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Sharing a Room Ch. 02

By: pjhale121



There is more talking and character development in this episode, setting up other action for later. Sorry if it moves a little slowly. 

**

"So what are you thinking about last night?" I asked the following morning as Lisa and I sat down with our selections from the breakfast buffet. We had both showered and dressed for the day while our young guests slept in. Trying not to wake them, we hadn't talked much and I wanted to be sure my wife was comfortable with what had happened.

"It was fun. Why do you ask?" she responded, oh-so-innocently.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because you've always said you would do me great bodily harm if I ever cheated on you, even a little bit. And I did fondle another woman last night and I'd like to know if you're in the market for a hit man or a good divorce lawyer."

She laughed. "I've got you that worried, huh?"

"No, not really because I don't think it was cheating; I just want to make sure you feel the same way. I love you like crazy and don't want anything at all to give you a moment's worry. I mean, Terri is cute in her own way but you are the love of my life and I am not at all tempted to stray or anything."

"I do feel the same way. It really felt like a different and very erotic way to share my love with you. I saw the way you looked at her (she is beautiful) and I realized I enjoyed you enjoying her. I like making you happy. It was like giving you a gift and enjoying your pleasure with it."

I smiled at my wife as my love for her swelled inside me. "And I was surprised at how much I enjoyed you showing off in your skimpy lingerie. It made me so proud and my love for you just grows and grows. Even though another man was looking lustfully at you and even though you were obviously leading him on, it was okay. You're mine."

"He did have quite a reaction," she giggled.

"I told you you have the most beautiful breasts in the world," I grinned.

"So you don't mind if I 'show off' a little more?" she asked.

"I imagine it is unavoidable; did you see the state of the lobby when we came past? There are still people everywhere and I just saw another bus pull up. I don't think our guests are going to go anywhere soon."

"I'd kind of like to do it with the lights on next time," she continued.

"Really!"

"Yeah, I enjoyed my role as mentor to Terri last night. It made me feel 'experienced' and sexy. I think we can teach them something about how to enjoy sex. Ron can certainly learn a thing or two about how to please a woman!"

"At least not leaving her unfulfilled... oops, there they are," I noticed the couple entering the dining room.

"Good morning," we greeted them as they found us and approached our table. "Please grab some food and come join us!"

Both appeared refreshed, showered and cheery.

Conversation was surprisingly comfortable at breakfast, missing the awkwardness I expected given that we all shared a sexual experience the night before. Although no one openly referred to what had transpired, the sexual tension and innuendo between the couples, so evident during dinner the night before, was still present. There was a bit of wrangling over them finding another room, but we could all tell from the crowd swarming in and out of the resort that finding other accommodations was unlikely. Eventually, we all came to the agreement that the current arrangement was the only one that worked.

"Well, we'd best get moving if we are to make our tee time," I remarked to Lisa, finishing off the last of my omelet.

"You're golfing today?" Ron asked, looking envious.

"Yeah, she loves me and gave in to let me take one golf outing while we're here. So we've got a 10:30 tee at the Buccaneer."

"You know, baby," Lisa smiled sweetly at me, "it looks a little like rain." She pointed vaguely over to the horizon where dark clouds were, in fact, gathering. "I know I said I'd go, but I really don't feel like it today. Maybe you and Ron could go and Terri and I will do some shopping down at that little marketplace we saw on the way in. Unless you guys have other plans...."

"Actually sounds like fun," Terri chipped in. Ron didn't need to say anything; his face told the whole story. He might have been actually holding his breath waiting for me to agree.

"They say that some of the best views on the island are from that course," I made one last attempt to entice her.

"Ruined by the fact that I've got to chase that stupid white ball around and worry about getting soaked through in a tropical thunderstorm," she countered.

"You up for it, Ron?" I gave in.

"Absolutely!" he exhaled, beaming.

We left the ladies conspiratorially trading shopping strategies by the concierge desk and arranged transportation to the clubhouse. After renting clubs, the predicted rain started. Damn, did she always have to be right? At least we weren't on the course yet and it really was just a light sprinkle. But since there was a chance of lightning, they sent us to the bar for a bit. It was forecast as just a quick shower rolling through and they'd let us on as soon as it let up. We found a quiet corner with a view of the 18th green and sat down to wait it out.

"Thank you for last night, by the way," Ron said sincerely.

"No problem. We couldn't leave you stranded in the lobby. It seems to be working out fine to share the room," I replied.

"No, I mean with Terri; after I fell asleep."

"Oh. You weren't really asleep then?"

"Well, I woke up at some point when she was over in your bed."

"Oh. Hey, I'm sorry. I hope you're not mad..."

"No, no. Actually, I appreciate it. We've had a little trouble in bed and I usually end up finishing too quickly and she gets frustrated with me. I'm glad she was taken care of."

Interesting twist! I had wondered what would have happened if he had caught us groping and frigging his wife. Now I knew; he'd be fine with it!

"Well, you're welcome, I guess," I fumbled.

"We talked it over this morning after you guys went down to breakfast. Last night was pretty intense. When you guys started going at it? Wow, I have never heard anything sexier in my life. And that just made it okay for us to enjoy ourselves, too. But then, typical me, I couldn't hold off long enough for her to get what she needed. Anyway, I'm glad you guys were able to help out."

"Listen, it's none of my business but you need to find a way to get on the same page with your wife sexually," I said, feeling like I was intruding in his private life.

"Yeah, tell me about it. I love my wife. Our life together is great. This really is a case of: 'I married my best friend'." I nodded appreciatively; I feel the same way about Lisa. "But in the bedroom...." he continued, "I don't know, we've just struggled. We've started seeing a sex therapist and that's been pretty much a waste."

Whoa, so much for intruding. Looks like this guy really had a pent up need to talk.

"Lisa and I would love to help but ultimately, this needs to be about communication between you and Terri. Maybe we can help facilitate that. I mean, Lisa and I talked this morning, too, and we were turned on by last night. She liked playing the role of teacher for your wife and we'd like to see a way where we can help but we don't want to become a stumbling block in your marriage."

"Actually, I think you've helped already. We talked more honestly this morning than we have in a while. I think reducing her sexual frustration helped make it easier to talk."

"Good. What kinds of things are problems for you?" I asked.

"For example, she is real interested in anal sex. I don't know; that just kind of grosses me out. I'm just not interested. And I think sexy boobs are the most arousing thing in the world and, well, you've seen Terri..."

"Okay, but there are other things you like, too," I tried to coach him, a little taken aback at how freely he was discussing intimate details of his marital relationship.

"I have always thought that having a woman sit on my face would be sexy. You know, I, like, want to be tied down and just have her straddle me. But Terri's got so much hair down there."

"Have you told her that? Maybe she'd shave," I pressed.

"Well, no, I haven't really explained why I don't like to go down on her," he admitted. "But early in our marriage, when I licked her there, she said my mustache irritated her skin."

I paused a moment. "Ron, you don't have a mustache."

"Well, I said that was a while ago," he countered, lamely.

"Have you tried it since you shaved it off?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"Okay, so here's a place to start. When we meet up with the girls later, you can have an honest talk with Terri about what you and she like. Maybe it is time to try some things again," I suggested. I glanced outside -- the rain had pretty much stopped and it looked like the sun might peak through any minute. "Tell me what the sex therapist had to say."

Ron rolled his eyes. "So far, he had us take a survey of our likes and dislikes and our fantasies and he came back and told us that we're both submissives and that we'll just have to take turns dominating each other. Well, I just can't do that."

"Submissive? You mean, like spanking and bondage stuff?" I prodded him along.

"Yeah, or blindfolded even. I've always thought that being tied up, blindfolded and ridden hard would be erotic. The spanking? That's for Terri. She really does have an ass fixation."

Wow, if he could have hit on exactly Lisa and my own private fantasies, he could have not been more spot on. Blindfolds have never done anything for me but Lisa? Big time fantasy. And for me, to come across someone interested in being spanked and butt fucked? Unreal.

The conversation continued a bit longer, Ron freely sharing the most intimate details of his and Terri's sex life, or at least their fantasized sex life, until someone came over and introduced us to the other two in our foursome. Ron turned out to be a better golfer than I am, but both of us were better than the two older gentlemen that we shared the course with. Ron had a couple of tips for me and I think my game improved as we went along because of his advice.

I called Lisa on my cell phone on our way back to the hotel. 

"We're having a great time!" she told me cheerily. "We've found some great bargains and saved you all kinds of money." 

I groaned. "Great. Don't tell me the damage; just let me know where you're at so we can meet up."

We met the ladies at a nifty little ice cream shop, admired their purchases and made them promise to model everything for us later (they had some swimsuits and sleepwear we were interested in seeing). Then we split into couples to do some sightseeing for the afternoon, promising to meet up again for dinner somewhere. Lisa seemed eager to talk with me alone.

"I guess Ron kind of overheard us last night," she launched into it as soon as the younger couple had left.

"I know. He actually thanked me for taking care of Terri last night," I laughed. "I was worried he would be pissed at us."

"You and me both! But they seem totally cool being so open with us. They are so much in love but really struggling with their intimate time."

"Yes, Ron was pretty honest and really forthcoming with a lot of detail about that. What did Terri have to say?"

"She is pretty frustrated sexually. Ron is very 'slam, bang, thank you ma'am' and she wants to explore some different things. She really likes anal sex (she's got some previous experience from before they were married) but Ron refuses to try it." She paused. "I don't know what you would think about this, but I know you've always wanted to try anal but it just doesn't appeal to me. I know it is a huge stretch in our relationship, but if you really want that experience, this might be the only way I can give it to you."

"Wow. Honey, are you sure that's okay?" I grinned. "I don't want any hit men waiting around the corner for me."

She laughed. "I know. This is wild, isn't it? I never thought I would suggest this in a million years. But it feels like an opportunity that you might never get again."

"Okay, I'll consider it under two conditions. First, they've got to be totally cool with it. This is a relationship badly in need of some intimate communication. If only he'd talk to her the way he opened up to me at the clubhouse. I think we can help force them to have some conversations that will really help their marriage. Or if we do this wrong, we could cause some serious damage to their relationship or ours."

"I agree. I really think they'll be okay with it. We'll have to build up to it slowly somehow," she replied. "You said there were two things; what's the second?"

"That you agree to make Ron's number one fantasy come true -- being tied down, blindfolded and ridden to orgasm," I smiled at her.

She stared at me in wonder a second and then her eyes glazed with a lust-filled smoldering. I just lingered, savoring her expression. A moment later she roused from her reverie. "Wow, he did share a lot with you."

"Yeah, I have a lot to tell you. And he has a lot that he HAS to tell Terri. We'll have to bring that about. But right now, we've got some planning to do before we meet up with them again."

**

"Apparently, we had similar conversations this morning while you girls were shopping and we were golfing," I said when we met up with the younger couple several hours later. It was late afternoon. 

Ron and Terri glanced at each other and nodded to me.

"I think all of us understand that you have had some struggles with the sexual side of your relationship. It is apparent, though, through all our conversations, even back to the airport, that you love each other very much and have a very happy marriage except for this one area. We want to help and that may mean a more open relationship for all of us. Quite frankly, Lisa and I are in somewhat new territory ourselves. Last night we ventured into sharing some private moments. Are you comfortable with us sharing even more actively with both of you?"

Both nodded enthusiastically.

Lisa continued, "We don't want to become a substitute for anything that you need from each other but we want to help fill needs that you might not be able to otherwise. If either of you feel uncomfortable at any time with what is going on, speak up right away and we'll stop with no hard feelings or anything. Okay?"

They glanced at each other again, seeking final confirmation on something that had obviously already been discussed. "Yes," they agreed together, turning back to us. Good. It was working, if they had already started communicating together.

Ron explained, "We want you to teach us to have the kind of relationship that you have, where you can be confident satisfying each other in front of us."

"Okay, then, to start: Ron, did you talk about what I said you needed to share this morning?"

"No, not really," he conceded.

"Well..... This would be a really good time," I prompted.

Terri and Lisa looked quizzically back and forth between us.

"Okay. Here goes," Ron started, embarrassed. "Terri, it's like this: I would like to try more oral sex as a way to satisfy you more but you are so hairy down there..."

"Ask nicely..." I interjected.

"Terri, would you consider shaving your pubic area for me?" he finally mustered the balls to ask.

Terri flushed, flustered. "Oh, yeah, sorry, of course!"

"It's not your fault, honey! Don't be sorry. I could never bring myself to ask," he apologized blushing as well. "You said you didn't really like oral when we tried it..."

"That was just because of your mustache. I'm sure it will be lots better. I'd like that a lot," she grinned shyly.

"Great!" Lisa burst in. "And, Terri, do you have something to ask Ron?"

"Um, yeah." Pause. "Ron, I know my breasts are, like, really tiny, but I still really like them to be sucked and played with. Maybe sometimes, like when I'm on top, you could play with my nipples?"

He responded immediately, sincerely. "Of course, sweetie. You seem self-conscious about them and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it."

"But by ignoring them, you ARE making a big deal out of it," she explained.

"Now we're getting somewhere!" Lisa grinned.

Terri spoke up. "I already feel like we've made more progress here than with that quack the 'sexual therapist' and his clinical survey to classify us into categories."

"Well, well, well. All this sex talk has got my engine running," I interrupted, "but I also think we are going to need some dinner before the strenuous evening I envision. I think a break for dinner to build the suspense is in order."

"Oh, boo!" Lisa pouted. "You're always thinking with your stomach. What about the spontaneity of the moment?"

"You know I'm right! You'll love it that much more if we prolong it."

Although they all continued to protest, the wisdom of it was obvious. We all needed some time to adjust our brains to the new relationships and to come to terms with what we had just bought into.

I know for me, my comfort with the situation grew and the extra time served to help me appreciate just how much my bride loved me to have helped set this evening in motion.

As we crossed the lobby on the way to dinner, Lisa grabbed Terri's arm and promptly pulled her into the gift shop. Ron and I trailed along behind, puzzled. With the younger girl in tow, she veered over to the small section of toiletries.

As we came up behind, Lisa leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Pick out a razor and shaving cream."

"But I have a razor I use on my legs..." she protested.

"But this is the one we are ALL going to use on you. Pick out a special one to sacrifice your bush to on the altar of love," she whispered theatrically.

The poor thing flushed furiously as Ron and I stifled snickers. To her credit, she did take a moment to seriously consider the few options she had in the small shop and then picked a razor and a can of cream.

Before we could move from the section, I nudged Ron forward. "And you pick a package of condoms."

Startled, he gave me an uncomprehending look. "Terri is on the pill; there's no need..."

"It will dull your sensations slightly and help you last longer," I explained. "And don't pick anything ribbed or ultra-sheer or something."

Arm in arm, Lisa and I turned and left the two mortified lovebirds to check out with their purchases.

Again, dinner was fabulous and filled with delightful conversation and sly, knowing glances in the sexually charged atmosphere. Of course we all ate too much and so I dragged the reluctant group to the lounge and the active dance floor -- another delay that was frustrating but necessary given our full tummies.

Okay, I'm not the best dancer, but we all had fun and the ladies seemed especially pleased with the touch of romance instead of proceeding directly to the "main event." As the evening progressed, however, our dancing became raunchier and our repartee more blatant and we mutually agreed it was time to move upstairs or risk really embarrassing ourselves in public.

Lisa took charge of the situation back in the room. "Okay, missy, we've got to trim you up a bit," she directed Terri to the arm chair in the corner.

"You don't want me to just go shower and shave?" she queried, hopefully.

"Nope, I meant it downstairs -- this is going to be an event and we're all invited," she grinned back at her lasciviously.

I'm not sure I had ever seen this sexually charged, confident, almost dominatrix side of my wife. But I liked it! Meekly, Terri turned to Ron and me for support. I tried to look stern and determined in support of my better half, but the way my excited heart was racing, I'm not sure how successful I was. For his part, Ron merely shrugged and looked to Lisa for direction -- apparently very ready to share his wife with us.


Sharing a Room Ch. 02



"We'll need you naked, dear," Lisa informed her.

I grabbed the ice bucket, ducked to the bathroom and filled it with warm water, returning with towels and a couple washcloths. Terri had removed the comfortable walking shoes and white socks she'd worn for the day. She hesitated, trying to decide what to remove next. In the Caribbean heat, she hadn't covered with much. The rest of us stood around gawking openly, appreciating the young women's beauty. The khaki shorts came down, revealing her shapely ass enclosed in cute little heart-covered panties and the thin, muscular legs I had admired so the previous evening. She hesitated again and Lisa encouraged her.

"Yep, it's all got to come off -- shirt, too."

Terri sighed and carefully drew the polo shirt over her head. She wore no bra and so the slight swell of her mini titties were fully exposed. Resigned to her fate, she did nothing to cover herself or shield her perky nipples from our probing stares.

"Mmmmm. Such beauty," I muttered for all to hear.

"You are such a lucky man, Ron," Lisa chimed in.

The encouragement visibly bolstered Terri and she drew her short frame just a tad straighter.

"Don't you guys have to undress, too?" the nearly nude nymph pouted.

"In a minute we are going to be holding sharp implements up against your private parts. I think you don't want us any more distracted than necessary," I reasoned. We all chuckled and broke the tension a little. 

"Go on, babe," Ron said.

Terri turned her back to us and slid the cute panties down her slim legs. What a fantastic ass! Cute, with just the right amount of curve pointing back at us.

"Wow, I've always wished I had an ass like that!" Lisa breathed.

"Oh, don't sell your ass short," I countered. "I think you've got great buns."

"But they were never firm like that," she retorted.

As I'd hoped, Ron was puffed up with pride in his wife, no evidence of jealousy.

"Okay, turn around, dear," Lisa prompted. Slowly she complied, the fullness of her bush coming into view. It was a thick, dark triangle between her legs.

"Sit down in the chair and put your legs up on the arms." Lisa had draped one of the towels over the chair. Terri was reluctant but did as she was told and gently sat down on the edge of the chair. Then with another embarrassed sigh, delicately spread her legs and exposed her secret charms. Barely visible through the full bush, her pussy lips peeked at us -- full, engorged and in full bloom. Even without further prompting, Terri leaned back and spread even further, hooking each knee over the stuffed arms of the chair. Wow, what an awesome, sexy display. If you had tried to tell me a day before that I would be staring directly at the fully exposed pussy of another man's wife, with the encouragement of that same man and MY wife, I would have called you crazy.

Lisa produced a pair of scissors and began to delicately trim back the dark, curly hair. After a few moments, she offered the scissors to Ron, who eagerly joined into the operation, carefully cutting more hair back. Then he turned and gave them to me, giving me tacit approval to approach his wife in such an intimate way. I ran my fingers through her rich bush and over her mound, fluffing up several tufts and carefully snipped them off down next to her soft skin. It gave me such a direct and beautiful look at her privates.

Then, I handed the scissors to Terri herself, determined to make her a part of her own exposure. She fully understood the significance of the gesture and humbly took the instrument, leaned forward far enough to be able to see her own crotch and cut some of the hair back before passing the shears back to Lisa. We continued to take turns until the thatch was reduced to short stubble.

For the next phase of the operation, I pulled the washcloth from the warm water in the bucket and pressed it gently into Terri's crotch. I stood between her splayed legs for a few long minutes with my hand clamped tightly against her mound. What must have been racing through her mind as this relatively new acquaintance held her so intimately in full view of his wife and her husband? 

Again taking the lead, Lisa squirted shaving cream into her hand and I relinquished my prime spot. Lisa coated Terri's pubis with the cream and flourished the razor. We again took turns, carefully drawing the blade across her mound, Lisa doing the delicate work of holding her labia out of the way as we shaved near her tender spots.

"You have a very beautiful pussy," I complimented, gazing at the budding tip of her clitoris peaking shyly out at us.

"She does, doesn't she?" Ron concurred.

Terri blushed, "Thank you, both."

"We need to make sure we get all the way back," Lisa instructed, handing me the razor. She moved forward, gently lifting and pushing Terri's right leg up. Ron joined in on the other side, folding Terri back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. This rocked her hips up and exposed not only the full spread of her cunt but her complete ass and the puckered crinkle of her anus as well.

To be honest, given the way Terri had been sitting spread out in the chair, I'm not entirely convinced that we couldn't have completed the shave without this maneuver, but it was damn sexy. With her husband and new friend holding her spread wide for me, she was offered up as a sacrifice in the most vulnerable and lewd way possible. It had a powerfully erotic effect on all of us, Lisa and Ron holding her legs, me standing transfixed in front of her as the prime audience, and Terri herself, who looked up at me through humid eyes burning with arousal at the obscene way she was being exposed.

I carefully and gently shaved away the remaining hair, letting the tips of my fingers graze lightly, caressingly across her sensitive rosebud. She moaned ever so quietly, a sound filled with desire and burning need. 

Without letting go of Terri's leg, Lisa took the razor from me and handed me the warm bucket and cloth. With Terri still stretched out wide, I wiped away the excess shaving cream and cleaned her up. This involved quite a bit of manipulation of her sensitive areas -- her mound, tender lips, sensitive clitty, and I certainly didn't neglect the tight pucker of her back hole. Both Lisa and Ron looked on approvingly with close-eyed inspection. Terri struggled to keep from giving in to the sensations and closing her sultry eyes, courageously keeping them fixed on my face. 

"Trade me places, Ron," I ordered, ready to move on to the next phase of the evening. I handed the washcloth and bucket to Lisa and took Terri's firm leg in my hands. Ron moved around me to the outside and knelt between Terri's stretched open legs.

Lisa and I lowered Terri's legs so she was a bit more comfortable and we both settled down on our knees as well, face to face to groin with the girl. The action was sure to be up close and personal and we had better than front row seats.

"Lightly kiss the insides of her thighs as you approach," I instructed in Ron's ear. He kissed his way alternately up to her box. Terri moaned with pleasure at the delicate touches.

"Gently lick the very edges of her lips," Lisa guided his next actions. A gasp of delight from Terri.

Step by step we talked him through exploring her flower orally. Licking her all over, nibbling gently at secret, sensitive spots, sucking her nether lips fully into his mouth, tasting her sweet nectar, delving into hidden places inside her tunnel.

"Express your love for her through your lips and tongue. Show your devotion to her by pleasing her in this incredibly intimate way," I coached.

He proved a good student and all too quickly, Terri's breathing became ragged, the hard little nubs of her tits thrust out proudly from her chest, and her hips began to rock in the telltale rhythm. But I knew what Ron needed as well.

"Ron, get up, undress and go lay down on the bed, arms at your sides," I instructed sternly. Lisa glanced quizzically my way. 

As in a trance, Ron complied, leaving Terri in quite a state, moaning with unfulfilled desire.

"Hold on for just a second, Pet," I soothed.

Once Ron was in place in the middle of the bed, his cock a rigid flagpole thrust up and trembling to his pounding heartbeat, I continued, "Go join your husband on the bed. Straddle his head and plant your needy sex right down on his face. He wants you on top of him. He wants to please you like this."

Lisa smiled knowingly at me while Terri moved with the frantic haste of her pending climax up onto the bed. Her lithe body was a pleasure to watch. She paused momentarily with her knees planted along either side of Ron's eager face, her fragrant pussy hovering inches above his lips. As Lisa and I watched from either side of the bed, Terri grinned in wonder down at her loving husband and then gingerly lowered her bald pussy to his waiting tongue.

An expression of delight and pleasure suffused her features as loud slurping emanated from between her supple thighs. Ron was obviously doing his best to bring her as much enjoyment as he could. It was a cherished moment shared in a loving and intimate way. Terri's pleasure was mounting quickly and she began to rock slightly against his face. I watched in fascination at the way her ass checks rolled down against his chin.

Lisa leaned in next to the girl's ear and instructed, "As soon as you cum, move back and push yourself down on his cock."

Even as she was saying this, I was breaking open the box of condoms and handing one to Lisa across the bed.

Ron groaned aloud and his hips bucked slightly as he felt Lisa's feminine touch on his manhood. She steadied him with a grip around the base (another groan) and expertly rolled the rubber down over his rigid pole.

"Ah, yes. Ah, yes, Love," Terri gasped, gripping the headboard with both hands to steady herself as she rode against Ron's upturned face.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she went rigid with his nose pressed tightly up against her clitoris.

Then she was moving rapidly down his body in an awkward backwards waddle, her butt thrust out behind. Quickly she positioned herself over his rod, deftly lined it up and sat down on it with a satisfying squish.

"Aaahh!" they gasped together as she sank home. She shuddered around his invading member, her whole body trembling in bliss. After several long moments, she slowly raised herself, his condom-sheathed prick glistening with her lubrications, and then slowly let him push his way back in.

"Hmmm," he moaned as we stared in fascination at their deep sharing and love.

She began moving again in rhythm to his need, obviously still feeling waves of pleasure emanating out from her core. He quickly climbed the heights despite the dulling effects of the condom and was soon grunting loudly, a sound we recognized readily from the night before as he got close. It was intriguing to see their actions and expressions so clearly, so close, things we had only imagined from the sounds the previous day.

Just before he hit the peak, his hands left their submissive place at his sides and drew up across her thighs, sensually over her hips, caressingly up her ribs, cupped and then squeezed her small but sensitive tits.

"AHH! Yes, Ron, yes!" Terri's eyes flew open in wonder. Her body flopped forward onto his, trapping his hands between them, her own arms wrapping around his shoulders, clasping him to her. She began rutting hard against him, her ass churning down, clasping his rock hard cock throbbing within her. 

"Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!" he grunted as he came.

"Yeeesss!" she hissed in what I suspect was the loudest she ever really got during their lovemaking.

Gradually their movements slowed and stopped. Their sweat-sheened bodies glistened as they hugged in the most intimate of embraces.

"Wow, that was so good. Thank you, lover," she whispered almost inaudibly.

Across the bed I looked into the lust-crazed eyes of my own lover, my heart brimming with adoration for her and joy at what we had just shared with each other and this couple. Slowly, I began to undress.



Sharing a Room Ch. 03



As we both stripped, Lisa moved around Terri and Ron's bed and joined me by the other double bed. I met her in a nude embrace made awkward by my hard cock standing out straight between us.

"I want you so much," she murmured in my ear as I wrapped my loving arms around her shoulders and pressed her bosom to my own chest. "I can skip any more foreplay and get right on with it."

"I don't care what position we use, but I want to make sure it 'bounces' your chest. It will be a huge turn-on for Ron," I whispered back.

"Take me from behind," she replied, a little louder in order to be heard by our audience. She slipped from my arms and crawled on to the bed on her hands and knees, her gorgeous breasts hanging succulently like ripe fruit from her rib cage. She had positioned herself in profile to the younger couple still wrapped in an intimate embrace in the other bed, only a few feet from us.

I climbed onto the bed behind her, staring right at her curvaceous ass and the beautiful way her inner thighs glistened with the overheated lubrication brought on by the erotic show put on only moments earlier by our guests.

Usually when we do it "doggie-style," Lisa leans down with her head cradled in her arms on the bed and her ass thrust provocatively into the air and I need to drive down a little into her back-thrust pussy. By staying up on her arms on all fours, giving her boobs more swinging room, I needed to spread my legs a little wider to crouch down lower and nestle my hard manhood up to her hot box.

"Yeah, come on, baby," she cooed. "Bring that hard cock over here. I can't wait any longer to have you in me."

She moaned as I rubbed the swollen head up against her opening, smearing wetness around. "Is this what you wanted?" I teased.

"Oh, yes, baby! I want it. I want YOU," she panted, rocking back toward me, making her hanging breasts sway delightfully. I leaned over her back, caressed the sides of her tits and gently pulled down on the aroused nipples making them point down even more.

"Umm, yeah, oh, yeah. I love you, baby. I want your cock in me so bad. Fuck me now, please?" she pleaded. It is not often that we use such language in our lovemaking but somehow in the heated moment the f-word didn't sound vulgar as much as it did sensual, a loving request for a specific action.

"As my lover wishes," I responded. I guided my cock right up to her opening and rocked my hips up and forward, while she spread her legs farther apart and pushed back against me. The head penetrated just inside.

"Ahh," she sighed.

Slowly, gradually, I pushed forward letting her feel it fill her. About half way in, I paused and drew back, letting her juices coat the surface. Then I slid forward again at a deliberate pace.

"Mmmmmmmm," she murmured -- a long, drawn-out, satisfied sound.

Finally, I nestled my hips up against the supple curve of her behind, lightly guiding her hips back against me with my hands.

"Oh, lover, that is so good," she said.

"You are so hot and wet," I replied. "Oh, my gosh, that feels so good." 

I rolled against her, my prick probing her depths. She gasped in delight and squirmed around my invading pole, gripping the shaft. The sensations were delicious.

"More, baby, now. Do me, honey. I need it," she begged.

At an only slightly faster pace, I pulled my cock back until it was just inside her molten cunt and then pushed firmly back in.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, baby. Give me that cock. Shove it in." She began rocking back against me. Past her slender waist, I could see her luscious tits swaying in time to our motions. Ron must be drooling by now, I thought. I glanced over at the bed next to us to see that at some point they had shifted and now lay snuggled together watching our intimacy. Both were wide-eyed and flushed with the eroticism of the moment.

I thrust harder into my wife, letting my hips slap lightly against her behind, knowing that this would send her breasts swinging more wildly.

"Uhn! Yeah, baby. Like that! Do it!" Lisa gasped.

Several minutes of those hard strokes had me right on the brink but suddenly Lisa was scrambling up from underneath me. I pulled back and my cock popped free with a loud slurp as she shifted forward.

"I want to be on top," she panted, turning around.

I was thankful for the quick break which served to hold off my orgasm. I quickly lay flat, turning so the top of my head was closest to Ron and Terri, knowing this would give them the best frontal view of Lisa as she rode me. I steadied her hips while she positioned herself over my raging hard-on, guiding the head with both hands against her opening.

As soon as it was aligned, she plunged down against me, crying out in bliss as my meat filled her.

"Hmm, ride me hard, Lover," I groaned.

We quickly established a hard bouncing motion that lifted her high up my shining pole and then thrust us down deep into the mattress. As envisioned, this sent Lisa's bountiful chest bounding wildly. Although I love to paw at her boobs when she's on top, I restrained myself, not wishing to restrict the gyrations. Instead, I gripped her hips and bottom cheeks, assisting with moving her up and down on my cock.

"Yeah, baby, oh, yeah. Ride my cock hard. Do it. Whatever you need," I gasped.

"Uhn, uhn, uhn," she grunted loudly, beyond coherent speech. It was as sexy as anything! Lisa was staring beyond me right into the faces of our audience a few feet away, watching them watch her, enjoying their wonder and admiration at the erotic show before them. I could read this reflected in the expression on her face.

I couldn't hold back any longer and with a loud groan, I pressed up hard against my wife. My cock swelled inside her and burst forth in a massive orgasm. She was only a few strokes behind me and cried out loudly as the crisis enfolded her.

"Aaaahhhhhhh!"

Rapture washed over me as my throbbing cock was massaged by the rippling muscles of her pussy. She dropped forward and embraced me. I gripped her ass down against me and rode out the wave of pleasure.

I don't know how long we remained clasped together in bliss like that but eventually our breathing slowed down and only an occasional tremor rippled through us. Ah, those wonderful, gratifying moments of afterglow.

"Hmm, that was nice," Lisa sighed contentedly.

"Nice? That was awesome. You are incredible," I replied, equally satiated. 

I became aware of a slight rocking sound in the room. As if sharing the same thought, Lisa and I moved together, rotating our still conjoined bodies until we were straighter in the bed, parallel to the couple next to us for a better view. Although my cock had lost much of its hardness, it was still erect enough to be clamped tightly in the grip of Lisa's cunt. Our movements created some friction in some very sensitive places and both of us moaned a little in response to these intimate, shared twinges.

Turning our heads, we could both see from this angle. Terri lay on her side facing us; watching us, in fact. Her expressive eyes were warm with her own satisfaction and a pleasurable smile played across her full lips. 

We couldn't see Ron's face as he was spooned behind her. Her top leg was propped up wide, however, giving us a clear view of her freshly shaved cunt and his cock straining up and into her from behind. He was rocking slowly in and out of her, his thick, condom-covered pole shining with her juice. 

His arm wrapped over her from behind and played lightly with her chest, guided by her own hand as she directed his movements -- first cupping one little breast and then moving to the other where she guided him to roll the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Her other hand played up and down her flat tummy and occasionally massaged the swollen mound of her pussy, made full and meaty by the invading girth of Ron's prick.

Although her mind was obviously drawn to the pleasurable sensations she was experiencing, she seemed to be making a conscious decision to try to stay focused on us. The fight for her attention between the sensations in her erogenous zones and her desire to watch us watching her raged across her face. Sometimes her eyelids would droop partially closed as some particularly enjoyable action (a pinch on a nipple or her fingers split around the slippery cock driving relentlessly into her) would steal her attention and nearly overwhelm her, but time and again she would fight back, wrenching her focus back to our faces to look both of us full in the eyes as we watched her getting screwed.

Speaking in a voice husky with desire, she looked both of us full in the face and said, "Thank you, Steve. Thank you, Lisa." The very act of acknowledging our presence and participation in the most private and personal aspect of her life was obviously very arousing for her. To thank us in a way that you might thank a friend for offering advice while getting reamed from behind and with hands roaming liberally over her body in time to her own inner desires was an erotic contrast.

And it had a powerful effect on her. She lost the battle to pay attention to us. Her face screwed up into a grimace that would have been comical in other circumstances. Her hips began churning back against Ron's cock. The hand guiding Ron's to her chest forced him to pull hard against one of her nipples, stretching it out away from her body. Her other hand dove down between her legs, mashing her tender bud between her fingers and the cock filling her hungry cunt.

"Oh, yes! Ron! Ron! Yes, Ron!" she gasped, as her body frantically climbed to climax. For a brief moment her whole body was a blur -- hands clutching and grasping, head swinging side to side, her chest heaving out as her ass drove back into Ron's crotch, desperately seeking deeper penetration for her convulsing vagina. 

Then she froze in pleasure -- an orgasmic flush suffusing her features and extending down to her chest where her and Ron's hands clasped tightly to her sensitive nipples. Ron groaned loudly and came also, his spurts coming in pounding waves driven by pelvic thrusts up into her. Lisa and I watched in entranced wonder at the naked sensuality of the spectacle. Watching Terri climax was a true delight. 

As arousing as the scene was, I was truly spent and despite the fact that Lisa was still astride me and my dick was still well up her pussy, we both knew we were not up to another round this evening. With a well-satisfied sigh, Lisa snuggled down against me, content to drift off into slumber still intimately joined. 

A little later, as my erection dwindled and my reduced phallus slowly withdrew, Lisa sleepily moved as if to go clean up. I restrained her with a soothing pat on the shoulder and holding her head against me.

"Who cares? We'll clean up tomorrow," I mumbled in her ear, shifting so that my prick sprang free and our combined spending flowed out of her and onto my groin.

"Hmmm," she sighed back, reveling in the freedom to make as much of a mess as we chose.

At some point, I registered that our guests roused, used the bathroom and settled back into bed but I didn't even open my eyes nor make any attempt to cover myself or my bride's nakedness.

In the morning, I again became aware of the other couple moving around the room. Someone had shut off the light in the night but sunshine struggled to worm its way around the curtains over the ocean-facing window and cast a soft glow in the room. Lisa was no longer on top of me but breathing deeply and rhythmically next to me, not quite snoring but obviously content in her sleep.

Someone was in the bathroom and someone else fussed with their clothes by their suitcase. I heard the clink of a belt buckle. The room was warm and I had kicked off (or never retrieved) the sheet to cover us. I rolled a little bit to settle back in for more dozing and could feel the numerous wet spots around the bed as well as the dried cum clinging to my exposed hip. I smiled to myself at the naughtiness of wallowing in the cum-stained bed while the morning dragged on. Ah, vacation!

I surfaced again a bit later to a hushed conversation, a giggle from Terri, a self-satisfied chuckle from Ron, conspiratorial whispers. "Let them sleep. They'll figure out we've gone for the morning and they can have some of their own space back for awhile. Put out the 'do not disturb' sign." And then they were out the door and gone.

My bladder made sure I didn't lounge too much longer and I quietly slipped out of the messy bed and made my way to the bathroom. On my way back in, I stopped to admire the gorgeous, sleeping form in the bed. 

Lisa was resting on her side facing my side of the bed, one leg drawn part way up. This left her entire bottom and cleft of her sex exposed and I stopped to just stare. My gosh, how I love this woman! I wondered if she had been sleeping this way, this exposed, as Ron and Terri dressed for the day.

I speculated briefly if she would be thrilled or annoyed if I woke her sensually. Probably both. Worth the risk, I decided. 

Gently, I climbed into the bed and slipped a hand under her to cup her mound. She shifted slightly, accommodating, but didn't rouse. I held her for several minutes, letting the warmth and light pressure from my hand work the magic I knew it would. I lightly rubbed her back and bottom with my free hand, a soothing and caressing motion. Soon, she hummed lightly in her sleep and her body responded to the touch, humping ever so slightly against my hand. I knew she wasn't awake but her loins were feeling the arousal.

I let this enjoyment sink into her unconscious for several minutes, hoping she was incorporating the sensations into really good dreams.

My caresses became more forward and her body's reactions more pronounced but I wanted to move on before she woke completely up. I shifted around, reversing myself on the bed so that my hips were up by the pillow and my head was right at her crotch. Carefully, I lifted the leg that was closest to me. Sometimes as we sleep, Lisa hooks a drawn up leg over mine. Now, that same motion brought her leg up over my head and I burrowed my face right into her naked pussy.

The smell of last night's sexual encounter engulfed me as I confronted her well-worked intimate folds. I'm sure my cum-encrusted cock up under her nose was sending the same erotic signals to her brain.

Delicately, I extended my tongue and lightly brushed her susceptible nether lips.

"Mmmm," she moaned in her sleep. I felt a tremor shiver through her, her libido waking before she did.

Slowly, deliberately I explored her secret charms, subtly licking, kissing and nuzzling all over the erogenous areas between her legs. She began lubricating, adding to the delicious smells and tastes I was discovering.

"Oh," she said as I engulfed her full pussy lips completely into my mouth. "What a wonderful way to wake up." She stretched her stiff muscles and arched her back in pleasure, driving her pussy further against my face. I was kneading her ass cheeks by now, pulling her toward me and massaging the fleshy curves.

"And look what I have!" she cooed, stroking my erect cock bobbing and weaving in her face. "What should I do with this?" She took a tentative lick, which elicited a humming moan from me, something she definitely liked.

Together we rolled my way so that she was completely straddling my face and my prick was pointed skyward. Taking the head into her warm mouth, she sucked lightly and tickled the tip with her tongue. I extended my tongue as far as I could into her opening and she sucked in her breath in delight.

"Oh, yeah, baby. I love it when you do that. More," she encouraged.

I began driving in and out of her wet tunnel, lapping up whatever I could find in there and trying as best I could to give her the best experience I could. I wanted her to know just how much I loved her by how completely devoted I was to her joy.

"Eat me, lover. Suck me dry," she murmured.

She gripped the base of my cock and wrapped her lips around the shaft, bobbing up and down lightly for a few minutes while I slurped and licked inside her cunt. I gripped her hips and ass to manipulate her down against me. Given that she had woken up already part way there, her orgasm came on particularly quickly.

She pulled away from my cock, afraid of biting me in her passion and sat up a bit higher, pinning my head between her thighs and rocking against my face.

"Oh my gosh, Steve! Yes! Suck me now," she cried out. "Oh, yeah, oh yeah."

I shifted my focus from her opening over to her full engorged lips and clitoris and sucked them in. I love it when she so explicitly directs my actions, letting me know exactly what she needs and when. Maybe our discussions with Terri and Ron on better, more open communication were reaping benefits for us as well.

"Now nibble on the clit," she directed, sounding frantic.

"Shit! Oh, I love it!" she screamed as I lightly bit down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. She ground her pelvis against my face and raked the button over my teeth and lips. She was gripping my cock really tightly and I was glad it was no longer in her mouth.

"Steve!" she shrieked as her climax hit. She spilled a generous amount of cum onto my face as I lapped at her convulsing sex.

"Ah, ah. Hold still for a sec," she panted pressing my face firmly to her crotch. I held perfectly still, my tongue pressed in mid-lick tight against her clit. We held this suspended animation pose for several long seconds and then at the first hint of motion from her, I moved my tongue in an attempt to heighten her pleasure.

Abruptly, she leapt up and scrambled from the bed, holding her crotch and dancing crazily into the bathroom.

"I am so sorry, I have got to go," she apologized rushing to sit down before a torrent burst noisily from her into the bowl. I laughed out loud. I guess I hadn't really given her any chance to take care of that. Usually, after I go down on her, she wants to finish with me inside her. This time that apparently wasn't to be. We chuckled together, both finding humor in the situation. It really did kind of break the mood. 

"Oh, look, he's still hard! What can we do about that?" she pouted as she returned to the room.

"It's okay, honey. I was really just looking to wake you up in a nice way," I answered.

"And I loved it. You are the best," she retorted. "I'm just a little sore this morning but if you want, I'll find some way to satisfy you."

"I am a little horny now after that but we have been working him hard the past couple days," I hedged. 

"Well, I have big plans for him later, so I want him in top shape."

"You do? What kind of plans?"

"Yeah, I've got some other fantasies I've never really told you about," she admitted.

"Oh?" I was intrigued.

"I know I've always said I don't want you cheating in any way and I've never been interested in threesomes or anything but would I be a terrible hypocrite if I said I'd like to share you with Terri?"

"You mentioned something about Terri wanting anal sex and you know I've always wanted to try that. I know you're not interested in it, so I've never really pushed it," I said.

"I know. And I'd really like you to get to try that," she agreed. "But there is something else, too."

"Okay... Just what do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Well, yesterday I really got reminded how we've got to keep communicating. I mean, look how Ron and Terri have this great marriage but serious trouble in the sack and just because they won't talk about what they like."

"Uh-huh," I responded, non-committing.

"Well, somewhere in the back of my mind there has been this fantasy about sharing your cock with another woman," she was blushing now; this was really hard for her to admit. Finally, she blurted out, "I'd like to kiss another woman around your cock."




Sharing a Room Ch. 03



I was absolutely stunned. This was completely out of character for my Lisa.

"I know, I'm kind of having a hard time with it, too," she continued, reading the expression on my face. "I've never had any interest in other women and I've never wanted another woman anywhere near my man, but sharing my experience and knowledge with Terri has been so erotic and fulfilling. I know you like being sucked and I can never do all the things that I want all at the same time. It just makes sense if I could get her to share you that I could suck your balls while she licks your shaft and the other way around. I just have this vision of my lips wrapped around one side of your cock touching another woman's while we slide up and down your shaft together."

"That is the most erotic thing I've ever heard," I said. "Okay, not really. Up until this vacation, I could have said that but we have heard some really, really erotic things over the past couple days."

"But would you be okay with that?" she asked, still shy about her request.

"Of course! I'd love that," I responded. "The harder question is going to be: what about Ron? Not just will he be okay with it but what do we do with him while this goes on. I don't think a simple three-way is practical. I think we need to include him and so the next question is: Are you okay going down on Ron, too?"

"I kind of came to that conclusion, as well, and so I'm really asking that question, too," she worried. "Are you okay if I suck on Ron, too?"

"A day or so ago, I would have had a problem with it, but I've found I am so proud of you showing off your body and being sexual in front of them; I'm sure I would be okay with it," I affirmed. 

"You are the best," she beamed. "I love your cock but it is going to be interesting to try another one. Wonder if it will taste different than yours?"

"I know you don't like the taste of my cum very much. Maybe you'll like his more."

"Terri told me the other day that she swallows. Think we can get her to swallow you?" she grinned.

"Maybe. I'd like that. And knowing Ron's fascination with your breasts, I'm betting that he would love to have two beautiful round targets for his sperm."

"While we're on that subject," she pressed on. "I've been thinking about what you said about Ron -- that he wants to be tied down, blindfolded and ridden hard. You know that is a big fantasy of mine."

"Yeah, and I've never been able to help you realize that fantasy because being tied up is kind of a turn off for me."

"So, I've thought about it and I would really like to, if you're okay," she asked.

"Absolutely! It is something I want you to get to experience but I can't give you directly. Here is a perfect way that I can give you the gift of fulfilling a fantasy," I affirmed. "I figured that you not only want to find out if Ron's cock tastes different, but if it feels different in you."

She looked away. "I'm sorry. I am really curious."

"And I'll admit it's bigger than mine." She started to protest and I held up my hand. "I'm not going all jealous on you and I'm not panicked about you finding a bigger, better cock. I know you love me and that is all the assurance I need. This is another experience I want to give you. I want you to experiment and tell me what it feels like and whether you like it."

"You do? Really?" she was incredulous. "Won't you be jealous?"

"What do you figure Terri and I will be up to while you're riding Ron?" I asked.

"I figure you'll be doinking her in the back door," she smiled sweetly.

"You're okay with that?"

"Okay, I see what you're saying. For the same reasons you want me to ride Ron, I want you to screw Terri in the behind."

"So I'll try not to be jealous if you're not," I stated. "You aren't afraid that I'm going to love Terri's ass so much that I'm going to leave you, are you?"

"No."

"Then I promise not to think you'll leave me for a bigger cock," I said firmly. "Now are you really, really okay with me butt fucking Terri?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Yeah. Do that if you want. And she wants to be spanked, too. If she's into it, then fine, just keep that stuff away from me."

"I love you and you alone forever and ever," I said and meant it.



Sharing a Room Ch. 04



We spent the day sightseeing, snorkeling, and generally enjoying the Caribbean island. Ron and Terri did the same, finding renewed romance in their time together.

When we got back together later, it was obvious the younger couple were anticipating a further foray into sexual experimentation. We obliquely approached the subject of even more intimate interaction and they pretty much dismissed any concerns by making it apparent they expected us to lead them and they were game for any experiences we introduced them to.

Ron had arranged for dinner at a very nice Italian restaurant just a short cab ride away, and insisted on paying the full tab, since "we're saving a bundle on the room." We again went dancing afterward and arrived at a place very quickly where we traded partners readily and did little to restrain our wandering hands regardless of who we were paired with. I actually enjoyed watching Ron and Lisa getting it on together. I loved seeing her feel free to enjoy herself and be admired.

Finally, after Ron dropped yet another hint that he was looking forward to enjoying Lisa's luscious tits in a little while, Lisa remarked, "You know, Terri, when we were talking the other day, you told me how much you enjoy blowing Ron."

Terri glanced Ron's way, smiled deliciously and nodded. It was evidence at how familiar we'd become that this was considered acceptable, friendly conversation.

"Would you be willing to help me suck Steve off tonight?" she asked directly. I nearly choked on my drink.

"Of course, Lisa! Whatever you want," the brunette demurred, her expressive brown eyes dancing with anticipation.

"Hey, what about me?" Ron broke in.

"We'll do you next," Lisa answered dismissively, "if you're willing to share Terri and wait for just a few minutes."

Ron was all grins.

"Just a few minutes, huh?" I challenged.

"Of course. Do you really think with two hot babes jointly wrapping our lips around your throbbing manhood you'll be able to hold your load back for more than a couple juicy strokes?" she countered.

"You keep talking like that and I'm likely to cream my shorts right here," I admitted.

"Ooh, don't waste it!" Terri pouted. "I want to see if it tastes different than Ron's."

We had the bar bill paid up and we on our way back to the room in no time. The girls were all over me in the elevator, first Lisa and then Terri giving me deep French kisses while they groped the stiff rod straining in my pants. Ron didn't seem much bothered by the attention being lavished on me, apparently content to being the audience at least for Act 1.

Back in the room, the girls undressed me while continuing to take turns making out with me. By the time they freed my stiff cock, they were down to just underwear themselves and Ron was busy shedding most of his own clothes.

"Okay, hold on a second," I interrupted the action, as much fun as it was.

Both girls paused, confused.

"The two of you promised to 'kiss each other around my manhood'. I think those were the exact words. Are you really ready to kiss each other – around my cock or not?" I interrogated.

They looked at each other, unsure. Maybe this hadn't been thought through.

"If you don't mind proving it for us, I'd like to see you kiss each other," I continued, hoping I wasn't pushing my luck too hard. "I can't speak for Ron, but I know I, for one, am really turned-on by the girl-girl thing. So no little lip to lip smooch, let's see a real, sensual, deep kiss."

Lisa shot me a look that told me I'd betrayed her into something she wasn't too comfortable with. Terri gave Ron a questioning glance, seeking some sort of guidance. Ron was completely nude by now and gently stroking his impressive erection. And being a guy, he was really into this as well. His leering grin was no help if she was looking for a way to dodge my request.

"Come on, girls, all the hyped-up porn on the web says that women are so much more sensitive with other women," I cajoled.

"All undoubtedly written by other men posing as women," Lisa sneered but nevertheless approached Terri with a gentle embrace. Man, my admiration for that woman has no limits! I knew instinctively she was doing this from pure love for me – another experience she was giving me this magical week.

Terri allowed herself to be folded tenderly into Lisa's arms and she shyly offered her lips to her suitor. Lisa accepted the offer with the most affectionate, delicate, and loving kiss I have ever witnessed. It was not passionate, but tender, exploratory, sensual. And was it ever sexy. 

And it went on for several long moments, the girls obviously getting more into it as they went. They switched from a light-touch lip connection to a full-tongue oral exploration of each other. In the process, they also caressed each other's necks, shoulders and hair. We crude, sex-driven men could learn an awful lot from such tenderness and sharing.

Terri's hands trailed down Lisa's back and slowly unhooked her bra. Without breaking their kiss, Lisa shifted her arms forward and shrugged the silky garment off between them. Terri assisted, sliding the straps off Lisa's shoulders. All this proceeded with their eyes closed and firmly connected at the mouth. As they twisted and moved, threatening to break their lip-lock, they doggedly strained to maintain the intimate contact as if they were loath to separate.

Of course, Terri hadn't been wearing a bra in the first place and so both ladies were now clad in only their panties. The caresses continued across each of their naked backs and they slowly pulled together until their pointed nipples contacted each other and lightly rubbed up against one another in an erotic dance.

Reluctantly, the kiss ended – a slow, dreamy separation of moist lips – as their humid eyes fluttered open and they shared a gaze of secret intimacy. Genuine arousal and curiosity flitted through the expressions they grinned at each other.

"Satisfied?" Lisa challenged me, still staring directly into the deep brown of Terri's eyes.

"Wow. Uh, yeah. I think that settles that question once and for all," I sputtered, nearly speechless. "But as far as needing satisfaction...." I pointed lamely to my cock, thrust out parallel to the floor, throbbing in unrelenting need.

"Men!" Lisa chuckled still holding Terri's smoldering gaze. "Should we help the poor, suffering little boy out?"

Terri giggled and nodded, playing the cute school girl.

They mercifully shifted their attention to my raging hard-on, simultaneously dropping to their knees on either side of my cock. Lisa carefully took the base of the shaft in her warm hand and offered the tip to Terri. The young brunette smiled widely at the bulbing head, which was freely leaking a healthy drop of pre-cum. Extending her tongue like she was cherishing a delicious treat, she playfully licked the drop from the proffered tip.

"Mmm. How yummy!" she smacked her lips and wrapped her succulent lips around just the tip, encompassing not even half the head and sucking hard to draw out any nectar. Lisa obliged by squeezing the underside of the shaft, draining the tube of excess pre-cum. Terri smiled around the taste in her warm mouth.

Next, Lisa shifted forward to kiss the side of my cock right at the base. Terri positioned herself to mirror her action on the other side, nose to nose. They carefully, sensually enfolded my cock in their warm lips, widening the kiss until their lips actually touched, separated by the girth of my pulsating manhood. They stared into each other's eyes and began a long, leisurely slide up my length toward the tip. Pure bliss!

After several seconds of this glorious treatment, they began to trade off, first Terri taking the head in her wide-open mouth and sucking, while Lisa tenderly licked my dangling balls. With uncanny oral ability and what seemed like practiced timing, they slipped their way up and down my rod, trading positions. I have never, ever experienced a blow job like this. The sensations were awesome.

During one of the tradeoffs, Lisa informed Terri, "When it's time, he really wants to shoot off in your mouth. Okay?"

"Um-hm!" the younger fellatrice enthusiastically agreed, again stuffing her mouth with cock.

They played with me for long minutes, deliberately backing down when it was obvious I was near completion. They alternated from light and teasing to erotic and deeply arousing, striking a balance that teetered on frustrating but ultimately was wonderfully pleasant.

Then, with Terri's lips wrapped all the way around my sack, lightly tonguing my balls in her warm mouth, Lisa drove her mouth fully down on my shaft. She had never taken me so deeply into her throat in such an awesome way. I emitted a deep animalistic groan that signaled I had just stepped onto the erotic path of no-return. Lisa recognized it immediately and made a swift mental calculation of how many heartbeats she had until my load rocketed out.

With a simple guiding caress to Terri, she directed her away from my balls, which were quickly drawing up to my body in anticipation. Lisa's face was still impaled on my rod, her throat and tongue working the head and shaft in an incredibly arousing way. Terri shifted to the front, understanding my climax was eminent.

Reading my signs like an open book, Lisa bobbed deep onto my shaft once and drew off in a long, hard-sucking retreat. Her hand gripped the base hard, damming up the impending rush, and she smoothly sucked her way off my cock, simultaneously pointing the inflamed head directly at Terri's wide-open mouth.

The spectacle of these two beauties working over my cock, my wife manipulating and controlling my orgasm and the young nymph straining in wide-mouthed anticipation of my load pouring onto her waiting tongue was too much for my senses. Roaring, my climax overtook me so powerfully that my knees nearly buckled. My cock blasted a huge jet of sperm directly into Terri's expectant mouth.

Spurt after spurt cascaded in, expertly directed by my wife. She milked my rod like a pro, prolonging the pleasure and extracting every last drop which Terri dutifully took on outstretched tongue, the whole creamy load built up in a pool. As the throbbing in my cock subsided, Lisa pulled my cock over into her own mouth, sucking the last of my spending herself, something she rarely does, not truly liking the taste of my cum. The warm, enveloping confines of her mouth was heavenly. I could not have asked for a better conclusion.

Meanwhile, Terri remained devotedly on her knees next to us, mouth open, with my full load in a white puddle on her tongue. I became aware of Ron just off my right shoulder also gazing down lasciviously into her face, witnessing the scene. I had nearly forgotten him entirely.

In a deliberate, unhurried act, in full view of the three of us, Terri closed her mouth, swished the contents around for a moment and swallowed in a massive gulp. We all cheered.

Now that I was completely spent, the girls were determined to make good on their promise to Ron. I moved from between them and flopped down in the armchair, while he took my place as the center of attention.

Watching the girls work together on Ron was an erotic experience in and of itself. They had both taken the opportunity during the break in the action to remove their panties and so were completely naked while servicing him. They moved like poetry, seamlessly transitioning between jointly licking his shaft, sucking the head and delicately tickling his balls. All the while, caressing one another and sharing intimate, knowing glances and nods.

You could see just how proud Terri was to be sharing Ron; it was a little like a pornographic show-and-tell, with the young girl playing tour guide to Ron's secret erogenous zones and Lisa appreciatively acknowledging the guidance. For her part, Lisa appeared delighted to have Ron's remarkable cock at her disposal and to show off her own sexual skills and talents in pleasing him.

To my surprise, the ladies also seemed intrigued with each other's bodies – a gentle caress along an arm here, a quick pinch of a nipple there, an exploratory grope of the inner thigh in between. It was an extension of the familiarities we had been taking with each other's partners on the dance floor but raised to a new level in the bedroom and between members of the same sex. 

Watching my wife's gorgeous body – the swaying of her breasts, the way her cheeks bulged out when engulfing Ron's cock, the delight in her eyes as her tongue extended out to tickle his hairy sack – was almost as much fun as watching Terri's lithe body – her flat, rippled abs, taut legs and oh-so-beautiful ass. I could watch that ass for hours.

Whether it was a few minutes or an hour I really couldn't tell you, I was so enthralled watching this spectacle. But all too soon for me, Ron reached his peak. As both girls sensed he was getting close, Lisa broke away to ask, "Do you think he'll want to shoot on my tits?"

"Absolutely, he'll love it," Terri responded, just glowing with delight at the prospect. It was truly remarkable how much she just wanted to share that experience without any jealousy or self-consciousness over her own bustline. Equally notable was how they excluded him from the conversation entirely, either assuming he was too far gone to be coherent or with the understanding that this was truly their game and not his. Both were true.

As Lisa positioned herself to be a cum target, Terri drove Ron to the very brink by bobbing rapidly on his hard shaft, her tiny mouth stretched wide around his raging cock. Ron's hips were involuntarily thrusting in rhythm to his need, stuffing his manhood further down his wife's throat. With expert timing, Terri slipped off and gave way to Lisa who shuffled forward on her knees, breasts pushed up and together as a fabulous tit-flesh target, a sexy valley of cleavage awaiting the cum offering.

I had long since left my spectator repose in the chair and was looking over Ron's shoulder at my beautiful bride, noting the pure lust in her eyes, the hungry desire in the curled smile on her lips, the proud, almost defiant way she thrust her ample breasts forward. She was obviously relishing this experience as much as I was and enjoying my enjoyment of it, basking in the pride that I am sure shone from my face.

Terri had slipped slightly to the side now, a spectator along with me, as Ron took over the job of furiously stroking his rampant cock as he barreled over the brink of his orgasm. Grunting loudly in pleasure, Ron aimed his cock directly at Lisa's exposed and abundant chest. His first blast shot high of the target, catching Lisa just below the chin. Ron quickly corrected his aim and by the second and third shots was pouring his tribute onto her ample bosom.

Lisa beamed with pride as Ron dumped his entire load on her in frantic bursts. Ron squeezed and shook the final creamy drops of his seed from his purplish member. Terri slipped in between her husband and my wife to engulf his sensitive prick in her hungry mouth, her cheeks drawing in with suction as she extracted the last drop of cum from him.

Ron moaned in pleasure and stumbled backward to collapse on the bed behind him. Terri followed along and finished him up bathing his privates in personal attention until he was simply too sensitive to take anymore. He firmly but lovingly pushed her away, too overwrought for any more sensations.

Now we were faced with a problem I hadn't considered until this point. My cum-covered wife still knelt on the floor in the center of the room. What to do about cleaning her up? Not to worry, Terri had that task well in hand. With her husband satiated and reclining on the bed, she turned her attention to her newest sexual partner.

Terri approached Lisa with a lustful hunger in her eyes, extended her hand and helped her up onto the bed, moving carefully so none of the cum splattered across her chest dripped. This girl apparently really, really enjoys the taste of cum. Without even a hint of hesitation, she moved to the upward slope of Lisa's chest and began licking at the pearls of Ron's cum found there. A look of amazement and desire that must have mirrored my own suffused Lisa's face.

Terri continued around Lisa's sensitized chest, even tracking down the errant first shot up her neck to the bottom slope of her chin. Lisa was obviously turned on by the attention and she closed her eyes, simply resigning herself to the delicious sensations as the girl licked her clean. When Terri latched onto a hardened nipple, Lisa gasped and clasped her friend's head to her breast.

I watched, entranced, as Lisa's body responded to the erotic demands the arousing sensations were placing on it. Her hips began to undulate involuntarily and her chest swelled up to meet the lascivious licks Terri bathed it in. 

For her part, Terri straddled Lisa's leg and began a humping action against her thigh, her ass clenching and gyrating erotically. I began to believe my forcing an introduction to a little bi-sexual experiment might be paying off. In next to no time, both ladies begin moaning in pleasure.

Suddenly, Lisa sat up, shifting Terri to the side and taking control of the session. She pushed the younger girl down, straddled her head and planted her heated sex squarely in her face. The curly-haired brunette immediately began lapping loudly at Lisa's sopping cunt. Simultaneously Lisa spread the younger girl's legs and nestled her own face down into her crotch.

I absolutely marveled at the display of Sapphic love in front of me. My own wife, the one I knew so well, was furiously lapping away at another woman's cunt, while her own ass danced delightfully in the air to the rhythms of her lesbian lover's ministrations. Wondrous moments passed while they clutched at each other, the sounds of their heated groans and their wet sucking filled the room.

I recognized the sounds of Lisa's impending climax and watched the rippling muscles of her ass grow increasingly desperate in her search for release. Terri's legs were no longer planted in the bed as they had been moments before but were now shaking, wide-spread, in the air around Lisa's blonde hair. Terri's hands alternated between clutching Lisa's head down into her sex and gripping Lisa's heaving ass cheeks down into her own face.

Terri began moaning in the very throes of a climax, her legs shooting out even wider and then clasping down tight around Lisa's head. Her hips rutting firmly against her friend's face. 

I glanced only briefly Ron's way, noting that he was apparently completely out, entirely spent from his previous exertions. I moved into place behind Lisa's sexy rear, knowing how much she needs to be filled during or just after her climax. 

At my light touch on her hip, Lisa thrust her ass out behind, keeping her clit in contact with Terri's tongue but giving me full access to her drenched pussy. 

What a sight! Lisa's sexy ass was pointed directly at me, her legs spread and her back arched in a way that thrust her pussy back at me. It was glistening and wet, smeared with her lubrications. All the way up and down, her thighs glowed with heated juice. And there, trapped between those thighs was Terri's pixie-like face, screwed up in a grimace of passion, going through her own mind-blowing orgasm.

Sensing Lisa's movements through her climactic haze, Terri's eyes flew open to see me intently watching her pleasure. My cock had been renewed by all this activity and bobbed and weaved hungrily just over her face. The expression in her eyes conveyed surprise and wonder and renewed lust even as her mouth continued to work my wife's sensitive love button.

Without any more delay, I brought my cock up to Lisa's exposed cunt. Terri's eyes widened even further as she realized what a front-row seat she was to have to this interaction. Literally under her nose, I pressed my hard rod against Lisa's proffered opening. A muffled moan of desire came from the other side of the bed. Terri's hands came around and helped spread Lisa's cuntlips wide while I steadied the gyrations of her ass with my hands on her hips.




Sharing a Room Ch. 04



I pressed forward and the head of my cock disappeared into her hot box. Lisa cried out in pleasure. Terri didn't miss a beat flicking Lisa's clitoris with her tongue. I could feel the vibrations. After pausing a moment to appreciate the warmth and clutching tightness of her opening, I drove forward into her molten sex. It made a delightfully squishy sound.

Lisa cried out again into Terri's crotch while Terri herself moaned in pleasure as my balls dragged across her nose on their way to meeting her lips conjoined to Lisa's bud. I pressed up tightly against my wife from behind, probing her depths while Terri alternately licked Lisa's clit and my balls. Lisa ground her cunt back against me.

After a few moments of these delicious sensations, I drew my slickened rod slowly back out, smearing Terri's face from nose to forehead with cunt juice.

"Harder, harder! Fuck me harder, Steve!" Lisa gasped from within the clutches of Terri's thighs.

I would never deny such a request from my wife! Without pause, I plunged back in right to the hilt, starting a firm, steady rhythm. With the dual stimulation of my pistoning her doggy-style and Terri's oral ministrations, Lisa succumbed quickly to her own climax, her pussy clutching spasmodically around my invading member. 

Knowing how quickly she would cum, I did everything I could to speed up my own climax, a turnabout for me, usually trying to hold back. Given all the demands on my libido over the last several days this was a little harder than you would expect given the extraordinary stimulation I was currently receiving. I pounded hard several long minutes into my wife's pulsating sex, probably well into her "oversensitive" time, all the while feeling my sack haul unceremoniously over Terri's face. With that and my wife's bulbing ass as inspiration, I was able to achieve a "quickie" orgasm and deposited a light load into her churning twat.

"Oh, wow," Lisa spoke for all of us.

I remained pressed tightly into her from behind, straddling Terri's face until we all came down from the incredible high. I just knew what would happen next and wanted everyone to be completely ready.

Slowly, carefully, I pulled back out of my bride's ravaged cunt. Terri dutifully licked all around my deflating prick as it emerged, loudly slurping down the mixed fuck juice. Lisa moaned in pleasure as Terri's movement brushed her cuntlips and over-sensitized clit. When the head finally popped free, Terri focused her attention on the dollop of cum that spilled from Lisa's gaping pussy and let my limp dick smear a wet trail over her cheek and nose.

With my hands on her hips to steady her, Lisa sat up a little straighter to tilt her inundated pussy directly into Terri's face. I stared, astonished, as a huge flow of cum spilled languidly from her glistening honeypot. Terri lapped valiantly at the flood, slurping and swallowing convulsively, all the while saying "yum" and "mmm".

Once the initial wave was dealt with, Lisa proceeded to press down, planting her plundered cunt down firmly, engulfing Terri's nose, mouth and chin. This gave the young girl easy access to cleaning the inside, which she apparently did with gusto.

"Mmm. Terri, that is so good," Lisa cooed. "Yeah, baby, get it all."

Lisa worked her hips, grinding her messy sex all over the girl's face.

Completely spent, I left them to their sloppy intimacies and stumbled back to the other bed. Without another thought, I lay down next to Ron who was lightly snoring away and fell asleep to the sighs, moans, and squishy sounds coming from the other bed.

Sometime in the night, I went to the bathroom past the bed with my wife and her lesbian lover in it. They were both sound asleep but still all intertwined in the bed – hands fondling intimate places, sexy curves of hip and breast exposed to the world without a care. It was a fantastic sight which, had I not been so heavily tapped out, would have brought me an erection. As it was I simply smiled appreciatively, did my business and returned to the other bed and fell immediately back asleep.



Sharing a Room Ch. 05



At some level, I registered movement in the bed and realized that it must be morning. Through slit eyes, I peeked out at the world. I was surprised to discover Terri's cute face pressed down on one cheek, turned my direction almost right in my face. As she saw my eyes flutter, she smiled conspiratorially at me without uttering a word.

It was then that I realized from the angle of her head on the mattress, that she was bent over, her butt in the air. The movement on the bed was presumably Ron preparing to screw her from behind. She smiled again at my realization of the situation. I didn't move or make any indication other than to watch her expressive eyes directly in front of mine.

She tried to focus on looking at me but was obviously distracted by what was taking place out of sight behind her. I heard the condom package rip open and the rubber being rolled down. Terri's eyes sparkled in anticipation as she waited motionlessly, still fully exposed.

Over the next several minutes, I was treated to one of the most awesome exhibitions. It is a beautiful thing to watch a woman's face as she goes through the phases of arousal, pleasure and ecstasy. From Ron's caresses on her shapely behind, to the light touch of his sheathed member, to the introduction and initial penetration -- I could read it all in her deep, brown eyes. The distant glaze to her eyes as her attention shifted elsewhere, the warm glow of love at a soft touch, the slight widening of surprise and pleasure at the penetration.

It was a long, leisurely fuck -- sensual, prolonged. Ron took his time to feel the full depth of her, using slow, full-length strokes that built gradually in intensity. He did his best to convey his love and desire for her in actions and she did her best to wordlessly describe those actions to me with her expressions. It was a uniquely erotic, almost artistic, experience.

Eventually, Ron quickened the pace, rocking his wife back and forth, her head-down cheek gliding somewhat over the sheets. It was harder now for Terri to stay focused on showing me what was happening as she became more distracted by the pleasure building in her loins. Soft moans began escaping her pursed lips and the wet sound of their coupling filled the room.

I watched in stupefied fascination as their pleasure built together. I recognized Ron's arousal by the sounds he was making. But seeing the desire and lustful needs grow on Terri's face was a treat. Her cheeks flushed, her brow furrowed, she broke into a light sweat, her breathing became more pronounced and her eyes fluttered open and shut, trying to maintain contact with me but losing the battle with her other senses.

Soon her eyes squeezed shut altogether and she pushed back against Ron to meet his hard thrusts. Small grunting sounds were forced from deep within her pleasure and added to the scene. Quite unexpectedly I realized I could actually see her approaching climax, the storm clouds of her orgasm building in her expressions. Ron's grunts were becoming more pronounced and I recognized the now familiar pattern of his approaching climax. 

Both Terri and I realized at the same moment that they were, quite possibly for the first time, approaching the apex together in lock step. Her eyes flew open in wonder and blazed awesomely into mine. She knew that I knew and that understanding was an intimate sharing. 

And then the magical moment was upon them. Ron bellowed out his ecstasy as Terri, in wide-eyed astonishment, was swept away by her own joy. Abruptly, her eyes rolled back and then squeezed shut and her face contorted into a mask of bliss so intense it took my breath away. They rode the tidal wave of climax for several long minutes, clasped tightly to each other grunting and gasping out their love.

Thinking I should leave them to their own afterglow time, I rolled out of the bed and abruptly met the gaze of my bride, apparently fresh from the shower, frozen in mid-toweling of her blonde locks, staring open-mouthed at the scene laid out on the bed in front of her.

As I stopped, mid-stride looking at Lisa, Terri and Ron both turned, still coupled together and smiled at us both.

"Good morning. Sorry to wake you, Steve," Ron spoke first.

"Oh, no trouble at all. I was just rousing anyway. I must say it was a unique and delightful way to wake up," I replied.

"You two seem to be enjoying each other quite a bit better," Lisa remarked. She was standing in the bathroom doorway, completely nude running the towel across her back which made her breasts bounce energetically. Of course, I was standing naked myself with a full scale morning boner thrust out in front of me.

"We came together!" Terri exclaimed from her face down position in the bed, her sex still stuffed full of Ron's impressive manhood.

"Wonderful!" Lisa beamed at them.

The casual way we are talking freely about sex all the while standing absolutely uninhibited in front of each other was just really cool.

"Mind if I join you?" Lisa asked. "Seeing you doggy-fucking really has me turned on."

"We'd love that!" Ron replied exuberantly, ogling her bounteous chest openly, "but I might not be able to be much help for a minute." He yawned. "Maybe a quick nap and I'll be back with you guys."

"Mind if we enjoy your wife, then?" Lisa queried. 

"Be my guest," he offered without hesitation.

"Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I've really got to piss," I piped up, "but please don't wait on me." I crossed over to the bathroom, paused momentarily to kiss my wife good morning (made awkward by my raging hard-on poking her in the tummy) and slipped around her.

I returned moments later, having relieved myself of the night's bladder full, to find Terri in nearly the same exact position -- head down and ass pointed up. But now her face was buried between Lisa's wide-open legs as she lounged against the headboard. Ron was over in the other bed, lying on his side watching the action through sleep-heavy eyes.

Lisa smiled at me as she fiddled with Terri's curls. The casual way she directed the nymph's head between her knees was very reminiscent of how she used the dildo on herself. Terri was just a toy in her hands, a tool for her carnal pleasure. It was erotic in the same way and for the same reason that watching Lisa play with herself is so sexy -- that casual, "don't mind me while I fuck myself" attitude that I love so much. But it was at a whole new level with another woman doing the honors. It was "don't mind me while my lesbian fuck toy licks my clit." I nearly passed out from sheer erotic overload.

"Ron?" my perfect-in-every-way, dream girl asked, without glancing away from my incredulous gaze, "can we enjoy your wife even if we treat her a little roughly?"

"Do whatever you want to her," he answered sleepily.

"Even if Steve fucks her?" she pressed.

"Um-hm," he affirmed.

"In the ass?"

The sweetest moan of absolute desire came from between Lisa's thighs. 

"She'd REALLY love that," Ron confirmed.

"And you're okay with that?" Lisa continued.

"She's yours to play with; treat her however you want," he mumbled, drifting off.

This whole conversation was shared with my wife and I staring adoringly in each other's eyes. My heart was so full of love for her and my loins so full of lust. I am, without a doubt, the luckiest man alive to be married to such a prize as this!

As this discussion of her immediate future unfolded around her, Terri was working more and more feverishly on Lisa's cunt, apparently in appreciation and anticipation of the actions being negotiated on her behalf. Being treated as a sex toy seemed to be pretty agreeable to her judging by her efforts to orally please her mistress and the way her exposed ass waved invitingly in the air. As the conversation progressed, her legs spread even wider, her back arched even further, her body giving off all the indications of complete acceptance and full agreement with the plan.

Terri's ministrations and the sexy talk were having the predictable effects on Lisa. Her nipples went to full attention, her body moving in that way that almost makes the ripples of pleasure visible as they sweep around her body.

"There's KY on the desk over there. I slipped down earlier to the gift shop and bought you some," Lisa smiled openly at my delight.

"You are the best ever," I beamed, pure adoration of this woman pouring from my heart.

"You've wanted to fuck that ass since you first saw it in the airport, haven't you?" she asked, not at all accusingly.

"I'm a guy," I admitted. "And it is a GREAT ass. I don't know if I would have admitted it, even to myself at the time, but yeah, I really wanted to fuck it."

"Well, here it is," she offered.

"But I never, ever would even consider it without your permission," I said earnestly, truthfully.

"I know," she responded lovingly, "but I want you to. I want you to fuck that tight little asshole until you can't take it anymore and you dump your whole fucking load up in her butt."

Terri moaned again, louder, and there was a world of pent up desire in that sound. She really wanted it.

"It looks pretty tight, though," Lisa continued, "do you think you can get your big cock in there?"

"I don't know but I'm gonna try," was my reply. "Do you think it will hurt her?"

"Probably. It would have to, wouldn't it? I mean, it is made for pushing out not taking in. But do you care? I think she wants it to hurt," she callously replied.

"Um-hm!" Terri muffled, her face still stuffed with pussy.

"Shut up, bitch!" Lisa smacked the back of the head in her crotch. "Slut! Nobody asked you."

I was momentarily stunned by the dominant side of my wife. But she was obviously very much in tune with the younger girl's psyche. Terri moaned in abject passion and immediately redoubled her efforts to please her mistress. I was in awe. 

Lisa winked at me and continued, "And look at how tiny her little butt cheeks are. That itty, crinkled pucker in her crack has gotta be tight. It's gonna grip your shaft like a vise. You are gonna have to shove pretty damn hard to ram it up that tight channel."

Although Lisa apparently understood our young charge better than I, I was kind of glad that she had answered, if only to confirm what I hoped, that she really did want it rough, even if it was uncomfortable. Now understanding her need to be used, I joined in the game. "You're right. It's probably going to feel like I'm splitting her in two."

"Yeah, that long cock of yours is going to reach halfway back up to her throat," Lisa chimed in.

While this exchange had been going on, I had retrieved the KY, broken the seal and lubed up my enflamed prick.

"Yeah, dribble some right on her little rosebud, Steve," she directed. And then, to Terri, "Slow down a bit, whore. Just gently lick my cunt lips."

I poured a healthy dollop of lubricant out at the top of her crack, letting it flow down across her cute little anus. Wow, what a tight, little, mini-butt she has. The muscular curves of her gluts bulbed out in sheer sexiness, waiting to be plundered.

"Loosen her up, big boy. Stick a finger in her tight little asshole," Lisa directed, although I was already well on my way to doing just that. As she said this, she reached around and stretched the slut's butt cheeks wide open, offering her to me.

I wormed the tip of my middle finger into her. Despite Lisa's grip, her ass wiggled deliciously, showing its acceptance and even pleasure at the intrusion. I worked it back and forth a little bit to force some lube inside before proceeding.

"Bring your hands back here and hold yourself open, slut," Lisa demanded. Obligingly, Terri's hands replaced Lisa's spreading her ass open for the invasion, another step in debasing the girl.

My middle finger was well up her rectum now. "That's it, babe, work it. Open up her back door so you can fuck her good," Lisa encouraged.

"She is tight," I reported. "Her ass grips my finger really well."

"Good. We want it nice and tight. I want it to grip your cock like a fist."

"You wanna feel it?" I asked. Lisa looked at me with surprise. I truly believe she hadn't even considered it until that moment. I like catching her like that; understanding even before she does what she wants. Her surprise was quickly replaced by desire and resolve.

She sat up higher against the headboard shifted her cunt out of easy licking reach but made it easier to reach Terri's behind. I pried my finger back to just the opening and allowed Lisa's finger to dabble in the lubricant pooled there on her ass. Wiggling around a bit she slipped her index finger into the slut's tight little asshole. Without the muffling effect of Lisa's cunt, Terri's gasps and moans were more noticeable. It was easy to tell that this was really turning her on.

"Let me get a finger in, too," I said, working a lubed up index finger alongside Lisa's. There was something surprisingly intimate about sharing this experience together. Our slippery fingers held tightly against each other by Terri's anal ring. We smiled at each other with a shared secret. Who would ever understand the mysterious connection we felt, jointly finger ass fucking this cute little rump?

"Uhn," Terri groaned. The demands of two fingers probing her ass were taking their toll. 

"Take over and stretch her wide," Lisa directed and withdrew her finger from the tight, nasty confines of her lesbian toy's back passage. I immediately took over the job of loosening her butt with fingers from both hands.

Lisa, meanwhile, brought her finger directly from Terri's ass down between her legs. At first I thought she was going to bring the lube against her own bottom but instead she presented it to the poor, humiliated sex toy.

"Lick it clean, whore," she demanded. Terri hesitated a moment and I was afraid this was outside of her comfort zone.

"You might as well accept it," Lisa pressed her, "because in a minute, after he fucks your ass, I'm going to make you clean his cock off, straight from ass to mouth. You might as well get used to the taste."

Wow, I thought. You might be pushing this too far, babe. But as usual, her instincts were dead on, much more in tune to the little slut's secret needs. With a pathetic little whimper of submission, which conveyed the full extent of her depraved desire, Terri began licking and slurping at the nasty digit like some delectable treat.

Lisa watched Terri with sadistic glee and I watched my wife displaying this perverted, dominant side of herself that I'd never seen. It was magical and heart-racingly erotic in a way that I didn't fully expect. Is there no end to the intriguing facets of this woman?

By now, I had three fingers in the bitch's miniature ass, which looked originally like it had never passed anything with a diameter greater than a pencil. I deliberately worked them around, stretching them against the confines of the ringed muscle trying to expel them. This in and of itself was a new joy. Lisa's right, this is a fantastic ass to play with and from the first time I laid eyes on it, I wanted to play with its delectable curves and firm, youthful flesh. Who knew that I'd get the chance to probe it like this?

"Okay, slut," I growled, "What is it that you really want?"

Between licks she answered, "I want your cock, sir."

"You want more than that, bitch," Lisa picked up on the task immediately. "You've wanted it since you first paraded your tight little ass in your tight little shorts in front of us at the airport. You didn't know it at the time but you wanted it back when you were packing for the trip before you even knew us, before you'd ever even seen Steve. Oh, you didn't know that you wanted it from Steve but you knew what you wanted, didn't you? What did you want?"

"I wanted to be fucked in the ass," the poor wretched thing cried out. "I've always wanted to be fucked in the ass."

"I'll bet you work out and put your cute little buns in tight, tiny shorts planning for that. Fantasizing about it," Lisa continued the interrogation.

"Uh-huh," she admitted.

"And hope that someday someone will bend you over and fuck your ass like it was really meant to be fucked."

"Oh, yes, ma'am."

"And how do you want it to be fucked?"

"Really hard. I want him to ream my ass really hard and split me open." I just marveled at the fact that sweet little Terri, that hardly ever says anything at all during sex, is talking like this. It must be a powerful fantasy for her.

"But isn't that going to hurt?" Lisa challenged.

"Yess! It will hurt. It always does. But I love it! It is so nasty and it hurts like crazy and I think I can't take it, that I'm going to die, or at least throw up, it hurts so bad. But it is so amazing and nasty and not everybody can do it, but I can. I can take it up the butt. Once you get over the pain it is so amazing and such a feeling of being stuffed and having this secret, demanding, enormous weight in your behind. And I can take it and I can do it."

"You've been ass fucked before?" Lisa asked although we knew she had been.

"Oh, yeah. Twice, but not since college. Not since I met Ron. I wanted to, but it's not his thing. He could never be nasty enough, could never hurt me enough. It wouldn't be the same if it wasn't hard and incredible and leave me crying."

"And you want it like that?" I asked, needing to be sure.

"Oh, yes, please, more than anything," she wailed.

"Beg for it," Lisa, her mistress, required of her.

"Oh, please, sir. Please fuck me in the ass. Fuck me really, really hard."

My cock was at her back opening and I pushed the engorged purple head against my three fingers, two from one hand and one from the other -- protruding from her tight anal passage.

"Oh, yeesssss!" she hissed.

"She wants it, babe," Lisa encouraged me. "Don't hold back on her."

"Oh, please, master! Shove it in me. Stick your great big cock up my little tight butt," Terri begged.

I withdrew my fingers and pressed the well-lubed, rock-hard shaft against her anus, the head already half in before the ring shut down without my fingers holding it back.

"Oh, yeah, put it in me. I want it so bad. I want you to butt fuck me so bad."

I pressed forward with firm, steady pressure. She pressed valiantly back against my intruder. The head popped inside.

"AHHHH!" she shrieked as I breached the dark sanctum. "Ah! Ah! Ah!"

I held still, just inside the door. It felt like the end of my cock was getting pinched; she was so tight.

"Hurt?" Lisa wanted to know.

"Omigosh, yes," she gasped.

"You still want it?" Lisa asked her, watching her face intently.

"Yeah," she answered between tears.

"Do you really want it?" I double confirmed.

"Fuck, yes!" she answered with more bravado than she appeared to have.

"You need a good butt fucking?" I taunted.

"Fuck my ass. FUCK my ass. FUCK my ass," she chanted.

"Say the magic word," Lisa reprimanded.

"PLEASE fuck my ass. PLEASE fuck my ass," she corrected.

I pushed forward a fraction more. She was so tight; I couldn't manage more than what felt like millimeters.

"Ow! Omigosh. Yeah, do it. Ass fuck me hard! Please! Make it hurt."

With that kind of encouragement, who can resist? By applying firm, steady pressure, I slowly encroached into her tight backend. Lisa's attention rotated rapidly between my face, Terri's and the progress my shaft was making; all three data points yielding different information about the operation. I paused periodically to let Terri catch her breath and relax. Lisa was my guide, using Terri's grimaces and smiles as well as her own intuition to understand the pace and then communicate to me. It was a remarkable, non-verbal, three-way conversation about how fast to proceed.

Having Terri's miniature ass, thrust out so invitingly, under my prying hands and watching my erect pole sink into the stretched ring on a river of KY was an erotic dream come true, surpassed only by the encouragement and involvement of my life partner, my dearest friend. As such an active participant in the anal seduction, Lisa was giving me an incredible, erotic gift. Although my cock was physically embedded in Terri's cute butt, I felt more like I was making love to Lisa.




Sharing a Room Ch. 05



Hearing the gasps and grunts Terri let escape as she valiantly struggled to accommodate my girth, I was thankful for her earlier declarations of desire for the pain. No one thought it was going to be easy, but without knowing how much she wanted this, I would have been uncomfortable putting her through it. Knowing that we understood her position also made it okay for her to be honest about what she was feeling, without holding back in fear we would misunderstand and stop altogether.

It was slow going, though, and took a fair amount of time to work my cock all the way in. The look of exultation on Lisa's face when I was finally fully sheathed could only have mirrored my own. 

"Is it good, lover?" Lisa asked me.

"My cock has never been gripped so tight. It is amazing."

Finally, Terri spoke, "My gosh, it is huge! Give me a minute to adjust. The other guys who did me back there didn't have the length you've got."

"He's got a wonderful cock, doesn't he?"

"Oh, yes, ma'am. It's perfect."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Yes, ma'am. Like it's supposed to."

"You can take it," my wife encouraged her.

"I sure can!"

"You've waited long enough, stud," Lisa turned her attention back to me, returning Terri to her role as sex toy. "Let's see how much she can take. Start slow."

Slowly, deliberately, I extracted my cock from her rectum, watching her reluctant sphincter relinquish the hard-fought ground.

"Uuhhhh," Terri moaned in a long, heartfelt groan.

"Oh, yeah, big boy. That's it. Long stroke." Lisa coached, delighting in giving me this experience. "You want it. Ooh, that's good! Back in now. She wants it that way. You're fucking her. You're actually fucking her ass. What does it feel like?" 

"Oh, man, it is tight! I feel the ring gripping around my shaft all the way to the base. I feel like I'm pushing way up insider her. I'm only going to last a couple strokes like this."

"Do her ass, then! Butt-fuck her. Fuck that ass hard."

I grabbed her hips and started pushing and pulling really hard. Terri cried out at the demands I was making on her poor bowels, but I didn't care. She was my sex toy, a piece of ass I was rudely fucking for my own pleasure. I only had eyes for my darling wife who had graciously arranged this incredible experience for me and all my love and devotion was focused on her. In contrast, all my lust and uncontrolled rutting was focused on the astronomically sexy ass that was pliantly receiving my ravaging thrusts.

She was too tight for me to work up any speed that I could describe as pounding. It was much more like a slow-motion ramming. But the sensations were exquisite and I held nothing back from being vocal and facially expressive to show my appreciation to my wife.

"That's it, baby," she cheered. "Cum in her ass! Dump a huge load way up in her bowels! Cum for me, baby!"

With a roar, I did just that, the tingling starting way down in my toes and rushed up to my loins. I thrust hard and deep into Terri's behind, my hips pressed tightly into the muscular cheeks of her butt. I grunted out each pulsing gush as it raced along the length of my shaft and poured out deep in her rectum. And I watched the love and joy on Lisa's face while I did it.

"Stay right there for a second, lover," Lisa cooed as she rolled, still nude, from the bed. She returned moments later with two washcloths. One, steaming hot she handed to me to clean myself as I withdrew and with the other, cool and refreshing, she gently began to soothe away the tears streaming down Terri's cheeks.

"Is that what you wanted, dear?" Lisa asked the trembling girl, my cock still well up her butt.

"Oh, my gosh, yes!" she exclaimed. "He tore me up!"

"That's what you fantasized about?"

"Exactly! That's what an ass-fucking is supposed to be."

"You are an amazing little slut," Lisa giggled and then smiled up at me.

"Ahhh!" Terri sighed, as I extracted my cock from her tiny ass, wiping it with the warm cloth as it came. Her asshole snapped shut as my head cleared and I pressed the washcloth soothingly against it. Lisa continued to stroke her hair and rinse the tears and sweat from her face.

Glancing across the room to the other bed, I saw Ron, wide-eyed, watching us attend his wife. Judging by his expression, I guessed that he hadn't slept much, witnessing nearly the whole episode. Whether he got a nap or not, he didn't object at all to our treatment of his wife and his cock had certainly rejuvenated.

Turning around our conversation from earlier, I asked, "Terri, would you be willing to share your husband's impressive cock with my wife? I'm thinking she's the only one that hasn't climaxed yet today, and a sample of that meat between her legs might be just what she needs."



Sharing a Room Ch. 06



Lisa and Terri both glanced over at the suddenly hopeful Ron, who looked thrilled to be invited back into the party. It appeared, however, that he would have resigned himself to spectator status if we'd required it of him. It was a glimpse into his submissive side.

"I think he'd like that very much," the nymph replied, still nestled up with her head in Lisa's lap.

"I think they both would," I said, smiling into the smoldering eyes of my wife. "And would you be willing to help in every step of the process, Terri?"

"Yes, sir," she squeaked, gamely committing to do her part even though she clearly had doubts about what that role might be.

"Then, would you mind going over to the other bed and bringing that remarkable specimen of cock-flesh over here?" I was deliberately avoiding speaking to or acknowledging Ron, transferring to him the designation of sex toy and I intentionally involved Terri to strengthen the sense of joint participation.

She gingerly climbed from the bed, wincing; her abused ass clearly objecting to every movement. Once fully upright, she paused, her hands massaging her clenching buttcheeks as she strove to pacify her torn and misshapen anus. After a deep breath, she mustered a brave, almost triumphant, smile at me, acknowledging the cause of her discomfort, and crossed over the few steps to her eager but patient husband and his raging cock. She tenderly reached out and caressed his manhood, ever so slightly drawing it forward.

She seemed to instinctively adopt the focus that it was his cock that mattered and not the rest of him. She gripped it lightly but deliberately and pulled him gradually off the bed. To his credit, and despite his obvious eagerness to do this, Ron waited to be led, acknowledging that his destiny, his pleasure, his very movements, were to be directed by another.

While this interaction transpired across from us, I slipped around the other side of the bed and climbed in, propping myself up against the headboard and slipping a shoulder under Lisa so she cuddled back against me. With both of us turning our heads slightly I could gaze adoringly into her eyes and yet her body was positioned for easy access for her approaching stud.

After guiding her husband directly between Lisa's open legs, and even giving him the gentlest of shoves forward to indicate where to go, Terri faltered, not sure what to do next. She seemed unsure of whether she should stay with us or retreat to her husband's former spectator place on the other bed.

"Join us," I directed. Blushing, she slid in on the other side of Lisa, tight quarters on the double bed.

Lisa had been watching the approach of Ron's big prick with obvious anticipation but now that he was right there, on his knees at the end of the bed, she turned her attention to me, content to let me orchestrate the whole experience for her much as she had gifted me with Terri's behind.

"Guide him right in," I instructed Terri before turning my attention to my wife. Both of us ignoring the other couple as we concentrated on the fun of sharing an intimate moment together. I delicately kissed her lips as Terri drew Ron's manhood closer to Lisa's core. Reading her eyes, the intonation of her breathing, the whimsical play of her lips, I recognized when Terri peeled open the heated flower and directed the throbbing tip of his cock against the flowing wetness of Lisa's honey pot.

"You want this so much and I want so much to give it to you," I whispered lovingly to Lisa, my eyes locked on hers.

"I do. Thank you for giving it to me."

Terri began using the cock to caress Lisa's opening, heating the anticipation with the tip brushing just inside her. A little intake of breath and slight widening of her eyes betrayed her expanding desire.

Despite the fact that my wife was about to get screwed by another man and that his wife lay right up against her, directing his cock against her open, welcoming pussy, it was a remarkably private and intimate moment for us as a couple. Terri and Ron existed only as extensions of our love for one another. This couple had become just another way for us to make love to each other.

"Mmm," she sighed as the head breached. She lay perfectly still, simply letting the experience happen to her.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.

"Yes. Very nice," she sighed back.

"Bigger?"

"Yeah, it opens me a little more, even on the initial penetration."

"Tell me."

"It makes me feel more open, more daring, more... Oh, he's going further in and my body is welcoming him." 

Ron groaned quietly, feeling the exquisite pleasure of my wife's carnal tunnel. This involuntary sound was soft but since his position atop my wife left his head nearly touching ours, even this quiet sound was easily overheard. We took it as appreciation of Lisa's beauty and sexiness rather than let his presence intrude on our laser focus on each other.

"Slowly, slowly," I cautioned him.

"Mmm, yes, I like that incredibly slow pace," Lisa smiled at me. "Make me feel every delicious inch."

"You like it gradual like that. Focus on that cock, inexorably pushing its way in," I instructed. Terri whimpered now, too, wordlessly conveying how arousing such a measured entrance could be. And, I suspect, longing for how that must feel. I got the impression that Ron typically used his substantial girth more forcefully, preferring quick thrusting to this restrained, mind-bendingly erotic, slow penetration. Maybe he would learn some things about varying his technique to drive a woman's arousal.

"It just goes on and on," Lisa observed, her breath quickening and her distracted eyes reflecting deep pools of desire. "At this pace it feels like it just stretches forever."

"Stretches endlessly deep into you or stretches you wide open," I solicited, enjoying her focus on her own arousal.

"Both," she gasped. "I was thinking of how deep, but you're right I'm stretched all around him, too."

In the midst of this delightful conversation, I somehow became aware that other than observing and wishing it were her, Terri had really very little to do at this point. The arm that was wrapped around my wife's shoulder cradling her against me extended around to Terri, who was snuggled against Lisa in the crowded bed. With that hand, I lightly touched Terri's hair, gently guiding her head down ever so slightly.  She immediately grasped my direction and slid down until her head was positioned between her husband's and my wife's chests, eye-level to Lisa's engorged left nipple.

While this was happening, Lisa continued her narration. "I love the feeling of fullness, of restrained passion as he gradually forces his way in. It's like steel-hardness covered in softest velvet."

"How does that make you feel?" I queried.

"I feel wanton, sexy. There is nothing quite like taking a cock deep inside. His size makes demands on my body as I stretch open for him but it is so sexy that I can do it, take him in. It is a good feeling to oblige him. And the fuller I get, the hungrier, the emptier, my pussy feels."

Right about then, Terri took a tentative lick at Lisa's nipple. Her eyes, which had started to droop with the sultry, smoky look of the distracted, snapped back to lock onto mine as the electric charge of arousal raced up from her sensitive breast. "Oo," she inhaled delightfully. We heard a self-satisfied giggle from Terri, followed by what sounded like a wet, sloppy kiss. Lisa's smile broadened.

"Thank you. You know how much I appreciate having my nipples sucked on while we make love," she remarked, keeping up the premise that all her sexual pleasure was coming from me even if the physical contact was through Ron or Terri.

"Oh, man, he is pushing into areas that don't usually get touched," she gazed in wonder at me, that far-away expression re-asserting itself on her beautiful face. She shifted slightly against me, in order to adopt a slightly better angle. There was something very erotic about her squirming a little, trying to get comfortable around the imposition of his penis. 

Then it was Ron's turn to strain a little, as he fought around the difficult angles caused by four of us in the bed. With a slight grunt, Ron closed the last inch and settled fully home, completely sheathed in the molten heat of Lisa's sex.

"Omigosh," Lisa breathed. "I am stuffed so full. You have complete possession of my body. I am yours, all yours. That big cock owns my body."

"You want to be fucked with it now?" I asked the obvious.

"Oh, yes, please, kind sir. I really need a good, hard fucking."

With a guiding hand to his hip, I directed a slow, but not too slow, withdrawal.

"Oh, yeah, lover. Oh, that is soo good. I want this so much. I want to feel what this big cock can do to me, where it can take me." Lisa was still staring adoringly into my face, her eyes brimming with such love and desire.

When I had guided Ron almost all the way back, I paused him with a gentle pressure. "Here, let me position your legs," I requested and tucked my free hand behind her right knee. Terri picked up on the action instinctively and caught her left knee in her hand. Together we drew Lisa's legs up and out, leaving her splayed and exposed for the fucking of her life.

"Oh," she gasped, realizing how vulnerable she was in the position that her husband and friend now held her in, so reminiscent of how we held Terri earlier as we shaved her. Her face was an absolute mask of lust and erotic desire. She knew full well what was coming next and the anticipation of it was about to consume her.

Instinctively, obediently, Ron waited for my signal and didn't move a muscle, although the anticipation must have been eating him alive, too.

"You ready?"

Though her eyes remained locked on mind, her attention was obviously elsewhere.

"God, yes. Take me. I am so open, so ready." 

Still, Ron obediently waited for my approval. Lisa fairly trembled with anticipation. I nodded once and he slid home.

"AHHHHHH!" she shrieked in ecstasy, her eyes wild and unfocused as the sensations simply overwhelmed her. I actually watched the first wave of orgasm crest over the beach of her desire. It flowed across the features of her face in a tangible surge. I had never seen Lisa go over the edge so quickly from a single thrust. At the same time, it was obvious this was just the first of many climaxes she was prepared for.

Without letting go of Lisa's doubled up leg, I extended a finger out and touched Ron's back, holding him in place with his rod stuffed fully up my wife's spasming cunt. His pelvis grinding up against her fully exposed clitoris. Her legs trembled in my and Terri's hands as we held her splayed completely open. Her hips bucked, using whatever leverage she could muster from our arms folding her back at the knees, in an obscene grind against him and working her sex up and down his marauding cock.

Her face was frozen in a grimace of pure bliss and she grunted animalistic pants that spoke volumes about what she was experiencing. I watched the struggle play like storm clouds across her face – relief, tension, satisfaction, hunger – they chased one another over her expressions.

Without giving up my perfect view of the multi-hued emotions on her face, I took us to the next level. "Fuck. Hard," I ordered and Ron, the marionette, jumped to my pull of his strings. Immediately, he commenced a harrowing fuck that plowed the pliant furrow of my beloved. He held nothing back as he plunged in again and again, bludgeoning his way deep into her womb, ravaging his way into her very core.

I am usually too involved in a moment such as this to appreciate the gushing sounds of a rampant cock thrusting into the flowing wetness of a pliant cunt. This day, though, I found new appreciation for the sloshy sound as his glistening pole rammed in and out.

Lisa was in a whirlwind of pleasure, her legs held wide, his cock thrusting deep, his pubes punishing her clit on each downstroke. There was no escape, no flinching, no respite from the relentless pounding. And judging by her face and the way her ravenous body yielded to the abuse, not the slightest desire to turn away. She embraced the brutal fucking with an abandon that belied her sensible nature.

Quickly recognizing the groans Ron was emitting, I reluctantly broke the locked gaze I had on my wife's face long enough to cast a thunderous glower directly at Ron. "Don't you dare cum, you bastard," I snarled. It stunned him completely, having the effect I had hoped for, distracting him enough to derail the climax I knew was about to overtake him. Although I knew full well he would be dumping a load in her within minutes and I had no problem with that, I wanted to prolong this ride for Lisa as long as I could and knew that throwing some doubt in his mind would accomplish that. I stared him down even as he continued fucking hard.

"Ah, ah, ah," Lisa cried. Even in her folded back position, she managed to arch her back, thrusting her breasts forward for Terri who was latched onto one breast while her hand mauled the other. The sensations rocketing through Lisa's body must have been sheer overload.

Wave after wave had been surging over her, too many peaks to try to comprehend. Every nerve ending was firing, her whole being an exploding star of ecstasy. Ron labored on, struggling in a titanic battle to hold off his climax; I could see the difficulty and pain in his face, the strain in his body. Finally, a coherent word from Lisa. "Enough, enough." She gasped in a lone conscious moment between waves.

I shifted my attention back to her lust-ravaged face. "Take it," I demanded of her. Her eyes widened slightly in comprehension and then rolled back in her head as the raw sexuality of the moment swept her away from me again. Although I could tell her cunt was burning from the hyper sensitivity of multiple orgasms, I wouldn't relent. I knew instinctively that she could push through it for one more massive climax. 

Right then, Ron lost his battle for control. "Shit!" he yelled and gave up the fight to hold back. As he began spilling his seed, the sloppy sound of his cock churning in my wife's welcoming cunt became even more pronounced.

And Lisa had apparently worked through her earlier desire to break off. "C'mon, c'mon," she encouraged, continuing to work his cock on her clasping pussy. The pulses from his cock were obviously adding to the eroticism of the moment for her.

"Don't slow down," I continued directing Ron. "Work her cunt." I was trying to get him to refocus on the job he was doing rather than his own enjoyment, the sensations playing through him. I know from experience that paying too much attention to the feelings hurries on the burning sensations and the erection slipping away.

With obvious effort, Ron continued driving into Lisa. Her head was rocking from side to side, lost as she was in her own pleasure. I could tell from her flush, from her breathing, that she was close but not quite there. As Ron continued to toil away through his own orgasmic haze, I shifted in a way that let my hand slide down to Lisa's ass. 

It was erotic in and of itself to feel her churning, clenching glutes working hard to milk every inch of the meat filling her. Again, with marvelous insight, Terri had mirrored my motion and her opposing hand met mine on Lisa's roiling, slick behind. Glancing across our copulating spouses, I grinned at the lusty desire and sheer wonder reflected in her eyes. At some point, Lisa had apparently pushed Terri off her sensitive breasts; I guess I was too preoccupied to notice until now.

"Don't you dare let up," I told Ron, even as I recognized the pain and effort on his face as he struggled to continue fucking even through the hyper sensitivity of his orgasm.

Now, as I grabbed a fistful of ass cheek, Terri mimicked me on the other side. Together, we began to work Lisa's butt even harder around Ron's dick – massaging, pulling, kneading, spreading. The effect was not lost on Lisa, not only the increased physical sensations, but the awareness of her husband and girlfriend helping her fuck, the intimate knowledge of her needs and the carnal desire driving her at that moment, served to build her pleasure. We were an intimate part of her carnal act, fully aware of what she craved, yearned for, and we were determined to do whatever we could to please her.

I even swatted her ass once or twice, not hard enough to bring any pain but enough to convey passion, to drive her on, an encouragement to drive for her pleasure. It was almost a counter balance to the rhythm of their fucking.

Then, as I palmed the firm swell of her backside, my thumb snuck up to lightly caress her engorged inner lips, stretched tight around Ron's pumping cock. I admired the gooey wetness flowing around the juncture and even lightly brushed against the side of his drenched pole as it plunged in and out. My fingers, meanwhile, curled carefully in and pressed firmly against her perineum and anus, not penetrating at all, as Lisa doesn't care for that, but providing solid pressure that increased the tension in her pelvis. That did it for her.

"FUCK, YES!" she screamed and her whole body went into a seizure that threatened to knock us all from the bed. Terri lost her grip on Lisa's ass cheek but quickly brought it back into contact with a resounding smack and punctuated it with a couple additional spanks that egged Lisa on in her delirium. Her churning, spasming body flailed about under the influence of a monumental climax and our combined ministrations.

After a moment or two, I stilled Ron at the very deepest part of his stroke. He collapsed fully on top of all of us, overcome by the effort he had exerted to satisfy my seemingly insatiable wife. Her exertions gradually wound down, occasionally punctuated by a tremor. The four of us clung tightly together, entangled in incomprehensible fashion, hugging, clinging to each other's naked bodies without concern for who touched whom where. I think we all dozed for a few moments in hedonistic bliss.

At long last, the focus of my affection and the center of all our attention stirred, emitting the most gloriously satiated hum of delight I've ever heard.

"Wow," she sighed, settling herself beneath the pile of naked bodies surrounding her. "Thank you. All of you. That was the most incredible thing I have ever felt."

Sensing the moment, Ron shifted backward, beginning to carefully untangle himself from the pile of merged body parts.

"Hmmm," Lisa hummed, wanting to linger in the moment. She purred, "Go slowly."

Leisurely, Ron extricated himself until he was separate from us and linked to Lisa only by their conjoined genitals. Deliberately, he began an unhurried retreat. Terri and I simultaneously rearranged ourselves to be intrusive spectators of the whole event, disregarding any sense of propriety or privacy, intent on witnessing in microscopic detail, every withdrawing centimeter, every lewd element of the whole operation. We giggled at each other from opposing sides of our spouse's hips. Only inches from their juncture, the smell of their cum washed over us as we took in every glistening drop.

When Ron's shining pole was about halfway out, Terri repositioned herself again, diving under and pushing Lisa's leg up out of her way. Wordlessly, Lisa let out a short sigh that said, "Don't mind me, just barge in wherever you feel like!" But her exasperated ruse was all a front; it was easy to tell how much she enjoyed being the slutty center of attention. 

Sensing where Terri was headed, I moved in close at a higher angle, my head almost resting on Lisa's tummy as I watched Terri worm her way underneath Ron's dangling balls. Her tongue snaked out to lick delightedly at the cum dripping off the base of his prick. While all this movement was taking place, Ron had paused to patiently give his bride time to position herself to perform the oral cleanup job she so obviously relished.




Sharing a Room Ch. 06



"Ready now, slut?" my wife asked.

"Yes, ma'am," Terri submissively responded.

"Okay, then. Do it, stud," she instructed Ron. As his prick popped free, a huge flood of mingled cum poured out of her gaping cunt. Loudly, Terri began the clean-up process, slurping and licking, trying not to lose a single drop. She licked across Lisa's exposed asshole to catch the farthest reaching drips and sucked her cunt lips to capture the glistening dew lingering there. Ron patiently waited through this process until Terri got to him and sucked the sticky goo dangling from the head. Then she engulfed the whole deflating pole to make sure she sucked it clean.

We all watched in satiated pleasure as she did the duty.

As she finished, I roused, mumbling my intention to shower away the residue from my earlier excursion into Terri's backside.

"Why don't you two lovebirds go cuddle on the other bed," my bride granted them permission to move. They seemed lost without firm direction from us but their expressions showed such desire for each other. They stared at one another with goofy grins on their faces and appeared on the verge of breaking out into giggles, they were so delighted with themselves and the day's events.

Wordlessly, like young lovers on a spring day, they shifted to the other bed and cuddled as if they had just shared the most private, intimate and tender moments with each other. So beautiful, so obviously in love.

"You okay if I shower?" I confirmed with the joy of my life who was laying on the tornado-struck disaster of our bed. She was the very picture of debauchery. Her well-worked sex was still engorged, gaping open and glistening brightly between her open legs. Her full, ripe body glowed with the aura of erotic satisfaction that only a woman fully satisfied gives off.

"I don't think I could move if I wanted to. Not sure I could even close my legs, let alone stand," she smiled at me warmly. "You go shower; he needs some extra cleaning before the rest of the day," she wrinkled her nose a bit but softened the statement with a smile in her eyes.

"I love you more than anything, you know," I grinned back.

"You proved it today," she replied.



Sharing a Room Ch. 07



The next several days were filled with typical vacation events – sight-seeing and shopping, frolicking on the beach in the sun, lazy naps under umbrellas by the pool and shows or night-club activities in the evenings. For the most part, we were intimate only with our respective partners although our close quarters still led to plenty of voyeuristic opportunities.

We had long since dispensed with any bashfulness, changing in front of one another and abandoning the restriction of any sleepwear completely. The bathroom door was rarely, if ever, closed and we all felt free to use whatever facilities were needed despite who might be making use of the other amenities of the room. It was likewise considered an acceptable social norm to sit and stare while someone else in the room was going about their business, appreciating their charms regardless of what state of undress they might be in.

It also became fairly common to wake in the night to the sounds of our guests going at it and drift back into fitful slumber to the sounds of their rhythmic movements or their murmurings of endearments to each other. Similarly, we did nothing to restrain our passion for one another in front of our younger friends when so inspired.

One exception to this focus on our own partners came one morning when Lisa woke feeling frisky and chose to start our day with a quick romp. After some sleepy-headed foreplay, she ended up on top, straddling my hips as I strained my pole up into her clenching sex. Our climaxes had certainly grown more vocal since the week had begun and I gave full voice to my pleasure while pumping a morning load up into her churning vagina.

She collapsed on top of me and I clutched her tight to my chest as we slowly came down from our orgasmic high. We were sharing our mutual satisfaction with each other, whispering in each other's ear, when I felt the foot of the bed shift with the weight of someone joining us. Moments later, I sensed Terri kissing and licking her way up our legs and thighs to the juncture of our conjoined genitals. Both Lisa and I shifted our legs apart to accommodate her actions, giving her free access to Lisa's bottom and my balls.

Soon enough I could feel the gentle caress of Terri's breath on my private parts, followed by delicate licks and nibbles as she bathed us in lascivious attention. When it suited Lisa, she raised up a bit from my dwindling erection, making way for Terri to taste our combined creams oozing languidly between us.

The little pixie dove forward to enjoy the fresh results of our copulation. From her comments, sighs and moans, I could tell that this was particularly pleasurable for Lisa as Terri noisily sucked her engorged nether lips and used her long tongue to greedily search out any errant drips around the base of my shaft and balls. I suspect she even trailed her tongue up across Lisa's sensitive anus, something Lisa generally has expressed revulsion at but seemed to be warming to as she received the experience this week.

By the time we were completely disengaged, I think that Lisa had experienced another mild orgasm that came over her almost as an echo from our intercourse, more of a shuddering tremor as she settled down against me. For my part, my sensitive but limp cock didn't fully deflate as I drifted off into a sleepy, erotic haze. By the time I came fully awake with Lisa snoozing comfortably still on my chest, Terri was back in her own bed cuddled with her lightly snoring husband.

As the last night of our vacation approached, however, I knew we wanted to have one more joint episode to fulfill some of the fantasies each of us had expressed interest in earlier in the week. To this end, I had a couple private conversations with Lisa about what we both wanted and were comfortable with. If nothing else, this week of hedonistic abandon had cemented open sexual communication as part of our renewed and invigorated intimate relationship.

I knew by now that we didn't really need to consult with our young friends about our plans, they were always expressly willing to accept our lead and participate in whatever activities we chose, at whatever level of involvement we preferred. So the morning of the last day, I informed them that I'd get dinner reservations for the evening and that they should plan on joining us for the night. As expected, they were more than willing to oblige us.

After yet another sumptuous dinner, when the waiter asked us if we were interested in dessert, I informed Ron that he shouldn't consider it since he would be having a delicious and lengthy dessert back in the room. As you might expect, this stopped conversation, confused the poor waiter and left my wife (the implied "dessert") blushing. Despite my outrageous introduction to the evening's theme, everyone bought into the idea immediately and we were all suddenly in a hurry to get the bill paid and get back to our shared room.

When we arrived, we quickly set Ron's (and coincidentally Lisa's) fantasy in motion by stripping him and securing him spread eagle to one of the beds using various hosiery Lisa and I had worked out earlier. We had also purchased a couple of sturdy blindfolds in a gift shop during the day to ensure that we would have at least one that fit comfortably and would keep our victim suitable in the dark.

Ron was already sporting a healthy erection without hardly even being touched. He was the very picture of the sacrificial victim – vulnerable, submissive, and exposed in his desire to be taken advantage of. 

I was having the time of my life watching Terri, who was almost giddy with delight as we prepared her dear husband for this long-sought experience. She pranced around giggling, trying to help but doing more to get in the way than actually providing any assistance. That she is entirely oblivious to this fact makes it all the more amusing.

Once Ron is secured, I sit down in an armchair to watch the proceedings, content to bide my time for my part in the games. As Ron waits and stews in his own anticipation, Lisa takes charge, saying to Terri, "Undress me. Prepare me to use your husband."

All too readily, Terri complies with an eagerness and expectant glow radiating from her every action. Delicately, sensuously she undresses my wife, carefully folding each item she removes and placing it deliberately on the desk. She reverently kisses and caresses each exposed part of her mistress – neck, shoulders, back – and even bows to kiss her toes as she removes her shoes and socks.

Likewise, as she removes Lisa's bra, she almost worshipfully caresses the bounteous curves and pays homage to the sensitive nipples. This is not a rude invasion of Lisa's personal space as you might think when fondling someone's privates but is a servant-like caring for the needs of her superior. Similarly, when Terri removes her mistress' panties, she lightly caresses and kisses her bottom, which Lisa graciously deigns to let her do. I find it achingly erotic as I watch from my front-row seat. 

And I can see the subtle signs of Lisa's arousal. Sure, there are the things you would expect – erect nipples, dilated eyes and shallow panting breaths – but there are also signs I have come to recognize from my intimate moments with my lover – like the way the muscles in her abdomen tighten, the cute flush at the tips of her ears and the almost feline stiffness in her spine that betray intensely erotic feelings coursing through her.

As Terri completes her task, divesting her mistress of her final piece of clothing, Lisa draws her up with a touch on her arm and envelopes her in a soft, feminine kiss directly on the lips. Terri moans softly into the tenderness of her mouth. Only days ago, I would never have thought I'd ever witness my clearly heterosexual wife in such an exhibition of Sapphic eroticism but here it is before my very eyes. And clearly initiated and enjoyed by my loving bride. Oh, life is so good.

They hold each other for long moments – exploring, sharing, connecting – before Lisa gently breaks the kiss and they pause, nose to nose, and stare into each other's smoldering eyes. Without a word, it is obvious the time has come and Lisa turns her passion from the woman to the woman's husband. 

During this entire exchange, Ron has been lying helplessly on the bed next to them, straining to hear every hush of cloth as it passes over a newly exposed patch of heated flesh, the soft, subtle sound of each adoring kiss, the wet and sensual meeting of the lover's lips. Whatever level of expectancy he has achieved while being restrained on the bed has been raised considerably by the sounds and smells his heightened senses report to him in the sight-deprived world behind the blindfold.

As Lisa turns to enjoy her lover's lover, Terri immediately feels extraneous and awkward standing alone in the middle of the room. Glancing about for direction, she catches my eye and I merely nod, inviting her to my lap. As she comes to me, I nod again, glancing up and down her sprite-like form. In perfect understanding of my unspoken direction, she pauses and begins removing her own clothes.

Lisa approaches Ron on the bed, sensuously running her hands familiarly over his body as she chooses. I find it breathtakingly beautiful to watch the love of my life enjoy herself with his fully male and fully defenseless physique. She takes her sweet time twining her fingers in his chest hair, tracing an index finger languidly over his lips, lightly running a fingernail the length of his erect manhood which elicits a sharp intake of breath conveying surprise, pleasure and frustration all at the same time.

By this time, Terri is completely naked and has settled on my lap, keenly watching the activities on the bed but also unashamedly available for my fondling pleasure. As we watch my spouse become more and more intimate with hers, I idly toy with her most personal parts. I caress her and manipulate, occasionally pinching or flicking as I chose. She denies me nothing, only shifting to offer me greater or easier access or sometimes moaning in pleasure, pain or surprise as I play with her.

On the bed, Lisa has begun teasing Ron by straddling his head; her heated pussy only inches from his face, letting her scent engulf him and deepen his longing to taste her. Just when he thinks she will give him his heart's desire, she shifts away, only to turn around and lower her pendulous breasts to his open and panting mouth. His disappointment and confusion gives way to delight when he realizes what is before him and he eagerly begins to lick and suck in adoration of the offering.

Meanwhile, my fingers idly toy with Terri's engorged pussy lips, alternately tugging at them and caressing the slippery crease between. Once, without taking my eyes off the proceedings on the bed, I accurately line up my fingers and abruptly flick her turgid clitoris, eliciting a yelp and a flinch to close her legs, which she quickly corrects, spreading her legs wider in invitation to further exploitation. 

I respond by inserting my finger into the molten wetness of her lubricating canal. She groans in pleasure and grinds her hips lewdly against the invading digit. I withdraw and bring the finger up to our faces as we sit cheek to cheek. I inhale the sexy scent of her desire before painting her lips with the wetness. She furtively licks at my finger while allowing me to spread the glistening moisture over her parted lips.

On the bed, my wife is busy smothering her subject in bounteous tit-flesh, a fate he welcomes with lapping devotion. When it seems almost inevitable that she will drown him, she relents, sits back upright and again positions her overheated sex tantalizingly close to his awaiting mouth. We all watch, transfixed, as she gently lowers to just barely in reach of his tongue. Sensing the motion of her body, the all-consuming scent and feeling the heat from her pussy, he strains upward to lick delicately for a taste.

"Oooh, that feels wonderful, Ron," she coos, the first actual words spoken in such a long time.

My hand returns to Terri's unguarded crotch and finds its way even further back where I press a different finger against her nether opening. I am encouraged by the longing expressed in the deep groan that rumbles in her small chest. I wiggle my dry finger against her crinkled entrance, worming it partway inside to manipulate and tickle her locked backdoor. My hand moves up again to our faces, this time carrying the muskier, earthy smell of her ass crack. I offer my finger to her and she eagerly sucks on it, providing plenty of saliva for lubrication.

Ron continues to strain and struggle to provide as much contact and stimulation as he can to my wife. Pleasure infuses her face and I can see her enjoyment in the arch of her eyebrow and the flair of her nostrils. Her hips rock gently back and forth in rhythm to her delight. 

As my fingers return to their occupation exploring Terri's lower openings, I began to whisper in her ear. "What a naughty girl you are. You like watching your husband please another woman. You like seeing him lick a pussy. A pussy you tasted just the other night. A pussy that you would have gladly licked yourself if you had been given the chance."

"Mmm," she whines in humiliation and desire, "yes, sir. Yes, I would have."

"If you could, would you trade places with him?"

"Yes, sir. Yes, I would."

"And right now you're letting your husband lick her. In fact, you encouraged him to lick her, tied him down so he had no choice but to service her. And you helped prepare her so that she was aroused and horny and wet for him. You want her to sit on his face and grind her cunt all over his mouth and nose."

"Uhhh," she groaned again, my words heating her up even more so that her hips rocked against my fingers which were now lodged up to the second knuckle in her vagina and rectum.

"And what would you say about a girl who sexes up another woman so that she can sit on her lover's face until she cums?"

"She would be a whore; a dirty, fucking, slut whore."

"Who would be a dirty, fucking, slut whore?"

"I am!" she hissed. "I'm a dirty, fucking, slut whore!"

"And what happens to dirty, fucking, slut whores?"

"They get spanked, sir! They get their dirty, fucking, little asses spanked so fucking hard!"

"Ask me."

"Oh, please, sir! Please spank the shit out of my dirty fucking little ass!"

"Beg."

"Oh, please, please. I beg you. Spank me really, really hard. I'll do anything. Anything you want but please spank my dirty, fucking, slut, whore ass!"

"As you wish, bitch. Get over my knee."

Terri scrambles up, my fingers unceremoniously popping free of her tight little holes and throws herself across my lap. I glance at my wife, who is still enjoying Ron's outstretched tongue, her pussy lips and thighs glistening with pleasure and delight. She is staring at me with incredulity, watching me play our little submissive along the lines of the nymph's own fantasy (and mine) and I see joy on her face at my pleasure, at the attainment of my dream, that she is so happy I am realizing. I'm guessing that over the last half-hour or so my face has held a similar expression of excitement and wonder, witnessing the fulfillment of her fantasy.

Without further delay, I bring my hand down hard against the tight little ass so temptingly offered across my knees. The smack resounds in the quiet confines of the room and Terri jumps, emitting a tiny yelp and gasp. She quickly recovers, however, and settles further on my lap, arching her back and thrusting her muscular bottom up in invitation to receive the next. 

By chance, my eyes happen to catch the corresponding little jump in Ron's cock, the conversation and proceedings having not escaped the sensitive hearing of the little slut's husband. His delight is transmitted through his pounding heartbeat to his pulsing flagpole. Although I can't see his face, I'm sure if I could, it would have the same expression of delight for his lover, that she was finally getting the desire of her heart in the realization of her long-held, spanking fantasy.

Now, Lisa's desire crests and she sits down, pushing her gushing sex squarely into Ron's prone and vulnerable face and she starts an obscene bump and grind around his nose, mouth, cheeks and chin. Boundless joy infuses my bride's beautiful features making her even more gorgeous and desirable to me, if that is possible.

I've started a steady rhythm of spanking Terri's cute little bottom, alternating between cheeks.  A cute pink flush appears almost immediately on the extraordinarily white skin above her tan line. Tan lines, plural, actually, as Terri has graced us this week by wearing a variety of bikini suits with varying cuts, even agreeing on one occasion to putting on a daringly small suit that Lisa pushed her into purchasing at a local shop. She turned more than a few heads that day.

I amuse myself by spanking all around her behind, watching the firm flesh ripple under the stronger strokes and ensuring I warm the entire surface. Terri starts squirming around a bit, not so much to escape the pain, I think, but in her excitement over the sensations, much like she couldn't hold still or contain her exhilaration while tying down Ron. I can feel her deliberately pressing her pelvis against my thigh, attempting to hump my leg.

Once I feel she is sufficiently warmed, I change tempos, using increasingly hard swats at a slower pace to let both of us appreciate the effect more. Terri begins to offer little grunts in echo to each spank, but the sound is not so much one of pain as it is a sound of erotic satisfaction, part of the repertoire of sounds that none of us have hidden from each other in the openly erotic context of our shared hotel room.

After every third or fourth hard swat, I pause and caress, massaging the heat into her muscular rear-end, simultaneously taking liberties to finger the wetness of her flowing cunt and probe her asshole with my thumb. I also switch to striking the same location multiple times, intensifying the sensations. My efforts do not appear to be wasted. 

Terri's grunts become more impassioned and her squirming on my lap more pronounced and almost desperate. I've watched this girl pass through the throes of arousal, tension and relief often enough this week to be able to appreciate her rising excitement. Although her movements become more pronounced and erratic, they are clearly not designed to escape or shrink away from the blows but to the contrary, she seems intent on thrusting back even harder against them.

During one of my breaks, as I gleefully manipulate and probe my subservient victim, I remember to glance over at my wife, so enjoying the services of her own subservient victim. On her face I recognize the contorted mask of orgasmic bliss, the blush suffusing down full to the upper slopes of her abundant chest, the muscles of her abdomen rippling with the effort to grind her hips voluptuously across Ron's face, his head locked in the vice-grip of his dominant's thighs. I idly wonder how long it has been since he has been granted any oxygen.

I have my own selfish enjoyments to worry about, however, and my attention is quickly drawn back to the undulating ass slowly blushing from pink to red before my entranced eyes. Pausing only momentarily to appreciate the color as well as the undeniably sexy shape, I resume my heavy handed assault on Terri's ravishing posterior. Her responses to my resounding strikes are becoming more vocal, the inarticulate grunts giving way to "ah," "ouch" and "mmm." Even the occasional "yesss" slips in with an extra-long "sss." I hope that this spanking is everything Terri has dreamed it to be; it certainly is meeting my long hoped for standards.

A couple cycles of spanking followed by soothing massage later, I step the intensity up another notch as my target continues to give every sign of enjoying the experience. I have so little experience with real-life erotic spanking that I worry a bit about whether I am being too harsh or too lenient but I've got to trust the open lines of communication that have been built over the past few days. I expect Terri to let me know how much is enough. Judging by her actions during the caress and massage part of the cycle where it is obvious her arousal level is continuing to spiral higher, I estimate I am still on the right track.




Sharing a Room Ch. 07



As I deliver the hardest shot yet, I wonder whether I'm spanking hard enough to bruise the young girl and whether she would consider that a problem or a bonus. Right now, that seems to be tomorrow's worry. I get a loud "Ahhh" for my effort, and I finally hear some pain in her voice but it still sounds to me like what she referred to the other day during our anal sex session as "a good kind of pain." So, I deliver another equally strong blow to exactly the same spot.

"Ow," she finally cries and I pause.  She squirms, apparently tasting the sensation and coming to a decision. "Okay, go on."

I treat the other cheek to the same experience. 

"Ah, ah, ah," she trembles under my hand.

"Ooh," she sighs as I massage the heat back into her backside. In addition to the heat and deepening red color I'm seeing, I also notice that her butt seems rounder and fuller. I guess we've got a little swelling going on. It definitely adds to the sexiness of her derriere.

I take another moment to check on our spouses. To my relief, Ron hasn't suffocated yet. In fact, he appears to be zealously lapping at Lisa's engorged pussy lips as they hang under her squatting position. She seems to be giving him a bit of a break to breathe and get more delicate sensation from him rather than intensely mash her clit against his chin. 

She smiles at me in her hedonistic joy, silently sharing a loving moment as we stare affectionately at each other. Each happy that the other is experiencing exactly what they want to and both enjoying sharing our own physical pleasure with the one we most want to share all of life's experiences with. As I watch, she settles her pussy back down on Ron's face and closes her eyes, focusing again on the pleasure of his tongue buried inside her.

"What does my dirty, fucking, slut whore need now?" I growl, my voice deep with lust.

"More. I deserve more," is the broken reply, Terri's voice from the other side of my knee, thick with emotion.

"I need you to tell me when you can't take anymore, bitch. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, fucking , slut, cunt, whore, bitch," she gasps .

"And what does a filthy cunt like you get?"

"I get my fucking ass spanked until it is fucking black and blue."

"Good answer, bitch," I reply and resume my spanking.

Eventually, Terri asks me to pause and I hold off momentarily expecting her to slide off my lap or sit up. But after a few moments to recover, she asks me to resume. This continues for several cycles until finally I think she truly has had enough.

As I continue to fondle her, I put the next question to her.

"What else do dirty, fucking, slut whores get?" I ask.

"Cock," she answers, sensing as I do that it is time to move on. She is sniffling now, the last round of spanks seeming to have elicited real tears.

"That's right, bitch, they get cock. Lots of cock stuffed in all their holes." I've currently got my thumb up her ass and my middle finger deep in her sloshy cunt, my ring finger diddling her clit.

I look across to meet the eyes of my darling love, my joy and my partner. She smiles at me with a satiated and smug smile. She has a glow about her that only comes through multiple orgasms. My eyes travel down the ripe lushness of her sated form, past her full, ripe breasts that still bear the bright red marks of her pawing and tugging at them as she drove for her pleasure; down past the slight paunch of her belly to the deeply blushing plump of her well-used sex. It has apparently had quite a workout. 

I realize suddenly though, that I can see her full pussy between her well-spread legs and yet she is still astride Ron's face, balanced on his nose while she languishes back against the headboard. I can see poor Ron's jaw muscles continuing to flex. This can mean only one thing – Lisa has positioned him to tongue her backdoor and he is actively working to rim her asshole.

My incredulous gaze returns to her smiling face. She has seen the realization dawn on me and smiles at being able to surprise me, even at this late hour.  But her expression is also tempered by just a touch of embarrassment at a newly discovered guilty pleasure that she has denied for so long having even the slightest interest in. I grin encouragingly at her, sharing in her joy at having found something else to delight in and silently promising to help her explore it as much as she might want.

But I have my own pressing needs to fulfill as well and I turn my attention back to my half of the submissive couple.

"Get up, whore," I command. "Turn around and show your abused ass to your mistress."

Terri of course obeys without question, sliding off my lap to the floor, rising up facing me and bending over to display her shame to Lisa. I take note of her tear-stained cheeks before she bends over and hides her face to the floor. Lisa gasps at the display and covers her mouth with her hand. Terri's poor ass is flaming red.

"Okay, cunt, what do you want?"

"Cock, sir. Your hard, fucking cock."

"Get up. Turn around." The girl obediently complies. Oh, man, that is the sexiest, reddest, cutest ass ever!

"There's your cock," I growl, indicating Ron's flagpole still throbbing blatantly directly in front of her. "See how licked raw my wife's cunt is? See how rock hard that makes your husband? That's the cock you get. Go squat on that fat cock and ram it up your fucking pussy."

Terri glances back at me over her shoulder, puzzled and starts to shake her head. "No..."

But I am adamant and glower at her. "Go!"

Reluctantly, she complies, shuffling forward with her abused ass facing me, mounts the bed and waddles forward until her dripping opening is positioned tantalizingly over Ron's throbbing manhood. I come up behind her and reach around, kneading her breasts and whisper into her ear. "Now push down slowly all the way and stay there; don't move."

Lisa and I watch as Terri captures Ron's pulsing cock in her hands, lines him up and ever so slowly begins to sink home. Lisa raises up and sits her butt up on the headboard, giving Ron a break and he groans in absolute bliss as he feels his wife envelope him.

In record time, I shed my clothes and approach Terri's flaming red ass from behind, a generous dollop of KY on my finger. Gently, I push Terri forward to expose her crinkled back entrance. When the cool wetness of the KY makes contact with her anus, Terri gasps in joyous realization that she is going to get my cock after all.

"I told you. Dirty, fucking slut whores get all their holes filled. Now, tell your husband what is happening."

"Ah, ah," Terri exclaims. "Oh, Ron, my love. He is greasing my asshole up with lubricant, sticking his lubed up finger into my dirty, filthy ass. Oh, my gosh, Ron, he is going to fuck my ass while your cock is shoved up my cunt!"

"That's right, whore. We're going to use all your holes, all at the same time. Now I want you to lean forward and take over the job your husband didn't finish on my wife's cunt. Lick her up and down and taste the cum that your husband made my wife cream out of her cunt."

I pressed her forward until her face was between Lisa's spread legs. I know that Lisa was probably pretty sated and may be too sensitive for a heavy duty workout, but I trusted in her resilience, her ability to control exactly how much sensation Terri would give her and I knew that she truly wanted to share this incredibly intimate joining of all four of us.

"Now, Terri and Ron, I want you guys to hold completely still while I fuck Terri's ass," I said as I lubed up my shaft and applied even more lube to her puckered little hole. I carefully lined my cock up against her rear entrance and pressed. A moment later, the flared head of my throbbing dick pushed through the tight restraining muscle. Terri gasped and squirmed at the intrusion.

"His cock is in my ass," she narrated for her blindfolded husband. "His cock is in my ass and yours is in my cunt."

And with those words, abruptly, unexpectedly, the "dirty, fucking, slut whore" role-play ended. Just like that. 

Sure, my hand was still stinging from the blistering I had given her butt. And the heat from that fusillade still radiated from her ass to my pelvis and abdomen, but the spell was broken, replaced by an even more magical and wondrous connection and intimacy between us.

Suddenly, the incredible connection and uninhibited sexual sharing, the communication and freedom to explore and discover, to be vulnerable and raw and transparent with each other was overpowering. All four of us were linked, physically and emotionally, at the purest expressive level. All of us just knew it.

As I paused with my cock head just barely inside Terri's tight, muscular ass, giving her time to adjust to my invading girth, Lisa moved wordlessly at the head of the bed, loosening Ron's arms and taking off the blindfold. Terri and Ron stared into each other's eyes in a smoldering sharing of love, devotion and joy while I connected with my lover in a similar stare.

When Terri was ready for more, she acquiesced by dropping her head to her husband's bruised and battered lips and delicately, tenderly licked away just a small trace of my wife's cum. As I eased my aching manhood another fraction of an inch deeper into the well lubricated grip of her clenching ass, Terri guided Lisa back between her and her husband with a gentle hand to her hip. Lisa gratefully accepted the invitation back into her position in the interconnected tangle of bodies on the bed.

Ron resumed his oral exploration of her asshole and Terri began investigating the sensitive spots of Lisa's pussy, not as submissives forced to a task, but as lovers, sharing an experience and a connection through the body of another. My eyes locked onto Lisa's as we similarly shared our love and devotion to each other through the sexual linking with this remarkable couple.

As I watched the wonder and fascination of new and erotic experiences play over the love of my life's face over the next long moments, I little by little gained ground in Terri's tight rear passage. She accommodated me silently, deliberately relaxing and opening her body to my invasion. Whenever the demands of my incursion became too great, she would shift slightly, pressing her sensitive lips or clitoris against Ron's pelvis or cock, the resulting wave of pleasure distracting, relaxing and reconnecting us all to the breathtaking intimacy of the moment.

This entrance into her rear-end had none of the force, the pain, the need to be used that my last foray into her ass had demanded. This was excruciatingly slow and personal and every bit as sexy and awesome.

I'm not sure at what point I became aware that the incredible tightness in Terri's cramped bowels was not just her insides adjusting to my imposition but that I was actually pushing against Ron's cock in the overcrowded quarters of her petite pelvis. It was impossible for me to tell whether I was feeling my own throbbing heartbeat, spasms from Terri tightly clasped around my marauding cock or subtle adjustments by Ron as he strained upwards into his beloved.

I looked up in wonder into my own love's eyes and she reflected the wonder and awe that I was feeling at the incredible sensations. I reached out and we clasped hands – one more connection binding us to each other. Subtly, Lisa pulled me forward, drawing me into Terri, encouraging me to take her completely and merge us into one intermingled space.

When I bottomed out against Terri's heated asscheeks and felt the warmth still blazing off the red, swollen surface, a groan of sheer pleasure rumbled up from deep within my core. Terri also felt the contact of my hips and pelvis against the oh-so-tender surface of her badly abused behind and moaned in a delicious voice of unadulterated passion. 

That small sound touched off a chain reaction that undid us all.

Ron's hips responded involuntarily to the sound of his lover's passion and twitched ever so slightly in the tight sheath of his wife's cunt. She hummed her delight against the susceptible folds of my bride, who gasped and clenched our interlocking fingers. In turn, my cock throbbed in reaction to the delightful sexual tension in my lover's touch and my eyes locked onto the deep pools of desire and bliss in hers.

Ron reacted to the pressure of my cock tip insinuating against his through the thin membranes separating us deep in his wife's bowels by redoubling his efforts to work his tongue in the sensitive rim of my wife's asshole, her hips instinctively thrust forward against Terri's face, gliding her overburdened clit over the pixie's button nose and letting down a gush of girl cum on her tongue.

Simultaneously, everyone's hips began moving against each other – not thrusting, not "fucking" in a crude sense of the word but grinding, creating friction, attempting to milk and merge and combine with each other. The effect, of course, is that everyone's libido crested. I have no idea who came when or in what order, whether there were multiples or one long one or whether it was the best one ever or over all too soon. I only know that we shared a four-way connection of intimacy the likes of which I had never dreamed; physical and emotional pleasure blended in fantastic ways; it was hard to tell if I was enjoying the sensations or enjoying that fact that one of my partners was enjoying the sensations. I wanted to scream and cry and sing all at the same time. Maybe I did.

At some point, somehow, Lisa and I moved to the other bed and I cuddled up to her, spooning her from behind on the far side of the bed. Likewise, Ron and Terri snugged together with Ron on outside. Ron and I drifted off to sleep in our respective orgasmic hazes while the ladies, both on the inside edges of the beds facing each other, chatted into the night, discussing sex and pleasure and feelings and how sharing made them feel. I know women process experiences by talking and I was thankful our wives were able to share their intimate experiences so fully and completely. I drifted in and out of consciousness periodically, only vaguely aware that the girls giggled and whispered and shared long into the night.



Epilogue

We continued to keep in touch with Ron and Terri in the subsequent years, primarily Christmas card letters and the occasional email. Communication of their sexual needs and desires apparently continued unabated after we had forced them into that mode on the fateful trip. Ron improved his ability to control his climaxes and Terri learned to express her needs more clearly. As I understand it, every so often when her sexual needs are particularly high, she ties him down and straddles his face for an extended period of oral fulfillment. This seems to put things back on an even keel for a while.

In another development, Terri's breasts grew a full size after their first son was born, a transformation well documented with pictures Ron proudly emailed us. Fortunately, their sensitivity only increased with the change and Terri happily reported that she has had orgasms from breast stimulation alone.

Ron never was able to get over his aversion to anal sex but together they found ways to satisfy her anal interest with several toys and plugs. Terri proudly explained in one letter to us how she was able to achieve the level of sensation she was seeking by sitting down heavily on a rather dramatically ribbed butt plug. It makes her feel appropriately "used back there" which apparently is the experience she typically wants from anal sex.

For our part, our intimacies only got better and better. Lisa now understands and accepts that my occasional male interest in another female form is not disrespectful to her or any indication that I'm dissatisfied or looking for sexual gratification outside of our idyllic marriage; I just enjoy looking at women, all different shapes and sizes, and particularly enjoy small, athletic, round asses. 

Her acceptance of this has even evolved to the point where she will subtly point out cute tushies that I might be interested in. Most times I've already made note of it, having a sort of radar for such things, but I take her acknowledgement as approval to get a little better look, without, of course, being so blatant as to be disrespectful to the woman in question. It has become a shared interest which makes it all the more enjoyable.

Similarly, I have tried to take more interest in her interests. I've discovered that there are times when I feel especially devoted to my wife and want to express my love and adoration in a special way. One such time I figured out how to tie myself down to our bed so that she found me blindfolded and helpless when she got home from work. As I'd hoped, she promptly straddled my face and rode my nose and chin for what seemed like hours. My tongue and jaw muscles were sore nearly a week but the secret, satisfied smile Lisa wore for days made the slight discomfort well worth it. This has become a regular part of our sexual repertoire and a wonderful way I express my complete devotion to my lover.

There are also times, however, when our sexual interludes take a deliberately less tender path. Through our experiences in the Caribbean, I've learned that sometimes Lisa just wants me to take charge and express my passion for her. In these times, our interludes are less "lovemaking" and more "raw sex."

One such time when we were both were especially horny, I tied her legs up over her head to the corners of the headboard and put pillows under her bottom, leaving her completely and totally exposed in a fashion similar to the way she was splayed when Terri and I held her open for Ron to drive into her. She had a monumental orgasm as I drove hard into her in this vulnerable position. Every now and then, she asks me to do this to her. Just the fact that she asks for it is so erotic to me. I do confess, however, that I miss Terri's special clean-up efforts after we've had a particularly pleasurable session like this.

Although Lisa still does not feel comfortable being spanked in any sort of disciplinarian role-play, she does occasionally submissively lie across my lap and let me play with her ass. This includes mostly massage and caresses but can include some light slaps that sensitize and sting more than cause any real pain. I also get away with tickling her rear opening and hinting at penetration. From our open conversations, I know the act itself doesn't really bring her much direct pleasure but the act of submitting herself to me because I like it arouses her.

We've also discovered that an occasional hard spank in the heat of passion, say when she is riding me cowboy style or we are in a sixty-nine with her on top, really heightens our pleasure. Again, not so much because she enjoys the sensation of being spanked but because she likes the way I express my desire and hunger for her in such an expressly physical way.

Although we've talked about it often and promised ourselves on numerous occasions that we would get back together with Ron and Terri and enjoy further sexual exploits, I think we have come to realize it really isn't necessary. We had an unexplainable, fantastic, chance experience that launched both couples on an incredible road to sexual fulfillment that none of us could have predicted. All are happy and content with the outcome and, so far, we haven't seen fit to try to recreate or improve upon our experiences.  But you never know, do you?