5 comments/ 75405 views/ 25 favorites Close Quarters By: Antonio_y_Cleopatra Have you ever heard a couple making love? The way your pulse quickens, and the chills race down your spine? How you're almost a part of what they're doing? This story seeks to recreate that feeling. * "Daddy, are you going, too?" Rachel asked as she ran into David and Cynthia's room. At five years old, she still asked many questions to each of them in turn. "Yes, your mother and I are going together," David replied as he zipped up his overnight bag. "We're both going with Steven and Sharon. Didn't Mommy and I tell you we were going a couple of days ago?" "Yes, Daddy, but are me and Brian going, too?" "No, Rachel, you and Brian are staying with Grandma. Didn't Mommy and I tell you this also?" "Yes, Daddy, but when is Grandma coming?" "None too soon, Rachel. Now why don't you carry Mommy's purse to the front door while I carry these bags? And don't open it!" Dave got their things in a neat pile by the door, so they could run out to Steve and Sharon's car. The rain poured outside, but that didn't diminish his spirits. Hell, being locked up in the hotel room with Cynthia might be the best way to spend this weekend. Too many months had passed since they had been together without the kids. "There's a car out there, Daddy!" Brian yelled. "Thanks, Brian, it's Grandma. I'm going to take and umbrella out there to walk her in." "Can I come?" "Too wet, Brian" Dave said, as the screen door closed behind him. He waved to Cynthia's mother and walked over to her car in the driveway. "Hello, Doris. Thought that the umbrella was the least that I could do. How are you doing?" "Good, Dave. You're looking great as usual. Looking forward to a weekend with my daughter?" Doris said as she cooked an eyebrow at him. "I might ask her for a kiss or two, but I'm sure that our chaperones will keep us in line," Dave replied, slipping into the familiar banter with Doris. "You know that they don't allow boys and girls together alone on these trips." "Steve and Sharon definitely strike me as the type who will keep you two in line—the pour line on the beer glass, that is," Doris whipped back. David had always liked Doris and her sense of humor. He knew where a lot of Cynthia's beauty and personality came from. He opened the front door for her. "And how are my prince and princess?" Doris gushed as she swept them into her arms. "We are going to have such a great time while your Mommy and Daddy are away. Who wants a cookie?" she asked, pulling a tin box out from under her coat. "Rachel and Brian may have more fun than we do," Cynthia observed. "Don't count on it, if I have my way," David said, getting a raised eyebrow from both ladies. "OK, Mom, you remember the drill? It's been a few months." Cynthia said. "I don't forget that fast yet," Doris quipped. "At least give me a few more years. No, I know where everything is. There's the candy jar, and your bed in the back should still make a good trampoline." "Right, Mom. Just don't get the cops called over here." "We'll keep the destruction inside. Now, you two have a good time," Doris said as another car pulled into the driveway. "Don't bother inviting them in. Too wet, and you need to get started on your trip. On you go!" David and Cynthia gave their kids the usual hugs, kisses, assurances, and admonishments, grabbed their bags, and walked out to the car. David dropped the bags into Steven's open trunk and walked Cynthia to her door. As Cynthia got into her seat, she saw David watching her legs. She pulled up her skirt up and flashed him a bit more, giving David a wink when she caught his eye. David never tired of watching Cynthia. She could rivet his eyes, yet her attraction was not that of a supermodel. It was more that of a good-looking woman who excited on many levels, only one of them visual. With shoulder-length dark hair and dark eyes, Cynthia could exude a sense of mystery that enchanted David. David always thought that she would make a good sorceress, if magic were possible. She was a bit more formal than most women these days, preferring the etiquette of a bygone era. Favoring subtlety to directness, Cynthia often just used her eyes to communicate something to David. At the same time, Cynthia drew her friends into a circle of warmth, openness, and humor. She counted Sharon and Steve as longtime friends in her inner circle. Cynthia's tastes ran the gamut from high culture to popular, but always with a discerning eye for quality. She ran and bicycled for fun and exercise, and she had accompanied David on many of his outdoor adventures. Altogether, she was everything David could imagine when he married her. "Hello, Dave. Supposed to blow over in an hour or two. Weekend should be great," Steven said as Dave got his belt on. "This will be a great time no matter what the weather. We've always had fun on these trips. You look lovely, Sharon," David said as he turned to her. And she did. She was as attractive as Cynthia, with differences that always drew David's interest. "Thank you, Dave." Sharon said, dazzling him with her smile. "Not a good idea to be eyeing the other ladies before a weekend with me," Cynthia laughed. "I might pout." "Just being a gentleman," David smoothly replied, to snorts from Steven. "Of course I only have eyes for you, dear." The four friends fell into chatting as they worked their way over to Highway 1. They then started the drive up the coast from Santa Monica to Santa Barbara—their destination for the weekend. After a half-hour the rain began to let up as the traffic thinned. They talked about their work lives, their families, mutual friends, and what they would have for dinner that night. Passing through Malibu and by Pepperdine University, the conversation was lively, and the four friends hardly noticed the miles traveling by. They quieted, however, when they saw the warning sign flashing on the highway: "WARNING: ROAD BLOCKED 20 MILES AHEAD. SEEK ALTERNATE ROUTE." "Uh-oh," Steve said. "I'm just glad that we're only ten miles out." Traffic was slowing as the rain picked up again. The group kept things quiet to let Steven concentrate on his driving. Soon they were turning in to the town. "Traffic seems unusually heavy in town," David said. "I don't remember it being like this." "I wonder if folks are holed up in Santa Barbara, waiting for the blockage to clear on the highway," Sharon said. "Look at how crowded the restaurant parking lots are." "Could be," David answered. "Let's hope that our rooms are still open." "We have reservations," Cynthia replied. "Yeah, but people may need emergency shelter if this doesn't let up. I'm sure that a lot of folks are deciding to quit for the night." They continued to their inn. They had both stayed here before, previous to their kids, and they had fond memories of the place. It was two blocks from the beach, and it had a nice corner of grass and trees that most of the rooms looked out upon. When they arrived, the parking lot was nearly full. They all got out and hurried to the lobby. The rain had lessened, but it was still coming down. The manager was apologetic. "We held one room open for your party with two beds. I'm sorry, but the road north of here is going to be blocked for some time, with flooding and a large accident. The town is under orders to house as many people as possible tonight. Of course, we will only charge you for a double room, and we'll see that you have two of our suites tomorrow. The good news is that the rain is supposed to be leaving the area right now, and the rest of the weekend looks great." "Well, thanks for at least saving one room." David said. "It's a lot better than driving back." "I guess we're not getting laid tonight," Steven said as he and David walked back to the car to get their bags. "Unless you want to wait turns in the lobby." He sounded about as disappointed as David felt. Nights without the kids were precious. "No, I think that we'll just get up and get to our new room early tomorrow. The work of moving will probably wear me out, so I'll have to take an immediate nap. I have a feeling that Cynthia will be tired as well." "You know, I've been feeling pretty tired in the morning myself these days," Steven said, cracking a smile. The couples got to their room and unpacked only enough to get them through the night. They had dinner reservations in an hour, so they kicked back on the beds and continued talking. "I figure it's about time to start the evening," David said as he went over to his bag. He rooted around and extracted a bottle of champagne from a cooler bag. "Sharon, can you help me with these glasses?" "I knew that you were good for something," Steven remarked. "Excellent call on the bubbly." The couples clinked glasses and continued talking and laughing. The dusk outside hid the fact that the rain had blown inland, and the night was now clear. "Look," Cynthia said before they left. "I can see the stars and the moon on the horizon. Let's walk to dinner!" "Great idea," Steven replied. "I didn't want to worry about how much wine I drink tonight anyway." Their dinner was outstanding. They tried a new place on a recommendation from a friend, and it was just what they liked: intimate, an inventive menu, and a great wine list. "Ah, it's great to eat like adults. I'm having to remember to savor my meal, rather than wolf it down," Sharon laughed. "Here, here," David replied, raising his glass. "To our best friends and a great weekend!" *************************** The two couples slowly walked back to their room under a full moon, reminiscing about how they had spent so many nights like this one before their kids. They tarried a little more than they did in the old days, when separate rooms were waiting on them. "First dibs on the bathroom!" Steve said as they got to the hotel. "Next!" David added. "Some gentlemen we have for husbands, Sharon," Cynthia observed. "Maybe we should go on the prowl while they're in there. I'm sure there are some men back at the restaurant who would be happy to treat us nicely before going to bed." "Not if they don't have a hotel room. You might be treated nicely in the back seat!" Steve shot back. "You might be right. We'll let you off this time. Actually, you and David can go first, since you're usually pretty fast. Then you go Sharon, and I'll be able to take my time." When David came out of the bathroom in his boxers, he got a whistle from Sharon. However, he knew that this would work both ways. Propped up in this bed reading, he would enjoy the show when Sharon came out in whatever she had to cover herself with. He figured that Steve would enjoy the same show with Cynthia. David and Cynthia never brought much sleepwear on these trips, so Cynthia would have to improvise. As Steve walked out in silk boxers, he got a similar catcall from Cynthia. It was Sharon's turn. As she went in, David remarked, "You probably don't want to wear too much to bed, you know. I'm sure it will get stuffy with all of us in here." He felt Cynthia's pinch for that one. "I don't know about hot, but it's getting deep," Sharon said as she closed the door. When David heard the door open, he of course looked up, and whistled silently to himself. Sharon was clad in a tightly fitting black tank top, the type women wear under a blouse. "So she didn't have anything to sleep in either," David thought approvingly. He also approved of the obvious lack of a bra. He had always appreciated Sharon's breasts under her sweaters, but this was a much more intimate look. The shear material did little to change their natural shape, firm as they were. Her nipples were half-erect and stood out proudly on her chest. David quickly worked his gaze downward—he knew that he didn't have too much time to look Sharon over. The tank top flared over her hips and ended almost at the bottom of black panties. Beneath that, her well-remembered legs were walking over to the bed. He dropped his gaze—not even knowing whether Sharon had seen him staring. Something told him that Cynthia had, however, and he looked beside him to see her smirking, a world of meaning in her eyes. Cynthia got up and grabbed her overnight bag as she went in the door. "Think I'll be too hot, Dave?" he heard Sharon tease as Cynthia closed the door behind her. "Uh, I'm sure of it," David replied, burying his nose in the book. After reading the same sentence about a hundred times, he heard the door open again. Not knowing what Cynthia was going to wear, he was anticipating her entrance about as much as he figured Steve was. He wasn't disappointed. Sharon walked out in a lacy black bra that did little to obscure her erect nipples. Below that, a tight tummy gave way to matching black panties and graceful legs. Fixing David with a look first, Cynthia made a point of turning around and bending over to place her bag on the floor by the door. Being familiar with the view, David took the opportunity to see the effect of this on Steve. Both Steve and Sharon had their eyes locked on Cynthia, each too mesmerized to worry about who was observing. As Sharon turned back around, they quickly lowered their gazes, but David could see the slight blush of excitement on Sharon's face. He knew that he didn't have to interpret the look on Steve's. "Pleasant dreams, you two," Cynthia said sweetly as she slipped under the covers. David laughed to himself at how Cynthia always managed to say a lot with a few words. "Always, Cynthia," he heard Steve say. "Night." David turned the light off, slipped down under the covers, and turned back to Cynthia. Over her shoulder he saw that the curtain was still open and that the moonlight was silver on the trees. He and Cynthia often slept with curtains open on moonlit nights, and he didn't stir to close these. He heard a series of low endearments and several kisses behind him as he did the same with Cynthia. He could feel the heat from her and knew that she wanted him this night as much as he wanted her. He had a wild thought of pulling her to him and making love right there, but he held back. It was just something that had never come up between the couples, even in a joking sense, and he didn't feel bold enough to act on his own. With a final kiss, he extended his arm under Cynthia's head to cuddle her and turned on his back. As Cynthia shifted next to him and settled her head on his chest, he began the long process of getting sexual thoughts out of his head and drifting off to sleep. It was going to be a while. Suddenly, David's drifting senses jerked back into acute focus. Had it been ten minutes or thirty since he had turned off the light? It took a second for his conscious mind to register what his subconscious had known instantly: he had heard a kiss. He dismissed the idea even as his heart began to pound, but he listened intently. There it was again. A quiet smacking sound. Surely it hadn't been that long, and his friends were just saying a final goodnight. But still he listened. He heard more smacking sounds, and then he was sure that Steve and Sharon were locked in a prolonged kiss. A surge of lightheaded energy coursed through him. He had never witnessed more than a social kiss between Steve and Sharon, yet here they were obviously swallowing each other's tongue. Careful not to nudge Cynthia, he turned his head ever so slightly and worked his eyes all the way over, trying to confirm what his ears were telling him. How far were they going to take this? What he saw made his cock leap an inch. By the height of the covers on their bed, either Steve or Sharon was clearly on top of the other one. David turned his head to get a better view, wondering if Cynthia was awake as well. He hadn't noticed any movement from her yet, but she had her head on his chest and wouldn't have to move. David thanked his unwitting foresight in leaving the curtain open as he focused his eyes on the bed next to him. The figure on top's long blonde hair dropped down, slowly moving as it's owner made love with her tongue. The upper part of the back tank top extended from beneath the covers. Sharon's breasts were pressed into Steve's chest, so he couldn't see much there, but he did enjoy the view of Steve's hands massaging Sharon's shoulder blades. He thought that he could just see some slight movement where Sharon's ass would be, but he wasn't sure. As they continued kissing, Steve's hands slowly worked down Sharon's back. With each caress, he lowered the covers a little more. David knew it was probably getting hot in there. Sharon was also starting to lift herself from Steve's chest, and now David could definitely see that she was slowly twisting over him. By the time Steve reached her lower back, Sharon had nearly raised completely off of him, only her breasts making contact. Both Steve and Sharon were still trying to be quiet, but David could hear some of their inhalations as they occasionally remembered to breathe. He watched with approval as Steve's hands worked back up, then to the sides, and finally to Sharon's front. As Steve's hands began to cup the underside of Sharon's breasts, David heard a very low moan. He saw Sharon arch her back slightly to allow Steve better access. His hands stayed low for a while, however, prolonging the anticipation. David could now see Sharon's entire breast stretching the tank top, the only contact being Sharon's nipples as she impatiently dragged them across Steve's chest. Steve sensed her need and brought his fingertips together at her nipples, drawing another moan and the beginning of a pronounced rocking in Sharon's hips. "OK," Dave thought to himself, "this is going all the way. I wonder if Cynthia is catching this?" He felt it getting warm under their covers, but that could just be his excitement. He also wondered whether his friends intended for their lovemaking to be witnessed. They had waited a little while before starting, but not that long. They were being quiet, but not silent. It was hard to say. Well, he could answer one question, at least. With his arm draped over Cynthia, he took a finger and lightly traced a circle on her arm. If she were asleep, he knew it wouldn't wake her. A second later, he felt movement under his arm. His cock jumped again as he felt Cynthia lightly drag her finger over his abdomen. His mouth going dry at the implied message, he felt her begin to drill the finger in and out of his navel. The finger stopped and the hand went flat. Once again, Cynthia was communicating: Let's quietly enjoy this show, and then let's start one of our own. David's attention shifted back to the bed next to them, where things were heating up. Sharon's hips rocked back and forth, and she still locked her lips to Steve's. David felt sure that she had worked her pussy back to rub against Steve's cock. As Steve's hands left Sharon's breasts and slid the covers back over her panty-clad ass, David's suspicion was confirmed. Steve's hands then slipped under the waistband and slowly pulled the material down. David wondered how Steve and Sharon were going to get the panties off without a lot of stirring. He shouldn't have doubted his friends. Steve slowly worked the material down, aided by appropriate arching from Sharon. When her straddled legs stalled further progress, she deftly rolled one leg back over the other, bring her ass into full view. Steve worked the material down nearly to her knees, where she drew the upper leg and foot through the panties. She then rolled back over Steve, the panties forgotten on her other leg. As she started to work his boxers down, David could see Steve's cock standing proud. Soon she had worked them down far enough, and she moved above him again, rocking more forcefully now. This time the moan came from Steve. Steve's hands returned to twist Sharon's nipples through the thin material of her top. David could see them fully extended—hard between Steve's fingers. Sharon's hips were rising higher as she worked the head of Steve's cock toward her opening. Steve patiently worked her nipples, waiting for Sharon to make the final move. Close Quarters Suddenly, she did. Sharon's arm traveled down between her legs and grasped Steve's cock. With a final motion of her hips, she got it positioned at her entrance. She worked her hips back and down as she slowly sank down around his rod. David heard a louder moan from both of them—they obviously cared little about making noise at this point. With another moan, Sharon's hips started rocking again. It was a long, beautiful fuck. Steve's hands left Sharon's nipples as she relaxed her upper body onto his chest, and started roaming over her back and ass. David could hear their breathing get heavier as they ground into each other. Finally he saw Sharon raise her head slightly, clearly needing to breath harder. She kept her eyes locked on Steve's and her hands around his face. David wondered if she knew that they were being watched. Her hips began to move faster, her ass undulate more, and David could tell that she was grinding her breasts into Steve's chest. Steve, who had been content to let her do the work, started thrusting into her from below. Sharon's hips moved faster, her breathing quickened, and David knew that she was on the edge. Suddenly she locked her lips to Steve's again as her hips drove down. He heard the muffled cries as her body convulsed over his. She never stopped pumping Steve's cock as she exploded for what seemed ages. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and her body slowed it's twisting. Sharon brought her head up and looked into Steve's eyes again. Now it was his turn. Steve didn't waist any time. David knew the excitement of having Cynthia come on top of him, and he knew that Steve had to be close, after feeling Sharon's volcanic eruption all around him. Hell, he was about to come just from watching! Steve brought his hands to the top of Sharon's shoulders and pulled them down, forcing her pussy down to the base of his cock with each thrust into her. David watched, fascinated, as Sharon's ass flexed over him. Clearly, she was working his cock as hard as she could, and she knew what she was doing. Steve's motions became more frantic, and then he raised his lips in need. Sharon swiftly brought hers down and clamped onto his yet again. This time she muffled his grunts as his hands drove her shoulders down for a final time. He held them there as he jerked his hips from the bed, lifting them both as he came into her. He held himself rigid, twitching as he shot and shot. Finally, he collapsed back down and relaxed the grip on her shoulders, releasing the pressure of her pussy flattened around the base of his cock. Sharon and Steve kept their lips clamped together while they came down from the high of their lovemaking. Finally, Sharon lowered her head down beside Steve's and fully relaxed over him, his cock still nestled inside her. She still didn't look up, and David had a feeling that she didn't want to break the spell of whoever might be watching. David's attention was diverted to more immediate concerns, however, as he felt Cynthia's hand begin to stir. Cynthia drug it down so it just touched the tip of his tented cock, and he felt her chuckle as she confirmed his excitement. David felt some movement and realized that Cynthia was pulling her panties down under the covers. He felt her draw her legs through and push the panties to the bottom of the bed. She clearly did not want them to slow her down once she got started. She next reached for the waistband of his boxers and worked them over his straining cock, careful not to touch him. He helped her kick them off, trying not to make too much noise at this early stage. Cynthia was taking control, which was fine with David. She swung one leg over him and rolled on top, looking into his eyes. He saw wild desire there, and the excitement of having Steve and Sharon sharing the experience. Cynthia's wetness touched his skin, communicating her desire in another way. He felt the touch of her lips and then the pressure as she fused them to his. He ran his hands over her back, feeling the straps of her bra, and an idea came to him. He had seen both Steve and Sharon's stare at Cynthia earlier in the evening, and he decided to give them something to look at now. He reached down and pulled one of her knees forward, beside his chest, then the other, until Cynthia was straddling him. He then brought his hands to the back of her bra and unclasped it, getting a purr of approval from Cynthia. Instead of working it over her head, however, he brought his hands to her shoulders and raised her up, watching her eyes all the while. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, highlighted by the black band across her chest, where the bra still hung from her shoulders. Cynthia, eyes afire, slowly shrugged her shoulders toward him as he reached for the straps, and the bra fell into his hands. David luxuriated in the scene before him. Cynthia was every man's fantasy, a goddess on a moonlight rendezvous with her lover. Her face, framed by black hair, radiated love and passion, and her breasts glowed in the light. David couldn't remember ever seeing her nipples so pronounced before. Instinctively he reached up to cup each breast from beneath, just as Steve had with Sharon. He was rewarded by a long sigh from Cynthia. Slowly he worked his hands toward her nipples, circling them with his fingers. Cynthia had closed her eyes and was swaying above him, waiting for the electric contact of his fingers, and he answered her need, drawing a gasp and an involuntary push of her breasts into his hands. He twirled and pulled on her nipples, relishing the feel of hot, hard nubs under his fingers. David was intensely excited as he thought of Steve and Sharon taking in this show. This time, both he and Cynthia knew their friends were watching. Cynthia was now grinding her pussy into his upper groin, bathing him with her juices. Sensing her readiness, David dropped his hands slowly, drawing Cynthia gently down by her nipples. He then held her hips and worked them back until the upper side of his cock was sliding along her outer lips, just as Steve and Sharon had done. Cynthia once more fused her lips to his, and he felt her hot breath on his face. He brought his hands back to her nipples, and reveled in the feeling of her pussy lips working back and forth along his cock. He and Cynthia often spent time this way when making love, because it brought tremendous pleasure without bringing orgasm on too quickly. Cynthia worked David expertly. The light pressure of her lips sensitized his cock until he could feel the tingling down his legs. Impatiently, he reached around between her legs and pressed his cock firmly against her glowing pussy, drawing an approving murmur from Cynthia. She raised up and allowed him to position his cock at her entrance. Lifting up slightly and arching her back, she angled her opening to match his towering rod and sunk back, engulfing him. David felt the liquid heat spread down his cock and then the pressure on his hips as Cynthia bottomed out. He let Cynthia set the pace, knowing that she would take care of them both. Cynthia locked her arms on either side of him and slowly pivoted on them, making for long, slow strokes on his cock. David's gaze alternated between her breasts and her eyes as he enjoyed the physical sensation as well as her love for him. Knowing this was an experience to savor, he resisted thrusting. Cynthia would shift into higher gear soon enough. She didn't disappoint him, dropping to her elbows and hunkering down over him, angling her clit for maximum friction. The physical part of their lovemaking gained the ascendancy as she started driving back around his cock. David pushed back almost by reflex. Cynthia's breath got ragged, and she wasn't paying attention to anyone else in the room. From long experience, David knew that her orgasm was coming on soon, and the sight of it would drive his own. Cynthia's face came down beside his as she rushed to the edge of release. David could feel the moisture on her face and hair—a testament to her heat. He massaged her ass as he heard the moans start deep in her throat. The sensations in his cock jumped to a new level as he held back the flood in his balls. Suddenly, Cynthia locked her lips to his as she twisted over him, moaning her release into his mouth. Her pussy convulsed around his cock, ripping his orgasm from deep within him. He drove deep into her and held there, letting her aftershocks squeeze his cock as it pumped. What an intense feeling! Nor did he let go for a while, wanting to savor every bit of this orgasm. There was nothing like just lying and relaxing after a powerful come, letting Cynthia lie atop him. Finally, the afterglow died down enough that normal thought started again. David remembered that two others were in the room and he laughed to himself. He hoped that they had enjoyed it. He felt Cynthia pulling up, and he looked into her eyes, giving her a wink. She smiled back and reached down to give him a lingering kiss. Cynthia then eased down beside him and he pillowed her head in his arm. Sometimes sex was so powerful and complete that they were worn out afterwards. Both he and Cynthia dropped off to sleep quickly. ******************* Morning dawned, and the sunlight waxed through the window onto the sleeping friends. David's consciousness slowly reasserted itself, blowing away the mists of slumber and dream. With it, his memory of the night before rushed back to him, and he relived the excitement of those events. Another feeling accompanied this recollection, however: How would they all react to the night before? Would they talk about it? Or would they just try to ignore it and go on with their vacation—was the intense feeling of the night before too much to acknowledge? There was going to be some awkwardness this morning after, of that David felt certain. They were all naked under the sheets, and the first person to rise would have to set the tone. He knew that this time would come soon, because he could hear the stirrings of Steven and Sharon as they woke to the new day. Although he was lying on his side facing their bed, David didn't look over there yet. If there was going to be awkwardness, there was no use making it worse. He felt a stirring behind him. Cynthia snuggled behind him, molding herself to his back and draping her arm over his side. He felt her small patch of pubic hair on his ass and the warmth of her hips, and he thought of the many times that Cynthia had pleasured him in this position. She was tight enough behind him to indicate affection, but David figured that it was to indicate acceptance of the night before—nothing more. Their lovemaking of the night before had been in response to their friends. He was sure that Cynthia would not have started that on her own. He jumped, then, when Cynthia's hand began to move under the sheets. She caressed his chest, moving back and forth from his neck to his navel. He felt and heard the soft smack of her lips as she kissed his back. David wondered if she was just teasing him, but then he noticed that Cynthia was slowly working the sheets down his body, exposing her hand as it ran through his chest hair. He heard some movement from the other bed, but didn't look up to see what it meant. As his nipples became exposed to whoever was watching, Cynthia began to pay particular attention there, circling them and lightly pinching them. Suddenly, he knew that Cynthia was communicating to him once again. She and David were going to make love this morning, with the strong light pouring through the window. David's cock, already stirring, jumped at this realization. Cynthia's hand began to work further down, bring the sheets along with it. David realized that she was going to put him on display. His heart started hammering in his chest. Last night in the moonlight was one thing, but this morning, Cynthia was going to play with his cock in full view of their friends. She continued to drag the sheets downward until she pulled them back over his legs. David felt the cool air on his cock, and he wondered if his friends were watching. He looked up, and he saw Sharon's eyes boring into his, shining with excitement. He also saw Steven watching the action as he propped up his head behind her. David jumped as Cynthia's hand possessively covered his cock and then slid down to cup his balls. He dropped his eyes to the action below as she began to run her hand along the underside of his shaft, making sure that their friends had a good view. David sighed to let Cynthia know that he was enjoying this. There certainly wasn't any reason to keep quiet this morning. Cynthia kept the pressure light, so David knew that she was planning something else—what would it be? Cynthia's hand left his cock and moved to his hip, where it began to pull back, turning him over. As he rolled onto his back, he saw her face for the first time this morning. As small smile played about her lips as they reached down to kiss him. Her lips started moving down his chest, and his cock hardened even more when he figured where they were headed. Cynthia kept covered as she worked down David's body. She wanted the focus to be on him for now. David began to feel a little exposed as he realized that he was going to receive pleasure alone. It wasn't so much his nakedness as the fact that his responses and emotions would be the focus of everyone's attention. He wondered it Cynthia was going to blow him all the way to orgasm, a solitary orgasm where Sharon and Steve experienced every detail of his reaction. It was kind of like the first time that he had masturbated for Cynthia, yet stronger since Sharon and Steve were his friends and not his lovers. A flush of excitement and a little fear thrilled along his limbs as he waited for the touch of Cynthia's lips. He groaned as they touched the head of his cock and immediately slipped all the way down. Cynthia immediately started sucking him as she worked up and down his shaft. This was no warm-up. Her hand alternated between cupping his balls and probing down between his legs as she kept the view clear for Sharon and Steve to watch her lips drag along his cock. David felt the heat begin to center between his legs, and he suddenly broke free of any concern about exposing his emotions. "God, that feels great, Cynthia," he groaned, the first words aloud since they all went to bed the night before. "Enjoy yourself," Cynthia said when she pulled away from his shaft and looked up at him. She immediately returned to her task. David allowed his body to respond to the pleasure Cynthia was giving him. He pulled his hands behind his head and drew up his legs a bit so that he could writhe freely, and just let his body go. He arched his back and rocked his hips back and forth as he groaned with each downward motion of Cynthia's mouth. He spread his legs apart to give Cynthia better access to his balls and ass as her had continued to ply back and forth. David was completely in her power at this point, and he didn't care who knew about it. Cynthia made the most of the opportunity, working her hand under his ass and massaging each cheek. David continued to revel in the sensations and the knowledge that they were being watched, and he felt the pressure begin to center in his cock and balls. He passed the point where he knew that the dam was going to eventually break—it was just a matter of time. His moaning became louder. Cynthia felt his excitement and increased the pressure of her lips. The heat and pressure became unbearable. David was now nearly flailing about on the bed. "Oh god, Cynthia. I'm going to come! Uh, uh, uh...ahhhhhhhh!" David cried as he lifted his hips and exploded into her mouth. He continued to groan as wave after wave crashed through his cock and balls, each sending another jet shooting up into Cynthia's hungry mouth. Cynthia continued to pump him as she worked every bit of pleasure from his explosion. He had experienced many memorable orgasms with Cynthia, one just the night before, but this was one of the most intense. It was a while before he stopped twisting under her and settled back onto the bed with a sigh. "That was incredible, Cynthia," he said when she gently lifted her lips from the tip of his shaft and turned her face toward him. "Thanks a million. I love you." "I love you, too, David," she smiled. David could see the little question dancing in her eyes: I wonder if anything is going to happen to me? While he came down from his orgasm, David's mind was slowly returning from Cynthia's spell, and he knew that it was time to take control of the situation. A plan rapidly formed in his mind as he reached down to guide her shoulders up to him. David let Cynthia bring the sheet up with her shoulders, covering them both. As she lied down on him, he kissed her deeply, tasting his salty tang in her mouth. He caressed her back and slowly slid the sheet down. Cynthia was pressed against him, however, so she wasn't exposed. That was going to change. David still felt the erotic surge at being the center of attention, and he was going to give Cynthia the same opportunity, maybe even more so. Cynthia's breath was getting hot, and David worked his hands around to her sides, lifting her up until she was on her hands and knees over him. He saw the heat in her eyes as her breast lifted up over him, in clear view of their friends. David looked deep into those eyes as he brought his hands around to her front. He was going to watch her pleasure himself. Cynthia's gaze grew distant as his fingertips brushed her nipples and circled her aureola. The nipples were already firm, but they became rock hard as he lightly worked over and around them. Occasionally she would focus and smile down at him, and then she would lose herself in sensation again. "Uummm," Cynthia purred as he increased the pressure. She was swaying above him now, and he brought one hand down and slid the sheet completely off her back and legs, given their friends an unhindered view of her body. He slid under her until he could tease her nipples with his tongue. David stole a glance over to the other bed and saw the two pairs of eyes riveted on the action. Steve's arm wrapped around Sharon—probably massaging her nipples. He saw Steve swallow, obviously turned on. David took each of Cynthia's breasts and worked the nipple deep into his mouth, sucking harder as he heard Cynthia's sighs become deeper. David felt a light touch of wetness where Cynthia's legs straddled his, and he smiled at her excitement. The time was right to finish his plan. David took her ass into his hands and tugged forward, signaling Cynthia to slide her hips forward over his waiting tongue. He often pleasured her in this position at home, so she knew the signal. This time, however, he hadn't left her room to bury her face in the pillow, so she was forced to rise up and nearly sit over him. In this way, Steve and Sharon were going to enjoy every detail of her response to his tongue lashing. "Enjoy yourself," he said, and he laughed as he saw her wry look. "At least you won't be able to make wisecracks for a while," Cynthia said as she lowered her pussy over him. He heard her sigh as he licked the length of her lips. Despite her banter, Cynthia was feeling a little apprehensive at her physical and emotional nakedness. Sex usually involved the full attention of both partners, where each one was too occupied to fully scrutinize the other. Only those times when David sat back and used his hands on her, or she pleasured herself in front of him, did he have sufficient leisure to take in her every sound and movement. Before meeting David, she had seldom shared with a partner at that level. Her marriage with David had deepened her trust over the years, and she was very comfortable sharing every emotion with him—in fact, she enjoyed it immensely. Now, however, she was bringing two more people into that level of intimacy with her inner self. She recognized how David must have felt minutes before when he writhed under her. She had to admit that he had turned the tables quite well. She was open on all sides, with all her facial expressions and body movements on complete display. The only thing not visible was her shins. Close Quarters At the same time, Cynthia fell the shivers of exhilaration travel through her body. Her philosophizing was quickly receding into the back of her mind as heat built up between her legs. She had both her arms just beyond David's head, and she used them to rock back and forth, grinding herself into David's tongue. Damn, did it feel good! David watched her breasts swing as she rocked over him. He saw her face relax, and he knew that she had totally surrendered herself to him and to their friends. He slid he hands down her back and cupped her ass in his hands. He saw her arch her back, her tits jutting out even more. "You feel so good, David. Please don't stop." David had no intention of stopping. He had been concentrating on her lower pussy lips to stretch out Cynthia's ascent to orgasm, but he now moved higher and licked full around her protruding clitoris. As he heard Cynthia's moan, he started working his fingers along the crevice of her ass. Cynthia was increasing the pressure each time she rocked back into his face, and he flattened his tongue against her nub, never letting up. Cynthia felt the fire spreading through her hips, and she reached the point of no return. At some level, she knew that she looked like a helpless bitch in heat, but she no longer cared. She felt the need in her nipples, and she brought one hand up to furiously twist and pull, starting another path of pleasure to her searing pussy. David saw her hand, and he knew Cynthia's need. Several years of marriage had taught him much about her, and he drew his tongue back, letting Cynthia's pussy grind directly into his chin. Most times, this would be too much stimulation, but once in a while Cynthia reached a white-hot point where she needed it hard and fast. "Yes, baby, yes," Cynthia whispered as she ground her hips back and forth over his face. She felt his fingers caress her ass, felt herself attack her nipple, and felt the hot grinding on her sex. She felt the edge come near and she greedily pushed herself over it. From deep within her an involuntary moan built up into a hoarse cry. "Ohhhhh—aahhhhhhhhh!" Cynthia exclaimed as she threw her head back and dropped her weight on David's chin, squeezing the maximum intensity from the spasms in her pussy. Each one sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her. As the spasms subsided, she dropped her head down, almost too exhausted to support herself. David brought his hands up to support her shoulders, and she slumped into them, whimpering. Cynthia stayed like that for a while as she slowly returned to earth. David watched her eyes slowly gain focus again, and then lock on his. Her eyes testified to the ecstasy she had experienced. He saw no self-consciousness or concern as she smiled down at him. "You took me to another universe, David. Thank you. I love you." "Any time, honey," David replied, as he helped her rise up again. David sat back against the headboard and helped Cynthia recline between his legs. They both luxuriated in the afterglow of powerful orgasms, and they both anticipated some hot action on the bed next to them. Not disappointing, Steve turned Sharon's head back to give her a long kiss. Steve brought his hand under the sheet, obviously pinching and rubbing Sharon's nipples. David swallowed hard—he was already getting turned on. His excitement level rose as he heard Sharon's moans, and Steve pulled back the sheet to expose her breasts to his gaze. Somewhere in the night, she had lost the tank top. David hungrily devoured the sight, and he was a little relieved that Cynthia could not see him stare. Sharon's eyes flickered over his. He saw in her glance some of the same nervousness that he and Cynthia had felt, but also the reflected heat from their lovemaking. Sharon was not going to last long. Steve pulled Sharon onto her back and dropped his lips to her chest. David watched, fascinated, as Steve caught Sharon's nipples lightly in his teeth and pulled upward, causing them to elongate and snap back, only to be stimulated again. Sharon was clearly loosing control of herself as she began humping her hips. Steve moved his knee between her legs and she immediately started grinding her pussy against his thigh. A long moan escaped her lips. "B-b-baby, y-you feel good," Sharon mumbled. David saw Steve's grin of satisfaction—any sense of pride, modesty, or decency in Sharon was subsumed by passion. Sharon was moaning continually now, her body covered with a sheen that testified to her molten state. With his conquest complete, Steve moved to give his wife some relief. He trailed his tongue down her abdomen toward her writhing pussy. Just before reaching it, he pulled back, dropped his head, and licked long and deep from one end to the other. Sharon nearly screamed with the intensity of the contact. David could see that Steve wasn't going to tease her with his tongue. Steve kept it flattened on her clit as he humped her with his mouth—cupping her ass in his hands and pulling her pussy into his face. From Sharon's look of abandon, this was exactly what she needed. Her fingers had moved to her nipples and were busy repeating the workout that Steve had given them. David couldn't believe how hard she was pulling and twisting herself. He knew that most women liked their nipples worked harder when they were really turned on, and judging from Sharon's attack, she was one turned-on bitch. Steve kept up the pressure on her clit, and took her rapidly to the brink. Finally, when she approached the edge, he reduced the pressure and let her teeter for a few seconds, to build up the anticipation of the fall. Sharon's moans changed pitch to a suggestion of impending insanity, so Steve relented and gave her the final push. She hesitated a second, and then plummeted into the dark depths of release. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, aahh, aahh!" she moaned, over and over. David drank in every detail of her explosive orgasm. Her eyes squeezed shut, her fingers pulled her nipples taut, and her hips lifted off the bed, alternately pushing at Steve's lips and seeking to escape. He could see the spasms ripple through her body. Slowly, the aftershocks lessened in frequency and her hips came to rest on the sheets. Sharon's eyes fluttered open and began to focus, but her fingers stayed locked on her nipples. Steve lessened the pressure on her pussy and then slowly pulled away. With her heightened sensitivity, Sharon squirmed and giggled at this loss of contact. She squeezed her legs together, as if trying to hold in the intense pleasure that she had experienced. After a minute or so, her eyes opened fully, and David could see consciousness take hold again. Sharon raised her head and expressed her thanks with a look deep into Steve's eyes. Steve raised up on his knees and looked down at the ravished bitch that used to be his wife. David could see Steve's engorged cock, and he knew that Steve needed no preliminaries. Steve had now watched three explosive orgasms, and he must be about to burst himself. Sharon sensed the same thing, because she rolled over and rose up on her hands and knees. David watched her breasts swing as she arched her back and presented her pussy to Steve's hungry gaze. He immediately responded and positioned his cock to slide into her. As he started forward, Sharon rammed back until her ass was pressed deep into his hips. "Give it to me baby—hard!" Sharon urged, and she dropped her head and anchored her arms. Steve grabbed her waist and began working her pussy back and forth over his cock. His gaze was fixed on her smooth ass cheeks as they alternately exposed and covered his rod. Sharon's previous orgasm had apparently not worn her out as she hungrily twisted and turned into Steve's rigid cock. David could feel his cock pressing into Cynthia's back as he watched Sharon thoroughly enjoying herself. David heard a sigh from close by. With a start, he realized that he was absently rubbing the bottom of Cynthia's breasts. As he looked down, he saw that Cynthia had worked a hand under the sheet and was lightly rubbing between her legs. His cock hardened considerably at the sight, and he felt Cynthia shift to let it spring upward. David raised his hands to cup her breasts, and he felt Cynthia slowly twist her body, grinding back against his cock. Whether she was doing it for his benefit or as a response to her masturbation, David didn't care. He was just thrilled that she was as turned-on as he was. David watched the scene beside him like a kid in a candy store. He alternated between Sharon's face, lost in passion; her magnificent breasts, swaying back and forth with hardened nipples; and her smooth ass, pushing back into Steve's hips. He couldn't believe that he had spent years sneaking glances at Sharon's tits or ass under a swimsuit or tight outfit, and now he could drink in everything he had fantasized about, up close and hot. Sharon's tits began bouncing as Steve drove into her harder. Steve was rapidly approaching the release he had been needing for the last hour. "I don't think I can hold back this time," he muttered. "Baby, it's all right. Just give it to me," Sharon responded. With that permission, Steve started slapping into her. Sharon had a look of satisfaction at giving her lover what he needed most. She arched her back and pushed harder into his thrusts. Steve's ragged breaths turned into hoarse moans as he worked his way to the cliff edge. "Oh god, Unhhhhh!" he exclaimed as he pulled Sharon's pussy deep around his rod and exploded into her. His body remained rigid as David and Cynthia watched his abdomen twitch with each spasm. David was so intent on the sight that he was unconsciously squeezing Cynthia's nipples in time to the action. Steve dropped down and leaned forward to meet Sharon's upturned mouth in a hot kiss of thanks. Sharon's kiss lingered, and David guessed that she wasn't quite through with Steve yet. Nor was he disappointed as Sharon pulled away from Steve's dripping cock, turned over, and spread her legs under him, reaching up to tug him down to her. David knew that he couldn't take another session like that as a spectator. Cynthia's self-pleasure wasn't helping his peace of mind either. "Honey, let's make love," he whispered into her ear. "Oh god, yes," was the reply, and he felt her shifting immediately. David worked from behind Cynthia and lowered her back onto the bed, enjoying the sight of her hand still working between her legs. He moved over her as she raised her legs and grabbed his cock, guiding it inside her hot passage. They locked lips in a passionate kiss as they heard the kisses and moans beside them. David then raised up and gazed into Cynthia's eyes as he slowly slid in and out of her. She looked supremely loving and happy. Both Cynthia and David felt good to have achieved the other's complete trust and release. It took a lot to breach the calm self-control that each of them possessed. At the same time, they had shared some of their most intimate acts with their two friends, and they knew that the friendship had been deepened. David's eyes never left Cynthia's as they both worked to another orgasm. He quickened his pace and was rewarded by Cynthia pulling her legs back further, giving him deeper penetration. Cynthia knitted her brow in concentration when she started twisting her nipples again, and he pushed forward to grind against her clit. Cynthia moaned as she arched her back, and she looked deep into his eyes as she suddenly went over the edge again. David's orgasm was building fast, and the sight of his beautiful wife writhing under him combined with all the emotion of the morning brought it to a peak. He pushed deep into her and held tight as waves of pleasure washed through him. After the last wave had broken, David lowered himself to Cynthia and kissed her deeply. They lied there for a while, too drained to even notice how there friends were doing. When David recovered enough to look, he saw that Steve and Sharon were in the same afterglow as he and Cynthia. "First dibs on the shower!" called Steve after a long rest period. He and Sharon got up and padded toward the bathroom. "As long as we get it next time!" replied Cynthia. Sharon winked and closed the door. * Please take a moment to vote and offer any comments. They mean a lot. Note: This story is a revision of my story originally submitted to the alt.sex.stories.moderated newsgroup under the name "Antonio." It now has a sequel if you are interested—see below. Close Quarters Ch. 02 Second part of a two part series. Have you ever wanted to make love while your best friends watch? How intimate would you get? What would you confess? Several months passed before they took another trip together. Matching schedules between two families is never easy, but they kept working the logistics until it happened. "Looking forward to seeing Sharon again?" Cynthia asked, a sparkle in her eye. She and David were enjoying the evening after putting the kids to bed. "She's great at keeping the dinner conversation lively, isn't she?" David answered. Cynthia just rolled her eyes. "Nice dodge, but I know better. However, I'll be honest and say I've been looking forward to spending some exclusive time with our friends myself. We've had a pretty good time reliving that weekend, haven't we?" "You've been a tigress," David said, to a chuckle from Cynthia. "Not that I'm complaining, either. It's also brought us closer together as friends. You're right, I can't look at Sharon the same way anymore. I am looking forward to seeing both of them, and them seeing us." "It adds a little to the anticipation when you know we only have one room, doesn't it?" "Yeah, it does," David said to a stirring in his jeans. "You and Sharon did a nice job finding the place." "I figured when we only had one night, we should spend it close to home and enjoy it. Besides, there's some good food downtown and we'll get to try it." "And then dessert back at the room," David said brightly. "Something like that, yes," Cynthia chuckled. "Speaking of that, I might be tempted by a little dessert tonight," she said, fixing him with a smile. "Lead on, madam," David said as he got up. "A little eager, are we?" Cynthia laughed and got up as David pulled the chair for her. She leaned back into his arms and whispered, "Just thinking about it is turning me on. You've got another tigress in your arms tonight." Driving home after work on Friday, David reminisced about their "dessert." Cynthia's passion had fueled his own, and they experienced a memorable night. He was looking forward to another one tonight. This time, David and Cynthia picked up their friends, and they made it to their downtown LA hotel in reasonable time. "Nice to just drop the car and walk after this," David said as the doorman took their bags. "Yeah, we drive enough in LA as it is," Steve replied. "It was cool not to have too much traffic coming over here—we can enjoy a cocktail before dinner." The two couples quickly hung up their clothes and headed out for the evening. While no one spoke of it, an air of expectation hung in the room—how would this evening end? It started well enough. Sharon led them to a bar she had heard of, and they found a table, got a drink, and caught up with each other. "Ah, it's nice to be adults again," Cynthia observed, toasting her companions. "Hear, hear!" the group toasted back. Dinner found the couples seated at a place that Cynthia wanted them to try. They enjoyed a great evening of food, wine, and conversation. Holding hands on the way back, the couples talked quietly, the anticipation building. "Perhaps David and I should just get ready for bed together," Cynthia said when they got back to the room. "Might save you some time." "Good idea," Sharon answered. "Go ahead." David wondered what Cynthia had in mind as she pulled him into the bathroom. "I thought we might spend some time on the balcony while they're in here," Cynthia explained. "Brush out my hair?" David took the brush to a sigh of approval from Cynthia. They undressed, and David smiled when he saw the sheer bra and panties on his wife. "You look smashing, my darling," he said dramatically. "You don't say?" she answered, batting an eye. "Let's hope the balcony is a little hidden." "Not wanting to show off?" "Oh, I do—just for a private audience tonight," she replied. "We'll wow the public some other day." David laughed and filed that away for future reference. He knew Cynthia, and he knew she wanted him to wonder. "All yours," Cynthia announced as she paraded out of the bathroom. "You'll find us on the balcony." "Sounds fun," Sharon replied. "Come on, Steven, let's catch up with those two." Steve rolled his tongue back into his mouth and followed his wife into the bathroom. Cynthia took David's hand and pulled back the balcony door. They stepped out, and she moved to the railing. David stepped behind her and encircled her waist. "Lovely view," Cynthia said, looking out. "I think we're reasonably safe. No other hotels looking into this one." "The view's pretty good here, too," David said, nuzzling her neck. Cynthia sighed. "You have such a way with words." "Let's see what I can do without them." David's fingertips lightly brushed across her arms, sending an electric current through her. "Ohhh," she whispered. She shivered to his touch as his hands explored her arms, neck, back, and upper legs. "I love you, Cynthia. You are the sexiest woman alive." "I am just on fire." The door gently slid back, and Sharon led Steven out onto the balcony. "You two are looking romantic," Sharon said as she joined them at the railing. "Steven, why don't we try what they're doing? It sure seems to be working for them." Cynthia chuckled as David continued his caresses. Both ladies watched each other as their husbands' hands brushed fire along their skin. "Let's try out those beds," Cynthia whispered after a while. They went inside. Cynthia sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the place beside her. David joined her, wondering what she had in mind. He saw the other couple sit across from them. Cynthia wasn't sure yet, but she was in the mood to open herself further to their friends. The memories of their previous encounter often resonated in her mind. The confession of her sexual side to Steve and Sharon had driven her excitement, and she wanted to confess more this time. She leaned over to kiss David, figuring that her body would know what to do. David kissed her passionately. The session on the balcony had gotten both of them aroused. His hand moved over her breast, and she moaned. He gently kneaded through the material of her bra, and then he brushed over the fastener, asking a question with his fingers. "Yes," Cynthia breathed, and David undid her bra, pulling it away and returning to her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under his fingers, rock hard. He alternated gentle caresses with firmer twists, pulling the nubs between his fingers. Cynthia's breath ran hot in his mouth. As David's hand wandered below Cynthia's breasts, she clamped her lips tighter to his. She wanted him to move downward. He moved a little more each time, finally brushing her legs. A moan communicated Cynthia's approval, but she made no motion to lie down. Was she going to let him work his hand between her legs here—facing their friends? His heart started to pound. David moved his hand along the top of her leg, still wondering how far she wanted this to go. At one point, his hand brushed both her knees, and he jumped when he felt her legs move slightly apart. He grew a little more bold, and started caressing the insides of her legs. Cynthia moaned several times while he worked, and slowly moved her legs further apart. David slid his hand up toward the waist of her panties, with the thought of working around to the front. As his fingers brushed the waistband, David got a shock. He felt Cynthia's hand on his, and she guided his finger under the waistband. She rocked to the side. She wanted them off! In a daze, David hooked the material and began pulling it down. Cynthia continued to lock her lips to his, and he could sense her mounting arousal. David's other hand left her nipple and began to tug the other side of her panties. Cynthia planted her arms and lifted her ass off the bed, allowing him to fully pull the material down around her knees. She then drew her legs up together, which got the panties completely off. She kept her knees together, but still gave no hint that she wanted to move or lie down. David knew that Cynthia was deeply into the moment. Any parting of her legs would let Steve and Sharon see straight to heaven. He still couldn't quite believe that she was going to show herself so openly. On the other hand, her lips told a different story. She was really hot, and David decided to see how far this was going to go. He repeated his caressing of her legs, and she responded the same as before, moaning each time his hand moved along the inner side. He could feel the space between her legs just barely increase, and he finally shrugged off any doubts about going too far in this game. He also realized that one of the rules was that Cynthia would act passively—at least for a time—while he acted like the one directing this show. He increased the pressure of his caresses, and was rewarded by a louder series of moans. Steve and Sharon could definitely hear those. Confident now that she really wanted this, David began to work his hand completely between her knees. She yielded easily, and David brought his hand back toward her junction, using it to guide her legs apart. He stroked just the outer lips of her pussy and enjoyed her struggle to push his fingers deeper, while not being too obvious about it. David could feel her body tremble and knew that she was feverish with excitement. He decided it was time to give Steve and Sharon a full view of the action, and pushed her right leg with his fingers, just hard enough to get the message across. Cynthia understood perfectly. David's cock thrilled as he felt her move her leg further and further in response to his hand. Her pussy was now fully exposed, the puffy lips just starting to part and reveal the pink inside. David opened her other leg and then pulled back. He took in his wife's fully naked figure leaning back on the bed, completely open to their friends' view. He could not remember ever seeing her so hot. He looked up at Cynthia's face and saw her half-lidded eyes looking down as his fingers possessively massaged either side of her opening. Her eyes jumped up and bored straight into his, and he saw an erotic mixture of love, wickedness, intense desire, and surprise at herself. He kept the connection as he briefly dipped a finger into her tunnel, and he saw the flame of desire leap even higher. He wasn't going to rush this, however. David worked a finger on either side of Cynthia's pussy lips, letting her arousal fully develop. Cynthia was starting to flex her hips, and she leaned back on her arms for support. Cynthia felt wicked and completely turned on. She knew that, on one level, she was confessing her solitary sexual need by lying back and letting David pleasure her. At another level, she felt the intense relationship of the four people in the room. That helped her release from any restraints. She tilted her head back and moaned deeply and loudly, and pushed her pussy into David's busy hand. A wave of heat washed over her body. With a start, she perceived that someday, she would hold nothing back from her friends at all, and would let them watch her in any way they pleased. "We never stop learning new things about ourselves," she thought, but then let her thoughts subside as she concentrated on the intense pleasure radiating from her sex. David stole a quick glance at his friends and saw the intense look on their faces and the concentration on his hand. He took a finger and slid it deeply into Cynthia's pussy, eliciting another moan. He then slid it up and started working around the hood of her clit, the moisture making his finger glide freely. Cynthia began humping into his hand, giving all of herself to her friends. David sped up his massage and focused on her clit as Cynthia bucked and moaned. His hand became a blur as Cynthia pushed toward the edge. Steven and Sharon could see her chest heave and her nipples harden even more than before. Her skin shone from her heat. Cynthia felt herself pass the point of no return, and she clamped down to build the tension to the breaking point. An explosion was forming, drawing its energy from every point of her body. Exquisite pleasure radiated from her pussy as she held on. The heat and pressure built and built, demanding release. With one last effort, she gripped her legs around David's hand and squeezed, confining the pleasure until it exploded throughout her body. Mindless of anything, she threw her head back and cried out "Aaahhh, aaahhh!," as her body shuddered. David could feel the spasms travel through her pussy as she writhed around his arm. Cynthia opened her legs again and continued to moan and buck, milking every last drop of pleasure from her orgasm. Finally, she collapsed, shaking, her hair falling onto her chest as she dropped her head. She covered his hand in hers, holding him close while she returned to Earth. David lifted her chin and kissed her deeply. "Oh God, Cynthia, that was a huge turn-on," Steven said. Sharon just nodded her head, not sure if she could speak clearly. Rising, she tugged Steven up as well. She reached around and unsnapped her bra, then quickly tugged her panties down and kicked them off. She tugged on Steven's boxers, and he got them the rest of the way off in a hurry. David could see the excitement of her erect nipples. He also couldn't miss Steven's iron spring free from his boxers. Sharon then turned to Steven and kissed him savagely, running her hands along his ass in an invitation to reciprocate. He took the hint. Sharon broke the kiss and gently pushed Steven down to a sitting position on the bed with his knees apart. Turning around, she sat down against him and leaned her head back to kiss again. Steven cupped her breasts in his hands, working his way to her extended nipples. Sharon sighed, and spread her knees far apart, giving her friends an unobstructed view. As her pussy opened up, David could see the signs of arousal. Soon, he heard Sharon saying, "Get inside me." Sharon lifted herself up to sit in Steven's lap. She was going to fuck Steven in full view of her friends. Steven placed his hands on her ass to guide her onto him. She took his cock and placed it at her entrance. Steven then slowly let her sink down around his rod. It was David's turn to stare wide-eyed as he witnessed the complete opening of his friends to him. Cynthia sat up and leaned next to him, intent as well. He could see Steven's cock spread Sharon's pussy lips on her way down and drag them on her way up. His gaze traveled up to her beautiful breasts and then on to her eyes, which were half open but looking right at him. His cock poked through his fly, rock hard. "Enjoying the show?" Cynthia whispered. David just nodded. "Me, too." She gave his cock a gentle squeeze. Sharon riveted their eyes again when she trailed a finger down to her pussy, slowly rubbing around her clit. "Fuck," David breathed. Cynthia's breath caught in her throat. They couldn't believe that Sharon was masturbating right in front of them. Sharon moaned and closed her eyes, tingling with arousal at sharing herself so openly. Waves of pleasure radiated from her pussy and washed over her. She increased the pressure on her clit, feeling Steven's hard cock plunging deep. Cynthia and David watched, rapt, as Sharon's chest arched and a flush started down from her neck. The color crept to her swollen breasts, tight and hard. She panted with effort, and drove her fingers to a blur. Behind her, Steven grunted with the effort of driving his rod upward to meet her motions. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" Sharon gasped. "Uh, uh, uh, ahhhhhhhhhh!" she wailed, pressing her fingers deep into her core. Her body shuddered and twitched through her orgasm, but she kept riding Steven. "I'm coming!" he announced as he drove his hips upward, pushing his cock as deep as it would go. "Ugghhhhhh!" Cynthia and David watched his balls twitch as he emptied himself into his wife. They stayed pressed together, grunting as the aftershocks passed from one to another. Finally, Steven lowered his hips, and Sharon followed, settling in his lap. "Whew! That was something!" she exclaimed. "I came really hard." "Me, too!" Steven added. "Watching you come drove me right over the edge. Wow!" "Looked pretty fantastic from here," Cynthia observed. "Unbelievable," David said. "Sharon, you flushed deep red—you're still glowing. What an orgasm." He wasn't lying. Sharon's pussy was still flushed, the outer lips swollen, and the inner lips clinging around Steven's cock. He committed the sight to memory. "So I guess you liked the show, huh?" Sharon asked. "I had fun showing myself to you, especially after watching Cynthia get off." "You got me going again," Cynthia answered "and I think it's about time to give poor David some relief." She took his hand and lifted him to his feet, guiding his boxers over his jutting erection and then down over his feet. She then scooted close and kissed the head of his cock, finally plunging down. "Oh, fuck," David groaned. Cynthia backed off and kissed his cock all over, keeping him aroused but not too far. She had other plans, and she dropped a hand to her pussy, working her arousal level up to his. Sharon pulled herself off of Steven's cock and settled back into him so they could both watch. They alternated their eyes from the sight of Cynthia's lips teasing David's cock to the sight of her fingers framing her prominent clit. Suddenly, she stood and kissed David fiercely. He responded, pulling her tight. Cynthia broke the kiss, and then turned and bent over the bed, spreading her legs and presenting her swollen pussy to him. "Fuck me hard," she ordered. David lined his up cock and Cynthia immediately pushed back, flattening her ass against him. Sharon and Steven watched, mesmerized by the naked lust in front of them. Cynthia had positioned herself slightly to the side so they had an excellent view of her pussy getting reamed by David's meat. They could also see Cynthia continue to work her clit, clearly driving herself to another orgasm. David pushed hard but not too fast. He knew Cynthia would speed up when she was ready, and he wanted to save himself for that. Sure enough, she started bouncing back into him, and he picked up the pace. Sharon and Steven thrilled to the sound of lightly slapping hips as they watched Cynthia's ass flatten and her breasts shake with each thrust. "Give it to me, David!" Cynthia hissed. David grabbed her hips and slammed into her, the slaps much louder and mixed with grunts from both of them. "I'm gonna come, baby!" "Yes!" Cynthia responded, her hand a blur. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, aggggghhhhhhh!" David moaned as he pulled her hips back hard and spewed into her. Her pussy clamped the underside of his cock, and the cum surged past in jolts of fire. David's climax drove Cynthia over the edge. She threw her head back as she convulsed around him. Strangled whimpers and sobs escaped her lips. Her hand clamped her white-hot clit, the waves of heat crashing through her body. Sharon and Steven held their breath—sharing the intensity of their friends' lovemaking. Their skin prickled and little tremors shot through them in response to the scene before them. "Damn," Steven said under his breath. Sharon squeezed his hand in hers. They watched Cynthia and David come back to earth. Cynthia hung her head in surrender. David ran his hands along her back, ass, and legs, prolonging the intimacy between them. Finally, he gently eased out of her, and they both sighed at the loss of feeling. David guided her onto the bed, and he settled beside her, nibbling and sucking at her lips. "I love you," he said. "I know." They both chuckled. Cynthia turned her head. Close Quarters Ch. 02 "Thanks for being there for us," she said to her friends. "It was intense." "Oh, God, Cynthia, you can't imagine," Sharon gushed. "I'm still trembling." "We'll get off on that image for years to come," Steven added. "Just like we'll do for your little show," David said. "Yeah, I could feel David's eyes all over you, Sharon," Cynthia snickered. "I was appreciating the artistry of the genuine love between our friends," David said airily. "So Sharon was simply the subject of that artistry, huh?" "Exactly. Of course it didn't hurt that she's totally hot, either." "Of course, dear." They all laughed. "Now, my artiste, why don't you get me to bed so we can dream up some more trouble tomorrow morning." "Good plan!" The two couples found their sheets and turned out the lights. Each heard the soft smacks of kisses from the other couple snuggling together, and then things got quiet. The night passed restfully, each couple sated from lovemaking. Morning broke, and gentle rustlings announced that everyone was awake. "Good morning, everybody," Cynthia said. "I've got an idea for this morning, if you would like to hear it." "Love to," Sharon answered. "All that activity last night has got me hungry this morning. How about we quickly clean up, and then find a light breakfast? We can then come back and play a little more before we go." "Great idea, Cathy! I wasn't going to say anything, but I'm hungry too. Plus, I've got an idea for our play date that I'd like to tell you about." "Uh, oh, watch out David!" Steven said. "I get worried when Sharon has her ideas." They laughed, and then each couple quickly jumped in the shower and cleaned up. The two ladies put their hair in ponytails, and donned complementing sundresses. "You two look very sharp together. A little advanced planning?" David asked. "Never hurts," Sharon answered. "Speaking of planning, why don't you two go down to the concierge and find us a good place to eat breakfast while Cynthia and I finish up? Join me on the balcony, Cynthia?" "Of course, Sharon. Now, shoo, David," Cynthia said as she propelled him to the door. "I guess we shouldn't complain at what they're planning," Steven remarked as they waited for the elevator. "Yeah, Cynthia loves mystery. It does give us something to look forward to." They discussed breakfast with the concierge, and she got them a table at a nearby spot. "Outdoors, shade, nice view. Should be fun," she told them. They took a seat for a minute, then they saw the elevator open and Cynthia and Sharon walk out, holding hands. Several eyes followed them as they walked across the lobby. Besides their obvious physical appeal, they radiated a connection that seized the attention of everyone around. Just before joining their husbands, Sharon pulled Cynthia into a tight embrace, whispering something into her ear. Cynthia nodded and squeezed harder, before releasing her to Steven. David saw the moisture rimming Cynthia's eyes and knew that some serious girl bonding had gone on up in their room. "This way," he said, taking her hand and leading her through the opened door. He knew enough to let her have some time with her thoughts. Steven followed him. "Thank you, David," Cynthia said when they arrived. "Sharon's a special friend." "Nice choice, gentlemen," Sharon said as Steven seated her. "I think that Cynthia and I have recovered, so you can talk again." "Giving us any hints?" Steven asked. Sharon shook her head, winking. "Worth a try. OK, let's see if this place is any good." The couples fell into a conversation, laughing and comparing their dishes. David realized that Cynthia's idea had been a good one—they all shared a sense of anticipation that heightened the morning. They finished up and leisurely walked back, savoring their time together. "How's this for a hint?" Sharon teased as they approached the hotel. "Cynthia and I will be holding hands." "Sounds like fun," Steven answered. "I can't wait." "Me either," David added. "Isn't that a surprise?" Sharon retorted. The two ladies looked at each other and giggled. Arriving back at their room, Sharon took charge. "Cynthia and I will brush our teeth and get ready. Then you two go in. Now, out on the balcony with both of you!" "Yes, Ma'am," Steven answered. "Come on, David, let's go." They walked out on the balcony and spent the time wondering what the ladies had in store for them. "OK, guys, your turn," Sharon said from the door. David and Steven walked in, each whistling to himself. Both Cynthia and Sharon wore panties only, and their nipples stood at attention. "Better get ready to you can get at us," Sharon teased. "See you in a minute." Steven and David stepped in the bathroom and brushed their teeth. "I think we better hang our clothes before we go in," Steven said. "Boxers OK with you?" "Yeah." David stepped out of his clothes and hung them in the closet next to the bathroom. They both walked out of the bathroom alcove and stopped in their tracks. "Hello guys," Cynthia said, smiling. "Sharon and I thought that we might share a single bed this time." "Damn. You two look totally hot—propped up on pillows and holding hands," Steven said. "Hell, yes," David added, to a giggle from the ladies. "We wondered if you would be so kind as to put your talented tongues to work on us?" Cynthia asked. "Then we would like to make love to you." "I like that plan. David?" "I love it. Get ready, Cynthia." "Oh, goody!" She said. David and Steven advanced on their mates, straddling them for a long session of passionate kisses. David could feel the bed rock as Sharon and Steven writhed together, and he knew they could feel Cynthia and him. There was something electric about being so close. He felt the muscles in Cynthia's arm flex as she squeezed her friend's hand, and he knew they were sharing a close bond. Muffled sighs and moans accompanied the trail of their tongues as they traced down the ladies' necks and chest. Cynthia looked over to see Steven take Sharon's nipple in his mouth, and she felt the jolt in Sharon's hand. It was almost like she was feeling Sharon's pleasure. Then David flicked his tongue across her nipple, and her hand clutched involuntarily. Sharon smiled and gave a gentle squeeze of acknowledgement. Both men lavished attention on their wives' breasts and nipples until they could feel each woman humping their hips into the air. They both descended, getting gasps as they crossed the ladies' abdomens. They both nuzzled the edges of each lady's panties, and then they rose up to pull them off. David groaned as the panties came off. Two naked women filled his vision, their legs spreading open to reveal the pink lips of their slits. Cynthia's knee came to rest on top of Sharon's, and she felt the spark pass between them. She gave Sharon's hand another pulse, feeling the bond almost as a living connection. Sharon squeezed back. They both gasped as their husbands lightly grazed their mounds. Cynthia looked down between Sharon's legs and saw Steven work his tongue along her eager pussy lips. A wave of heat washed over her as she watched such an intimate, erotic spectacle. She felt Sharon's eyes between her legs as well. When Cynthia saw Sharon's clitoral hood protruding out, she watched Steven suck her into his mouth, getting a shiver and moan out of Sharon. She looked down at herself, and saw her hood standing proud as David pulled her outer lips back. Rather than plunge down, he teased her, gently licking up each side. Finally, Cynthia moaned in frustration, bucking her hips into his face. He relented, and sucked her inside his mouth. "Ohhhhhhh!" Cynthia groaned as her eyes rolled back and she arched her chest. The teasing had worked it's magic, and her clit was super responsive. She lost herself in the sensation, and continued to twist under David's tongue. With a start, she remembered that Sharon was next to her. Looking over, she got a shock. Sharon's eyes looked deep into hers—Sharon had even turned her head. Cynthia flushed when she realized that Sharon had watched her from inches away, but she quickly tuned in and saw that Sharon was communicating her need as well. Sharon's eyes said Yes, I saw you lost in passion, but I'm lost, too. Just look. Cynthia did look, and found yet another connection with her friend. Sharon was letting share every surge of bliss from Steven's tongue. Another buzz of passion washed over Cynthia, and she opened her heart to Sharon, letting her eyes reveal every feeling that crashed through her. Sharon's eyes lost focus as she climbed to her peak. She stiffened, hanging on with every fiber, and then burst into release. Cynthia watched her face convulse, only dimly aware that Sharon was squeezing her fingers white and moaning incoherently. With another shock, Cynthia felt a volcano build as her body responded powerfully to Sharon's orgasm. No longer in control, Cynthia merely rode the wild, primal eruption as it sought escape. "Oh fuck, oh God, fuck, oh God, uh, uh, uh, uh, AHHHHHHHH!" she wailed. Her pussy exploded, and she thrashed on the bed, her eyes locked on Sharon's but unseeing. Icy fire tore through her limbs, blotting out everything else. David hung on, squeezing Cynthia's clit with his lips and tongue. He felt the throbs in her clit as she mashed her pussy into his face. She remained rigid against him for a long time. With a whimper, she relaxed, and he followed her down, releasing her clit and gently nuzzling between her lips. Cynthia's eyes regained focus, and she smiled as she saw Sharon's looking deep into hers again. Feelings, emotions, and love passed back and forth at a level that only happens after a powerful experience. Cynthia gave Sharon's hand a gentle squeeze, and then saw Sharon's face light up in response. They shared a new connection with each other. Cynthia saw Sharon's eyes flick over, and she giggled to remember that they had two very horny men on their hands. She winked back. "Any interest in some lovemaking?" Sharon asked the guys. "Thought you'd never ask," Steven replied. "I was worried you might pass out." "I might have, but I'm recovered now. Cathy, let's slide down a bit and let our husbands get a little action." She pulled her legs back. "Would you like to kneel and get your cock into this?" "You bet, you horny bitch," Steven answered, and he scooted forward and placed his knees along her sides. He lined up his cock with her swollen pussy, but her hand told him to wait before he pushed inside. David hovered in the same position with Cynthia. "One little rule before we start," Cynthia announced. "You can only look at the other couple." She laughed at David's look of surprise, her eyes telling him that she wanted to give him the freedom. David smiled back, and then pushed his cock into his wife, taking her legs in his hands to pull her pussy around him. Cynthia flicked her eyes over, and he remembered to look at his friends. Sharon looked fabulous, her legs pulled back and her lips spread around Steven's rod. He glanced at her breasts, nipples hard, then up at her eyes. They looked right into his as Sharon licked her lips. He signaled his appreciation, then dropped his eyes between her legs as Sharon dropped hers to his cock. David watched, fascinated, at the sight of Steven's cock working in and out of Sharon's pussy. She was so damn hot, with her firm legs framing their union. The cum surged in his balls, and he had to look away to keep from blowing right there. Relax, Dude, ride easy, he told himself. With a start, he remembered that Sharon and Steve were looking his way. The distraction calmed him down a little, and he looked up into Sharon's face again. Her knowing smile told him she knew what he was going through. That fucking witch is sure enjoying this, he laughed to himself. Meanwhile, he enjoyed Cynthia's liquid heat surrounding his cock. He let his gaze roam back to Sharon's breasts, twisting in response to Steven's thrusts. Then it was back to her pussy, sheathing his meat as it plunged into her. His friends were letting him see everything: hot, wet, and close. It was almost like he was inside her. He saw Steven start pushing harder, and he did the same. The tingling built along the underside of his cock, and he rode the wave forming within him. Cynthia still held Sharon's hand, and she could feel Steven pushing through Sharon's fingers. They were going to bond again, this time as David and Steven came into them. She looked into Steven's eyes, and he looked back, hungry to see her body so close. His eyes flicked down to her breasts, swaying with David's thrusts, and then down to her pussy, filled with David's cock. David felt himself pass the point of no return, and he clamped down to hold the pressure back as long as possible. The pleasure doubled, and doubled again as he watched Sharon and Steven next to him. Tingles raced along his arms and legs as his body fought for release. He groaned with a final effort, and then pulled Cynthia's legs close to clamp her pussy against the base of his cock. Sharon watched, entranced, as David's face telegraphed the strain. He groaned incoherently, then clamped his eyes shut as he lost himself in pleasure. His face grimaced with each spasm; it was almost a look of pain, but not quite. She felt the clutch of Cynthia's hand as her friend felt the throbbing cock inside her. Cynthia got to watch next as Steven erupted into Sharon. He threw his head back, and the tendons on his neck stood out while he pulsed again and again into her fiery tunnel. It was fascinating to see how he differed from her husband, but the pleasure on his face was universal. Suddenly, she felt eyes on hers and looked up at David. She saw his love for her shine out from a background of deep satisfaction. She smiled back, happy to share this intimacy with him. David let go of Cynthia's legs and leaned between them, seeking her lips with his. Cynthia gave Sharon a final squeeze and let of her hand to pull David down. They kissed languidly, aware of their friends doing the same next to them. Finally, David pulled back and eased himself out of Cynthia. "Thank you over there," he said. "That was pretty damn hot." "I'll second that," Cynthia said. "Sharon, I think your little idea went over quite well." "Honey, feel free to have ideas whenever you want," Steven chimed in. "As long as they involve a naked Cynthia?" Sharon shot back, a twinkle in her eye. "Well, at least as long as they involve you naked, I'll be happy." They all laughed. "If I recall correctly, I think it's our turn in the shower," Cynthia said. "You're right. Go ahead and we'll get our things ready," Sharon answered. Cynthia got up and pulled David with her. "Can I get your fingers in the shower?" she whispered as they close the bathroom door. "I have a feeling that Sharon might be doing the same while we're in here." David undressed, turned on the water, made a show of closing the shower door, then turned with a wicked gleam in his eye. "Tell you what, let's peek and find out. I'll be extra naughty if you're right." "Yummy!" They eased the door open, trying to stifle giggles like they were in high school. Looking around the corner, they saw Sharon leaning back into Steven, his hands wandering between her breast and pussy. They pulled back into the bathroom. "Oh my, I'm horny thinking about those two. What will it be, naughty boy?" "Pat down pose. Legs spread, hands on the wall," David commanded. "I so love it when you take charge," Cynthia drawled, stepping in the shower and getting into position. "Ohhhhh, do it to me," she swooned as one hand found a breast and the other reached between her legs. David let his fingers find Cynthia's prominent clit. She twisted her ass until his thumb rubbed over the slightly rougher skin of her back opening. "Ahhh, that's it," she cooed, and then pushed back into him. He rolled her hard nipple between his fingers, and she ground her pussy and ass into his hand until she quivered in an intense climax. After she recovered, they both quickly showered. "Just thinking about this trip, I'll probably be horny again tonight. How about you?" Cathy whispered into his ear. "That's why I married you," David whispered back, and he kissed her one more time. Please take a moment to vote and offer any comments. They mean a lot.