Denise sat on the bed next to her thrashing husband. Her hand moved back and forth across his bare chest caressing him as she looked on. Her expression betrayed her silence and revealed how aroused she was. It mirrored the look I'm sure was on my own face; eyes wide open in excitement, lips parted, breath coming in short eager pants, skin flushed bright red. Like me, she was turned on by what Sandra was doing to Matt, but even more so by what her husband was obviously feeling. I knew that they shared a psychic connection with each other like Sandra and I did. 

Sandra slowed her hand and mouth motions, then stopped. A thin trickle of saliva dribbled from her lips and down Matt's rigidness as she picked up her head and leaned back. She sucked in a lungful of air, but kept her hand around his slick, hard cock. She smiled crookedly, "So how's that?" 

Matt was breathing too hard to respond to her rhetorical question.

Sandra laid his stiff cock against his stomach and rubbed the palm of her hand back and forth along its wet underside while she caught her breath. 

Matt squirmed at that new stimulation and was still unable to respond.

Sandra licked her thumb and began rubbing the pad of it along the small ridge of tissue that marked the edge of where he had been circumcised. She knew that was the most sensitive spot on a man's dick and Matt responded to her touch as I always do; he gasped and bucked uncontrollably.

"I take it that you like what I'm doing," Sandra said still smiling wickedly. She stopped her thumb motion, but didn't let go of him. "Should I do it some more?"

Matt didn't answer her fast enough. She resumed rubbing her thumb across the hypersensitive spot on his cock making him spasm."Should I?" she asked a second time.

"You are such a bad girl," I said sitting down on the bed next to my wife.

"You should know," she quipped back at me.

"I do and I love it," I answered back.

Sandra beamed and leaned over to kiss me.

During that brief interruption she had stopped stimulating Matt and he'd recovered enough to speak."Hell yes I like what you're doing," he said still flat on his back under Sandra. His dick, rigid, wet, and throbbing was still in her hand. "But if you keep doing that with your hand or your mouth I'm going to explode."

Sandra's eyes sparkled. She turned her attention back to Matt "Really? Explode? Now that sounds fabulous!" She leaned down over him, her face just above his. "Hand or mouth, which do you prefer?" 

Matt cranked his head around and gazed up at his wife seeking the same approval from her that I had from him earlier. He got whatever answer she silently gave him. He turned to face Sandra and looked her in the eye.

Sandra got the message and shifted her weight back so that she was kneeling between his spread legs. She wrapped her hands around his cock and pulled it upright. An excited purr emanated from her and she quietly said one word before again lowering her mouth over him. It was "margaritas".

With that, she resumed her blowjob. Slowly at first, licking up and down the full length of Matt's erection, re-coating his rigidness in her slippery saliva. Once she was satisfied that he was adequately lubricated she began sliding her hands up and down, pumping on him. With each downward motion of her hands she pulled as much of his dick into her mouth as would fit. As she moved her hands upward toward the tip, her mouth followed but never moved any farther off him than the end of his cock. Past her barely open lips, I could see that her tongue was a blur of constant motion. She was accelerating, on a mission to bring Matt to climax.

"Go baby," I said and rubbed my hand over my wife's hunched back. I was in awe and totally spellbound watching Sandra. I briefly glanced up at our friends. Denise's hands were still rubbing Matt's chest while her eyes were boring into his. Matt's face was locked in a mask of earthly delight as he spiraled upward toward his inevitable orgasm.

I looked back at my wife and could see the burning desire on her face. She was determined to push Matt over the edge, make him erupt and achieve the release that she wanted him to have. I could tell that it was as much for her sake, for her pleasure, as for his.

Matt arched his back, went rigid and groaned loudly. He grimaced and his eyes flew open, but they were unfocused, unseeing as his orgasm hit him. Sandra didn't stop. She kept on moving her head and her hands, sucking and jacking him as he released jet after jet of his pent up seman into her mouth. It seemed like many minutes before he flopped back onto the bed spent, gasping. Sandra didn't move off what I knew was his depleted dick. Matt jerked as Sandra's kept on tonguing his hypersensitive cock. At last he couldn't stand it anymore and pushed her head away with his hands. 

Sandra released him and rose back up onto her knees. She looked at me then down at him, smiled, and dramatically swallowed. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. 

The moment hung in the air as we all came down from the shared high. Sandra broke the erotic tension by saying, "Yep. Margaritas," and we all laughed.

Denise grinned. "I told you so."

"Wow! That's all I can say is wow," Matt rose up onto his elbows and looked around at us.

"That was so hot!" Denise burbled with excitement. "It was incredible watching you two. The way you did what you did and look on his face. It was great. I finally got to see what he looks like when he cums. I hope that I do it as good as you did."

Matt kissed Denise the same way that she'd kissed him after her climax and said, "Hon, you absolutely do!"

"Unbelievable," I reached for the champagne. "It was unbelievable watching you sweetie," I said to Sandra. "And I also think it was very hot."

We stayed piled up together on the bed for a few minutes resting and recovering. "We've got two more to go," Denise said looking at us. "Who wants to go next?"

I looked at Sandra and shrugged. "It's been girl, boy so far. So why don't we keep alternating?" I suggested. 

Sandra nodded ok then said, "I have got to go pee first. I'm about to burst," she paused and grinned. "Not the kind of eruption I want to share." She crawled off the bed and headed to the bathroom.

"She is incredible," Matt said to me. "And I don't just mean her blowjob. She's an incredible person, so fun and lively and sexy."

"You both are great," Denise added. "It's so wonderful being around you two. Thank you so much for sharing yourselves with us. You know, we've only done this kind of thing once or twice and it's never been anything like this." She wrapped her arms around me and hugged tightly. "We're really going to miss not having you guys after this vacation is over."

Sandra walked back into the room at that moment. "Hey, I'm not ready for this to be over. So let's not get all sad. I still want my chance to see."

"And so do I," I said disentangling myself from Denise. "And we agreed girl, boy, girl, so it's my turn to watch."

"I don't know if I can be as mind-blowing as either of you, but I'll do my best to live up to the standard you guys just set." Matt reached out for Sandra's hand.

"I have no doubts," she said as she crawled in between us onto the bed and laid down on her back. My wife's self-assurance and confidence oozed out of her as she spread her legs in front of Matt. Denise and I moved back, out of their way, but didn't leave the bed. 

"That's quite a sight," Matt said gazing at Sandra's crotch. Her pussy lips were engorged, swollen, and bright red, slickly wet and puffy. Her vulva was an inviting punctuation mark at the apex of her spread legs. It contrasted with her tawny brown skin, unmarred by tan lines, that stretched smoothly across her flat stomach upward over her chest and DD breasts. She picked her head up, looked down the length of her lithe body at Matt and said, "Enjoy the view, but you better do more than just stare."

It was a taunt, a challenge that she threw out to him. It was meant to push, encourage, tempt. I knew Sandra well, and understood what she was doing. She was urging him to do whatever it took to please her and bring her to a massive climax. My heart sped up.

"Don't you worry," he answered. "I will."

Sandra wriggled and folded her arms behind her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply settling into the bed in advance of Matt's attention.

Matt lay down next to her propped up on one elbow. He hooked his leg around Sandra's and pulled it toward him, spreading her legs wider. Rather than coarsely attacking her with his mouth, he floated his hand gently over her breasts, rubbing back and forth over her nipples with his palm.

Sandra responded immediately to that, as I knew she would. Her nipples hardened and she took a deep breath enjoying the stimulation. She arched her back slightly telling Matt with her body that she liked what he was doing.

He swirled his hand back and forth alternating between her right and left breast. At first his touch was delicate, gentle, but as Sandra become more and more excited, his strokes became firmer, more insistent. Before long he had one of her full breasts in his hand, massaging and kneading it, while he trapped the nipple of the other between his teeth, tugging and nipping on it.

Sandra moved under his touch and purred her enjoyment. Her skin became progressively more flushed as her excitement mounted.

Matt took his mouth away from her areola and began nibbling at the soft skin under her breast. One small bite after the other he gradually moved down across her side and stomach until he reached the rise of her pelvis just above her groin. By that time, Sandra was moaning almost continuously, lost in the sensations that he was showering on her.

He sifted positions and eased himself between her legs, forcing them farther apart, but never taking his mouth away from her skin.

Sandra didn't resist. I knew that she didn't want to. She let him push her legs far apart, and bent her knees slightly outward so that her pelvis tipped up more fully exposing her pussy.

Matt smoothed his hand up along the inside of her left thigh, rubbing the soft flesh there.

Sandra moaned and turned her leg even farther outward.

He tickled his fingers along the thin, sensitive strip of skin that separated her upper thigh from the edge of her labia. He was close to, but not quite touching her where I knew she desperately wanted to feel his fingers. Matt looked at me asking for the same last permission I had before I'd ravaged his wife.

I nodded. There was no way I was going to deny Sandra her pleasure. And there was no way I was going to miss seeing her get it.

Matt smoothed his hand across Sandra's labia.

She shuddered and moaned loudly then rocked her hips up toward his hand.

Matt smiled wickedly and drew his hand back, not letting Sandra get all the contact she was seeking. As she relaxed her hips back toward the bed, he did it again, a little more firmly. His fingertips pressing into Sandra's labia as he dragged them down along their length.

Sandra moaned. Clear juice oozed out of her coating Matt's fingers.

His eyes widened slightly in surprise at her strong response. But he was obviously pleased because he rubbed her lips harder causing more of her juices to spill out.

"God, that feels so good," Sandra purred.

"You like that?" Matt teased. He was dishing back some of what Sandra had given him earlier.

"Yes!" she answered forcefully.

"Well then I hope you like this too," he said. At the last syllable, Matt lowered his mouth to Sandra and using the full width of his tongue, licked her from the bottom to the top of her pussy. 

Sandra jerked and she grunted.

Matt didn't give her a chance to relax. Instead he reversed the direction of his tongue and licked her downward, away from her clit toward the base of her vagina. 

Sandra gasped again and thrust herself forcefully upward, driving her pussy against his mouth.

Her response must have set off something in Matt. Because rather than backing off and teasing her the way he had with his hands, he kept his mouth against her, licking and sucking ever more vigorously, matching her wild reactions with his tongue movements. 

I was sitting next to my wife, looking down at her as she moaned and thrashed under Matt's oral assault. Her eyes were open widely, but she wasn't seeing as she reveled in the stimulation. Her skin was flushed and her breath came in gasps as she alternately moaned and called out her pleasure. It was an entrancing sight and just watching her made my heart soar with happiness. It was also extremely erotic and my cock was steel hard and aching 

Matt paused for a second, probably catching his breath. That gave Sandra a chance to catch hers. She wasn't going to be satisfied resting for very long though. Her arousal was peaking and she wanted more.

"Use your fingers," she called out to Matt. "I want your fingers too." Sandra looked up at me. Her eyes were ablaze with excitement and lust driven by the man between her legs. But it was me that she shared that moment with. And just like I'd experienced when I'd licked Denise to orgasm, I knew it was my presence that was propelling her toward a crashing climax. She reached out and grabbed my arm tightly.

"Unnh," Sandra cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. 

I didn't take my eyes off of Sandra's face, but I knew by her reaction that Matt had thrust his fingers into her. Sandra loved the feeling of having her vagina full and stretched, and her g-spot rubbed at the same time that I licked her labia and clit. I was sure that Matt was doing exactly that to her. 

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Denise move closer to us. She reached out with one hand and wrapped her fingers into the hair on the back of her husband's head buried between Sandra's legs. With her other she grasped Sandra's breast and began twirling her nipple between her fingers. Denise's eyes were fixed on the scene in front of her the same way mine were.

Sandra's breathing picked up and her thrusting pelvic motions became more urgent. She opened her eyes and gazed at me, pupils widely dilated. She was gasping and moaning on the verge of a huge orgasm. 

"Yes Matt, yes," Denise cooed. "Make her cum. Make her cum hard!"

I have no idea if Sandra heard Denise, or if Matt did something different obeying his wife's command. But that was the last straw for Sandra. She cried out, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" then arched high off the bed as her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. 

When Sandra cums it's like a freight train, hard and fast and roaring on for long minutes. She doesn't squirt like some I've read about, but sweet fluid pours out of her in buckets. No matter how hard I lap and suck, I wind up wet from chin to chest, bathed in her cum. I love it.

Matt got the same response from her that I do. My eyes were glued to Sandra's face taking in the beauty of her sexual release in a way that I'd never been able to see before. I heard Matt licking furiously, gulping, trying to keep up with the rush of cum that Sandra was releasing. Each movement of his mouth against her as he drank from her flood, just drove her higher and she kept on with her orgasm until she couldn't stand it any longer. With visible effort she picked up one foot, placed it on Matt's shoulder and pushed him away, breaking his contact with her pussy.

Matt sat part way up. His lips and chin glistening with Sandra's juices. Small rivulets ran down the front of his neck and onto his chest. He was grinning like crazy. Denise let go of Sandra's nipple and she reached for her husband's face. There was a look of marvel in her eye as she ran her fingers through the sheen of my wife's cum that coated him. 

"Wow. That's amazing," she said with a touch of awe. "I've never seen a woman cum like that." 

Beneath us Sandra was quickly recovering. Focus came back into her eyes. "I'm sorry," she said. "I should have warned you." 

"I'm not sorry at all," Matt said enthusiastically. 

"I think it's great," Denise added. "I wish I could do that."

"I love what you do," Matt replied gazing lovingly at his wife.

Denise kissed him, smearing her mouth over his shiny lips. "Mmmm. You taste good."

I pulled Sandra into my arms and hugged her tightly. "Babe you're beautiful and that was beautiful." I was having trouble finding the right words to describe what I felt. "I love you and I love what I just saw." I looked up at Matt and Denise, "Thank you both."

They smiled basking in the glow of the moment along with Sandra and me.

Sandra wriggled in my arms and said to me, "Don't get too relaxed. I haven't had my chance to see. You're up next."

"That means it's my turn. I get to play with my beautiful toy," Denise said with delight. "I'm gonna have some fun." 

I love strong women. They are confident, self-assured and conduct themselves with an assertiveness that is alluring. That character trait is independent of their body type, and no matter how they look physically, they are always attractive to me. That strength extends into every aspect of their lives, and sex is no exception. A strong woman will do whatever she feels would please her partner, secure in the knowledge that she's has or will learn what it takes to drive him (or her if she's so inclined) to the absolute highest level of sexual excitement. She also understands that the brain is the biggest sex organ of all, and that verbal play immeasurably amps up any sexual encounter. A strong woman can fuck her partner's mind, bringing him to ecstatic heights just as well she can fuck his body. Sandra was exactly that type of strong woman. I had gotten a glimpse of that same strength in Denise and I was about to learn just how powerful she was.




I Want To See



Denise slid over next to me as Sandra moved back. She pressed into me so that I could feel her firm breast against my arm. "It's a really nice toy and I going to show Sandra what I can do with it." She wrapped her fingers around my hardening cock. 

I'd started growing just listening to the sensuous tone in Denise's voice.

"I'm going to really like this and so are you," she squeezed me. "But I think you liked watching us. Sandra sucking on Matt. Matt between her legs. His cum filling her mouth and hers all over his face. I saw how you got hard," she slid her hand down my length and firmly raked her nails over my balls. "I can tell how turned on you got seeing Sandra's red lips wrapped around Matt's thick cock." Denise's mouth was right next to my ear. Her breath tickled me as she spoke, luridly detailing what I'd indeed watched with burning desire. "Her soft mouth filled with his fat rod, sucking and licking him, making him hotter and harder until he couldn't stand it anymore. Until he exploded and filled her with his hot load." Denise moved her hand to the end of my cock and rubbed the tip. A drop of precum oozed out. "Mmmm. You did like that didn't you? I can tell," she smeared the slippery fluid over me. "You liked watching her take his cum. You liked watching how much she enjoyed swallowing it. Didn't you?"

Between the feel of her naked body pressed against me, her lusty narrative, and her hand rubbing, my libido was really spinning up.

Denise ran her tongue wetly over my ear and continued her tease. "Maybe you liked seeing Matt on Sandra even more," she suggested. "Maybe the sight of his tongue buried between her pouting pussy lips was even better. And the way she spread her legs so wide for him, and begged him to fill her with his fingers. Maybe that excited you." Denise licked down the side of my neck. Her hand didn't leave my crotch. "She came so hard didn't she?" Her tongue danced over my collar bone and found the sensitive hollow just above it. "Sandra just came and came on Matt's tongue. She poured out a river of that sweet cum, all over Matt. And I tasted it right from his lips. It was soooo good," she purred.

Denise knew exactly what she was doing and how much it excited me. With her words and touch she'd pushed me farther and farther along an erotic road that I knew could only end with my climactic release. My cock was throbbing in her hand, oozing precum because of her onslaught. That wasn't going to be enough to satisfy her - to satisfy how she wanted to play me.

She smoothed her free hand over my chest and began circling her finger around my nipple. "I bet you'd like to see even more." She stroked my skin. "Maybe you'd like to see me go down on Sandra so that I can taste her luscious juiciness with my own tongue and feel her engorged, hot pussy lips on my mouth." Her fingers danced over my nipple making it harder. "Or maybe you'd rather see Sandra between my legs. I'd spread them so wide for her. She could have her way with me, licking and sucking until I came, pouring out my cum onto her." Denise began pinching me and the sensation rocked through me.

I shuddered at her touch and her words.

"I bet you'd get super turned on watching us do a sixty-nine together; my face in her pussy and her lips locked on my clit. That would be so nice. We wouldn't stop until we both satisfied each other. We'd come in rivers, moaning and thrashing under your watchful eye. You'd like seeing that, wouldn't you?" 

Denise was squeezing my nipple in her fingers very hard. Bolts of exquisite pain shot through me and I would have cried out for her to stop, but at the same time she was torturing my chest she was rubbing her thumb back and forth over my swollen cockhead, slippery with the precum that she'd made leak out. The contrasting sensations made my head spin. I was completely under Denise's spell.

She slowed then completely stopped her hand motions sensing that my state of arousal was quickly spiraling out of control. "I know you'd like to see any of that." She leaned away from me so that we weren't touching at all. "You made me cum so well and it felt so good. But I got all hot and horny watching Matt and Sandra. And now my pussy feels so empty and I really want it to be full. What I want, what I need, is to fill it up. Will you watch me fill my pussy?"

I'd barely calmed down when Denise had moved, but my heart sped up again at the thought of what might happen next. Denise was totally in command of the situation and of me. I had no idea where she would go, but I didn't care. I was so turned on, just the way she intended me to be, that I'd do anything. I mutely nodded my head.

Denise smiled coyly. "I thought you'd say yes and that makes me very happy. I'll be sure to show you, exactly how happy in a little while. And Sandra will be watching." She twisted away from me and reached for the drawer in the bedside table. "But first," she said and she drew out a large purple vibrator, the type commonly referred to as a rabbit. It was about seven inches long and half that much in girth. Ridges and bumps covered the shaft and the tip of it flared out exactly like a cockhead. Denise held it in front of her and flexed it back and forth. The side arm clitoral stimulator of the device wiggled enticingly as she did so.

"I love my rabbit," she dramatically kissed the tip of it. "It keeps me company and fills the emptiness of my pussy when Matt isn't around." Her tongue flicked out between her lips and caressed the tip of the toy. "Sometimes I like sharing it with Matt," Denise laid the toy next to her cheek as if hugging it. "He says it feels good to him too."

My mind lurched. Was she referring to using the vibrator on him the only way it possibly could be, by pegging him in the ass? Sandra and I had enjoyed some anal play together and it had been great. But we'd never done anything like that. The thought of that hot sexy woman sliding the vibrator into her husband and pleasuring him with juicy zest made my anxiety spike thrillingly. Would she try and do that to me? 

"Tonight I want it all for myself," Denise said and eased the purple tip of the toy just past her lips. She let a small drop of her saliva dribble out as she slid it in.

My apprehension faded, but my arousal roared higher watching her play with the vibrator. When she slid her free hand down the length of her body and rubbed the outside of her pussy, I practically swooned.

"It's going to feel so good," Denise cooed. "I'm gonna lay back right here. Fill my aching pussy and enjoy myself while you watch. Is that okay with you?" Never taking her eyes off me, she moved back on the bed so that she was leaning against the pillows stacked in front of the headboard. She bent her knees up and spread her legs wide so that it was easy to see her finger disappearing past her ruby red labia and deep into her vagina. She moaned softly as she stroked her finger in and out.

Behind me I heard both Matt and Sandra breathing heavily. Denise's show, while directed at me, was having an equally strong effect on them. I'd almost forgotten that they were there I was so taken by what Denise was doing. Hearing how my wife was responding and feeling her move on the bed didn't diminish my excitement at all. Knowing that she was there with me, getting turned on with me, watching me as well as Denise, ramped up my arousal. Sandra was getting to watch me in ways that I'd never imagined.

Denise looked past me and said, "Sweeties could you, would you, please help me? I'd so like that." 

"Did she use the plural?" I thought.

Before I could think about it any farther (given my state or arousal I wasn't really capable of much high thought anyway) I felt the bed rock as both Sandra and Matt moved next to Denise. I stayed where I was, sitting on the edge, at her feet, staring toward the head of the bed and her. My eyes didn't know where to land as I looked. Everything about her, everything she was doing was unbelievably sexy. She gently nibbled on the tip of the artificial phallus, stroking it ever so slightly in and out of her pouting lips. Her pert breasts heaved and jiggled with her quick, short breaths. The nipples were pointed and drawn tight, achingly hard. Three fingers of her left hand spread her wet, swollen pussy lips wide making room for the fourth to slide in and out in time with each stroke of vibrator into her mouth. All the while her eyes ,filled with burning lust, bored into mine. 

Matt drew himself up against his wife. Even though he'd climaxed a few minutes ago under Sandra's expert touch, his cock was full and hard, in response to Denise's performance. He kissed her on the cheek. "You are so hot," he said.

Sandra sat quietly to her other side. Her own arousal was just as obvious to me as was Matt's. Her skin had taken back on the red blush of excitement that she'd had earlier, and her nipples were as tight and pointed as Denise's. And her eyes roamed over Denise, taking in every erotic sight, just as mine were.

Denise kissed her husband. "Hold my leg here," she moved her fingers from her crotch and picked up Matt's hand. There was a wet sheen on his skin where she touched him. She directed him to hold her thigh up and outward, spreading her legs wider. Denise tilted her pelvis so that her pussy tipped up away from the mattress further exposing it. She turned to Sandra and kissed her on the lips. "Help me with this." She eased the rabbit into my wife's hand so that they were both holding it. "I'd really like that!" 

Slowly and deliberately Denise lowered the vibrator to her waiting pussy. Her fingers were intertwined with Sandra's as she placed the tip at the upper end of her engorged pussy. Denise pressed a button at the base of the toy and it came to life, buzzing a low throaty sound. "Aaah," she sighed as the plaything vibrated against her. She slid it down the length of her vulva then back up again pressing it more firmly into her flesh. Her engorged labia spread as the vibrator sank smoothly between them, lubricated by her copious juices. Denise pressed the button again, and the tone of the vibrator rose a bit as it sped up giving her more forceful stimulation . "Mmmmm," she purred sliding the phallus back and forth over her, still holding my wife's hand to the device.

I realized that I was gripping the edge of the mattress where I was sitting so hard that my fingers were going numb as I watched Denise servicing herself with Sandra's help. The sight was powerfully erotic and wave after wave of sensual pleasure coursed through me just watching. Denise's deliberate mind fuck was working on me exactly as I'm sure she wanted it to. My libido was shooting without any physical contact from her.

"That feels so good," Denise said turning her head to Sandra. She kissed her again then re-focused on me. "But what I want now, what I want you to see, is my aching, empty pussy filled up." She touched another button on the rabbit and it began to undulate in addition to vibrate. Her fingers wrapped around Sandra's more tightly and she murmured seductively, "Fill me up." Denise rocked her hips upward. Sandra's and her hands were clutching the rabbit as together they thrust it deep into Denise's sodden tunnel.

I saw Sandra's eyes widen and she held her breath. Denise threw her head back and called out, "Yessss!" as the toy penetrated her. The tip of the rabbit's clitoral stimulator touched it's intended target and Denise twitched in response to that added stimulation. Even in the paired grip of the two women, the device moved back and forth rubbing on the outside of her pussy, while at the same time it massaged the inside of her tightly stretched vagina. Denise pulled the toy back, partially out of her, then slid it back in. "Unnh," she moaned again, this time picking up her head to gaze at the three of us who were watching her

Matt dropped his head to his wife's right breast and drew her taunt nipple into his mouth. Denise let go of the vibrator and grabbed his hair pulling his mouth more tightly into her. She swiveled her head to Sandra and said, "Don't stop. Please don't stop." It was an order and it was a plea. It was filled with passion, hunger, longing. It would have been impossible for anyone to deny her. Sandra tightened her grip and began stroking the rabbit in and out of Denise's grasping pussy. 

"Oh my god, yes!" Denise practically shouted. Her cry of lusty satisfaction spurred on Matt and Sandra. Not breaking his oral connection with her breast he grasped the nipple of her other and began rubbing and tweaking her. Sandra kept up a steady rhythm with the vibrator, pressing, tilting and moving it, trying her best to maximize her friend's mounting excitement. On my wife's face was the same mix of concentration and delight that I'd seen earlier when she'd been giving Matt a blowjob. She was enjoying showering Denise with physical pleasure just as much as she had Matt.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Denise called out. Her climax was immanent. Her knuckles turned white wrapped in Matt's hair. Her other was gripping Sandra's shoulder hard enough that I was sure she'd leave lasting marks. Sandra held the base of the vibrator tightly and pushed it into her friend. The clitoral stimulator was smashed against her tight bud. Juices dripped out of her and a wet spot bloomed on the white sheets of the bed. Every muscle in her body was taut, clenched in ecstasy. It was breathtaking.

Denise erupted again. Her second orgasm of the evening hit her hard nestled between Matt and Sandra, who both continued to satisfy her. As before , Denise's climax rolled over her in fantastic waves making her thrash in ecstasy. A continuous low moan escaped from her lips and her entire body seemed to flush red. After long moments, her muscles relaxed and she slumped back against the pillows, the last spasm of her orgasm fading. "Oh yes!" she exclaimed.

Matt and Sandra released Denise and leaned back away as she continued her recovery. They both wore looks of self satisfaction for having been the instrument of her powerful climax.

Denise took a deep breath, kissed her husband and my wife quiet thanks, then locked her eyes back on me. I was still sitting on the bed at her feet. "That's so much better," she began. Her voice was strong and confident, in control. "Now I can really focus all of my attention on you without the distraction of an aching pussy." Her eyes flashed with light. "Some people," she swatted Matt, "get all wiped out and tired after they orgasm. Not me. I feel energized, pumped up, ready to go; just like I feel now."

Denise held her hand out and motioned for me to come toward her. To Sandra she said, "It's your turn to see." 

I crawled up the bed toward where she was leaning on the pillows. Sandra and Matt moved away making room for me to sit next to Denise, who patted her hand on the pillows indicating where she wanted me. She wriggled, rubbing her warm smooth skin along my left side. With each movement the smell of her fresh arousal and release wafted up to my nose. I inhaled deeply savoring her scent.

Denise smiled aware of what I was doing. She moved her legs more and another ripple of her smell washed across me. "You like that don't you?" she said and rubbed her hand across my chest. She opened her knees wider. "You like knowing how your women are turned on. I'm definitely excited by what I'm about to do to you." Denise rolled onto her hip so her left leg was free. She lifted it up, the sound of wet skin moving against itself came from her crotch and an even stronger wash of her sex permeated the air. She put the sole of her bare foot against the inside of my leg, pushed it outward and ran her foot up the inside to the top of my thigh.

The touch of her foot matched that of her hand. It was firm, and strong, but not rough. I could feel her power and confidence. If I'd had any doubts, in that moment I absolutely knew that Denise was energized and that I was going to be the focus of her spectacular attention.

"You lean back right here," she said making sure that I was semi-upright against the pillows. She rolled herself across my body so that she was between my legs. Her wet crotch slid across my thigh as she moved. On all fours she hovered over me with her lips inches from mine. "I want you to see just as well as Sandra."

Denise directed me to raise my hips, and stuffed a pillow under my butt. "Gives me more room," she announced. She put her hands on my thighs and pushed them wide apart. "Mmm. There's that beautiful cock." Her hand stroked my member, which was already hard in anticipation of what was about to happen. She looked up at me analyzing my body position. She pushed another pillow against my lower back giving me a bit more support then turned to Sandra who had moved to the foot of the bed. "Come on up here. You'll be able to see much better."

My heart was pounding. Denise was dramatically dragging out her act. Building the tension. It was having the effect I'm sure she was trying for. I was on edge.

I looked at Sandra as she settled in next to me. She was smiling and her eyes were wide with excitement. But for the first time in a very long time, I wasn't sure how she felt. Was she bothered by Denise's theatrics? Was she bored? Did she feel slighted that she hadn't gotten the same attention? I didn't know. I craned my neck over and kissed her.

As my lips touched Sandra's all my worries were swept away. The second we made contact I felt Sandra's strength and power. I was instantly reminded that strong women are self-assured and not intimidated by other strong women. They know themselves and their chosen soul mates. And there was no question that she and I were soul mates. My wife was the sexiest, most beautiful strong woman that I had ever met. I knew beyond any doubt that we were connected in a way that nobody could break. And I was absolutely sure that Sandra felt the same way. Denise's performance thus far had been masterful, erotic, and mind bending. Most importantly, I was sure that Sandra knew it was for everyone not just me.

Denise made a small show of assuring that Sandra was comfortable. Then she refocused on me. She knelt between my widely spread legs tilting her head side to side as if inspecting me or deciding what to do next. Her eyes were gleaming with excitement and lust. One hand reached forward and touched my chest. The other rested on my leg helping her keep balance as she leaned toward me and dragged her hand down my torso to my very rigid penis. She switched hands and did it again with her other one. Two, three, four times, or maybe it was more, Denise smoothed over my chest and stomach, each time stopping at my cock, the center of my mounting ardor. Each swipe drove me higher, I throbbed and pulsated with increasing fury as my pulse sped up.

"I love the way he responds," Denise purred gazing at my crotch. "That lovely dick of his is so hard and the way it bounces each time I touch it is just great." She raised her head and looked right at me. "I can't wait to feel what it will be like when I slide it into my hot mouth." She licked her lips seductively.

There was no question that I was on a stage for Denise. I was the instrument she was playing, and she was playing me extremely well. Although my climactic release was Denise's ultimate goal, Sandra was her intended audience, and it was Sandra that she was playing for. It didn't matter to me that I was her stage prop. Being on display for my beloved was as exhilarating to me as was receiving all of Denise's erotic attention. 

Denise rocked back onto her heels, with both of her hands wrapped around my aching pole. I was so hyperstimulated that a thin stream of precum was oozing out of my penis and sliding down its length onto her fingers. "Oh and this," she moved her thumbs back and forth spreading my slippery fluid over the head of my cock. "I love this. He's so excited that he's overflowing. I'll bet that he can't wait to let it all fly. That's the best part, feeling him release his pent up load." Her fingers circled around the end of my dick and slid up and down smoothly in the warm liquid spilling out of me. "And you get to see," she said to Sandra.




I Want To See



Sandra shifted next to me, repositioning herself.

While she held me tightly with one hand she raised her other to her lips and sucked first one then another wet finger into her mouth. "Mmmm," she murmured. "He tastes good. I can't wait for the rest of it." She returned her hand to my crotch, cupping my balls. "I love what you've done with these. Smooth, soft, naked." Her fingers gently but firmly massaged them. "And you've got him all cleaned up back here too," one finger snaked back over my perineum and rubbed on the delicate skin separating my scrotum from my anus. "How enticing," she said quietly and slid her finger farther toward my rim.

I remembered how she'd talked about Matt enjoying her vibrator and my uncertainty if she'd used it on his ass. At Denise's bold touch right next to my opening, I wasn't sure whether nor not she'd penetrate me. My heart raced.

Denise slid her finger back toward my balls. Her eyes sparkled with glee seeing my anxiety spike. I'm not sure, but I think she silently mouthed the word "later" as she pulled herself away from my anus.

She resumed massaging my balls while gripping my cock with her other hand. "They fit just right in my hand," her fingers rolled my testicles back and forth. "Not too big and not too small. They will fit perfectly in my mouth." Denise didn't give any other sign of what she was about to do; just that one comment, delivered in an almost off hand way was it. In one quick motions, she slid her knees farther back, lowered her head then engulfed my scrotum with her mouth. Since my butt was elevated off the bed by the pillow she'd placed under me, my sac was fully exposed and Denise was able to take all of it into her warm, wet mouth. 

The suddenness of her move startled me. Given all the introductory teasing she'd done up to that point I was expecting a more gradual and drawn out approach from her. I suppose that was the point though, surprising me and doing something unexpected. I was completely caught off guard, unprepared. The intensely sensual sensation of her tongue on my balls, licking and sucking on my sack rocketed into my brain like a runaway train. I jerked and moaned very loudly, "Oh my god!" repeatedly

Denise didn't stop at my abrupt response. If anything she increased her efforts sucking first one then the other ball, tugging and pulling on them as if they were cow teats and she could milk them. With her other hand she squeezed my aching cock hard. She kept that up for long minutes before she stopped and sat back on her heels in front of me. Her hand returned to my sac, but just cupped it without moving. There was a huge grin on her face. "You like that?" she tilted her head questioning me.

I wasn't capable of answering her.

Denise shrugged her shoulders at my silence. "Maybe so," she said, then asked Sandra, "What do you think, did he like that?"

Sandra brushed my hair with her fingers and put her mouth next to my left ear. "Did you?" she breathed. "Did you like the way she sucked on your balls?" 

My wife's warm breath in my ear and her bawdy question was like pouring gasoline on a fire. My brain raced trying to get out the words to describe how good it was. I stammered something meaningless.

"I think that means he liked it," Sandra said with a wry smile. "But I don't want to assume anything. There's only one way to be sure. You should keep on going and see what he does next."

Denise grinned at Sandra. "I want you to see what he does next."

Again without any hesitation, Denise dropped her head toward my crotch. She led that assault with her tongue. Using warm, wet, wide strokes she licked the soft and sensitive skin on either side of my hairless balls and cock. She laved me over and over again, each time drawing her tongue closer and closer to my hard rod. At last, after long moments of torturing me with her near touch, her tongue ran up the full length of my aching, pole. From the very base to the tip, where she teased my opening, still spilling pre cum, her tongue bathed my erect and very hard cock. 

Once more I was transported to a new plateau of sensuous pleasure. And just as I had a moment before, I spasmed and called out announcing my bliss. 

Denise stopped. Still bent over at the waist to my groin, she looked up at Sandra. "I definitely think he liked that," she said. Their next communication was silent. Denise gazed at Sandra with a questioning look. She was asking her permission to go the next step and carry me to a final release. It was the same thing that each of us had done before bringing our partner to climax. 

I felt Sandra grip my arm tightly and I think I heard her whisper almost to herself the word "yes".

Denise looked at me and said one word before she dropped her head back to my crotch. She said, "watch." 

I obeyed and watched her.

Pulling firmly at my erection, she elevated my cock upright and away from my body. Denise pursed her lips and smashed them against the tip. Slowly her lips parted and she pulled me inside. Inexorably her mouth dropped downward, my hardness penetrating deep into her, past her lips, then her teeth, over her sandpaper tongue, along the bumpy roof of her mouth all the way to the back of her tight throat. She didn't stop there. Denise continued to force her face down toward my crotch until her nose pressed into my scant pubic hair and the end of my cock was past the back of her throat. She made desperate swallowing motions that did nothing to prevent saliva from streaming out of her mouth and onto my balls. But the repeated contractions of her throat muscles gripped and re-gripped my cockhead sending electric bolts of delight through my body.

I was breathing hard and fast at that point, struggling not to cum and end Denise's blowjob. 

Finally Denise pulled her head away. I thought she'd deliver some pointed quip, another tease designed to verbally stimulate me, but she didn't. After a few seconds catching her breath, she returned her mouth to my saliva soaked cock. Denise used that wetness to jack me while she resumed sucking, all be it less deeply than before. Her tongue swirled around the shaft and intermittently over the top. Each stroke of her hand and each swipe of her tongue missed the most sensitive spot on my penis, that small ridge of skin on the underside at the end of my circumcision. Denise was deftly dodging it, avoiding stimulating me in a way that would drive me over the top to climax. 

My body was tensed, every muscle clenched and I was panting. Denise's blowjob was the culmination of her erotic show. This was the finale. I was at the very brink of orgasm and I'm sure she knew it. 

"Cum for me baby. Cum for me." Sandra's voice penetrated past the sound of my pulse pounding in my brain. She raked her fingers over my chest. "Show me!"

Denise moaned, her mouth still bobbing up and down on my cock. The vibrations radiated into me. The fingers of her one hand re-discovered my perineum and she pressed there firmly, rocking back and forth pushing more seman out of my swollen prostate. The thumb of her other hand, which was now rapidly jacking my cock, slid up along the underside. At the same time her tongue smoothed over the magical spot near the crown. My vision went blank and my head swirled. I heard a low, loud moan. It was the sound of deep longing finally set free. With a distant part of my mind I knew that it came from me. My entire world narrowed down to the amazing sensations coming from my cock and radiating through my body. A massive tidal wave that had been building inside me let go and came rushing out along the length of my throbbing, aching, swollen rod and burst forth from the tip in a glorious release.

In me left ear I heard Sandra saying, "Yes!" over and over again. Her voice was filled with a mix of awe and satisfaction. She was finally getting her chance to see me orgasm the way she wanted to. At my crotch Denise kept up her hand and mouth movements, stimulating me and drawing every ounce she could out of me. She groaned contentedly as each jet of my seman shot into her mouth.

It went on forever and it ended in a moment. I collapsed exhausted onto the bed. Sandra threw herself onto me and hugged me tightly. Denise sat back onto the bed heavily, almost as spent as I was, having poured all of her energy into the amazing blowjob she'd just finished. She wiped the mix of saliva and my cum from her chin. With a broad grin she said, "Even better than I thought it would be."

"That was incredible," Sandra said. "I've never seen anything like that. And you," she reached and warmly patted Denise's knee. "You were amazing."

I was speechless, still recovering. I just nodded my head in agreement.

"Baby you were great!" Matt said enthusiastically. 

"Is she always so hot, such a temptress?" Sandra asked.

Matt smiled and nodded. 

I finally caught my breath. "Wow! You are something. "I'm totally blown away."

Denise snickered, "I certainly hope so."

Everyone laughed and we all piled together into a four-way hug. We stayed that way, holding on to each other, for a long time. At last Sandra said, "I'm famished. Is anyone else hungry?"

Three voices chorused "yes" loudly.

"Let's all go to the lobby bar and get some drinks and pizza," Matt suggested. 

In a mild daze, we pulled on the clothing we'd brought from the hot tub and walked to the bar. I took everyone's request and ordered us drinks and food while Matt and the girls searched for seats at the crowded counter. The loud conversation and music were a crashing contrast to the intimate and powerful experience that we'd just shared among ourselves. We huddled together at one end of the bar, chatting softly and nursing our drinks while we waited for the pizza. 

I noticed that Denise wasn't sitting even though Matt had dragged a barstool over for her. "C'mon sit down and relax at bit. I think you should take a load off and rest after that," I chided her.

Denise looked at me and rubbed her butt. "I think I'll just stand. I don't know how your hand feels, but my ass won't forget your spanking for a while."

I was mortified. "I'm so sorry," I said.

She smiled then kissed me passionately on the lips. "I'm not sorry a bit. The sting will remind me of the incredible evening we just had. I'll treasure the tingle of that reminder for a very long time. And I hope that I'll get to feel it again. And who knows what I'll need to be spanked for next time," 

Beside me Matt and Sandra smiled just as brightly as I did. 

"Or what we'll all get to see," Denise finished.