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Midsummer Weekend Pt. 01

By: MrIllusion



 Edited by Gustavca

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As jet after jet of my sperm began overfilling the spasming pussy of a woman who was not my wife, my mind was screaming: "This was not supposed to happen, even on a Midsummer's night!!"

Let's go back a few days to try and understand how everything went wrong somehow. Each year for the past seven years, on the closest week-end to Midsummer, our eclectic group of friends meets up at Rinette's cabin. The place itself is absolutely wonderful. A very old and capacious wood lodge that can easily accommodate twenty people, located partway up a heavily forested mountain slope. There's a small lake with an artificially maintained beach nearby and lots of unique and remote spots for camping. Rinette's parents were quite wealthy, and luckily for us, they were not stingy with all that money. The lodge was always kept well stocked with all sorts of food & alcohol, sporting equipment, three jacuzzis, one cedar sauna and a couple of outdoor showers. 

It is the perfect place for our Midsummer gathering. The first of those gatherings happened almost by accident. We decided on the weekend without realizing it would be Midsummer, and the fun couple of days went by almost like an ordinary weekend. Almost. It was great. The company was wonderful, as was the weather, food, drinks and fun. Yet something was different. 

Strangely enough, the person responsible for all the Midsummers since then has never returned. Doug simply happened to be Kate's boyfriend that first year, and as he happened to be a Celtic history nut. Not the basketball team, the ancient people that colonized much of Europe thousands of years ago. After a few whisky shots, Doug began talking about what Midsummer meant for those ancient people, how it had been celebrated all over Europe. Despite the remarkable diversity between sub-cultures, some things stood out as constants: a huge fire, lots of drink, lots of dancing in the night, and lots of sex. 

Doug lamented, with a hint of a smile, that we had kept the first three traditions, but somehow had lost the fourth. When Kate replied: "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that if I were you...," everybody laughed. The long kiss she gave him left very little to the imagination and I think that the five couples there enjoyed great sex that night. That in itself was very nice, but it wasn't all that exceptional. Regardless of the culture, nights spent in log cabins after fun days with friends always end up quite heated. 

What turned out to be different were the two days after that first Friday night. Somehow the fact that Midsummer was a sensually charged event altered our mindsets. Usually we came here to relax and enjoy our friends. That following morning, despite the great sex, I think we were all still sexually charged. It wasn't an obvious change, but as the day went on, we started acting differently. The women wore skimpier clothing. The guys didn't bother to put on shirts all day long. All the couples were more affectionate with each other and this physical closeness of the couples became generalized to the others on the last day. I don't remember our group of friends being that close, physically, ever before. 

While nothing spectacular happened during those two days, I think everybody was tuned to the different atmosphere. We were acutely aware we were a group of ten healthy, sexually active men and women and, even if all the usual boundaries remained strictly in place, something new was in the air. The hugs goodbye, on the final Sunday afternoon, were a lot longer and warmer than usual. Even with the guys still shirtless and most of the women wearing bikinis, nobody either skimped out or felt awkward because of all the skin on skin contact. 

For me, Will, and my wife Nella, that long drive home began as an easy conversation about the weekend, but ended up in a tense silence. Now far away from the lodge and that magical atmosphere, we didn't really know how to actually talk about it. The physical closeness and general sensual mood had been obvious, but we hadn't talked about it at all. By the time we came back home, we had managed to clear a few things up and while it was very strange, we both concluded we had enjoyed it immensely. 

During the next few weeks and months we talked about it on a few occasions, but as time went by, that weekend began feeling like a dream. Yet the photographs were there, clear reminders that something strange had happened. Nella was particularly uncomfortable with the one that showed her laughing in the arms of Lincoln, her legs wrapped around his waist, while they were wearing nothing but swimsuit trunks and a bikini. The thing is that I was right there in the picture, laughing with them. Months later, it did feel quite awkward. 

The following year when Rinette called us up in late April to set up the next meet, we didn't quite know what to expect. We said yes, obviously, the weekend had been marked in our calendar for a few months. Rinette didn't mention anything about the special atmosphere, and everything looked like it was going return to usual. In fact, Kate had broken off her relationship with Doug, so we were not going to have another lesson in Celtic history.

If Doug had been present this year, he might have given us a warning about full moons on Midsummer, which would have explained why I behaved so strangely this year...

But back to that second year, Rinette's perfectly neutral call had two distinct effects on Nella and me; we were both relieved and disappointed. Relieved because it really had been an out-of-character weekend, and both of us didn't quite know if we wanted to relive it or not. Yet... Yet we did have a lot of fun. 

On the Thursday night before leaving for the lodge Nella and I were in our room, packing our clothes. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nella stop moving for a few seconds. I looked up but she had her back towards me and I couldn't see what she was doing. Suddenly she turned and looked at me with a neutral expression, "Should I bring this?" The "this" in question was one of her bikinis, one she had bought on impulse yet never wore in public. All black it looked more like lingerie than a real bikini. It even had a lace trim across the breasts. 

Now, let me make something clear. Most of us are used to seeing bikinis in movies or TV shows or on the beach. Yet not everybody wears bikinis the same way. There are girls and women and, more importantly, there are women and "women". Maybe I'm biased because she's my wife, but Nella is a stunningly beautiful woman, and I can't imagine a man that wouldn't be more than satisfied by my wife's curves. Nice legs, great hips flaring below a proportional waist, and a wonderful pair of breasts. Most of her bras are 36DD, and she more than fills them up. A woman with a body like that, wearing a bikini with a thong bottom and lacy top, simply can't walk around innocently. In fact, every time she wears it in our backyard we end up having sex in the pool. 

Now, with a perfectly neutral expression on her face, and wearing nothing but snow white lingerie at the moment, she was holding this particular bikini and asking me if she should bring it to our weekend with our friends. We stared at each other for long seconds until I broke the tension by smiling. She smiled back, winked at me and dropped the bikini in her bag. I grinned, shaking my head, and immediately started reconsidering what this weekend would be like. Nella had been apprehensive about the upcoming Midsummer, but apparently she had made her choice. 

So had everybody else, actually. That second Midsummer weekend there were just about the same five couples: Nella and me, Rinette and her husband Lincoln, Eleanor and her husband Timothy, Hope and her husband Connor, and finally Kate with her new boyfriend Markus. As soon as Rinette, Lincoln and Hope came out of the lodge to greet us, I knew something was up. Rinette and Hope both had their hair loose, the first raven black and slick, the second bright red and curly with a few feathers and strands of colored twine attached. Rinette only had a small bikini and Hope wore old cut-off jeans and a very tight tank top with a barely-there bra underneath. As for Lincoln, the semi-professional diver, was in even better shape than ever, tanned all over and wearing nothing but his swim trunks. Nella looked at me and grinned. It looked like Midsummer was going to become a new tradition.

And it did. Yet through all those years, nothing unfortunate happened, like cheating or intense moments of jealousy. Some very irregular moments did happen, but there was usually enough alcohol and laughter to forestall any strong reaction. For instance, I was not supposed to end up with my hand cupping Hope's bra-less breast during that first Twister game. But as it was either that or falling over everybody else, we simply laughed about it. Twister became one of the favorites in the following years, and most everybody ended up placing a hand, or even mouth!, where they were not usually supposed to. What saved us, in the long run, was that nobody tried to go further every year. The temptation was there, but I think we are all mature enough to resist it. 

Which made my situation, with my cock and sperm deeply lodged into the wrong pussy, all the more abnormal. 

So let's get back to this year's weekend. A few days ago, Nella and I planned for the seventh such Midsummer with great anticipation. I say "planned" because we actually need to plan a few things now. Strangely enough, we never actually talk explicitly about the sexual aspect of the weekend with our Midsummer friends. It's obvious to everybody now, but nobody ever dared talk about it. Still, some years something memorable happens and adds to the different traditions and rituals. 

For example, Nella's black bikini eventually wore out, but she always made a point of bringing one ridiculously sexy bikini every year. Now all the women do the same. One year Lincoln prepared a little geolocation game, and placed very sexy photographs of Rinette and himself, either alone or together, in the caches. Lincoln now prepares the game, but we all bring a few sexy photos with us to share. 

The most outlandish of these traditions is probably Hope's letter idea. My guess is that this is the only exception to the unspoken rule "don't talk about it," and that she checked with the other women before doing it but I'll probably never know. Two weeks before the fourth Midsummer weekend, all the guys received an anonymous letter. We only learned last year that Hope had written them. In these short letters, the anonymous Hope wrote a few things she couldn't say to us in person, like just how handsome or desirable she found each of us. She even hinted she allowed her imagination to run wild with us when she masturbated! Those letters had an amazing effect. The following year most of us sent and received such letters, and they had the expected effect; after reading them we were all primed and ready to enjoy the upcoming Midsummer. 

So once again Nella and I were together in our room, packing our bags for the weekend. Our letters had been sent a few weeks ago. Nella had her new bikini. We both had our masks for the mascarade. My warpaint was ready... We also added a few new things in there, hoping to surprise our spouses and friends. We hit the road Friday morning with music blasting away in the car. Everything was perfect and we were both in high spirits. 

Rinette and Lincoln welcomed us, and we discovered we were the first two to join them, and that this year the group would be the five original couples. Last year we had been fourteen people, and while it had been quite a lot of fun, Nella and I were both pleased to find ourselves surrounded by our oldest friends. They greeted us warmly, as usual, a lot more warmly than when we see each other during the rest of the year. This year Rinette kissed my cheeks *very* close to my lips. A grin and a wink followed those kisses. "You should let your beard grow like Will's, Lincoln. ...and don't say that it will mess up your diving, I just won't believe it!"

We all laughed at that. Lincoln took great care of his body, kept most if not all of his skin hair-free, supposedly to help with his diving. Even his hair was cut very short. It paid off, though, he had by far the most flawless body of the men in our group. Tall and lean, but very muscled, built like a diver in top shape. I always told him he had the legs to be a great runner, long and thick. He even kept his tan golden all year round: "For competitions, you understand..." he added with a grin. Rinette wasn't the jealous type and, in any case, she had always had an eye for muscular guys. 

Still charmed by the kisses, I allowed my eyes more time than usual on Rinette's body while the women kept on talking about Lincoln's body. While less athletic, Rinette was just about as tall and lean as her husband, with a firm body from her head down to her toes. Her long black hair, always very long and perfectly straight, were free this weekend. She usually tied it off in ponytails or braids, but Midsummer called for something wilder, more free. Her bright red bikini hid very little of her skin, and her slim build was glorious in the morning sun. While I'm a man that enjoys generous curves in women, her thin waist and hips, as well as her small breasts, seemed to fit her perfectly. 

When Nella decided to remove her shirt to reveal a white tank top and an obvious black bra underneath, Rinette and Lincoln's eyes darted to her breasts. It wasn't just because etiquette was different during Midsummer, simply that Nella's breasts have that effect on people. Even for me, after years of enjoying a lot more than a great cleavage, I was still mesmerized. I think Lincoln barely managed not to grunt! Rinette sighed noisily, smiled and said: "This is going to be a fun weekend!" We all laughed aloud as they helped us unload the car.

We were all in one of the jacuzzis, the one furthest away from the house, when we heard Hope and Connor arrive on their motorcycles. As if Hope wasn't sexy and wild enough on her own, she seemed to have grown up on a motorcycle. When she was younger she used to ride on Japanese bikes but, now larger American models were all she'd ever consider. We got up from the water, dried ourselves off and walked towards the lodge to welcome them. 

Halfway up the trail Rinette motioned us to stop, then to be silent. She turned around and whispered to us, "Let's surprise them!" We walked silently, trying to see them through the bushes and the trees. When we did, we all grinned at each other. Hope was leaning against her bike, her hands in her hair, trying to untangle her curled mess. Connor, looking around after having called Rinette's name aloud, walked behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist. Very soon those hands found their way up to her breasts. Hope grinned and, after looking around as well, reached behind her head to grab Connor's head. We watched the breast massage for a while, until Connor pulled Hope's shirt above her breasts, revealing a green bra that left nothing to the imagination. Tt was the sheerest lace and, even from afar, we could clearly see Hope's large nipples. 

Hope laughed, then said: "Stop it, Connor, someone's bound to come!" 

"Yes," he replied, "and they'll be jealous!"

Rinette, ever bold, stepped up from our hiding place and said, loudly: "Oh yes, even I'm getting jealous of you, Connor! These are magnificent breasts!" Hope pulled her top back down, already laughing with Connor and Rinette. We all joined them to welcome the new arrivals. 

"You were right, earlier, Rinette," said Nella. "This is definitely going to be a fun weekend!" 

As we headed back to the lodge, I was surprised, even though these weekends always end-up sexually charged, it didn't usually start this fast. Looking at Hope's body as Rinette and Nella helped her with her traditional feathers and colored twine, I gave thanks once more for this Midsummer weekend, as well as for these gorgeous women I was lucky enough to know. Hope's body was somewhere halfway between Rinette's and Nella's, generous breasts, but not as womanly as Nella. But despite what I had just seen behind the green lace, Hope's fiery hair was definitely a majestic crown. Real coppery red hair, with green eyes, Hope always said she had Irish blood somewhere in her family's past. With those feathers, she did look like an elf... a very sexy elf. 

Connor looked like the typical biker bum. Tall, very large with long unkempt hair and a week old beard as black as his hair. Old jeans and a black leather coat completed the picture. When Hope introduced him to us years ago, we hadn't really known how to react. But after a few hours, and the knowledge he was completing his Ph.D. in physics won us all over. 

As we were getting ready for dinner, Rinette informed us the remaining four would only join us later tonight. Perhaps even only tomorrow morning for Kate and Marcus. After the meal, Rinette sent the men outside to prepare the campfire, saying the women had things to talk about in private. 

Connor said: "Oh dear Gods... I don't know if we should be scared, or thrilled." 

I added: "Well, it is Midsummer, so..."

No amount of effort was enough to convince the women to reveal what they had talked about. The only clue, which would make sense later during the weekend, was some spots of red paint on Rinette's arm. But for now, around our first campfire (the real bonfire would take place tomorrow), all we cared about was enjoying the warm night and sexy people around us. At one point it became obvious Hope's arm-stretching wasn't intended to really stretch her arms. Instead, it was a barely subtle way for her to show off her breasts. She still had her tight shirt and, even in the dim light, we could all see and enjoy the curves she was pushing outward and forward. 

Nella, unable to keep silent anymore, teased the redhead, "Oh come on Hope, take your shirt off and stop teasing us!"

Hope's shocked expression only lasted a couple of seconds. Grinning, she replied: "What? What could you possibly mean by that? I was simply stretching!"

"Yeah right," added Lincoln, placing his hands on his head and flexing his biceps. "And I'm just rubbing my head!"

Speaking over the laughter, Hope added, "Ok then!", and proceeded to remove her shirt in a single motion. 

The wonderful green bra was once again visible, this time from much closer. Connor was still laughing but everybody else was enjoying Hope's show. Still stretching her arms to good effect, she clearly enjoyed the attention. 

But right then Nella removed her own top, revealing the black bra that held her large breasts, "Two can play at that game, miss!" 

Laughter again, as the three men were beginning to be overwhelmed. 

Rinette, not to be denied or ignored, said, "Three can also play at that game!" 

The laughter quieted just a bit. Rinette was beautiful and sexy, but she couldn't really compete in a breast comparison. 

And it seemed she knew it. Instead of removing her tank top, she stood up, turned around, and removed her jeans slowly. The very nearly naked ass that was slowly revealed was just amazing. We could just barely see the g-string. Rinette then started to dance slowly, making her ass move from side to side and gyrate back and forth. 

After a few minutes of mock competition all three women put their clothes back on, yet the laughter continued for a while. The erections as well. And clearly, this episode had a similar effect on Nella. When she sat back down she kissed me, surprising me with her tongue and the length of that kiss in front of our friends. They even began shouting in encouragement as our very wet kiss lingered. Nella broke it off only to say, "I think I'm going to make the best of this erection... See you guys later!" With this shockingly frank statement, Nella got up, pulled me up with her (the aforementioned erection painfully obvious) and pulled me away from the fire. 


Midsummer Weekend Pt. 01



My blood fired up and pulsing in my veins, I followed Nella as we walked to the lodge. But at the last minute she pulled on my hand and guided us into the forest. We walked some more, in silence, until I realized where she was taking us; right back to the fire. We moved very silently for the last minute or so, despite the fact I was breathing very hard. Nella wanted to have sex right here in the woods, close to our friends. She had never, ever done something like that before, even here at Midsummer. 

Before I knew exactly what was going on, Nella was way ahead of me and had removed her panties from beneath her skirt. "Can you be perfectly silent, lover?" I didn't reply. Instead I grabbed her shoulders, turned her around and pushed her against the big tree she had selected. As I fumbled with my jeans' zipper, I looked up; our friends were about twenty yards away. Sure we were in the darkness, but if one of them looked up, or walked out to take a leak... 

"Do you have any idea just how wet I am?" 

"Do you have any idea how hard I am?" I replied. 

We tested both in the following second. Without any delay I placed my cock against my wife's pussy and felt her juices dripping. As soon as I felt the folds of her labia parting for me, I pushed up and as hard as I felt she could take me. I'm not huge, but I have a pretty decent girth and usually have to take it slowly for the first penetration. This time it felt like I was accelerating, and it was clear the guys were not the only ones being aroused by the show earlier. 

I placed both my hands on my wife's hips and buried my face against her neck, kissing, licking and biting it as I began fucking her. The hardest thing was to keep things reasonably slow as to remain silent. Not easy. All I really wanted to do was fuck Nella's brains out, and the fact I was still looking at two other women, both sexy as hell this weekend, didn't help at all! Nella was also pushing her head against me, as well as rotating her hips the way she knows drives me crazy. One thing was clear through it all, I was not going to last very long!

It seems that Nella was once more ahead of me. Without warning she pushed back against me just as I was pulling out, timing it just so that I would slip completely out. She then turned around, pulled her top off, pushed her skirt down and even removed her bra. Twenty yards away were four of our friends. They knew we were fucking, but didn't know just how close we actually were. Backlit by the fire, Nella's silhouette was wonderfully glowing, but this minute-long striptease, since she had to do it silently, gave my cock a respite. 

Nella then began stripping me as well: "If we do get caught," she whispered, "I don't want to be the only one naked!" Another pause for my cock, even though the tension and intensity were still at their peak. 

My cock surged again when I saw Nella kneeling down in front of me. I love blowjobs, especially when combined with one of Nella's titjobs, but we both knew that I would last a lot longer that way. Just how long Nella wanted this wild thing to last, I had no idea, and I didn't really care either. I resisted the natural impulse to groan when her lips kissed, then parted around my cock, sliding down as far as they could. Nella's tongue pushed up against my underside, sliding towards the base of my cock. I felt her opening her mouth a bit more as she tried to take me as deep as she possibly could. She had never actually deep throated me before, but seeing her trying was thrilling enough for me. When I felt the back of her throat, shivers ran up and down my spine. I was not sure switching to such a blowjob would really stretch things out all that much. 

Bringing me back to reality, Hope stood up and began walking towards us. Now, given my immediate circumstances, swearing that she didn't see us doesn't make much sense. When your loving wife is giving you one hell of a blowjob is not a time for careful observation of the outside world, regardless of how sexy that outside world is. I was as sure as I could be that Hope didn't see a thing. In any case, I was not about to tell Nella to stop. After coating my cock with saliva, the little sex demon was now squeezing her breasts over my cock. I was not, definitely, going to last long at all. 

When Nella looked up and whispered, "Wanna cum on my face?" I knew I was just about finished. Now, let's get this straight, Nella isn't a prude, but she isn't a nymphomaniac either. She had allowed me to do that exactly five times in the past five years, as a birthday present tradition. She knew I loved doing it, but, like most women, didn't find it as much fun for herself. Damn! she must be even more excited than I thought. 

Looking down, I saw Nella moving her breasts lovingly all over my cock, yet making sure that my glans wasn't always in direct contact with her flesh. I was seeing waves after waves of smooth skin rolling over my erection, feeling her flesh molding itself around me. I was barely moving, just enjoying the rush of sensations. Looking up, I saw that Hope was back, and started to realize just how crazy this whole thing was. Twenty yards of dark forest, at best, separated us from our friends. Nella and I were both naked and I was on the verge of exploding into a very powerful orgasm. 

And I soon did. Pulling out of that glorious sheath, I grabbed my cock in one hand and marveled at Nella's opened mouth. She was on her knees, looking right back at me, naked in the forest, ready for my cum. It took everything I had, every ounce of self control, but I managed to explode silently, hold myself against the tree and keep my eyes opened to see the rare sight. I was shooting large gobs and streams of my cum at her face and mouth, a rarely enjoyed fetish, and my whole body was shaking. I could see my sperm flowing down from her forehead across and down from her nose to her lips, and I shivered with pleasure when her tongue reached out to pull it in her mouth. 

When I finally regained some control over myself, before even having the time to catch my breath and realize just how crazy this whole thing was, Nella stood up and whispered: "Now help me clean this up, naughty man." But when I reached up with my hand, grinning like a boy on Christmas night, she stopped me. "Oh no, not with your fingers. Lick it up, dear..." She knew I wasn't into that at all, but also knew I had been given a treat and couldn't really refuse. I gave her a look, but she knew that I knew that I couldn't refuse, so she simply smiled back. 

It felt strange and wrong somehow, but I was more than excited enough to do it. Naked, completely satisfied, very close to our friends in the dark forest during a Midsummer night? I could do just about anything. 

As soon as I licked some up, Nella whispered: "Don't swallow it, I want it all..." 

I groaned, hearing this, and licked her face again. After getting most of it off, I looked at her and kissed her once more. As I slowly opened my mouth, I felt her tongue darting between my lips and felt her sucking my own cum out. Never in my life had I felt so strangely keyed-up, so aroused... and so quick to get an erection back!

As it touched Nella's belly, she smiled and laughed through our sticky kiss. "Fuck me again, Will." 

So I did. The ground didn't allow for either of us to lie down, even on our knees, so I pushed her against the tree once again. This time though, I didn't turn her around. Lifting one of her legs, Nella gave me enough room to move close to her and place one of my legs under hers. This slight angle allowed me to squat just enough so that my cock, instead of touching her smooth belly, ended up between her lips again. 

This time I pushed up in one continuous and very strong motion, nearly lifting Nella off from the ground. It became very clear, very fast she was on the verge of her own climax. After a few thrusts in this position, I moved a bit and grabbed Nella's thighs, this time picking her off the ground completely. She instantly wrapped her legs around my waist and began grinding her pussy against me. 

Women are strange. Sometimes I can caress, lick, massage, fuck or suck her pussy for a very long time and still realize Nella just can't reach her climax. Tonight was definitely not one of those nights. I'm not even sure it took thirty seconds. She was covered in sweat almost instantly, grinding her pussy against me, holding on to me as if for dear life. And trying, less and less successfully, to keep silent. In the end she managed it but only because she climaxed pretty quickly. 

Her orgasm felt like a deep ocean earthquake for me. Nella's whole body spasmed a number of times, squeezing me in this grip of pleasure. I don't think she managed to breathe once through it all, for fear of loosing a long and loud moan. Later she told me this orgasm, as quick as it had been to explode, was one of her most powerful in a long time. And despite everything else that happened on that fateful weekend, I still believe today that the intensity of that first orgasm, especially due to its context, made a huge impact on our sex life from that point on. 

I got a nasty bite on my neck, something we both enjoy once in a while, but since none of our friends turned around, I think we were in the clear. Slowly, carefully we grabbed our clothes and moved further from our friends. After a long detour towards the house we walked back to the campfire, and were received with a round of applause. For an instant we both thought they had seen or heard us. But they were only clapping because it had been obvious why Nella had pulled me away with her. They knew we had just had sex, but they had no idea where. 

This strange evening marked the first night of this three-day weekend that would hold more surprises than any other weekend in our lives. We had known what to expect from this Midsummer trip... or at least we believed we had known.



Midsummer Weekend Pt. 02



As the Midsummers came and went, our group shrank or grew, but I think we never ended up being more than sixteen. That's still a huge number for such a unique event, but some of us talked about it to intimate friends, and, of course, most of them wanted to come. Our Midsummers are very different experiences for single people than they are for couples. Of course they expect to have sex with new people, as they're quite free to do so. For the married or stable couples, things never changed; they just expect to live a more intensely physical, sensual weekend. The number of single people has to be perfectly balanced, so the planning is coordinated in advanced. Early on Rinette discovered she absolutely loved that planning, trying to predict who would match with whom...

The year everything changed, perhaps not by coincidence, we were only ten people, just about the founding group. Even during the first day, Friday, I knew something different was going on. Everything seemed heightened from the very beginning. The following two days would turn out a lot differently than we anticipated. 

The first night followed the usual tradition, rather noisy sex. Three years ago one of the women simply lost control of her moans and cries of pleasure. Eleanor, usually controlled and perhaps the shiest of the bunch, simply couldn't contain her pleasure anymore and just let it all out. "Oh my love! That is so damn fucking good!" 

At first, since most of us were in the throes of our own pleasure and restraint, we didn't really notice how strange it was for someone to be moaning that loudly in a lodge full of friends. At some point though, most of the others stopped, listened, recognized Eleanor's voice, and laughed. Even on that first night, the natural reaction was to resume whatever we had been doing, and join in the chorus. Every night since, during our Midsummer retreats, the lodge sounds exactly like an orgy is taking place inside, but actually everybody is alone with their respective spouse. 

We woke up Saturday morning, grinning about the very unique experience of having had sex while hearing our friends having sex as well. For the first time this Saturday was actually Midsummer's day. In addition, tomorrow would be a night of the full moon. If we'd had an expert on Celtic culture, we might have expected something different. But as it was, we were taken completely by surprise. 

The day started slowly as we stayed up very late last night. Eleanor was up before everybody else, as usual, and was ready with breakfast as we gradually came down from our rooms. Also as usual, I was the first to join her downstairs. The fact that I was an early riser and Nella was not was about the only place we were not in sync when it came to bed. Nella would only join us later, transforming her breakfast into lunch. Eleanor arrived late last night with Timothy, and both of them quickly noticed that the mood was even more sensual and naughty than usual. When she learned the girls had a little competition earlier around the fire, her eyes got rounder but she didn't miss a beat. A second later she had removed her shirt, giving us a very nice view of her breasts and a very hot red bra. Timothy, shaking his head and laughing with us, said: "Oh dear, this is going to be a long Midsummer week-end..." 

I still couldn't quite believe shy Eleanor had done this. We had seen her with bikinis and bras in years past, but usually on Saturday nights, and always with alcohol dampening her shyness. That she had stripped so quickly, unprepared, was remarkable. Her nightgown was equally remarkable. As long as she wasn't standing in the morning's light, her gown was very decent. It had a high neckline, was more voluminous than her body needed, the hemline brushed the floor, and the sleeves even came down halfway to her elbows. 

It was very beautiful, with lace trims and details all over. You could see hints of her breasts outlined by the fabric, but despite the fact that Eleanor's breasts were at least a C cup, you couldn't see much at all. Her long, slightly wavy blond hair shone like pale gold, even when she was out of the morning light. As she was walking around in the kitchen, having no idea I was watching her from the living room, she moved in and out of the morning's sun's light, coming from the large window next to her. 

When she did, she was transformed. Her hair seemed to light up, syrupy strands of gold taking glorious life. But her nightgown was also transformed: it became quite transparent. Every time she stood in the light I could see her silhouette, from shoulders to toes. She wasn't wearing anything under that gown, and I could see a fuzzy image of her breasts as well as the golden patch of hair between her legs. The sight was completely mesmerizing. 

Eleanor's body was best described by one word: "soft". Not soft as in lazy or formless. No. Soft as in a warm blanket on a cold autumn day or as a kiss from an old lover. She was slightly rounded from head to toe yet never fat. Just right. There was no doubt in my mind her skin would be flawlessly smooth and warm, her breasts and buttocks full and round yet soft and supple. Her long blonde tresses and uniquely pale green eyes only added to that effect and, despite the years that have gone by since I first met her, Eleanor just didn't seem to age. 

After long delicious minutes of this magical moment, and before my erection became too obvious, I walked up the three stairs that led to the kitchen. Eleanor heard me then and, without even turning around, said in a low voice: "Hello, Will. Slept well?" 

Ignoring the question, I walked up to her, took her hand and gently kissed the back of it. "You are wonderfully beautiful this morning, Eleanor." 

As simple as that, with a smile. Alone she was not as shy as usual and, instead of reacting nervously, she simply smiled back at me and thanked me with a kiss on my cheek. I added: "I don't want to break this little moment, Eleanor, but if you don't want everybody else to see just how beautiful you really are, you best think of changing your nightgown." After looking down at it, and the large beam of light coming from the Midsummer sun, she blushed and tried to hide herself. Still in a hushed voice, I added: "Please don't hide yourself, Eleanor. I meant it. You truly are gorgeous." 

She looked at me for a long, silent moment then smiled again. "Thank you, Will." After a deep breath and a sigh, she looked around to make sure we were still alone then added, "Timothy and I are well enough, but we've kind'a hit a rougher patch these last few weeks. You have no idea how good this compliment feels." 

She then gave me a long hug even though her thin gown and my boxers were our only clothing. The fresh and slightly marjoram smell of her, as well as her body heat, the softness of her breasts, belly and thighs were absolutely wonderful. When she pulled back, she gave me a quick kiss on the lips. With a grin, now, she added: "Let's make a deal. You keep this little bit of info to yourself and I stay in this nightgown until someone else gets up. You get to sit right here while I finish this breakfast and if ever you're in the mood to give me more compliments, please do!"

Amazingly nobody got up for the next hour as she stood in the sunlight as much as she could. So for about one hour we talked in hushed voices while I interrupted our discussion by sharing with her every compliment that came to my mind. It ended up being one of the most intimate conversations we'd ever had and later on we realized this special morning hour had become the foundation of a deeper friendship. During that hour she didn't raise her hemline or willfully bend down or spill water on her gown. Instead, she just moved around normally as if nothing special was going on. I had a powerful erection for most of that hour, but the mood wasn't sexual at all. Just one man explicitly enjoying a beautiful woman's body in the morning light. 

Eventually Rinette came downstairs, soon followed by Lincoln and Connor. From then on Eleanor was careful to walk around the sunlight and minutes later she went upstairs to change. On the way to the stairs she winked at me and silently mouthed another "Thank you." I replied the same. When she came back down wearing a long but light summer skirt and a bikini top, she was in a very bright mood and managed to wake all of us up with her energy. 

Kate and Marcus arrived just as Nella was waking up and ended up eating brunch with her while all the others headed out for the lake. When we came back all three of them were lounging lazily on the patio, sipping drinks that looked like pina coladas. Marcus had made a huge batch and there was one, at least, for everybody. 

Lincoln took over as we were finishing, "Time for the geolocation game to begin. Kate, Eleanor, do you have your pictures?" 

Of course they had. Placed in sealed envelopes, those pictures would end up in the remaining four geocaches. Lincoln asked us for at least a thirty minutes head start so he could reach the caches before us. He was very good at this game, very fit, and already knew where his caches were going to be. Even if he had only asked us for two minutes, we wouldn't have stood a chance of catching up to him. In any case, Marcus was mixing up another batch of pina coladas, so nobody was in any hurry to leave yet. 

Still out on the patio, Rinette found herself a hat and wrote our names on pieces of paper to randomly assign the teams. The rules were simple: a man and a woman for each team, and couples couldn't be together. I ended up with Rinette herself and had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand, she was in great shape and I would have to work hard to follow her pace, yet on the other I would get to look at those fine legs and ass of hers for a couple of hours. Since I didn't have a choice anyway, I didn't finish my second drink and began stretching my legs. 

Two hours later, even with the boost of Rinette's amazing ass in front of me, I was just about done. I was convinced we were so far in front of the other teams we could pitch a tent, camp for two days and still win. About an hour later Rinette saw that I was beginning to tire and said: "Why are you slowing down Will? Isn't my ass enough of a motivation?" 

"What?" I said, feigning surprise. It was one thing for her to suspect, or know, I was staring at her ass but quite another to say it out loud! 

"Oh, give it up, Will, I know it and really don't mind... Why don't we take yet another break to let you catch your breath?" The winning smile took some of the edge off that "yet another" comment... Leaning against a tree, after handing me back the water bottle, Rinette stunned me by saying: "A panther in the dark... Sound familiar?" It did. Quite a bit actually. I had written that to her in one of my anonymous letters last year. 

"Er... a panther?" I tried to look innocent. 

"Hahaha, you're not fooling anyone, Will. I'm pretty sure that all the women know which of the letters they received came from you."

"Why would that be?"

"Think of it this way. Would you be able to identify Lincoln just by a faint silhouette in a dark room?"

"Of course, built like he is."

"Then, Will, you should know we can all recognize your words and writing. Yours are my favorite letters, by far."

"Why in hell have I never thought of that?" I replied, laughing. "Here I was thinking I was anonymous like the rest of you."

Rinette grinned and looked at me for a while. "Really? You're going to tell me that you didn't think we'd be able to identify your letters? After you gave us a few of your stories over the years, and knowing that you're the only writer in the Midsummer group?"

I think I actually blushed. Of course I had hoped they would identify me! I'm not sure I was ready to reveal that even out here alone with Rinette. I think my silence was all she needed to hear, or see. Looking at her, sleek as a panther, her long black hair tied into a single ponytail, her red bikini top, some sort of spandex shorts and that ridiculously sexy smile, I gave thanks once again for this special Midsummer weekend. When Rinette pulled the elastic band that held her hair off, shaking that long thick mane loose, I heard a deep groan and realized it came from my throat. I had mentioned I preferred loose hair in those letters. 

Still grinning, she looked at my neck, maybe like a panther looking for a kill, and saw the bite mark that had been hidden by my back-pack. 

Surprised, she leaned forward to get a better look because I was sitting down. "Nella made that yesterday night?" A simple nod. "My, my... I'm not the only wild beast in your life!" Laughing, she knelt and came forward, playfully imitating a panther this time, and came closer. Much closer. Until, to my utter surprise, she bent forward enough to place her own mouth directly on the faint bruise. 

I was overwhelmed by her scent, a mix of clean sweat and balsam fir oil, as well as by the fall of her hair on my naked chest, and even more by her hand on my thigh and her mouth on my neck. 

This time she was the one groaning deep in her throat as she bit me very gently. "You like wild creatures, Will?" she whispered in my ear. Honestly I couldn't really shape a coherent answer. Something very powerful had taken hold of us this weekend, and we were all under that same spell. 

All I managed to do was place my hand on her own thigh and caress my way up to her hip, then slowly around to her ass. Rinette had nothing under those spandex shorts, and that very thin fabric held nothing back from my roving fingers. For the very first time I felt the firm flesh and muscles of that impeccable ass; the ass I've been dreaming of touching for so, so many years. Keeping her mouth on my neck, Rinette nevertheless managed to angle her neck until our heads touched, making an already very intimate situation much more so. 

I felt her shivering when I opened my fingers wide and closed my hand over as much of her ass as I could. She then laughed, a soft, almost drunken laugh, and pulled her head gently away. I didn't feel rejected or pushed back, especially with her smile and what I saw in her eyes as she sat back. We had found a limit, had enjoyed it as much as we could, and pulled away before going too far. Sitting on her feet right next to me, her black mane covering about half her body, Rinette truly looked like a panther goddess. 

Very softly she said: "That was a delicious moment, Will." 

"Gods yes..." Neither of us knew what we could say after that so we simply looked at each other for a while, enjoying this glorious summer day and that glorious moment. Eventually, I took a deep breath and a big gulp of water, "How about we win this race?" 

"Sure thing!" A nice hug and a funny moment because of my erection against her thigh, and then we were running again, trying to find the remaining two caches. 

Some time later, as we saw the lodge through the trees, we still quite couldn't believe the images Kate and Marcus had given Lincoln for this game. Not quite naked, but very close, and in a few of them they could have been having very real sex. Amused, tired, excited and especially still aroused from that special moment in the woods, Rinette and I came back to the lodge and found we were all alone. We had won, and now had some time to ourselves until the others came back. A swim in the lake was in order, yet it was clear that being alone in water right now wasn't a particularly good idea. Actually it was a very good idea, but maybe not the wisest. Luckily for us the unlikely team of Eleanor and Connor, just about the two most different people in our group, came back only a few minutes later and unwittingly dissipated the tension. We headed for the lake again and all we could talk about was the Kate and Marcus photos!

Much later in the afternoon, after taking a very nice and long jacuzzi with Nella and Lincoln, I took a long walk, trying to understand why this particular Midsummer was so different than those of years past. I wasn't the superstitious or mystical type, so the fact this Midsummer weekend fell on the actual Midsummer date, or that fact tomorrow would be a full moon didn't quite matter. Still, something strange was going on. 

For example, I think I blushed again when Hope whispered a very quick message in my ear as we were eating lunch, "I saw you last night." I knew exactly what she meant, and I'm pretty sure that in the previous years she wouldn't have said it. In the first place, Nella and I wouldn't have done such a thing. This year was different. 

As if I needed another proof luck smiled on me again. As I was walking back to the lodge I heard one of the outdoor showers running nearby. The sun was already low in the sky and someone was probably washing the sweat and dirt of a long hot day running around in the forest, getting ready for dinner and the evening. I had five in nine chances that the person in the shower would be a woman. I decided to check it out. 

Standing behind a big tree I peaked and saw the sequel of this morning's delight. Eleanor was standing there, completely naked, exposed, bared, unveiled or any such words. The shower was truly open, and there was absolutely nothing, not even a transparent nightgown, between my eyes and her grace. The sun was behind her at a slight angle, beginning to redden as dusk was nearly upon us. She was glowing, just simply glowing. 

She was also just as flawless as I had imagined, her soft pale skin unblemished except for two very pale nipples and a luscious golden patch of hair between her legs. I stood there, rooted like the tree that was hiding me, and transfixed by the show. As I looked at her taking a simple shower, my mind began registering that Eleanor seemed to be pretty aroused. Her hands went to her breasts and down to her pussy a lot more often than was necessary. At one point she even squatted down in front of the shower, one hand busy at her pussy, the other pushing her hair from her face as the water cascaded on it. When she knelt down, moving that second hand down between her legs as well, I knew I would be in for an even better show. 

My own blood was pulsing, rushing down to my cock, so I never recognized the small cues that would have shed light on her audacity. For instance, why hadn't she even looked around before kneeling down and masturbating in such an open spot? Or why did she happen to kneel exactly at the angle that would allow me to see everything? I think my unconscious was more than satisfied with the whole Midsummer thing and just ignored the signs. At that point, in any case, my cock was out and I joined her in masturbation from thirty yards or so away. 

Even with good eyesight I couldn't see quite everything, but my eyes were doing their best. Her bush was barely trimmed, but being light gold and somewhat sparse, it still looked soft and delicate. But despite the attraction of her fingers running wild over her pussy, her breasts got most of my attention. Kneeling, bent forward a bit, Eleanor was offering them to me on a silver platter. My C cup estimate looked just about right, but it had not prepared me for their sweetness. They were absolutely magnificent, a rare treasure that seemed to demand both tender care and rough passion. Her aureoles were nicely proportionate, but her nipples were distinctively larger, and right now they were both fully engorged. What wouldn't I give to take one of them in my mouth right now. 

Soon Eleanor began, under obvious pleasure, to arch herself upwards and backwards, pushing those breasts and that pussy towards me. Still under the flowing water, backlit by the setting sun, Eleanor looked surreal, a pale blonde fairy I had caught in a very private moment. Her moans, the ones she had defiantly let loose a couple of years ago in the lodge, dispelled the stillness. Not long after, her impending climax was obvious and soon she was spasming and shivering. Barely even registering the fact I was also in the throes of a quick orgasm, I sprayed my sperm all over the tree, careful to remain silent. 




Midsummer Weekend Pt. 02



When I looked back up Eleanor had rinsed herself off one last time and had turned the water off. Directly facing me again, she stretched her arm out to take her towel. Standing there for a few seconds, not moving and giving me a wonderful view of her entire body, Eleanor then looked up exactly in my direction. Looking at me, she winked and blew out a kiss. Laughing, she then wrapped herself in the towel and ran towards the lodge. I was laughing myself as I tried to clean my hands of the remaining sperm. She may have run, but we both knew we were going to see each other again. 

As wonderfully as that long walk ended, it had brought me no closer to understanding why this weekend kept on getting more and more intense. When I walked back into the lodge, I found everybody in the huge living room, sprawled all over the place. That geocaching run had drained all of us. Eleanor, fully dressed now, greeted me with a very warm smile and another wink. We all ate a sparse dinner and most of us went to sleep at eight thirty. Why go to sleep? Because the midnight masquerade was coming soon, and we were all going to stay up very late tonight. 

Nella came up to our room with me and, despite the fact we were both in an extremely aroused state, those next few hours in the bed were going to be very tame. After I closed the blinds, she asked me: "Did you take a walk to try and figure out why this weekend was so... different?"

Smiling in the dark, Nella knew me quite well, I replied: "Ya. No luck."

"Why can't you accept," she asked, her smile evident in her voice, "that it's the real Midsummer and the full moon at the same time?"

Nella was pretty much into this mystical stuff, and usually I had no problem arguing against such nonsensical beliefs. Yet tonight I didn't really know what to reply to that. 

She continued: "Wow... I'm a bit scared now, Will, if you won't even try to deny it."

"Well, things are strange, love."

"Yes... I know. Would you mind very much if I told you that the other guys are getting to me a lot more than usual?"

"Oh, how could I..." I paused. "Do you think that I'm blind to the girls?"

Nella laughed, nestling herself closer against me. "Can you imagine the argument such revelations would have provoked at any other time and place?"

"I know! It's just crazy! We managed, against all odds, to keep those Midsummers to an acceptable level of sensual and sexual tension. This year... Damn!"

"Will, I feel exactly the same way, despite the fact that I'm somewhat of a prude normally. I've never felt this way about other guys since we started dating all those years ago. I feel as if I hadn't had good sex in a fucking long while, even though that's not the case at all!"

We both laughed. It was also exactly how I felt; a deep need that screamed to be filled, even though Nella and I enjoyed really good sex. After a pause, I added: "You said at any other time or place... This is what scares me, the fact that Monday we're going to be back to our respective homes, and, most importantly, return to our normal lives. What if we slip, what if we somehow can't resist one or another of the endless temptations?"

"I don't know, Will," she said after a while, then, "Do you have en erection right now?"

"What do you think?" I said, already laughing as she wrapped her hand around it.

Surprising me, she pushed the thin blanket off the bed and moved down until she was straddling my legs. My boxers soon followed the blanket and before I could even properly react, Nella had taken my cock in her mouth. 

"Oh come on Nella, we have to..."

"Shhhh," she stopped me. It was completely dark in the room as Nella whispered: "Whose mouth would you like to feel around your cock right now?"

"Yours, my love."

"Oh pooh... I don't believe you. If you could choose from the four other girls here, who would it be."

I really didn't know what to answer. No, actually I knew exactly what to answer. Despite the wonderful day with Eleanor and the kiss from my favorite panther earlier, it was Hope's mouth I wanted to feel around my cock. But despite everything, I was not about to say it out loud, "Nella... Don't ask me that. Even here, even today."

"What do they say... What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" she said before resuming her delicious blowjob. 

"We're not..." I had to take a pause, and a deep breath. She was working my cock as if she wanted me to cum now! "We're not in Vegas, Nella!"

"Nope, we're in a Midsummer dream." Even I, busy as I was with the overwhelming pleasure, had to laugh at that.

After a few minutes Nella stopped and said, "What if I were to tell you that I have spent those last couple of minutes imagining that your cock was Lincoln's?"

Surprised for a second, I then felt something give way inside me. Before I could reply, Nella stopped and I could feel that she was nervous. But I answered, "Don't stop, please don't stop... Hope." 

As Nella resumed her delicate work, a flood of pleasure rushed through me. In this dark room, with my eyes open, I imagined Hope was giving me a blowjob, knowing that I had just spoken that fantasy aloud to my wife. Barely aware of the rest of the world, so focused was I on Hope's mouth, that I nearly jumped when one leg of the woman giving me a blowjob moved over my head. Nella's... Hope's blowjob had just turned into a 69, and my mouth was all over that dripping wet pussy. 

Before either of us could go over the edge, Hope moved off and turned around over me. Instead of her two buttocks and the asshole my tongue had teased a few times, I could now see her breasts and face above my own. Nella, because this time it was Nella above me who whispered: "Do you like the taste of Hope's pussy, Will? Are you going to make her cum and scream, fill your mouth with her juices? How does it feel to have her red curly bush against your lips and face? Do you think she'd dare sliding forward until your tongue could reach her anus? Do you think Hope's wild enough for that?"

Obviously Nella thought so. She did slip forward and allowed my tongue to realize one of my naughty fantasies. It was dirty, clearly not the cleanest thing in the world, but I didn't care. But Hope had other ideas. Soon she moved away and I felt her moving back until she was squatting over my cock. She grabbed it, pulled it upright and began teasing my glans with her labia. "Are you ready to fuck Hope, my love? Are you ready to have your cock in another woman's pussy for the first time in years?" My heart was beating in double time: completely stressed out by what Nella was saying, and completely floored by the images she was putting in my mind. "Do you think she's tight? Oooh, I think so." As she lowered herself around me, Hope's pussy was indeed tight. Nella must be clamping her muscles very hard. The sensations were driving me wild. I could feel inch after every inch of delightfully wicked pleasure as her tight pussy was allowing me all the way inside her. As she bottomed out, I could feel the end of her pussy against the tip of my cock. 

I had no idea what Nella had for me next, but to her surprise I sat up and forcefully placed my hands under her armpits. As fast as I could, I pushed her up and followed freeing my cock from her pussy in the process. A few uncontrolled sounds from her mouth told me she was completely taken aback by my actions. I said: "Do you think Lincoln would simply lie down and let you do what you wanted?" Her sharp intake of breath made me smile. As I pushed her on the bed, on her back, she moaned out loud. Kneeling between her legs I found and grabbed both her wrists before pulling them up above her head. "Do you think you could resist his big arms?" Clasping both her wrists in one of my hands, I lowered my other hand to her breasts. "Do you have any idea how many nights Lincoln has dreamed of touching your breasts like this?" Opening my fingers wide I grabbed as much of her flesh into my hand as I could and squeezed hard. Nella moaned and twisted, but I held her wrists firmly, so she couldn't do anything. 

"What would his clean shaven face feel like when he would come down to suck on those titties?" She was buckling like a wild horse under me as my lips and tongue did their best to push her even more into that crazy pleasure. Soon her buckling turned into something else as she was trying to push her pussy against my cock. "Oh, now you want his cock inside your pussy? You want Lincoln's cock deep inside you?" Once she settled, I lowered myself closer to her pussy but kept her wrists secured in my hand. When my cock touched her she moaned again, but despite her best effort I didn't let her impale herself on me. "Say it Nella..." 

"What?"

"Say it out loud. Say what you want right now..."

"Oh, you bastard!" she said, laughing through her deep breaths. When she saw I would not budge, she swore and said, softly, "I want Lincoln's cock inside me."

"Say it like I really was him. Say it to him."

"Put that cock into me right now, Lincoln, or else I'm gonna hit you!"

Laughing with her now, I pushed in all the way, sheathing my cock completely inside her. Nella's whole body arched upwards against me, all her muscles tensed in pleasure. "Just fuck me... Fuck me, Lincoln..." 

And so I did, just after adding, "Wrap your legs around my waist, Hope," and she did. 

If last night's climaxes had been quick, this one, once we began to really fuck, came like a furious storm. Keyed up and in the images of our fantasies, our minds and bodies just ignited. Our climaxes came just about at the same time, and hit hard and long. We were totally drained, covered in sweat when we managed to calm down and I rolled over on my back. 

The silence that followed gradually became tense, and I decided to break with simple honesty, "That was amazing, Nella. I love you and only you. Never doubt it."

"I know, my love," she said, planting a kiss on my cheek in the darkness. "And I only love you, never doubt it..." After a pause to regain her breath, she added, "In any case, I'm not sure I'd be able to resist Hope's pussy myself if I had a cock!"

We laughed a lot after that comment and the magic in this weekend carried us over that very strange and dangerous fantasy session. A while later I moved to get up because I needed a shower. But just before I did Nella grabbed my arm, "Do you think we can do this Vegas thing? I have no idea what's going to happen tonight and tomorrow, but one thing's clear for me; I don't want it to stop."

"Whatever happens?" I asked, not as surprised as I thought I'd be an hour ago. 

"Whatever happens. Just one rule: we don't lie about it, or hide it. That would be a sure way to mess everything up."

"Alright," I said, "I only have one question. Who are you and what have you done with my wife?"

"Stop it, silly!" she said, laughing with me, "It's me, all of me, and I don't want to let this unique and crazy moment go by with any regrets."

It was very strange to have this conversation in pitch darkness. Yet it may have been the only way either of us could approach the subject. In the bright light, in the shower together, but, sexless despite my erection, we suddenly stopped, looked at each other and shared a long kiss. A soft "I love you," traded back and forth, sealed our Vegas promise.



Midsummer Weekend Pt. 03



Edited by Gustavca

*****

The entire weekend so far had been one of a constantly deepening sense of unreality. Each year for seven years now, our group of friends meet in this wonderful wooden lodge in the middle of the northern forests for the Midsummer weekend. The first one happened almost by accident, with the then-boyfriend of Kate explaining that the ancient Celts celebrated this day with quite a few sexual games and rituals. The weekend had turned quite sensual, a lot more than our regularly prudish group had ever enjoyed. The year later, despite the fact we hadn't talked about it in the intervening months, we had consecrated the new tradition by allowing ourselves another such sensual couple of days. Nothing too obviously sexual and no cheating whatsoever, but always very close, on the limits of the unacceptable. 

This year, though, something else was clearly afoot. Nella, my wife, thought it was because this Saturday was the actual Midsummer date, and that the moon would be full much later tonight. I wasn't quite ready to accept such an explanation but, for the first time in my life, I wasn't ready to ridicule it into the ground either. As Nella and I were walking down the stairs, my sense of unreality was as deep as it had ever been. I felt like I was in a trance. Not only because I'd been in the very sexy company of four other gorgeous women, not only because one of them had kissed and gently bitten my neck and not even only because another one had allowed me to see her naked during an outdoor shower. 

As if these unexpected events/happenings were not enough, I had just spent the strangest 45 minutes of my life with Nella. The sex we were just coming down from, in our private room, had somehow included two of our friends. In our minds at least, then, unbelievably, out loud. Nella really did say that she had thought of Lincoln as she was sucking my cock and I really did reveal that I had thought of Hope as she did. Then two surrealist rounds of role-play had taken place as she rode me, pretending to be Hope and I fucked her, pretending to be Lincoln. 

That in itself would have been strange enough. We'd never done such role-playing before, and I never would have imagined that Nella would want to pretend to be a woman we knew, a friend that was right here in the lodge. But what we talked about afterwards, and agreed on, could only be described as aberrant. For reasons that were still mysterious to me, we had both agreed that if anything sexual were to happen with other people this weekend, we had special permission to go for it. And to not keep it a secret. That was unbelievable on so many levels that I truly felt like I was walking through a haze of fantasy, that I had entered a place of myth and legend. 

Downstairs, we found Kate, Marcus and Hope in the living room. All three were unable to sleep despite the fact they knew they'd need all the rest they could get later tonight. Kate and Marcus were lazily wrapped in each other's arms on the leather sofa, highlighting the fact that Kate was pretty short. Marcus wasn't nearly as big as Connor or Lincoln but, next to his girlfriend, he looked huge. Kate had not only always been short but she had always looked young. She happened to be the youngest of the group but she looked even younger. As the years went by she began to enjoy that reality more and more but we all remembered how frustrated she had been about it years ago. 

The smile she gave us as we came down, bright and compelling, made her look even younger still! Her small and delicate face, the deep blue eyes above her perfect teeth, and her blonde hair tied back into a high ponytail had always made her remarkably beautiful. Her body was quite remarkable as well, if you were into small and delicate women. She was very thin, with hints of sweet hips when she was sitting or bending over, and breasts that may have been slightly bigger than Rinette's, but not by much. 

She was also, ironically in this company of other strikingly gorgeous women, the one least shy about her body. She looked like an unripened teenager when Hope, Eleanor or Nella were around but she didn't let that bother her at all. She and Marcus had arrived late, only this morning actually, and Kate was really pissed by missing out on a Midsummer Friday. But it had been clear throughout the day that she was going to make up for lost time. She had been very lightly dressed all day long and now she was wearing a blue bikini bottom, which was later revealed to be a thong, and a very sheer top of some sort. It was nothing more than a transparent veil that floated gently on her body. I had seen similar things in very old Playboy photographs. 

At any other moment or place in the world I would have been shocked by her decision to wear it in public. Now, I simply smiled and enjoyed the show. I'm a man who enjoys curves on women: large breasts, soft bellies, flaring hips, round buttocks, authentic thighs... But as Kate was just about naked right now, probably in preparation for the masquerade later on, I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt looking at her. Small but flawless breasts, well defined waist with no folds despite her twisted position, very nice legs ands thighs that seemed to surge from her narrow hips and flow all over her boyfriend's legs. The bright red of her toenails completed the effect. For the very first time I realized that it wouldn't take much for Kate to disguise herself as one of my students... which led to fantasies I wasn't ready to face just right now!

"Oh, poor thing!" Nella said to Hope, who was sitting across from Kate and Marcus. "You look so alone on that huge sofa. Here, let us keep you company while your husband sleeps upstairs, rather noisily!" We all laughed as Nella sat down beside Hope since Connor was indeed snoring upstairs. 

Looking at me, Nella then added: "Come here, Will, sit down with us." Looking at her, knowing what she was doing, I shook my head and joined them. Since Nella had sat so close to Hope, I did the same, feeling Hope's body against mine. 

As I placed my arm behind her head and my hand across to Nella, Hope looked at each of us in turn, then said, "You two are just fresh from fucking, aren't you?" Once more we all laughed, and our expressions seemed to be the confirmation the three others needed. 

There was this unspoken rule for the Midsummer weekends that we only had sex during the night, to keep the days as sexually charged as possible. We laughed with them, the more so since they hadn't the slightest idea just how different our sex had been. Kate got up and came back a few minutes later with five shots of whisky. Some of us remarked that we were starting earlier than usual, but Kate brushed it off, "I already missed last night, so I want to make up for lost time!" 

"Oh, and you missed quite show last night!" replied Hope. "Some of us saw things that we rarely get to see..." As the other laughed, I knew Hope was teasing me again. She had seen Nella and me in the forest having sex so very close to our friends in the jacuzzi. Indeed, a few seconds later Hope turned towards me and gave me a naughty smile. "It was a sight to remember!" she finally added. 

The whisky was remarkable, as always, since Rinette's parents, the owners of this luxurious lodge, knew their alcohol. As the night progressed I began lazily to play in and with Nella's hair. Hope was still tightly nestled between us, and making the best of it. Her hands were on our thighs, and sometimes she would squeeze mine. Her smell, a scent that changed through the years but was always dominated by cinnamon, was intoxicating right now. I wanted to turn to her and bury my face into her neck and hair. I was also, unmistakably, getting an erection. I was more than old enough to know that it would mess up what little rationality I had left. 

Right now, though, I didn't care at all. I was starting to sip on my third glass of whisky, and the familiar warmth spreading inside me. It took me a while to understand why Hope seemed to like her whisky so much. It was good, but does it explain the fact that every so often she would let out a soft, low moan of pleasure? When I realized that she sometimes did so even without drinking, I turned and looked at her. Very close, I could see the way the light was captured and released in her fiery red hair, highlighted by the colored feathers she always tied in it for Midsummer. I also got another blast of her perfume, as if Hope's wildness was manifesting itself through her scent. 

I also realized to my honest surprise, that I was not caressing Nella's hair anymore, but Hope's. That was why she'd been softly moaning. I froze and stopped, but immediately Hope turned to me and said, "Hey! Don't stop!" 

From across, Nella's head peaked and said, "He's good with those fingers, isn't he?" 

"Oh..." cooed Hope as I resumed, "I had no idea." Bolder, I pushed my whole hand into her hair and began massaging her head. "Oh, dear gods..." she said, her eyes closed, squeezing my thigh with her hand. When Nella's hand joined mine, Hope moaned aloud again. "Damn... You guys are going to make me cum right here if you keep this up!" 

We laughed softly, then Kate said, "She's not even kidding! Look at her nipples!" Through her bra and tank top, her nipples were very clearly obvious, erect and proud, and, most of all, clearly aroused. 

With her eyes still closed, Hope said, "Go ahead, take a good look and enjoy the view... As long as these two keep doing what they do, the world could end and I wouldn't really care." 

We were all, unwittingly, being drawn into this unique Midsummer magic. A bit later, when Marcus suggested a game of Twister until the masquerade we quickly agreed and Hope said, "Ya, let's play twister and let Will put his hand on my breast again!" Laughing, I didn't even bother replying. Hope had been teasing me about this for years. "But I must concede," she continued, "that with the head massage you just gave me, you don't need the Twister excuse to cop a feel if you want to..." She had said it lightly and was still laughing about it with the others when I turned slightly on the sofa and actually caressed her breast. As surprised as everybody else, Hope laughed harder and said, "Oh, you dirty man! With your wife right here as well!" 

Everybody, including Nella, was now laughing very loudly, but Hope hadn't pushed my hand away. She had placed hers on mine as soon as I touched her breast, in reflex probably, but she never pulled it away. After long, very delicious seconds, I kissed her cheek in thank you, and reluctantly pulled my hand back. 

Then Nella asked: "Hey! I gave you a massage too, can I cop a feel as well?" 

"What?" asked Hope, clearly surprised! "What's gotten into you two?" Despite her words, we were all still laughing and Hope, trapped between Nella and me, seemed completely at ease, didn't look like she wanted to go anywhere. 

From upstairs we heard Lincoln say: "Hey, you guys! We were trying to sleep here!" 

"Well, it's almost midnight," replied Kate. "We were just getting ready for you to start the fire!" Soon all the sleepy heads were coming down and joined us in the living room, helping themselves to whisky. 

A few tense minutes later, as we all knew what was coming and were very excited, Lincoln came back inside and declared that the fire was ready to be lit. After a short silence, the women came to kiss their lovers and we all parted for the preparations. While the women went outside, all the men went upstairs to gear up. Every year we disguised ourselves as ancient Celtic warriors, openly getting our inspiration from the old movie Braveheart. It didn't take all that long, especially for guys with short hair. A leather loincloth, a few straps of leather around the biceps and above the calves, some in the hair, if possible, and some sort of blue war paint all over our bodies. 

At some point during this Halloween-like process, Connor asked the question everybody had on their mind, "What the hell is going on this year guys?" 

"No idea, but something's up," replied Marcus. 

"Think it's the actual Midsummer day and the full moon?" I asked. 

We all laughed but not all that loudly. I don't think any of us were really into this superstitious thing, yet something was going on. We didn't have an answer, and nobody suggested we should just let everybody fuck each other's wife! Yet while we knew what to expect about the upcoming masquerade, it was clear that this year we were better off not expecting anything at all. In any case, we were ready for anything as barbarians from another era. Scared of five women wearing little masks? Ha! From outside we suddenly heard Rinette say, "Ready, guys?" 

"Yep!" came Lincoln's quick rely. 

"Ok then. Give us five minutes, then come and light the fire."

Five minutes later, even more tense than usual as this wasn't how things usually happened, we took our courage and went outside. Still not quite adjusted to the darkness and, despite the full moon, we couldn't see much. Lincoln found the fire and threw a match into the large pile of wood. The gas he'd poured onto it earlier ignited in a flash and the entire night was transformed. 

Even if our eyes had had enough time to adjust, allowing us to see the five women in a larger circle around us and the fire, we wouldn't have been prepared. The music we saw coming as every year Rinette brings a remote with her and starts the traditional tune as the fire is lit. 'Midsummer's Night' by Dervish, of course. Yet even if we had seen the backlit silhouettes of our lovers all around us, we would only have thought they were scantily dressed as usual. They were not. They were not dressed at all. When the fire exploded into life, so did the five women, gloriously naked and coming alive to the music. They all had their masks and usual red paint but nothing else. The five barbarians froze for a few seconds, not sure how to react, not sure if to believe this was actually real. 

In the end our instincts, the fire, the music and the arousal took over our conscious brains and we joined them. Soon the loincloths disappeared and we were all naked with them. At first, since they were dancing and running around the fire, we couldn't make out who was who. Yet even with the masks, some were easier than others. Nella was clearly the mother goddess with her generous curves and powerful presence. Strangely enough Rinette and Kate weren't all that easy to distinguish in this context. But soon enough, our loincloths discarded, we managed to find our respective lovers and dance with them, moving around the fire in a big circle. Hands flew all over the place, from breasts to waists to hips to asses and thighs and I even dared to get my fingers wet. This was completely crazy, being this excited, this sexual, this erect with all our friends around us!

As the tune in the long Midsummer set changed, the women surprised us again. Most of us had barely managed to accept this crazy naked masquerade when, at the change of the tune, each women suddenly stopped running around the fire, letting us move to the one that had been in front before we could stop. All of a sudden we were caught up and dancing with another woman as the turning resumed. Still overwhelmed, all of the men quickly realized that this new partner wasn't shy about holding us close or touching our bodies. It was completely surreal, as if we'd all been drugged. 

I realized I was dancing with Rinette, and remembered the kiss and bite she had given me earlier. My hands on her hips were so close to the ass I had briefly touched earlier but some last shred of conscious thought prevented me from siding it down. I pulled her against me, made her twist and turn with the music, and felt her hands all over me. Her long black hair was whisking left and right, wrapping itself around my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine at all time. 

Along the fire's heat, I could feel her strength and her passion radiating from her, further wrapping me in herself. Finding the mere inkling of control coming back, I looked down and enjoyed the sight of her lean and tight body, her small breasts jutting proudly above her smooth abs. Her dark patch of hair below only reminded me that her perfect ass was just inches away from my hands once again. I hesitated a fraction of a second too long. Just as the tune changed again, she leaned closer to me, her breasts touching my chest, and whispered, "Just missed your chance!" She laughed as she stopped, moving towards the guy behind me. 

Another thin women suddenly appeared in my arms: Kate. She was laughing and dancing very close to me. Leaning closer she said, "Hey, teacher, ever fantasized about dancing like this with one of your students? Do I look young enough?" I laughed with her, but didn't want to miss my chance twice in a row. I pulled her close to me, pressing her body against mine a few seconds and trapping my cock between our bellies, until I reached down to get a really good feel of her ass. She laughed, jumped away to dance once again and said, "Oooh, a naughty teacher, yes? What would I need to do to have an A?" 

"You have no idea, dear student!" 

"Really?" she said, an impish look in her eyes. "I'm guessing that my imagination is naughtier than yours... What if I were to stop, turn around and bend down?" 

I laughed, then growled as I threw her away, then pulled her back to me. Her back to me. This time my cock was pressed against the small of her back as my hand slipped from her hips to her pussy. It never made it. As we began moving again to the music, she turned around, looking at me. She was still smiling but her eyes told me that even though this had been a teasing game she was more turned on than she had thought. Before we could continue, the tune changed again. 

Eleanor's softness was suddenly all over me. We were hugging very closely all the while trying to keep moving around the fire. Her flesh against my cock was delicious, so were her breasts against my chest. But this morning's peculiar contact was stronger than these impulses. We didn't talk and, even though our hands did seize some of the chances offered to us, the long kiss we shared defined this short moment for us. As our tongues finally met, a deeper wave of pleasure and release of tension took us both. I don't know how long the kiss would have lasted, but the music changed again. 

And I was embraced in fire. Hope was positively glowing and burning in my arms. Her wonderful, overflowing breasts were all over my skin until I grabbed them both with my hands to squeeze them hard. Pushing my hands away she spun and moved behind me, pressing those breasts against my back and squeezing my ass at the same time. In her laugh, as she was moving back in front of me, I heard raw lust, and it was clear that she was very close to jumping me right there and then. 

That's just about what she did next, jumping up in my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist as I grabbed her ass to support her. Her pussy was quite obviously pressed directly against the underside of my cock. All I would have had to do was pull her upwards a few inches. No time, and I had to keep moving. Before jumping back down, she did whisper, "We're going to fuck before this weekend is done, lover!"

When she moved on I found myself face to face with Nella, and she was just as bewildered about all of this as I was. Since I had no idea what the others had done with her, I guess she hadn't seen anything else than the guy in front of her either. My goddess was in the same trance as everybody else and she suddenly threw her mask down, pulling mine immediately after. We had stopped dancing and turning and were now simply kissing madly next to the fire. Soon everybody else was doing the same, as incapable as we were to resist this sexual pull. 




Midsummer Weekend Pt. 03



We began moving away from the fire. The pull was now inexorable and no game was going to keep us away from our lover's touch. Nella broke the kiss and lay down on her back, opening her legs. I slipped inside her as soon as I dropped down hearing her scream of pleasure splitting the night. When I heard similar moans from the others, I realized we were all very, very close. Looking around quickly, I could see them all fucking openly on the grass around the fire. 

All in red, orange and white moonlight, we were all clearly lit with nothing veiled or hidden. I could see everybody was also able to look around and were doing just that. Eleanor, Marcus, Kate and Hope were positioned just right, and our eyes darted from each other to our own lovers. It was completely dreamlike. Time lost meaning as my entire being was torn between the sheer pleasure of Nella's pussy and the unbelievable lust that was shared between us all. The night so quickly turned from something profoundly erotic, to a dancing thrill beyond our fantasies, then a shared moment of open lust flashing all over the space around the fire. 

Across the fire, I saw Rinette standing up and getting close to Lincoln, then climbing up on him, to finally wrap herself around him as he positioned her above his cock. From my angle I could see his cock, see it moving around and pushing up until it suddenly vanished into her. They both began moaning, and the sight of those two sculpted bodies making love near the fire, standing amongst friends was mesmerizing. His big arms carried her light weight easily, and they soon found a rhythm we could hear as taut flesh slapped against taut flesh. 

Then my eyes were naturally drawn to Hope, who was riding Connor, facing me. Her long curly red hair, pure fire in the light of the bonfire, was covering half her face and the top of her breasts. With her face veiled like this, fucking her man for all she was worth, she looked like a nymph or a banshee from old Irish myths. But she was very real, very close to me. And staring, of course, straight into my eyes. This woman really wanted me, despite the fact I was fucking my wife, despite the fact she was riding her own husband right in front of me... 

Her breasts were just magnificent in this light, in any light whatsoever. Maybe only slightly smaller than Nella's, yet they seemed completely different. Nella's were fuller, rounder over her wider body compared to Hope's explosion of flesh over a smaller frame. While Nella's seemed to be growing organically, fluidly melting into her generous silhouette, Hope's breasts looked like they were overflowing mounds of flesh too big for her. For a long while I was sure that she had implants, and it took a while even for Nella to confirm that she in fact had not. They were just marvelous. 

I was mesmerized by the show until I felt Nella's legs reach up, wrap around my waist and begin to turn me over. As I kept on rolling Nella followed me, moved her legs around and re-impaled herself on my cock. Looking up at her, with her arms in the air above her, holding her hair as she rode me, my breath was taken away. Who was I to deserve such breasts, and to be given the opportunity to see and feel another pair just as wonderful?

As Nella rode me, I could see she was looking at Hope. Twisting my head, I saw the redhead was looking right back. It was clearly not rivalry or jealousy. Instead, at any second I expected one of them to get up and start kissing the other. It didn't happen, at least not this night. Nella maintained her intensity, and I was pretty sure the eyes of most of the others were locked on either one of them. 

Yet just nearby, Kate was bent over in front of Marcus, her legs straight and close together. Very flexible, she was bending forward at her waist but her entire body seemed to be folded in two. Her head very close to her legs, she was nonetheless being pounded by Marcus. He was standing right behind her, knees slightly bent, feet spread wide. Nothing fancy, just raw sex. It was mind-boggling, to see and hear all that, the uninhibited sex we had not even decided to consciously share tonight. 

Suddenly all our heads turned to Eleanor's loud cry: "Oh, you dirty man..." She was on all fours, Timothy kneeling behind her, and while I couldn't see it, he was obviously holding his cock against her. When we saw him spit on it, we all understood he was going to fuck her ass. Eleanor would have been wet enough for anything else. "Here? You're crazy enough to do this here?" Eleanor asked breathlessly, before laughing, an edge of delirium creeping up in her voice. She was bending forward even more until her head rested on the grass. I felt Nella slowing down above me, as captivated by the sight as I was. 

Eleanor, the shy and delicate creature, was unquestionably used to this and she even seemed to enjoy it. Judging by her words, and the crazy smile on her face, this was not something she did just to please her husband. Her moans, which were getting louder and clearer as we saw Marcus releasing his cock and pushing in slowly, were evidently moans of pleasure. She then began to get up, pushing herself upwards before pulling her torso up until she was kneeling. Her pale skin glowed in the firelight, her beautiful breasts in bright display. As her arms reached up and back to grab Marcus' head, his own hands were moving to her hips. While he was thrusting slower than he had before, he was still pumping in and out of Eleanor's ass with an intensity that astounded me. 

Sliding her hands across my chest, Nella recaptured my attention and from that point on we were focused on each other. Not that it would last all that long. Even if the weekend hadn't been a sustained sexually-charged assault on our minds, or if we hadn't role-played that sex game earlier, this near-orgy Midsummer fire would have been more than enough to bring our climaxes very, very close. Taking our cue from Kate and Marcus, we didn't try to out-do each other in fancier and fancier positions. Nella simple rode me, not too fast, as we stole a few last looks around us. 

My hands roamed from her thighs to her hips, from there to her belly and waist, up her torso to lose themselves all over her breasts, then reaching up again to her neck and face and hair. As she bent down and buried her face in my neck, I reached down to her ass and even teased her asshole for the very first time. Despite our years of sexual play, we'd never tried this. I felt her smile against my neck and cheek, then her growling, "Think we could try this later, dear lover?" In response I squeezed my hand harder. 

I think that was enough for Nella; her breathing and rhythm changed, and very soon she was in the throes of a very powerful and very loud orgasm. It hadn't been a race, nor a synchronized thing, but within moments Nella's cries catalyzed the entire group. If we had heard everybody else in the previous years, actually seeing them climax all around the fire was a uniquely powerful aphrodisiac. Not that we needed to be aroused any further, but that thrill managed to bring us over that awkward "after-the-climaxes" phase. 

It could have been very awkward indeed, once the hormones were gone, to look at each other around this strange Midsummer fire. It was not, and Eleanor's laugh played a large role. While we were all regaining our breaths and our minds, she began laughing slowly, softly and, somehow, intimately. Her laughter somehow kept us all together in this very public yet intensely private moment. For long moments, we just looked at each other with lazy smiles, like so many cats with cream on their whiskers. The night and fire were warm enough that our sweaty bodies were comfortable, so we lingered there a long time. We began talking, just a few words and laughter shared in the easy silence. I think we all feared that the morning would be more difficult, and that the awkwardness would be back. None of us wanted to move from this place. Yet we did, each to our beds. Little did we know that the last day of our weekend would prove even stranger.



Midsummer Weekend Pt. 04



Edited by Gustavca

*****

The morning following of our not-quite orgy was pretty silent. Even the usual early risers lingered in bed for a long time. In the end, as usual, I found myself with Eleanor in the kitchen. Lincoln and Kate woke up early as well and shared a cup of coffee with us. Everybody was clothed normally despite everything that had happened. Soon Lincoln and Kate went out for a run. As they left, Eleanor and I shared a look. Kate was in good shape, but we hadn't even known she liked running. We laughed about it, then realized we ourselves had shared something special yesterday. Not only the very intimate moment before breakfast in the glorious morning light, not even the allowed peeping of her shower in the glorious light of dusk, and not even the quick caresses around the fire. 

While the memory of Eleanor's soft body was still imprinted on my hands, the memory of the long kiss we shared was still predominant in my mind this morning. As we settled alone on the couch, with cups of some herbal infusion nearby, the silence was hard to define. Until, simply, Eleanor placed her cup on the table, smiled at me and asked, "Can I kiss you again?" And so we did, sharing a second kiss, much longer than the first. It was completely silent in the lodge, the only sound was the leather of the sofa creaking beneath us. 

Eleanor ended up leaning with her back against me, in my arms, as another silence was stretching. I was trying my best not to ask the question burning in my head, "What do these soft, loving kisses mean?" I was doing my best, knowing it would break the mood. I was wrong about that last part, as it turned out. 

Eleanor, as if reading my mind, said, "Oh, I don't know what it means, Will... Are love and sex the only choices we have? And while I certainly would enjoy having sex with you..." Women have ways of saying the most amazing things in strange contexts. "...what I really needed right now was these two kisses. And, actually, more than two."

With this she turned around in my arms and kissed me again. Longer. Wetter. By the time we stopped I was breathing hard, and my cock was just as hard. Eyes half-closed, Eleanor smiled at me, "You really have an easy trigger on that thing!" 

Laughing I replied, "Well, that was a wonderful kiss." 

She nodded, then nestled back in my arms. "Just so you know, I'm as ready for sex as you are..." Eleanor, still shy despite last night, "...but I meant what I said earlier. I don't think... I hope we're not trapped between monogamous romantic love and simple sex." After a pause, she went on: "I don't think either of us are in deep romantic love with each other, Will, and despite what our bodies might say, I know I'm not in your arms just to tease you or myself with a promise of wild passionate sex..." A pause, a deep breath, and more questions I was also trying to answer. "What's going to happen once we leave this Midsummer and go back to our usual lives? I have no idea. Will we dare, or even want to, kiss again the next time we see each other? I have no idea. What I know, without a doubt, is that I'm extraordinarily well, right here in your arms. Can we share this without asking what it means?"

We sure could. This second, absolutely delicious morning with Eleanor was even more bright than yesterday's. We just found ourselves at the right time and place, in the right mood and needs. We were completely at ease. It turned out we were the only ones who felt so completely at ease with yesterday night's fire. As we heard noises upstairs, Eleanor and I disentangled and allowed ourselves one last kiss. 

Looking into her eyes, I whispered, "I love you, Eleanor. I don't know what it means exactly, but I do."

She grinned, kissed me again and whispered, "I love you too, Will... Don't you forget it, whatever happens when we leave this place and time."

When the rest of the group came down, they were dressed just slightly more than yesterday morning. Unconsciously for most of them, the need for some measure of "normalness" was stronger this morning. We chatted happily, and even made some funny, although not overtly sexual, references to last night. But even though we were all looking at each other with new eyes, there was an undercurrent of tension. 

We spent the morning and part of the afternoon lazily enjoying the lodge and lake. As a group, we clearly had no idea how to end this weekend. And it looked like the magic was gone. As if we had used it all up yesterday night. Even Hope was quiet this morning despite what she had told me. 

In late afternoon, we somehow all gathered in the biggest jacuzzi. It was designed for eight people but we made do after some of us moved in and out, and switched places. At one point I noticed we were arranged rather peculiarly. Each of us had people of the opposite sex next to us. And nobody was sitting next to their respective lover. Lincoln and Kate were sitting next to each other and Eleanor and I shared a look when she noticed it as well. What had happened on that morning run, we were probably never going to know. 

The late afternoon jacuzzi was pleasant enough but the tension was still there. At least, until Nella spoke from across the jacuzzi. "So! When are we going to talk about last night?" Dead silence. Nervous glances followed that question, then some smiles, then Connor and Rinette, at the same time, began laughing. Most of us joined in. But soon enough even those who were most uncomfortable relaxed. It was done anyway, and we had all had a lot of fun. All of us moved a bit, stretched out our legs, less afraid of touching the others. After a while, with shots of whisky finishing the job of making us all very relaxed, we began enjoying and, even starting to regret, that this weekend was nearly over. Oh, how wrong we were. 

After a while, and more shots, Rinette broke the silence and offered a new game, "I had the classic game of truth or dare in mind, but after yesterday, I'm not sure we're quite ready to risk the dare side. So I have this in mind. While we did see a lot of things last night, we didn't really learn anything remarkably new. What do you think about this game..." Rinette then explained her game, and everybody was eager to play. It was essentially, as Hope said when Rinette was done, a version of Truth or Dare without dares. "Well yes, Hope! That was the point!" Most of us laughed at her tone. "But there will be no questions, just secrets voluntarily revealed. 

Since I happened to be sitting next to Hope on one side and Eleanor on the other, which had not happened by accident, I thought the game was going to be intense. In the end, strangely enough, I didn't even get to really play that game. The very first time Hope whispered in my ear, she made it very clear we were not going to be playing it. Instead she talked about my letter, not even bothering to explain how and why she had managed to identify me, nor why we were not going to play the game.

"Were you very serious when you wrote me the letter this year? Or just using hyperbolae to add to the effect?"

"I was dead serious, Hope."

"So you believe in nymphs?" she asked right back, a grin on her face. 

"Ok ok... But I think you understand what I mean... And about that part, I was indeed dead serious. You're absolutely gorgeous."

"Well thank you, Will, my dear future lover..."

She then left me there, stunned as I was by this reminder of last night's promise, and turned around to play with Marcus. As I turned around to Eleanor, she greeted me with a wonderful smile, and I leaned close to her and asked, "I think don't I need to ask you about one of your little fetishes..." 

Eleanor reddened quite noticeably. Pale skin was unforgiving. Yet she didn't turn away, and her smile quickly turned into a grin. "Like you don't have your own fetishes...," she replied. "You want to play that game?"

"With you? Not really. I think we went past the need for a game this morning."

"I agree. But let's make sure the others think we are..."

As I turned back to Hope, she was still smiling, but her smile had taken on a clearly different aspect. Her whispered words, while some of the others around the jacuzzi were laughing at the answers, were just as direct, "Do you know what a split crotch bikini is?"

"Yep." 

"Would you believe me if I told you I was wearing one right now?"

I pulled my head back to look at her, and while I was pretty sure she was telling the truth, I played along, "Nah, you wouldn't dare, despite everything..."

"Hmmm, in a few seconds I'm going to reach back to get that whisky. There are enough bubbles and, if you do it quickly enough, nobody will notice."

Again, no details or explanations were needed. When she did twist to reach the whisky glass, leaning in the other direction, I didn't stop to think and simply moved my hand downward under her buttock. When she sat back down, my fingers found themselves directly against her crotch. 

"My, that was great timing, my dear Will... Now, wanna check?"

It was remarkable enough that I had my hand directly on her ass, but once more my body moved before I could even start to consider the implications. Seeing her naked yesterday was one thing, but feeling my fingers finding the fold and slipping up into her pussy. That was something quite different. Hope was hot and fully lubricated already. Looking at me, she gave her most dazzling smile, then turned around to play her round with Marcus. 

When I found Eleanor's face waiting for me, even if I couldn't see any evidence she knew what was going on, I was a bit more stressed out. Yet although her question wasn't an easy one, it managed to quiet me down. 

"So, Will, do you think we'll be able to bring something of our Midsummer with us back to the real world?"

"I know what you mean by 'real world', Eleanor." I replied calmly, despite the fact I was fingering Hope's pussy. "But this isn't a fantasy world or a dream. What we share since yesterday is as real as anything else."

"I know that! I sure hope I didn't dream this morning's kisses! But do you think we could do that again yet still be with our spouses? Is it even wrong to think about it?"

"I don't think it's wrong to think about it, but I have no idea if it's possible to let this wonderful relationship, whatever we can call it, grow outside of this place... I really want to, but I don't know..."

In a matter of two seconds my mind had to make the brutal transition between this tender intimacy with Eleanor and the raw sexuality with Hope again. I barely survived the jolt. Trying to slow her down, all the while I was still moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, I asked, "Don't you think we're crossing a line here?"

"Do you know that we're not the only ones crossing a line here, Will?"

"What?"

"Look at Lincoln and Kate. She's given him at least two kisses on the neck under the cover of whispering for this game. And now, my guess is that he's more than likely getting his cock massaged."

As I noticed that Lincoln's face was indeed revealing that something was going on underwater, Hope whispered, "Would you like me to do the same?"

"Hope, I whisper urgently into her ear, my wife is right there!"

"Yes, and Lincoln's wife is right there, and Kate's boyfriend is right there and, most importantly, your fingers are right in my pussy, my future lover."

Before I could reply, Marcus was turning around to Hope, and Eleanor was waiting for me. Trying again to adjust again, I simply blurted out the thought that was screaming in my head, "Eleanor, forget what I just told you. It's all I can do to refrain from leaning over and kissing you. In front of everybody."

Eleanor grinned at my comment, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, "Thank you for this, Will. And please don't think I'm jealous, but I have to say that your mind is even quicker than I thought, to be able to do all of this at once..."

"What?"

"I know what you're doing with your other hand. Don't worry. It's not obvious. But I think everybody noticed how Hope jumped on you during the fire dance, and how you two were looking at each other all weekend long."

I really didn't know how to reply. Eleanor leaned closer and added, "Look... I'd really like to feel your fingers against my pussy too, Will. That was what I was imagining yesterday, in the shower when you saw me. But I think that if we go there, there will be no coming back. And I really want to come back from this weekend with something... I don't know how to name it either, but I don't want us to revert back to regular friends once this weekend is over." It really took all I had not to kiss her right there. 

Luckily, in a way, Hope chose that exact moment to move just enough so that her own hand had enough room to slip under my swimsuit, pull out my fully erect cock and begin massaging it. She then leaned close and asked, "Did you imagine yourself under me, last night, when you saw me riding Connor?"

I hadn't, actually, but I was not about to let her know that. "What do you think?" I replied instead with a grin. 

"Oh, you're not as pure and gentlemanly as you let us think..."

"Ha! It depends on the subject!" 

I was just about drowning in the sensations of her massage, when she said, "Do you think anyone would notice if I sat on your lap and impaled myself on that lovely cock of yours?"

"Yes! They would!" 

She laughed, then scared me with her next words, "I'm going to make it so that nobody will..." 

She then she interrupted the game by asking everybody if we should put some sort of dare back into the game. By that time I think most of us were just as sexually excited as we were yesterday. This morning's tensions and remorse were gone replaced by a newly refilled charge of Midsummer magic. 

Very soon we reverted to a classic game of truth or dare, and we forgot about the secret thing. The questions were asked and answered out loud over the noisy spa. As the previous game had taken care of the easiest questions and, since everybody was clearly in a more sexual mood once again, the first question to come out of Marcus' mouth was clear and direct, "Nella, truth or dare?"

"Truth!"

"What's the boldest thing you ever did, sexually?"

"Wow! Talk about direct! Hmmm, let me see." Suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked at me before answering, "Maybe it's not the absolute boldest, but I'm pretty sure you guys will like this... Remember Friday night, when we were all six in the other jacuzzi and Will and I went out for a bit? Well, we didn't go all that far. We turned around, sneaked silently into the forest just behind the jacuzzi and had sex right there. About twenty yards from you!"

Everybody laughed even those who had not been there. Nella, her turn to ask a question, looked around and settled on Rinette, "Truth or dare?"

"Truth!" 

"What's the one thing you've been afraid to ask of Lincoln in bed?"

"Damn! Next time I'll take the dare! Gods... And I'm going to reveal this here, in front of all of you? Damn it, Nella, you probably even know what it is. I think I already told you!"

"You did!" Nella laughed. 

"Ok, ok... Lincoln," she turned to her husband, "I've never told you this but... Oh damn it's not easy! Especially here! Well, here goes... I've never dared to tell you that, one day, I'd like to have a threesome with another woman."

We all laughed at that admission, indeed, especially here. Lincoln, still looking dazed from Kate's massage, looked like a deer caught in headlights. His eyes got round and he couldn't really reply, "Er... wow, er, well... I don't know..."

"Just shut up then!" Rinette said, laughing nervously. "Damn you, Nella, for forcing me to say this!"

But she was laughing with us even though her face was bright red. "Now I can't ask a question to Nella, right? Damn you... Ok then, Eleanor. Truth or dare?"

"Hmmm... Come to think of it, I also told you quite a few things, Rinette... I think I'm going to risk a dare."

"Really? Wow! I had a question ready for you... Well, what can I make you do." 

In the end, Rinette simply asked Eleanor to stand up and take off her bikini top. Simple, yet significant. It was the first, at least the first obvious, move towards the strange place we had found yesterday night around the fire. Never before had we been nude during the previous Midsummers. 

After laughing at the comments linking Rinette's threesome request and this dare, Eleanor, unnaturally calm, stood up with a gentle smile and took her sweet time to remove her top. Not exactly a strip-tease but not so far from it either. Her wonderful white breasts were there for all to see, her pink nipples already erect and standing proud before nine pairs of eyes. When she sat down, as she was on a raised spot, the water didn't cover much of anything. It was both very strange and perfectly natural. 

Looking around as if nothing strange was going on, Eleanor chose Timothy, "My dear husband..." 

And was cut short by Hope, "Nope! You can't choose your spouse in this game." 

"Ok then... Hope, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"My, my, my... Don't we all have secrets to protect!" After we stopped laughing, she looked at Hope and said, "Ask Will to remove your own top..."

As I quickly removed my hand from under her, Hope seized her chance, "Here, Will, looks like you have a job to do." Quite unnecessarily, she got up and sat on my lap. As soon as she did she jumped up a little and said, "Wo! What's that thing? Move it away and let me sit!" Of course everybody exploded into laughter and I understood what her plan was. Reaching down to ostensibly move my hard cock away, I instead pulled it upwards. When Hope sat back down, making the best of the distraction she had created, she pushed open her bikini bottom and, a fraction of a second later, I felt her heat as she impaled herself on my cock. 

I did my best not to show anything but, in any case, any facial reaction I could have had would be pretty much normal considering she was sitting on my lap in a tiny bikini. I was in a complete and utter trance as I fumbled at the string of her bikini top. I was actually doing my best, but my mind was just about tearing itself apart, overwhelmed by the deep unreality of this moment. When I finally managed to get the knot untied, I expected Hope to move up and away. She didn't. Instead, "Do the top part as well." As she said it, she rotated her hips and my cock went in deeper yet. It was completely insane. Eventually, taking much too long despite my best efforts, I managed to untie the second knot. 

"So, what are you waiting for... remove it?" 

She was laughing with the others as they shouted encouragement. Closing my eyes, I reached under her arms, placed my hands above her breasts and whispered a quick "Fuck it." Instead of pulling on the bikini, I slid my hands firmly on, against, around, over, on top, upon... her breasts. I felt her hard nipples against each of my fingers as my hands moved down. Shouts of laughter followed my move, but I could barely register what was going on around me. My hands on her breasts, my cock in her pussy with my wife and closest friends all around me, including Hope's own husband. 

Apparently it was ok in this strange land of wonders we had all found this weekend. Hope even said, "Can I stay here? It's quite comfortable!" Nobody objected, so she stayed right there, impaled on my cock as she looked, innocently I guess, at the others. "Nella! You dodged a dare earlier but will you attempt one of my questions?"

"No way, my dear! Shoot me a dare."

"Come and kiss me. On the mouth."

Nella closed her eyes shaking her head as a smile gradually appeared on her face. "Oh dear Gods..." she said in a long sigh, "we know way too much about each other!" I couldn't see much from behind Hope and, in any case, my mind was overheating. My hands were on her hips and I was very slowly starting a rhythm, pushing her down and releasing her. Nevertheless, I bent sideways, towards Eleanor, to look at Nella. 




Midsummer Weekend Pt. 04



When my head found hers, Eleanor whispered, "You're completely crazy, Will!" She knew. 

Before I could react, Nella knelt down in front of Hope and leaned closer until they kissed. Suddenly, completely taken by surprised, I felt my wife's fingers between my legs, then on my cock, then moving upwards to touch Hope's pussy. I felt Hope freeze in place, but instantly relax as she saw Nella winking at me, then at Hope. 

"Never been kissed like that, have you?" The normally unflappable Hope had absolutely nothing to say. "First time with a woman?" 

"Yes." A simple answer but right now as much as she was able to do. 

"Well, not for me, my dear." General laughter again. 

Through it, Nella asked Hope, "Did you really believe that I hadn't noticed?" I saw Hope's simple nod. Nella's last comment through a large grin surprised both Hope and me, "Any time you want to do that, my dear. Any time."

As everybody else thought she was talking about the kiss. We knew she was not. While I was failing to regain any sort of composure, Nella looked around again, and settled on Lincoln, "Truth or dare?"

"Well, as scared as I was of the first questions, I don't think I'd be willing to kiss Timothy!" After the laughter, he answered, "Truth!"

"Think of it as a follow-up question. Have you ever dreamed of a threesome, and if so, with whom?"

Lincoln's blood drained completely from his face, "Er, yes?"

"Don't look so sure, Lin? What's wrong?" 

"Er, yes I'm sure... Like most guys I have..."

"And with anyone we know?" Nella asked, a naughty smile on her face.

"Well... what happens if I don't want to answer?"

"Oooh!" said Hope, recovering quickly from her earlier shock and despite the large cock moving slowly in and out of her pussy. "It *is* one of us! Who? Tell us who, Lin?"

Rinette looked at Lincoln and said, "Don't worry, my love. I think it's pretty clear now that we've all somehow been drugged by the Midsummer moon... and I really want to know now!"

"Well," he said, "there are two, actually. Can I answer for a foursome?"

"Of course!" said Nella.

"Well, the first is Kate, and the second one is you, Nella." Lincoln's face looked like it was trying to figure out if it wanted to be white or red. "Damn it!" he continued, "At the end of the day we're going to know way too much stuff on everybody here!" 

He was right, of course. When we got out of the jacuzzi later, we knew pretty much who had fantasized about whom, had taken a very well-lit look at everybody's naked body, had seen kisses that were not supposed to happen and, just exactly who, besides Eleanor and Timothy, enjoyed anal. Inside the lodge for dinner, some of us remained naked and everybody was at least topless. It was completely surreal. 

Even though the sun was still shining outside, it was now well past the time when we usually left the lodge to go back to our real lives. Nobody talked about it, but one after the other, we found our phones and made a few calls and arranged to be either absent or "sick" tomorrow. None of us wanted to leave. We knew something impossible was going to happen tonight, something that had been forbidden since our first Midsummer, even though we hadn't needed to say it. 

We were going to have sex with other people tonight. 

If the mood had been fey since we got here Friday, the atmosphere as we ate this Sunday night dinner was unbelievable. Even though she was right in front of me, my mind both enjoyed and rebelled at the sight of Hope's completely nude body as she went to the kitchen. That was not supposed to happen, my mind kept repeating. Indeed it was not. But as I looked at the thin strip of red hair above her pussy, I couldn't help but try and confront my mind. Shouldn't this be the norm instead of the usual prudish clothing? Shouldn't we always be naked? Some part of my mind knew my reasoning was flawed, but, looking at Rinette's just-as-amazing-as-I-thought ass, I couldn't care less about logic. 

I couldn't eat very much. For me, sexual energy and food didn't mix very well. Seeing Kate leaning towards Eleanor to lick a drop of sauce from her friend's breast didn't help at all. I was relieved when dinner was over even though I had to get up with a visible erection. Instead of the shock it would have created in any other circumstance, all I got were a few smiles. I had no idea what was going to happen next as we moved to the living room and its many large couches, but somehow we all ended up naked. 

I'll always suspect that the women somehow managed to talk amongst themselves at some point because things sorted themselves out very smoothly. I sat down on a couch with Nella, and a few moments later Hope came and sat on Nella's lap, stretching her legs across mine. When she placed her arm around my wife and started to kiss her, all the while caressing my chest with her free hand, the evening became clearer. 

On the huge bearskin rug, Rinette, Lincoln, Kate and Marcus settled in comfortably in a very tight group. Eleanor, on another sofa, seemed to be glowing between Connor and her husband Timothy. How strange that this reserved, introverted woman had had anal sex in front of us last night, and now was clearly going to live another of her fantasies with two men. Connor had made, perhaps, the most surprising revelation in the jacuzzi, spurred by a question from his wife no less. He had revealed that he too would like to have a threesome but with a man as the third partner. Looks like everybody's going to see their wishes coming true. 

In no time at all the caresses and kisses turned sexual, and while we were all very open-minded right now, some instinct pushed us to find more intimate rooms. We all left the bearskin foursome, a name that would stick for years afterwards, alone in the living room and went up to the bedrooms. 

When I closed the door behind me and saw Hope and my wife, completely naked, looking at each other across the bed, my heart missed a beat. As one, they turned to me and each extended a hand. My erection in front of me, I walked towards them and grabbed their hands. It was our first time, for all of us, doing a threesome. Kneeling on the bed, there was an awkward pause then shared laughter. We had no idea what we were going to do, yet knew perfectly what we wanted. 

Somehow in the back of my head, I expected that either Nella and I would break the ice, or both girls would. But Nella had other ideas. Still kneeling on the bed, she moved behind Hope and beckoned me with a finger. Hope was trapped between us and, as if floodgates had been opened, I felt her arms around me, her lips on mine, her hair on my shoulders, her breasts on my chest, my cock against her smooth belly and, soon, her hands all over my back and ass. Then two more hands appeared, moving all over Hope's and my bodies. I could feel Nella's hands joining Hope's on my back, ass and thighs, then they pulled back and enjoyed the redhead's body for a while, coming up to her breasts as I felt those two mounds coming alive against my chest. 

I hadn't kissed another women in years and this weekend I kissed Eleanor and the fiery redhead who had been on my mind for a long time. I felt a hand grabbing my cock and didn't even know whose it was. The thrill was astounding. Nella moved around and appeared right next to us to join in our kiss. A three-way kiss isn't as easy as a regular one, but the feeling of two tongues dancing against my own was delightful. We managed to find a rhythm that allowed us to come even closer together. 

In the end, as nice as that kiss was, we all needed something deeper. Hope suddenly pushed herself back, grinned at us and said, "I really need your husband's cock now, Nella!" 

We shivered and shared a breathless laughter as Nella and I watched the unreality of Hope turning around, going down on all four, opening herself to my cock. As I moved behind her, Nella took my cock and guided it right up to Hope's pussy. Somehow her hand amplified the already intense emotions threatening to overwhelm me. The strangest thing was that I had been, only a couple of hours ago, deep in that same pussy. But having my wife guiding me once more into its folds... 

I sheathed my cock as far as I could go. When I felt her nice round ass molding itself against my thighs, her insides stretched to their limit as I pushed deeply into her. I felt myself shaking. In a trance once more this weekend, I pulled back slowly before pushing back in. My mind barely able to realize that the ass below and around me wasn't the same it was used to. Torn between a deep desire to fuck Hope's brains out making her lose consciousness with too much pleasure and an equally deep desire to make sure this night never, ever ended, I tried to find a pace that would work. 

Looking up suddenly at a moan from Nella, I saw something I'd dreamed about but had only ever seen in porn movies. Nella was lying on her back, her legs wide open as Hope was starting to devour her pussy. I had to slow down, or cum in the next second. Looking at me above the incredibly sexy body of our friend, Nella silently mouthed the words, "Do it, Will..." That was, actually, way more than what I needed. Grabbing Hope's hips firmly, I began fucking her a lot harder, a lot faster. The sudden intensity made her stop what she was doing to Nella and turn to look at me. She was crying and moaning yet her eyes never left me. 

Seconds later I felt as if my entire body was imploding towards my cock and balls. I felt my cum being dredged up and pulled inexorably up my cock and into her. It was me who came close to losing consciousness as I exploded. As jet after jet of my sperm began overfilling the spasming pussy of a woman who was not my wife, some small part of my mind was screaming, "This was not supposed to happen, even on a midsummer's night!!!" Yet it had, yet it had... 

Some time later I found myself lying down on the bed, my soft cock being devoured by my wife. Half a blowjob, half a tit job. The night was, obviously, not even close to being finished. I was still relatively soft though having had a huge orgasm minutes before. When I also saw Hope kneeling down across from Nella, my mind began reeling even though I believed I had seen everything. Two mouths, four glorious breasts and lots of loving attention. That was more than enough to bring everything back to life. Reaching behind me to push a couple of pillows under my head, I then settled down to enjoy the barely believable show in front of me. 

Very soon my cock was hard once again, blissfully drowned in this mix of soft lips, wet tongues, slick breasts, deep mouths, massaging hands. Thick manes of hair, one brown and soft, the other red and curly, were draped over their backs and my belly as the two women seemed to be playing with me. They were smiling, laughing, sharing a few kisses over or around my cock, letting their free hands roam all over the other's body. I don't know how long we stayed this way, but so soon after a climax, I know I could have enjoyed this moment for a long, long while. 

The words that put an end to my bliss, somehow, didn't sound all that bad. It was Hope saying, "I want to feel him inside me again." 

As Nella smiled and moved back, Hope straddled me, then guided my cock against her pussy and lowered herself all the way. Seeing this goddess upon my cock was wonderful. Then Nella moved up towards my head to straddle me as well offering me her pussy. I closed my eyes and did my best to bring her to orgasm. It didn't take long. My arms under her thighs, my hands on her hip, I guided her above me until I found the perfect angle. She was drowning wet, burning hot. As soon as my tongue touched her clit, which usually doesn't happen before a while, she placed her hand on my head, grabbing two fistfuls of hair, and pulled herself harder against my mouth. 

When I opened my eyes, looking up, I saw her face already contorted with pleasure. Her breasts were dancing gently up and down and side to side as she focused her entire being around her pussy and the impending climax. Below her, as fascinated as I was by the sight of her beauty above me, I couldn't help but also be conscious of the other woman on me. I couldn't see her at all but her weight, her thighs, her ass, her hands on my belly and, most importantly, her pussy all around my cock, were all distinctly clear in my head. 

As soon as I saw Hope's head appearing from behind and closing upon Nella's breasts, my wife's eyes opened and her whole body began to shake. As if her hands on Nella's breasts reminded her of the crazy situation, Hope pushed Nella over the threshold. Not holding anything back, her moans turned into cries and screams as Nella let her orgasm loose. Everybody else must have heard but, then again, busy as they all were they probably didn't even notice. Nella's hands left my hair as she fell forward slightly, trying to maintain some control over her body. She was shaking, twitching, pulling her too sensitive clit away from my mouth, fighting the urge to leave it there longer. Eventually she moved off falling like a doll on the bed beside us. 

Grinning, Hope looked away from Nella and stared at me. Placing her hands on my chest she bent forward and really began to ride me. Once again she looked like a nymph from Celtic stories, or a fury ready to make deadly battle. Luckily for us all, the power burning inside her was only her own climax, and it looked ready to explode any moment now. With her normally pale skin was now red with the blood pulsing in her veins, her reddish nipples and fiery hair, she really looked like she was on fire above me. That sight alone would have been enough to mesmerize me completely, but the facts that another woman was fucking me, and that my wife was just next to me as transfixed by that redhead as I was, were simply too much. 

As Hope started to climax, I began laughing, as much from sheer pleasure as from a sort of Midsummer madness. When she pulled back up, throwing her arms up above her head, Hope seemed to really turn into living fire, twisting and dancing, her hair and breasts like tongues of flame. Her climax was a thing of absolute beauty, transcending the natural world into something that was so much more. 

Eventually she came back down, drained from that near-magical experience. She fell on my other side, and began crying. Smiling, knowing that Hope's sobs were not sadness, Nella crossed over and lay down behind Hope. We held her in our arms until her sobs turned into laughter. 

"That was unbelievable!" Hope's whispered words. 

After a pause, I said, "You think it's over?" 

Both women laughed at my comment, until Nella saw I was still fully erect. "What? You managed not to cum through this, this sexual fire? Wow! I came again, masturbating, just looking at her!"

After some more laughter, I turned and moved over Hope. Despite everything, I felt her arching her back, offering me her pussy again as I slipped over her. But I kept going until I reached Nella. Pushing her fully on her belly, I placed my cock between my wife's ass cheeks. 

"What? You want my ass now?" A reflex, pure instinct, made me twitch at her words. Surprised, laughing at the response, Nella turned around and looked at me: "Really? You'd really want to do that?" Hope, lying on her side right next to us, was watching us, a smile on her lips. 

"Well," I said, unsure of what I should say, "I was not going for it now, but..." Nella and Hope laughed again. 

"Put that cock into my pussy right now, and I promise you we're going to try it later..."

As I pushed my cock into my wife's pussy, as I had done hundreds if not thousands of times before, I realized it was different nonetheless. Despite sharing a kiss with Hope as I was fucking Nella, my mind was still chasing down paths it had never really explored before. Sure I had seen a few anal porn clips, and sure I had enjoyed them. But to really do it? Now, completely overwhelmed by too many sensations, I was ready to try anything. 

When I felt Hope's hand on my ass pushing me harder against Nella, I grinned into her kiss, before breaking it to say, "Kiss Nella, now!" 

Both women laughed, but didn't waste much time. Guiding my own hand to Hope's ass, I slipped it down until I reached her pussy. When she pushed her ass outward and spread her legs slightly, I pushed two of my fingers inside her. Short of having two cocks, I was just about fucking two women at the same time. Looking at them kissing, inches away, with Hope's hand on my ass, my second climax slowly but clearly grew until it bloomed into one of the best climaxes of my life. As I was cumming into my wife, I knew I could easily have switched to Hope's pussy. Without thought, I did, pulling out and moving above her to push my cock and sperm once more into her. Surprise, pleasure and laughter again, one last time before our bodies simply gave up. 

After a quick shower we came back to bed and dropped like stones. Our bodies twisted and intertwined in what must have been very uncomfortable positions, we fell asleep in one tangled mess. 

While the following morning should have been, at the very least, extraordinarily awkward, it wasn't. In fact, this strange and unexpected weekend deeply transformed our group of friends. Our Midsummer weekends became exclusive. No more outsiders. 

But more than that, our entire lives were altered by that Celtic experience. While we remained independent couples, the ten of us became a lot closer, and the lines between couples were blurry enough to allow some extra freedom all year long. 

As the first few weeks went by afterwards, I really thought that the Midsummer weekends would remain the only place where we truly let ourselves loose, even if the rest of the year would still be quite fun. That was a big mistake on my part. For instance, I never expected our following Midwinter weekend to be so... dramatic!