4 comments/ 92782 views/ 19 favorites Staycation Ch. 01 By: Gary_Alexander Last year, we bitched and moaned over the fact that we couldn't afford to go away anywhere on our summer vacations. This summer we still couldn't justify spending a fortune on a trip anywhere, but we decided to make the best of it: we co-ordinated our vacations with our neighbors Jim and Michelle, and planned a handful of short day trips -- but mostly, just hang around and take it easy. We had a huge pool, and Jim and Michelle had an entertainment room most people would kill for. That's one upside of a bad economy: we might all be just a couple of years out of college and completely cash-poor, but we were able to buy really nice houses at bargain prices. A couple days into our staycation, Jim and I were drinking a couple of beers alongside the pool, debating what we were going to grill for dinner (two weeks of barbecues was not going to be kind to our cholesterol levels), when the girls came back from their morning jog. They were as close as sisters -- they'd been roommates through all four years of college -- but couldn't have been more different physically: Tina was Greek, olive-skinned, and curvy in all the right places. Michelle was slim, with "bee-sting" breasts. Both girls were wearing running shorts, but Tina had on a black sports bra on top while Michelle wore a thin t-shirt. She was sweating enough to make it apparent she wasn't wearing a bra; then again, I wondered whether she even owned one. Michelle looked longingly at the pool. "I should have stopped off at our house when we passed it, and grabbed a bathing suit." "You can borrow one of mine," Tina said. Michelle looked at Tina's body, and then back at her own. "Yeah," she said. "That'll work." Tina gave her a good-natured smirk, then headed for the house to change into something more comfortable than her sports bra. Michelle kicked off her sneakers and socks, sat by the edge of the pool, and dangled her feet into the water. "Ahh," she said. "My doggies needed that." Jim bent down behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mmm," she said. "But be careful, I don't want to get knocked in. We don't want to give Bob a wet t-shirt show." I hoped they couldn't see me smiling at the thought. In fact, just a day earlier, I'd gotten a pretty good look at Michelle's little breasts: we'd all been in the pool together and when she dove in, her entire bikini top had lifted up almost to her neck. When she surfaced just about a foot in front of me, her hard little nipples were close enough for me to taste. I pretended to be looking the other way, and she quickly realized what had happened and fixed her top. What I didn't know at the time was that less than an hour earlier that same day, Jim had gotten an accidental peek at Tina: while Michelle's bikini top had been too loose, Tina had been wearing an older one-piece from her less busty days, which was now to small. It looked great on her, but I'd even mentioned while we were changing that I hoped it would hold everything in. Turns out after one of her dives, her top had shifted down enough that both of her nipples were exposed. Tina came out of the house wearing denim shorts and the same bikini top she'd worn the day before, and sat poolside next to Michelle. "I hope that's going to hold everything in," I said to her as she passed by me -- unaware that yesterday it hadn't -- but there was a part of me that wouldn't have minded seeing both girls fall into the pool and expose themselves. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind, and when Jim and Michelle finally went home, I wanted to rip off Tina's bikini top and shorts and fuck the hell out of her right there at poolside. We'd never had sex outdoors before, but lately we'd been talking about finding ways to spice things up sexually. Tina must have been reading my mind, because she said "not in the daylight, stud" before she walked into the house to shower. An hour later (she takes long showers), she was dressed and ready to go to Jim and Michelle's for dinner. It had taken me about three minutes to throw on a nice polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts -- and with the time I knew I'd have to kill, and given how horny I still was, I'd been sorely tempted to jerk off once or twice. She looked real good, which didn't help my situation: a half-shirt that stopped a few inches above her belly button, and which flattered her lovely breasts, and what she called her "flouncy skirt," a skirt that I always thought looked like a tennis skirt. We walked down the block to our neighbors' home, and found them already out on the patio. Michelle was pretty easy on the eyes herself: she was wearing a black "wife-beater" t-shirt, which was snug enough to show that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a skirt no longer than Tina's. Jim and I exchanged glances, and clearly we were both thinking the same things: we were a couple of lucky bastards. By the time we'd finished our steaks and salad, and a couple of beers apiece, it was getting dark and a little cool, so we made our way downstairs to their entertainment room. Jim had downloaded a movie that had just hit the theatres last week, which we'd heard was pretty steamy. Oh yeah, I thought. I really should have jerked off when I had the chance. There were two couches in the room, side by side with a small table in between. While Jim set up the movie, Tina made a last-minute visit to the bathroom while Michelle made a huge bowl of popcorn and set it down on the table. When Tina got back, she joined me on one of the couches -- I was on the "popcorn side" of the couch at it happens -- and Jim used his bigass remote control to dim the room's lights and start the movie going. It was everything we'd heard: it was nominally a whodunit, but it opened with a beautiful woman sneaking into our hero's bedroom at night, stripping down, and sucking his cock. Tina snuggled close to me as we watched, and I put an arm around her. Feeling like a teenager sitting in the back row of the local multiplex, I let my fingers wander down for just a moment and brush across her left breast. Yeah, we'd been married for three years, but it still felt naughty to "cop a feel" -- especially with our friends not ten feet away. Tina looked over at me and smiled as I realized she'd obviously removed her bra when she was in the bathroom. We'd hit a boring part of the movie. The reviews had been right: the storyline was nothing special, but the frequent sex scenes made it worthwhile. Then our hero visited the murder victim's sister, who'd just come in from the rain, her sundress soaked and clinging to her skin. Her breasts were gorgeous but do you know what? Tina's were better. I glanced over to make sure Jim and Michelle had their eyes on the screen, and then I gave Tina's left breast a quick caress. And a quick pinch to her hardening nipple. Tina lifted her legs off the floor and stretched out on the couch, resting her head on my lap. Her squirming about, trying to find a comfortable position on my lap, certainly didn't do much to relax my cock. Neither did the fact that on the screen, our hero had the sister's dress lifted above her waist and was fucking her from behind. And ten feet away, Jim and Michelle were kissing pretty passionately. Tina settled her head into my lap, the hero went back to investigating (boring!), Jim and Michelle came up for air, and all was peaceful again. My cock even stopped trying to burst out of my shorts. My left hand was resting on Tina's belly, the bare skin between where her shirt ended and her skirt began. I looked over at her skirt, hiked up a bit and just covering her panties. At least I assumed so. Making sure our hosts were otherwise distracted -- Michelle seemed to be whispering something in Jim's ear -- I lifted Tina's skirt until her panties came into view. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Just checking you hadn't lost them as well," I whispered. "Would you like me to?" she whispered back with a smile. I had to admit it was tempting. I smiled back, and smoothed her skirt back down over her panties. She put her hand over the zipper of my shorts "Maybe I should check whether you're wearing underwear," she whispered. "You do, and things are going to get really messy really fast." She giggled softly, gave my crotch a pat, and then settled in to watch the movie. I put my hand back on her tummy, and she lifted the bottom of her shirt about an inch higher, to just about the underside of her breasts. I got the hint, and moved my hand up to the bottom of the shirt. On the screen, the sister and the murderer -- at least I assumed she was going to be revealed to be the murderer -- were having an all-out brawl, with clothing ripped at every turn. If I was following the plot correctly, the two of them were also ex-lovers. Slowly, the anger was turning into lust, and the fighting into foreplay. Tina grabbed my hand and pulled it under her shirt. "Tina! Jim and Michelle are right there." "Look at them," she said. Michelle was on her back on the couch, her shirt on the floor, Jim kissing her nipples. "Wow," I said, lifting Tina's shirt over her breasts. "That's the spirit," she said. She grabbed the zipper of my shorts again. "I never did check on your underwear." "Go ahead," I said. Jim and Michelle were looking over at us now. Tina saw them, and responded by pulling her shirt over her head and off. Then she unzipped my shorts, unsnapped the snap, and reached into the slit in my boxers to pull out my cock. As if not to be outdone, Michelle pulled off her panties. I realized, and I'm sure Jim did too, that the girls were in control here. Tina pushed me down on the couch, straddled me, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and lowered herself onto my cock. The last thing I ever expected, I thought as I felt the warm wetness of her pussy surrounding my cock, was that we'd be fucking in front of our best friends. Tina shuddered. She was already having her first orgasm. When I looked over, I saw Michelle standing in front of the couch, her hands braced on the back of the couch, offering up her pussy to Jim. He dropped his pants and briefs in a single motion, lifted up her skirt, and quickly took her from behind. I couldn't stop looking at both Tina's breasts swaying above me, and Michelle's cute, tiny tits and her facial expression as she was being fucked hard by her husband. Tina came again. "Cum inside me," she said loudly. "Don't you want to wait?" "No, don't hold back. Cum right now." No problem: I'd been holding back all day. I came in three or four massive spurts. During the final one, Tina screamed as she experienced the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen her have. Moments later we heard a similar scream from Michelle, and we saw Jim's knees begin to buckle a little and his cum drip out of Michelle's pussy. We all took a moment to catch our breath, while Jim picked up his briefs from the floor and put them on. Then we all collapsed onto our respective couches. The women were still topless and even in the dim light, they had that sexy just-been-fucked look about them. Nobody spoke for a minute, until Tina said "Michelle?" "Yeah," Michelle said. "Okay, you won." Staycation Ch. 01 Little by little, migrating my stories over from my old Gary_Alexander account (with some rewriting) ***** Last year, we bitched and moaned over the fact that we couldn't afford to go away anywhere on our summer vacations. This summer we still couldn't justify spending a fortune on a trip anywhere, but we decided to make the best of it: we co-ordinated our vacations with our neighbors Jim and Michelle, and planned a handful of short day trips - but mostly, just hang around and take it easy. We had a huge pool, and Jim and Michelle had an entertainment room most people would kill for. That's one upside of a bad economy: we might all be just a couple of years out of college and completely cash-poor, but we were able to buy really nice houses at bargain prices. A couple days into our staycation, Jim and I were drinking a couple of beers alongside the pool, debating what we were going to grill for dinner (two weeks of barbecues was not going to be kind to our cholesterol levels), when the girls came back from their morning jog. They were as close as sisters - they'd been roommates through all four years of college - but couldn't have been more different physically: Tina was Greek, olive-skinned, and curvy in all the right places. Michelle was slim, with "bee-sting" breasts. Both girls were wearing running shorts, but Tina had on a black sports bra on top while Michelle wore a thin t-shirt. She was sweating enough to make it apparent she wasn't wearing a bra; then again, I wondered whether she even owned one. Michelle looked longingly at the pool. "I should have stopped off at our house when we passed it, and grabbed a bathing suit." "You can borrow one of mine," Tina said. Michelle looked at Tina's body, and then back at her own. "Yeah," she said. "That'll work." Tina gave her a good-natured smirk, then headed for the house to change into something more comfortable than her sports bra. Michelle kicked off her sneakers and socks, sat by the edge of the pool, and dangled her feet into the water. "Ahh," she said. "My doggies needed that." Jim bent down behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Mmm," she said. "But be careful, I don't want to get knocked in. We don't want to give Bob a wet t-shirt show." I hoped they couldn't see me smiling at the thought. In fact, just a day earlier, I'd gotten a pretty good look at Michelle's little breasts: we'd all been in the pool together and when she dove in, her entire bikini top had lifted up almost to her neck. When she surfaced just about a foot in front of me, her hard little nipples were close enough for me to taste. I pretended to be looking the other way, and she quickly realized what had happened and fixed her top. What I didn't know at the time was that less than an hour earlier that same day, Jim had gotten an accidental peek at Tina: while Michelle's bikini top had been too loose, Tina had been wearing an older one-piece from her less busty days, which was now to small. It looked great on her, but I'd even mentioned while we were changing that I hoped it would hold everything in. Turns out after one of her dives, her top had shifted down enough that both of her nipples were exposed. Tina came out of the house wearing denim shorts and the same bikini top she'd worn the day before, and sat poolside next to Michelle. "I hope that's going to hold everything in," I said to her as she passed by me - unaware that yesterday it hadn't - but there was a part of me that wouldn't have minded seeing both girls fall into the pool and expose themselves. I couldn't get that thought out of my mind, and when Jim and Michelle finally went home, I wanted to rip off Tina's bikini top and shorts and fuck the hell out of her right there at poolside. We'd never had sex outdoors before, but lately we'd been talking about finding ways to spice things up sexually. Tina must have been reading my mind, because she said "not in the daylight, stud" before she walked into the house to shower. An hour later (she takes long showers), she was dressed and ready to go to Jim and Michelle's for dinner. It had taken me about three minutes to throw on a nice polo shirt and a pair of khaki shorts - and with the time I knew I'd have to kill, and given how horny I still was, I'd been sorely tempted to jerk off once or twice. She looked real good, which didn't help my situation: a half-shirt that stopped a few inches above her belly button, and which flattered her lovely breasts, and what she called her "flouncy skirt," a skirt that I always thought looked like a tennis skirt. We walked down the block to our neighbors' home, and found them already out on the patio. Michelle was pretty easy on the eyes herself: she was wearing a black "wife-beater" t-shirt, which was snug enough to show that she wasn't wearing a bra, and a skirt no longer than Tina's. Jim and I exchanged glances, and clearly we were both thinking the same things: we were a couple of lucky bastards. By the time we'd finished our steaks and salad, and a couple of beers apiece, it was getting dark and a little cool, so we made our way downstairs to their entertainment room. Jim had downloaded a movie that had just hit the theatres last week, which we'd heard was pretty steamy. Oh yeah, I thought. I really should have jerked off when I had the chance. There were two couches in the room, side by side with a small table in between. While Jim set up the movie, Tina made a last-minute visit to the bathroom while Michelle made a huge bowl of popcorn and set it down on the table. When Tina got back, she joined me on one of the couches - I was on the "popcorn side" of the couch at it happens - and Jim used his bigass remote control to dim the room's lights and start the movie going. It was everything we'd heard: it was nominally a whodunit, but it opened with a beautiful woman sneaking into our hero's bedroom at night, stripping down, and sucking his cock. Tina snuggled close to me as we watched, and I put an arm around her. Feeling like a teenager sitting in the back row of the local multiplex, I let my fingers wander down for just a moment and brush across her left breast. Yeah, we'd been married for three years, but it still felt naughty to "cop a feel" - especially with our friends not ten feet away. Tina looked over at me and smiled as I realized she'd obviously removed her bra when she was in the bathroom. We'd hit a boring part of the movie. The reviews had been right: the storyline was nothing special, but the frequent sex scenes made it worthwhile. Then our hero visited the murder victim's sister, who'd just come in from the rain, her sundress soaked and clinging to her skin. Her breasts were gorgeous but do you know what? Tina's were better. I glanced over to make sure Jim and Michelle had their eyes on the screen, and then I gave Tina's left breast a quick caress. And a quick pinch to her hardening nipple. Tina lifted her legs off the floor and stretched out on the couch, resting her head on my lap. Her squirming about, trying to find a comfortable position on my lap, certainly didn't do much to relax my cock. Neither did the fact that on the screen, our hero had the sister's dress lifted above her waist and was fucking her from behind. And ten feet away, Jim and Michelle were kissing pretty passionately. Tina settled her head into my lap, the hero went back to investigating (boring!), Jim and Michelle came up for air, and all was peaceful again. My cock even stopped trying to burst out of my shorts. My left hand was resting on Tina's belly, the bare skin between where her shirt ended and her skirt began. I looked over at her skirt, hiked up a bit and just covering her panties. At least I assumed so. Making sure our hosts were otherwise distracted - Michelle seemed to be whispering something in Jim's ear - I lifted Tina's skirt until her panties came into view. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "Just checking you hadn't lost them as well," I whispered. "Would you like me to?" she whispered back with a smile. I had to admit it was tempting. I smiled back, and smoothed her skirt back down over her panties. She put her hand over the zipper of my shorts "Maybe I should check whether you're wearing underwear," she whispered. "You do, and things are going to get really messy really fast." She giggled softly, gave my crotch a pat, and then settled in to watch the movie. I put my hand back on her tummy, and she lifted the bottom of her shirt about an inch higher, to just about the underside of her breasts. I got the hint, and moved my hand up to the bottom of the shirt. On the screen, the sister and the murderer - at least I assumed she was going to be revealed to be the murderer - were having an all-out brawl, with clothing ripped at every turn. If I was following the plot correctly, the two of them were also ex-lovers. Slowly, the anger was turning into lust, and the fighting into foreplay. Tina grabbed my hand and pulled it under her shirt. "Tina! Jim and Michelle are right there." "Look at them," she said. Michelle was on her back on the couch, her shirt on the floor, Jim kissing her nipples. "Wow," I said, lifting Tina's shirt over her breasts. "That's the spirit," she said. She grabbed the zipper of my shorts again. "I never did check on your underwear." "Go ahead," I said. Jim and Michelle were looking over at us now. Tina saw them, and responded by pulling her shirt over her head and off. Then she unzipped my shorts, unsnapped the snap, and reached into the slit in my boxers to pull out my cock. As if not to be outdone, Michelle pulled off her panties. I realized, and I'm sure Jim did too, that the girls were in control here. Tina pushed me down on the couch, straddled me, pulled the crotch of her panties to one side, and lowered herself onto my cock. The last thing I ever expected, I thought as I felt the warm wetness of her pussy surrounding my cock, was that we'd be fucking in front of our best friends. Tina shuddered. She was already having her first orgasm. When I looked over, I saw Michelle standing in front of the couch, her hands braced on the back of the couch, offering up her pussy to Jim. He dropped his pants and briefs in a single motion, lifted up her skirt, and quickly took her from behind. I couldn't stop looking at both Tina's breasts swaying above me, and Michelle's cute, tiny tits and her facial expression as she was being fucked hard by her husband. Tina came again. "Cum inside me," she said loudly. "Don't you want to wait?" "No, don't hold back. Cum right now." No problem: I'd been holding back all day. I came in three or four massive spurts. During the final one, Tina screamed as she experienced the most intense orgasm I'd ever seen her have. Moments later we heard a similar scream from Michelle, and we saw Jim's knees begin to buckle a little and his cum drip out of Michelle's pussy. We all took a moment to catch our breath, while Jim picked up his briefs from the floor and put them on. Then we all collapsed onto our respective couches. The women were still topless and even in the dim light, they had that sexy just-been-fucked look about them. Nobody spoke for a minute, until Tina said "Michelle?" "Yeah," Michelle said. "Okay, you win." Staycation Ch. 02 Previously... Bob and Tina, and their good friends Jim and Michelle, were just too damn broke to go away anywhere this summer, so they all decided to stay close to home and hang out. It wasn't all bad especially since, in separate incidents while at Bob and Tina's pool, Tina and Michelle each had a wardrobe malfunction right in front of the other's husband. Tina's a curvy woman, with fairly large breasts that have barely begun to sag. Michelle, her old college roommate, was built very differently: petite, with tiny breasts, but big, hard nipples. While they were all watching a steamy movie in Jim and Michelle's basement, cuddling turned to touching, touching turned to groping, and before long the couples were making love in plain sight of one another. No, not making love. They were fucking -- good and hard and noisily. When it was all over, Tina said to Michelle, "I won." * "I won," Tina said "What do you mean you won?" I asked. "I won, Bob, because I made you cum before Jim did." "You had this all planned?" Jim asked. "Well," Michelle said, with a grin, "you guys said we should think about interesting things we could do around the house. Didn't this count as interesting?" Remember, as we were having this conversation, the girls were still standing in front of us topless. "Um..." I said. Something about four beautiful breasts was interfering with my power of speech. "We started working up the nerve for this yesterday," Tina said. "You guys see anything interesting yesterday?' Jim and I looked at one another sheepishly, and the girls both giggled. "We'd better go clean up," Tina said, and they both scooped up their clothing and headed for the bathroom. "So..." Jim said. "So," I repeated. "Would it be out of line if I said Tina has great boobs?" "Not at all. If it's okay for me to say I like Michelle's too." "Are we both okay with this?" "I guess so," I said. "But Jim?" "Yeah?" "Put your fucking pants back on already. I don't want to look at that thing all night, okay?" # When the girls came back into the room they were fully dressed, of course, but clearly Tina had left her bra behind again. "We still never finished the movie," Michelle said to Jim. "Put it back to where we stopped watching, the fight scene." Jim rewound to the start of the fight."I warn you, though... I don't know about Bob, but I don't think my little man will be ready for an encore any time soon." "That's what we were counting on," Michelle said, and dropped down on the couch next to me and Tina sat next to Jim. "What's going on?" I asked. "Shh," Michelle said. "We're just watching a movie." On the big television screen, the two women were tearing at one another's clothing again. Michelle was leaning against me, and I was sitting awkwardly with my right hand leaning against the table next to the popcorn bowl, and my right hand on my lap. "We'll both be a lot comfortable if you put your arm around me," Michelle said. "It's okay, I trust you." I looked over and saw that Jim had his right arm draped tentatively around my wife's shoulder, so I put my arm around Michelle. She smiled, and snuggled into me. It felt strange, having my arm wrapped around a much smaller woman, and the fact that the women on the screen had their faces in one another's pussies wasn't helping matters. Think clean thoughts, I told myself, and then realized I could look right down the top of Michelle's shirt and see both of her hard nipples. She noticed me looking. Busted, I thought. Instead of taking offense, she leaned her head close to my ear and whispered "Do you like my little titties?" "I do," I whispered back. "If you accidentally brushed your hand against them, I wouldn't mind." Catching a peek was one thing, but was this a line I wanted to cross? Well sure, I wanted to, desperately, but would I regret it? I glanced over at Jim and Tina. They were sitting close together his arm around her shoulder, but there was no funny business going on. "I'd love to," I whispered, looking down her shirt again as I pressed my mouth almost to her ear, "but I'd better not." She turned her head quickly, and brushed her lips against mine. "Hey," Tina shouted, almost immediately, "how come she gets kissed and I don't?" "What?" I stammered. "I wasn't. We weren't." Ignoring me, Tina leaned forward and kissed a surprised Jim. After a moment, he put both arms around and and pulled her closer, giving her far more than a neighborly kiss. I took Michelle in my arms and kissed her at least as good as my wife was getting. I felt her tongue moving into my mouth, and ran my own tongue across it. I moved my right hand in between our bodies and rubbed her hard left nipple. Even with our lips locked together, I felt her moan. On the other couch, Jim was doing me one better, slipping his hand under Tina's short shirt, reaching for one of her breasts. I pulled away from Michelle, grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt, and pulled it over her head. Then I put my mouth on one of her nipples and sucked on it. She gave a little shriek, the same sound she'd made when Jim was fucking her not long ago, and I realized I'd made our friend and neighbor cum. Had I gone too far? Had I screwed up our friendship, my marriage, or both? Apparently not. On the other couch Tina was naked from the waist up, sitting on Jim's lap, and kissing and dry-humping him. I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm herself. Michelle growled softly at the sight of them, lifted up her short skirt, and climbed onto my lap, grinding her pussy into my hard cock. If I hadn't fucked Tina less than ten minutes earlier, I'd have cum in my pants within seconds. As it was, my lightweight shorts were no match for my erection, and I could feel the folds of Michelle's pussy through her panties. Jim was leaning backwards now, kneading Tina's large breasts while she bounced up and down on his cock as if she were fucking him. I realized that for all I knew, Jim's cock could have been out of his shorts, hidden by Tina's skirt, and maybe he was fucking her -- and I realized I didn't really care. I actually hoped he was, so I could sink my hard cock deep into Michelle's pussy. Tina came loudly, and Michelle reacted by grinding her pussy even harder into my lap, cumming again. Our wives climbed off our laps and laid down on the couches next to us, flushed, happy and content (and I noticed that Jim's pants were, in fact, still intact). Nobody said anything for a few minutes, until finally Tina said, "Bob won again." "He certainly did," Michelle said. "What," I said, "we had another competition going on that Jim and I didn't know about?" "You made me cum before Jim made Tina cum," Michelle said. "Not that I had any complaints," Tina told Jim. "And now you get your prize," Michelle said. "A kiss." "A kiss?" I asked, more than a little confused. "A very special kiss," Michelle said. "Stand up." I stood up, and Michelle grabbed the waistband of my shorts and yanked down my shirts and my underwear in one pull. My cock was pointing straight out, not surprisingly, and she brought her lips to the head of my cock and gave it a light kiss. "A kiss," she repeated. "Nice," I said. "Maybe one more," she said, taking the head of my cock in her mouth and giving it a gentle suck as she kissed it again. "Oh god," I said, my knees feeling weak. "Please. Please don't stop." She let my hard cock drop out of her mouth. "Sorry, that's not on the game plan today." She backed away, and Tina quickly took her place in front of me, sliding my cock deep into her mouth and sucking it hard. Michelle moved over to her husband, took down his pants and underwear, and began sucking his cock enthusiastically. Jim and I seemed to have the same thought at the same time: we eased ourselves and our wives to the carpeted floor, pulled off their panties, and buried our mouths in their pussies. As I tasted Tina's juices -- and she was plenty wet -- I couldn't help wondering what Michelle tasted like, and I think that thought made my cock even harder than it already was. I began fucking Tina's mouth, which usually makes her gag, but tonight it seemed as if nothing could stop her sucking. I brought her to orgasm twice, and it sounded as if Michelle came twice as well, and finally I shot a load down Tina's throat that probably surprised both of us, considering how hard I'd come not so long before. I rolled over on my back, exhausted, thinking that at that point, nothing on earth could have brought my cock back to life. But it did stir a bit when I suddenly realized what Michelle had said when I was hoping she'd keep sucking it: "That's not on the game plan today." Staycation Ch. 03 I woke up the next morning fully erect, with my wife Tina hovering over me, my cock in her mouth. Before I opened my eyes, I imagined it was Michelle sucking me off instead. Does that make me a bad person? I'd only had my cock in Michelle's mouth for a few seconds the night before, and it was over before I really knew what was happening. Before that, our half-naked neighbor had been grinding her pussy against my lap until she came twice and I almost came in my pants. Also something that had taken me by surprise. Tina and Michelle had been full of surprises last night, and we'd all gone from being close friends to as close as you can get to sex without actual penetration. Not that I'm complaining -- even though I'd never expected I'd be be okay with Jim kissing Tina, groping her bare breasts, and making her cum. Thinking about all this, especially Michelle's big, hard, aroused nipples, made me even harder, and I quickly came in Tina's mouth. "That was nice," I said softly. "Well," she said, "we're swimming with Jim and Michelle after breakfast, and you wouldn't have fit in your suit if I didn't do something about that boner of yours." Staycation Ch. 04a BOB It was shaping up to be a fairly mundane afternoon, especially given this morning's excitement: Our neighbors, Jim and Michelle had come over for a swim, and Michelle had left her bikini top at home. Considering I'd seen her naked last night, and I'd dry-humped her to orgasm while playing with and sucking on her tiny breasts , I could understand why she felt modesty was unnecessary. My wife Tina decided to go topless as well, and then in very short order I went from rubbing sunscreen onto Michelle's body, to sneaking my hand under her bikini bottoms, to pushing her bottoms to one side and finger-fucking her, to pulling down my bathing suit and slipping the head of my cock into her pussy, hesitating just long enough to give her a chance to stop me if she wanted to. Unfortunately she did, but as soon as Jim and Michelle left, Tina stripped naked and let me fuck her on the grass next to the pool, so I have no complaints about the morning. This afternoon, though, it was back to reality: I was helping Tina with her front-yard garden -- pushing wheelbarrows of dirt, digging out large rocks, that sort of thing. She's proud of her garden, and of the fact that neighbors (and the occasional stranger) passing by often stop to take a closer look. I don't think she realizes that some of them might be stopping to look because she usually gardens wearing short cotton shorts and a cut-off top. At three o'clock, she said she didn't need my muscles anymore, and she knew there was a ballgame I wanted to watch, so I should go inside. I switched on the television and saw that there was a rain delay -- it was warm and sunny where we lived, but in Chicago not so much -- so I decided to take a shower to wash some of the front yard off of myself. The shower was going at full blast when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Mind if I come in?" "Of course," I shouted back. I heard the door open and close, but I couldn't see her come in because we have a heavy, opaque shower curtain. I didn't think anything of it, and continued soaping myself up, paying a bit more attention than usual to my cock, which had had its fair share of stimulation over the past twenty-four hours or so. Then I heard "Mind if I join you?" and the curtain opened up, and Michelle stepped in, completely naked. Michelle, completely naked. I instinctively tried to cover my cock -- which was now completely erect -- then I remembered that only a few hours ago I'd been massaging Michelle's naked body and then I'd briefly had my cock in her pussy. The memory reduced my modesty, but -- not surprisingly -- added to my erection. "What are you doing here?" I asked her. "Tina sent me inside to find you." "Tina sent... oh, she thought I was watching the ballgame." "Well, you weren't. And I heard the shower going, so I came up here, got undressed, and now you're up to date." "But... what are you doing here?" "Listen, if we're going to have a long discussion, do you mind lathering me up in the meantime?" She handed me the soap, and I began (as you might have guessed) on her breasts. "I came over because I felt badly about before." "You had nothing to feel badly about." "I disagree. I encouraged you to put your finger in me, I thrust my pussy at you, and then I got cold feet when you want to, you know..." "Fuck," I said, motioning for her to turn around. I started soaping her back as if this were the most normal thing in the world. "So here I am," she said. "I don't think Tina's going to be happy about this." "Tina doesn't have to know. I came over here wearing a bikini -- top and bottom -- and a pair of shorts. When we're done, I'll go right out the back door and jump in your pool. Wash away all the evidence that I took and shower and got... fucked." I was washing her tight little ass now. "I know you want to," she said, bending forward, exposing her pussy to me. "That was obvious this morning and, it's just as obvious now." I didn't just want to fuck her; I needed to fuck her. Last night she'd taken my cock in her mouth, given me one quick suck, and let it go. The morning I'd had my cock in her pussy for a couple of seconds before she ran off. I ran my hands over her hard, soapy nipples one more time, then grabbed her hips and eased my cock into her pussy. A knock on the bathroom door. "Bob?" Tina said. Definitely Tina this time. "I need a Band-Aid. Okay if I come in?" I heard the door open, then close again. I froze in place. Oh shit! Staycation Ch. 04b JIM Tina called me a little after 4. "Jim, do you want to come over here for a while? Michele's already here. We'll all be at the pool." "Sure thing," I said. "Give me five minutes." "Okay, and Jim? Wear a bathing suit... that I'll find interesting." Odd request, I thought -- but then the last couple of days have been odd. I did have a bathing suit that fit the bill: Last year, Michelle bought me a Speedo that left very little to the imagination. I told her I couldn't imagine ever wearing it in public. Maybe, I joked at the time, the next time we went someplace with topless beaches. Joke was on me, of course, since this morning's adventure certainly qualifies as "topless beach." Well, good thing I try to stay in shape. I changed, then walked over to Jim and Tina's, to find only Tina sitting on a lounger. I removed my shirt and shorts, a little embarrassed to let her see me in my Speedos. which was odd, because she'd already seen me naked a couple of times. "Bra-vo!" she said, clapping her hands. "Nice and tight. I like it." "Speaking of tight, Tina..." She was wearing a bikini top that looked several sizes too small, tied loosely around barely-covered breasts, and stretchy shorts that looked painted on. I could clearly see her pussy lips. "Wait a minute... aren't those Michelle's clothes?" "Funny story about that," she said, gesturing for me to sit down next to her. She reached over and gave my cock a quick squeeze. "Tina!" "Oh come on," she said, stoking it. "This morning, this thing was almost poking through my bathing suit. Not to mention what was going on between Bob and Michelle." "If you keep doing that," I told her, "I'm going to cum." She pulled her hand away. "Well, we can't have that, can we? You know, that bathing suit of your seemed like a good idea at the time, but it looks very uncomfortable. Tell you what: I'll trade you that for Michelle's clothing." It sounded like a win-win, so I stripped off the bathing suit while Tina lifted the bikini top off her chest and shimmied out of the shorts. This was the first time I had Tina standing in front of me in all her naked glory, and for a moment I just stared. "So what's the story?" I finally asked. "Where are Bob and Michelle?" "In the shower, the last I saw them. Well, I didn't see them, I'm sure at the time Bob thought I thought he was alone -- but your wife left her clothing on the bathroom floor, so I kind of figured it out. Of course by now they know I know, since I took her clothing. So," she said, reaching over and touching my naked cock for the first time, "I'm pretty sure if Michelle hadn't chickened out this morning, I'd have felt this thing deep inside my pussy." "Then we have some unfinished business," I said, pulling her down on top of me. I pressed my mouth against hers, and we found the same rhythm of kissing as we'd had the night before -- only this time, completely naked, and definitely pre-coital. As I felt my cock rub against her trimmed public hair, I suddenly realized this all flt too good. "Hold on a second," I said, separating my mouth from hers. "You are not backing out now," she said. "If I have to tie you down, I am getting fucked." "No, no," I said, "not that. It's just... I feel like I'm going to come in about two seconds." "Oh, if that's all," she said, and pulled me down to the grass. She took all of my cock into her mouth, and began massaging it with her tongue. At the same time she thrust her pussy into my face, and I tasted another woman's juices for the first time in years. When I started to suck on her clit, she began pumping it against my mouth as if she were fucking me with it. At the same time, she sucked on my cock while sliding it in and out of her mouth. She came in about a minute -- I'd love to think it was my masterful cunnalingual technique, but I suspect she was merely hot as hell -- and when she began to shake with her orgasm, I came too. She kept sucking as my cock softened and when she finally moved her head away, she smiled at me and I saw a dab of cum still on her outer lip. "You still owe me that fuck," she said. "Just give me a minute or two," I said. "I'm still plenty horny: I just need time for my blood flow to get the message." She took my cock in her hand, drew her mouth close to it again, and said to it "Get hard... get hard..." Oh yeah, this would not take me long at all. I decided that sucking on Tina's breasts was as good a way as any of keeping busy while we were waiting, and I'd finished enjoying the right one and was preparing to taste the left one when we heard the back door open. Bob came out, wearing a bathing suit. Michelle had a bath towel wrapped around her. "Michelle," Tina said in mock-surprise. "What happened to your clothing?" Michelle blushed (even though she was covered and Tina and I were lying in the grass completely naked). "Bob," Tina said, "since you went ahead without us, I think you owe us an explanation." "I'm sorry," he said. "It was my --" "No no, I mean a detained explanation. Let's start with, when I walked in on you, was your cock actually in Michelle's pussy?" "Yes it was," Bob said. He knew he wasn't in trouble now, and he was starting to enjoy this. "You weren't actually fucking her while I was in there, were you?" Tina took my cock in her hand as she spoke, and was gently stroking it. "He was in my pussy," Michelle said, "but we were both staying completely still so we wouldn't make any noise." "That's not exactly true," Bob said. "I wasn't moving, but you kept contracting your pussy muscles. I thought you were going to make me cum." Michelle grinned. I knew very well how good she was at that, and it would be just like her to risk getting caught by milking somebody's cock. Michelle dropped her towel and stretched out, naked on the lounger. She may have been a bit hesitant a few minutes ago, but I could see she was getting aroused. How hot would it be, I thought, if she started touching herself? I'd only seen her do that a few times during our marriage, when she was too horny to care about inhibitions. Would she actually do it in front of Bob and Tina? Move her hand down to her pussy, coat her fingers with her own pussy juices, and then massage them into her clit? Tina seemed surprised at how quickly my cock had grown hard in her hand. "And after I left, Bob?" she asked. "She put her hands against the shower wall to support herself, and I fucked her hard. It was nice, but we couldn't get in to a really good position. So I told her since you said you were going back outside, we should get out of the shower, grab our clothes, and run into the bedroom to finish." "You fucked her in our bed?" Tina asked. The thought made her hot, not angry. I reached over to her pussy, slipped a finger inside, and felt her hot wetness. "I laid her on her back, lifted her legs straight up, and fucked her good and hard." There was a voice deep inside my brain that told me I should be upset hearing another man talking about my wife this way, but the rules had changed. I rolled Tina over on her back, and lifted her legs straight up the same way Bob had lifted Michelle's. Her beautiful pussy was staring right at me, and I sunk my cock deep into it. She groaned, which made me even hornier. Then I fucked her the way I'd been fantasizing for the past few days. When I looked up, I could see Michelle taking Bob's cock deep into her mouth. I bet he'd been fantasizing about that at least since last night. Even with Bob's cock in her mouth, I could hear Michelle moaning. I couldn't see her hands, but I suspected one of them was rubbing and probing her own pussy. That thought was all it took to put me over the edge, and I started pumping my cum deep into Tina. Her body shook, and I knew that feeling another man's cum inside of her was making her cum as well. I heard more moaning, as either Jim or Michelle or both of them had joined us. I eased my cock out of Tina, and lay back on the grass, enjoying the sun on my bare skin. Wow, I thought, still unable to believe all we'd done over the past couple of days. And to think, we still all have another week of vacation left.