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Summer Storm Ch. 01

By: Gary_Alexander



When you're hiking through open fields and the temperature's approaching the mid-90s, you might think that a few minutes of heavy rain will cool off both the afternoon heat and your sweating body. Of course, you'd be wrong.

Well sure, the rain is refreshing at first -- but as we quickly realized, maybe one third of the way back to our bed-and-breakfast from town, a summer rain ending in less than five minutes leaves the air just as warm and steamy besides, and leaves your clothing damp clammy and heavy against your body.

Kathy, Linda and I, all junior executives in our late twenties, work together back in the city. Through us, our husbands -- Carl, Larry and Terry respectively -- soon became friendly as well. This was the first time we'd all managed to ditch their kids with various relatives and get away for a week's holiday together.

The guys were pretending not to notice that the outlines of Kathy and Linda's bras were showing now through their t-shirts and at first I was thankful I'd worn a fairly thick t-shirt, since I wasn't wearing a bra (I have tiny titties, but big, hard nipples that would have given the guys quite show) -- but as we continued to walk, the thick, wet shirt weighing down on me, I began to think differently.

We hadn't gone far before the men stripped off their wet shirts. My man, Terry, definitely had the best body of all the men (we both work out regularly), but Carl wasn't tough to look at either. Larry, well, the flab can really sneak up on you in your mid-thirties, and shirtless probably wasn't the best look for him -- but Linda had confided in me and Kathy (okay, bragged) that he had a dick so large, it scared her the first time she saw it.

"How much further until we get back to the B&B?" Kathy asked.

"I don't know," Larry said. "Mile and a half?"

"Whose fucking idea was it to walk instead of waiting for the bus?" she asked.

Um... yeah, that would have been my "fucking idea." Fortunately, nobody seemed to remember.

After another five minutes or so, Linda stopped walking and said "Listen, guys, would anybody be offended if I took off this shirt? You've all seen me wearing tops that covered less than my bra, right?"

We all sort of looked at one another. We were good friends, but we'd always been fairly proper around one another. No harmless flirting, sexual banter, anything like that. "Larry," she asked her husband,

"would it bother you if I walked the first of the way with my bra showing?"

"I guess it's fine," he said, and Linda's shirt was over her head and off before he finished his sentence. Linda was wearing a plain, functional off-white bra, and nobody gave it more than a glance as we

all continued to walk. You could see how much more comfortable Linda was, the wet shirt off and enjoying the sun on her damp back.

A couple of minutes later, without a word, Kathy pulled off her own shirt.

Nobody could pretend not to notice, especially not Terry and Larry. She usually dressed to hide it for some reason, but Kathy had the most magnificent breasts I've ever seen. I say this as a 100% heterosexual woman: amazing breasts. I'd guess a 38D,still firm, perfectly shaped. The bra covered them completely, but couldn't hide them.

Quick, furtive glances and the guys' crotches told me that none of them, not even Kathy's husband, were unaffected (and I could tell that Linda was probably not exaggerating about Larry's endowment). "Guys, come on," Kathy finally said, "you're making me self-conscious."

"Sorry," Terry and Larry both mumbled.

I wondered whether I was the only one who realized that a line had been crossed: sexual tension had become part of our group dynamic.

And Linda didn't look happy: well, who could blame her? She'd taken off her shirt, and been treated like one of the guys. Which is what she'd wanted, but that didn't mean she wasn't bothered by the fact

that when Kathy took off her shirt, everybody stared and the guys all got woodies.

"Your turn," Linda said to me.

"What?"

"Your shirt. If we're going to to show off our bras, you should too."

I really didn't like the tone of her voice. I like Linda, but she can get pissy when she's upset. I got the sense that she wanted me to take off my shirt just to show that I was smaller than she was, and I

wasn't here to make her feel better about Kathy's boobs making her feel inadequate.

I rolled up my t-shirt to just under by breasts, then stopped. "I'd love to show off my bra; but we'd have to go back to the city, because I left them all at home. There's nothing under here but me."

Getting the wet t-shirt away from my belly and lower back and exposing them to the sun felt pretty good, I thought as we began walking again. It was only a few seconds, though, until we heard Linda say "Okay, then," and when I turned around she was holding her bra in her hand.

"Um, Linda," Larry said, walking toward her.

"I'm okay," she said, waving him off. Then she looked at me, as if challenging me.

I leaned into Terry's chest, unsure of how I should respond. "Just ignore her," he whispered. "It's just Linda being Linda. When she gets off of her snit, she'll probably apologize to everybody."

"Hey," I said, "you mind looking at me while you're talking to me, instead of staring at her tits."

"Busted," he said with a smile.

"What if I wanted to do it?" I asked. "It would certainly be more comfortable, and we're all friends here. Would you get upset?"

"Go ahead if you want. You're right, these are our friends. If it doesn't bother you letting them see you, I'm okay with it."

"You're just hoping if I take off my shirt, Kathy will go topless too and you'll get to see her in all her glory."

He laughed. "So? That's a win-win, isn't it?"

I took off my t-shirt before I had a chance to chicken out, and handed it to Terry. "Okay," I said, "let's get walking."

Kathy unsnapped her bra and tossed it to Carl. "Okay, let's," she said.

For all our bravado, Kathy, Linda and I weren't all that comfortable walking half-naked with the men, so eventually we ended up (not intentionally, but really not by accident either) walking three abreast (so to speak) in front of the men, as they walked behind us.

The sun really did feel nice on my chest and back. Damn men for being able to do this any time they want.

After we were walking for a few minutes, Linda said to me "Hey, listen..." As Terry had predicted. "About before..."

I patted her back. "It's okay. And it all worked out for the best, right?"

I suddenly realized this was probably the first time I'd ever touched a woman's naked back. For that matter, I could count on the fingers of one hand the men who've seen me topless, and two of them had made it to the list this afternoon. A strange afternoon it was, and one we knew would never be repeated.

As soon as we caught sight of the B&B in the distance, Kathy, Linda and I put our respective shirts and bras back on. The men could remain naked to the waist, of course. Damn them.

2

For the remainder of the day, we were all a bit awkward around one another, and we certainly made no mention of our mid-day hike. By unspoken agreement, we stayed inside: the men were pretty much okay, but the girls had gotten an hour's worth of sun in spots that had never seen direct sunlight before, and we didn't want to spend the rest of the week with sunburns in embarrassing places.

This isn't to say the topic didn't come up within our respective rooms: the first thing Terry and I did when we got back was hit the shower, to wash away an afternoon's worth of sweat and to cool down

our skin to help stave off sunburn. We got into the shower together -- we'd both been working very hard for the past month or so, putting our sex lives mostly on hold, and we weren't planning to miss an

opportunity to make up for lost time this week -- and while Terry was standing behind me, reaching around me to soap up my breasts, I asked him "How did you like seeing me with my tiny tits exposed before?"

"Sexy as hell," he said, pinching my hard nipples. "You liked knowing that Carl and Larry were looking at these sexy nips?"

"I'm sure they never noticed them, with Linda and Kathy around. Especially Kathy."

He turned me around and kissed each one. "Oh, they noticed. You don't even know how sexy these things are, do you?"

I picked his head up and kissed him, sucking his tongue into my mouth and rubbing my crotch against his cock. I broke the kiss and still rubbing against him, said "I'm sure you noticed Kathy's chest, though."

"Oh, yeah," he admitted with a big grin."

"And now you're thinking about it, aren't you? Thinking about those big, perfect breasts?"

"Mmmm," he said.

Terry was so hard that I couldn't even rub against him anymore.

We'd engaged in foreplay in the shower countless times, made one another cum with our hands, given one another oral sex, but we'd never been able to find the right position to have sex in the shower.

Feeling his cock as hard as I'd ever felt it, I knew this was our time.

I turned away from him and bent over as far as I could, bracing my hands against the shower wall. I didn't have to tell him what I wanted.

He grabbed my waist with both hands, bent his knees, and slowly, a bit awkwardly, pushed his cock in to my very wet pussy. He fucked me slowly at first, the angle of penetration different from anything I'd

felt before, and then began stroking harder and faster as the shower water pelted our heads. "Cum as quickly as you can," I said. I loved this, but we were both too old to be trying this first the first time

and I was afraid he'd hurt his knees.

"Not a problem," he said, pounding my pussy, even harder.

I wondered whether part of his enthusiasm was because he was thinking of Kathy's bare breasts in the summer sun, or even Linda's. I didn't care what he was thinking about as long as kept fucking me like this.

Then I imagined it was Larry's long, fat cock pushing deep inside of me, and I came with a short scream. That was all it took to put Terry over the edge, and with a groan he came  hard, spurting twice into me before he had to straighten his knees and slip out of me.

We rinsed off, then walked naked and dripping into the bedroom where we collapsed contentedly onto the bed.

We were asleep for no more than fifteen minutes before we were awakened by a scream coming through the wall just past the headboard of our bed, Carl and Kathy's room. A scream very similar to the one Terry had heard come out of me in the shower.

We were going to know a lot more about our friends by the time this week was through.

3

We spent the rest of the afternoon in the B&B's living room, playing board games. I can't remember the last time I'd even seen a Monopoly board, but it was fun. And then Trivial Pursuit, a game of more recent vintage but also one we hadn't played in years. As I said, we all made a point of saying nothing about our topless walk. At one point it looked as if Linda's shoulder was bothering her, probably a little

sunburned, but she stopped herself before saying anything about it.

It was still warm and muggy by dinner time, so we decided to have a casual meal and go to a nice, air conditioned movie theatre. The B&B owner recommended a casual dress Italian restaurant, so we set off wearing the same clothing we'd changed into when we'd gotten back to our rooms earlier, t-shirts and shorts. The meal was good and we enjoyed a lively conversation, but we all felt a little self-conscious avoiding any mention of the afternoon. I was getting worried that the men seeing the women half naked, and the sexual undercurrents, were going to spoil the easy relationship we had with one another.

I still had this on my mind when we got to the theatre. We ended up seeing that new comedy about the Greek god who gets stranded on Earth, and when we got to our seats, we noticed the air conditioning was set way too high, as so often happens. The guys all put their arms around their wives to keep us warm, which was nice. Good thing the theatre was dark, though, because the cold air was making my nipples poke through my t-shirt rather conspicuously.

I couldn't help thinking about the last time this happened: Terry and I had gone to the movies by ourselves, and we were sitting near the back, several rows behind anybody else. He had his arm around me just the way he did now, and every so often he'd "innocently" brush his hand across one of my breasts through the sundress I was wearing. Braless, of course, so he quickly noticed my nipples were making small bumps through the cotton. He took a quick look around to make sure nobody was watching, and rubbed one of the nipples. Hard.

I gasped.

He rubbed it for a few seconds more, and I could feel it growing even harder under his hand. Then, abandoning all pretense that he was merely holding me, he reached over and with his other hand, massaged my other swollen nipple.

"Oh God," I whispered. "You have to stop. You're going to make me cum."

He pinched both nipples at once. He knows I love that. "You'll have to do it quietly, then."

"No, please."

"Please what?" he asked. "Please stop, or please make you cum?"

"Please... Damn you, I need to cum now. Please."

He could have stripped me naked and fucked me right then and there, and I wouldn't have stopped him. Instead he lifted the bottom of my dress, slipped his hand into my panties, and gave my pussy a single

hard stroke, spreading my juices onto my clit. I clinched my teeth to keep from screaming out loud, and I came so hard, I slid off my seat. Literally. Terry grabbed my before I hit the floor; but of course

since he already had a hand under my dress, this pulled my dress up over my waist. Fortunately I got myself properly rearranged before the usher came by the see what the commotion was all about.

Sitting here now among our friends, my nipples already hard, remembering this did nothing to ease my sexual excitement. If this kept up, I was going to have to run out to the ladies room and "take matters into my own hands."

At least Terry was behaving himself: no "accidental" touches. We weren't alone, of course -- but after this afternoon, I had a feeling the rules could change at any moment.

Half an hour through the movie, three nymphs were dancing in a field when they noticed and recognized the god coming out of the forest. They threw off their robes and went running across the field toward him, naked except for some kind of very brief loin-skin panties (which really made no sense at all, but I guess the producers wanted to keep their R rating). After we'd spent the past six or seven hours avoiding all discussion about being topless in an open field, I found the sight of the three topless nymphs to be hysterically funny. I laughed so hard, the people in the rows in front of us turned around to look at me. Then Terry and our friends got it too, and they started laughing as well.

One of the nymphs had very large breasts -- especially for a nymph -- and Linda said (a bit too loudly) "Kathy, that one is you," which got us all laughing even louder.

4

We somehow managed not to get thrown out of the theatre, and when the movie was over, we walked down the street to an old fashioned ice cream parlor. Larry ordered a towering three-scoop cone, which made me think about what Linda had said about his oversized cock, but I resisted the urge to smirk. The movie had been pretty bad, and we had a good time mocking various scenes. Terry said he kind of liked the scene where the Greek god and the nymphs engaged in some softcore four-way sex and it could have been my imagination, but I thought he glanced over at Kathy and Linda while he was saying it. Linda corrected him and called the women "nymphos," which we all agreed was more appropriate. Then part of the top scoop of Larry's cone fall off onto his lap. "Damn!" he said as the cold ice cream hit him.

"That could stain," Linda said, looking at the chocolate ice cream on the crotch of his shorts. "Do you want me to rub that for you? No, wait, you might like that too much."

"We might too," I whispered to Kathy, and we both laughed.

"What's the joke?" Terry asked me.

"Nothing," I said, as Linda glared over at us. Larry wouldn't be happy if he knew she'd told us about the size of his cock.

Kathy, who was eating a sundae, deliberately tilted her plastic spoon just enough to let a chuck of ice cream fall onto her t-shirt, just on top of her left breast. "Oh Carl," she said in a flirty voice, "I think I have a stain that needs to be rubbed too."

"Um..." he said, a bit flustered. "I think we'd better wait."

"But... but it's going to stain," Kathy pouted. "Won't somebody help me? Larry? Terry?"

"Don't tempt me," Terry told her.

5

"I bet you really wanted to help Kathy out earlier," I said to Terry when we were in bed that night.

"No shit," he said. "The only question was who would have killed me first: Kathy, Carl or you."

Part of me wondered whether Kathy would have minded at all if Terry had called her bluff. And maybe, I surprised myself by thinking, neither would I.

I had a feeling the thought of rubbing Kathy's breast was part of the reason Terry's cock was hardening so quickly in my hand.

Less than a minute later I was turned around, on all fours, with Terry's cock slowly pumping my pussy from behind. I'd been wet and ready pretty much from the first few minutes of the movie. I bit my lip to keep from groaning, and then we both heard the bed in the next room rhythmically squeaking and then Kathy's voice starting softly and growing louder: "Just like that, oh yeah, that's good, oh my god, oh,

oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, fuck me, oh, fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuck, yes, fuckfuckfuck..."

I knew Terry had a vivid mental image right now of Kathy, naked, her large perfect breasts jiggling as Carl fucked her hard, thrusting his cock into her wet pussy... okay, I was thinking about it too... and I

felt Terry grow even harder inside me, fucking me as I hadn't been fucked in a long time, and when I came I screamed and I didn't care who heard me.

6

At breakfast the following morning, we all pretended we hadn't heard one another.

7

After lunch, we decided to go to the lake, which is a part of the B&B and about 100 yards from the main building. Linda and Kathy said they'd catch up with us, so I waked over to the lake with the three

guys.

I actually felt a bit awkward being alone among the men. I was wearing a bikini now, nothing even remotely daring, but I was very aware that Larry and Carl had seen me topless yesterday.

Terry and I spread out the beach towel we'd be sharing, while Larry and Carl spread the towels they'd be sharing with their wives.

Linda and Kathy showed up about ten minutes later: Linda in her own, equally modest bikini, and Kathy in a bikini as well, though with a t-shirt that came down to about her navel. "When did you get that?" Carl asked. "I don't remember you owning a bikini."

"I borrowed this from Linda," she said. "You're right, I've always worn one-pieces because I needed, you know --" she gestured at her chest "-- the built-in support."

She took off the t-shirt. The bikini top's lack of support wasn't as much of an issue as the fact that it covered barely more than her areolae. Terry and Larry definitely noticed. "Um, honey..." Carl said.

"I know," Kathy said. She slapped her ass, and said,"but the bottoms fit okay, and that's the point. There's nobody else at the B&B today, so we were thinking why can't we sunbathe topless? We were walking around topless yesterday, so it shouldn't be a big deal, right?" Clearly Kathy and Linda had planned to take off their tops no matter what, so they dropped them onto their respective beach towels without waiting for anybody's response.


Summer Storm Ch. 01



Summer scanned the room looking for a familiar face – or at least an attractive one. It was easy for her. At nearly six feet tall, she easily towered over almost everyone in the room. 

Summer was bored. It was Friday night. It was early. Already she began to wonder if she should just go back to her empty apartment and take care of business herself. But no – sometimes it was the hunt that mattered – the lioness stalking her prey. Slim pickings tonight.

There were a couple of attractive guys, but they were with a group of girls. Unless they became separated from the herd, there wasn't much chance of making the kill. None of the women seemed her type. She preferred someone taller when she could find them. But if they could at least come up to her chin, she'd consider it. Too bad, there were some cute girls out there, but she swore it was a little people convention tonight.

She thought again about going home – alone. Her ad for a roommate had gone unanswered for two weeks. The only nibble had been some creeper. 

Summer loved sex, but not like that. She had never been that desperate – yet. For a moment she thought of some nameless and greasy-haired biker in full leather fucking her on the living room floor. She felt a tingle and then the feeling was gone. No, that wasn't going to happen. But it did give her more resolve. She wasn't going home alone this night.

Okay, time to lower your standards, she thought to herself. Maybe not down to the greasy biker, but sometimes a nerdy younger guy would fit the bill nicely. Maybe one of the short girls. The truth is that, like someone trying to decide what to have for dinner; she wasn't really sure what she was in the mood for. She'd know it when she saw it. 

Loud voices near the bar caught her attention. A short girl not more than five foot tall was arguing with a thin but attractive blonde-headed guy, possibly 5'-8" or 5'-9". 

"No I haven't had too much to drink", she was yelling over the music and crowd noise. "In fact, I haven't had nearly enough." With that, she grabbed the newly acquired drink from the bar, and headed off across the room. In the crowd, the now stunned and speechless guy probably lost sight of her in seconds. 

Summer grinned. A straggler left to fend for himself. Maybe he wasn't as tall as she generally liked them, but he would do in a pinch – or at least a poke.

Summer moved across the room swiftly before her prey vanished. She positioned herself behind him. 

"Girlfriend trouble?"

"What, her?" He spun around. His eyes hit her about at the neck before he tilted his head up slightly. "No, that's my little sister. She just

moved here and I wanted to get her out of my apartment." He grinned slightly – a good sign.

Summer was tall and thin, but she was also beautiful. Her height had some disadvantages when it came to dating, but her sparkling eyes often caught envious looks from both guys and girls in the room. The guys were guessing she was too beautiful or too tall for them, while the girl's claws often came out because of the obvious competition. She wondered how different life would be if these guys and girls could read her thoughts. They would never know how this unattainable girl was imagining them with her; together in a lover's embrace. She imagined it as if trying on new clothes. How well would they fit?

This young man in front of her might fit very nicely indeed. "So you are trying to kick her out?"

His eyes sparkled and his grin grew wider as he laughed. "No, I just wanted her to stop moping around my apartment and get out and meet some new people. I got more than I bargained for. It's been a couple of years – I didn't realize her drinking has kicked up a notch."

"So now you have to be the honorable big brother and watch out for her." 

"Exactly."

"Looks to me like she can take care of herself." Summer's eyes wandered over to the table where she had seen the sister go. She was chatting and laughing with two girls and one guy. "I know those girls. They're good people. Not so sure about the guy, but I think he's dating one of those two. So she's doing exactly what you hoped – meeting people."

His eyes followed Summer's. "Yeah, I suppose. Big brother issues. I guess I'm overreacting. I'm John, by the way."

"Summer."

John's eyebrow went up and he grinned again. "Cute name. For a cute girl." He almost stammered the second part – an obvious afterthought. He cleared his throat and took a sip of the drink he was holding. "Can I get you a drink?"

Finally, Summer thought. Free drinks was one of the perks of being a tall, brown-haired beauty. She knew she would be taking down her intended victim tonight – or maybe going down on him if things went well. She grinned at the thought. "That would be great. A skinny bitch would be fine."

John laughed. "I don't know that one – but I'm sure the bartender does." John turned to the bar and was blown away when the bartender was already handing him Summer's drink. 

"You're right", the bartender said with a smirk. "Good luck with the skinny bitch." The bartender glanced at Summer who shot him an ugly look.

Comments like that were why Summer more often preferred the company of women. Then again, she knew a few skinny bitches herself.

The entire exchange was somewhat lost on John who graciously accepted the drink and handed it over to Summer. "So what's in this?"

"Simple. Vodka and diet soda. Vodka doesn't give me a headache", she offered a taste.

"Oh, no thanks. Doesn't sound like it has much flavor. I guess I just prefer beer."

That's when Summer noticed that the drink in his hand was not a beer. "What are you drinking?"

"Water."

"Well, that really doesn't have any flavor!" Summer laughed.

"True. I run a lot. I have a race tomorrow. Sometimes I'll drink the night before, but I didn't feel like it tonight. In fact, I planned to turn in early."

"Your sister may not be too happy about that."

"We drove separately. That's why I was hounding her about drinking too much."

"Well, if she sticks with those two over there, she'll be fine. They won't let her do anything stupid."

John nodded as he took another sip of water and an awkward silence ensued. Crap, say something clever. Summer wasn't thinking clearly – not enough to drink. She didn't want her victim to get away. "So, you are going to bed early? Do you need someone to tuck you in?" Summer reached over and boldly squeezed his ass. John nearly choked on his water.

"Uh, umm", John stammered.

Summer loved doing that to guys – especially the younger ones. Summer was 32, but she looked more like 25. So when she picked up a guy in his mid-20s, it was her height most people noticed – not her age. 

Those extra years had given her a certain boldness when it came to sex. She knew what she wanted and didn't feel like playing games to get it. 

At this point, the tingle was more than just slight. There was something she liked about John. Maybe it was how he was being protective of his sister. Maybe it was that he wasn't drinking. Whatever it was, he seemed like a genuinely nice and mature guy. It might not be his personality she was after, but that would be a bonus.

"I'll take that as a yes." Summer took him by the hand and she led him over to the table where his sister was.

"Girls – and guy – John and I have decided to step out, but he wanted to make sure his sister got home okay." The suddenness of her appearance and comment left them stunned and all four of them simply nodded. But as they walked away, Summer heard a burst of laughter and giggling. A small part of her wondered if they were laughing at her, but the rest of her was more interested in finishing off her prey and cooling the ever growing fire building up inside. She downed the vast majority of her drink in one shot. John was being dragged along like a dog on a leash.

In just moments, they had reached John's car. Summer was a little surprised when John opened the passenger door for her and let her in. That seemed so rare. Who was this guy? He was being such a gentleman that he might just be getting some bonus attention.

John slipped around the other side of the car and behind the wheel. "Buckle up", he said before easing out onto the road.

Summer laughed. This was getting almost ridiculous. "Well, if I buckle up, I might not be able to do this." Summer reached over and grabbed him through his pants. She was pleased to discover that he was already excited. 

John drew in a sharp breath. His voice quavered a little. "Ummm, maybe not the best idea in this traffic – though you are welcome to try and talk me into it. Honestly, I don't live far from the club. It won't take long to get there."

"You're right. It won't take me long to get there at all." Summer fastened her belt and then leaned the seat back slightly. She reached between her legs and pulled up her already short skirt. Then she squirmed out of her panties and threw them on John's lap. She was even more pleased to see that he must not have been fully hard when she grabbed him. By now, she could see that his slacks were tenting up nicely. She wondered if he was going commando – something she liked to do from time to time. She would know soon enough.

Summer reached back down between her legs and touched that magic spot. It was her turn to take in a sharp breath. A tiny "oooh" escaped her lips. She closed her eyes and gently caressed herself, a single finger sliding up and down between her labia. She felt the car bump across several center line markers in the road. Her eyes may have been closed, but it was pretty obvious John's eyes weren't on the road either. The car jerked sideways slightly. 

Summer pushed a finger into her pussy. The wetness had been building since she approached John at the bar. Now she would use some of that excitement to lubricate her delicate clit. She gasped out another ragged breath. She added a second finger to her attentions and used them to spread her lips wide. Her right hand went down to take up the void. She began rubbing vigorously. She felt herself sticking to the leather seats and the sensation made her hyper aware that she was masturbating herself in a moving car with a young stranger just next to her.

She felt the car jerk again, but at this point, she simply didn't care. John was getting a show, but she couldn't wait for him to join in. She was already almost past the point of no return. A moan escaped her lips. She didn't realize it was her. Faster and faster she rubbed; rapidly flicking her clit back and forth until she could feel the imminent explosion of pleasure. With a loud sobbing-whimper, her hips began to buck and her legs involuntarily clamped down on her own hand. The waves of pleasure seemed to last forever, but it was still never enough.

Summer opened her eyes. The car was stopped. John was staring in amazement. His mouth was open and his hands were still on the steering wheel. 

He licked his dry lips. "Wow", he mouthed silently. "We're here. I told you it wasn't far."



Summer Storm Ch. 01



The guys were all looking at the four exposed boobs, but Kathy and Linda were looking over at me. I really hadn't planned on showing off my small breasts again -- but I didn't seem to have much choice right now, did I?

I untied my bikini top.

I laid down on my front, and so did Kathy and Linda. I had a feeling that for all their bravado, they still had to work their way up to lying on their back with their bare tits in the air.

Terry offered to rub suncream into my back, which seemed like a pretty good idea given how red we'd all gotten yesterday. I could see Carl and Larry were doing the same for their own wives.

The combination of the back massage and the warm sun on my bare skin was so relaxing, I dozed off a few minutes later. I woke up to Terry tapping my shoulder. "You'd better turn over," he said. "Your back's going to burn."

I looked over at Kathy and Linda. They'd obviously just turned over onto their backs.

Carl was handing Kathy a tube of suncream. "No," she said. "You can do me." She seemed a little hesitant, but I suppose she figured if she acted casual about it, she could pretend her husband wasn't going to be touching her bare breasts in front of their friends. And even with Kathy's size, it would only be a matter of a few seconds.

Of course, once Kathy made the decision, Linda and I were kind of stuck with it.

I tried not to make eye contact with anybody, not even Terry, as he began rubbing the suncream into my belly. The suncream was warm, and it felt nice. He worked his way up and when he reached the bottoms of my breasts, he hesitated and looked me in the eyes waiting for the go-ahead. I had no idea what was going on with Carl and Kathy and Larry and Linda by now, because I didn't want to look. If I couldn't see them, I reasoned, they couldn't see me.

I nodded to Terry: go ahead.

He spread more suncream into his hands, and began rubbing them into my breasts. He made sure to coat my nipples, which were becoming hard and sensitive. It felt nice.

It felt too nice. And I already had enough suncream on me. "You can stop now." He kept massaging my breasts. "Terry, if you keep doing that," I whispered, "I'm going to cum."

He grinned widely and rubbed more suncream hard into my nipples. "Stop it!" I said loudly, slapping his hands away. I grabbed my bikini top and stood up, tying it onto myself as I walked quickly back to the building.

8

I was in our room for about five minutes when there was a knock on the door. "Go away," I shouted.

"It's me," Kathy said. "Can I come in?"

I unlocked the door and she came in. She was wearing her t-shirt and the bikini panties but I could tell she'd left Linda's top behind. Well, I guess that top was never intended to stay on her for very long. "Terry wanted to come, but I told him to let me. Are you okay?" she asked.

"Just... really pissed off."

"I understand. I think if you hadn't put a stop to things, Linda or I

would have in a few more seconds. The guys were getting a bit carried

away."

"I needed him to stop," I said softly. "I was going to embarrass myself."

She smiled. "You were going to cum."

"That's not something I wanted to do in public. Not even in front of friends."

"I hear you. And it was partly my fault."

"Your fault?"

"Well, of course the guys should have stopped as soon as we told them to, 'no means no' and all that, even for husbands, but I have to own some of it: the past few days, I've been pushing the envelope. I

wasn't looking to start an orgy or anything, but I did want to heat things up a bit just to get Carl interested. Lately, you know..."

"Yeah, I know."

She glanced over at my breasts. "I envy you so much."

"Me?"

"Those big, hard sensitive nipples? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. But to be able to cum just from having your nipples played with? Wow. And guys can't take their eyes off of them."

"Me?" I said again. "Mine??"

"You really don't have any idea, do you? Sure, I love what I've got, and I know I attract a lot of attention, but last night in the ice cream place, you were getting as many stares as I was."

"How is that possible?"

"You didn't know."

"Know what?"

"Um... with the air conditioner on, your nipples were poking through your t-shirt like, like cherries."

How embarrassing. "I didn't know."

"Okay, listen, we have to decide something: we've all, you me and Linda, been pushing things a bit the past couple of days. We haven't done anything wrong, but we've all made one another's husbands start

looking at us a bit differently. That's new, and it could end up causing problems. Or it could be what we all need to get our marriages back on track. I'll go along with whatever you say, and we'll talk to

Linda afterward. Do you want to shut things down, or let loose a bit and have some fun?"

"You don't mean, like...?"

"Oh no! Just like we've been doing, showing off a bit, not worrying about the occasional pokey, or watching us get touchy-feeley with our own husbands, or... hearing one another cum through these damn thin walls."

I smiled. "You heard me, huh?"

"You know I did. And I didn't mind at all."

"Neither did I." 



Summer Storm Ch. 02



9

By the time we'd walked halfway to the lake, Linda (who's put her bikini top back on) and the guys stopped talking and froze, looking at me as if I were a gunfighter striding ominously into a Dodge City saloon. I realized I could ruin everybody's vacation with a single word, but I had no desire to do that.

As I reached our blanket, Terry began to say something. I put my finger to his mouth to stop him and then backed away a bit and untied my bikini top. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Linda was removing hers as well now, and Kathy was pulling off her t-shirt.

I kissed Terry on the mouth, then pushed him down and lay next to him, kissing him again, my tongue inside his mouth. I rubbed my sensitive nipples against his chest hair, and felt his cock straining against his bathing suit.

I could hear Kathy and Linda moan, and Carl grunting softly, and knew our friends were making out as well.

Terry reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling my wet pussy into his hard cock. I could feel him grinding against my pussy lips.

If my bikini bottom hadn't been lined, everybody would be able to see how I was soaking it with my juices.

I wished Terry would reach inside my bikini bottoms and grab my bare ass, but I knew he'd be afraid to do that after my reaction earlier. I'd have welcomed it right now, though. I wanted his hands on my skin, and his fingers working their way down and touching my hot pussy. Let everybody hear me cum: at the rate they were all moaning and groaning, they wouldn't be very far behind.

Linda and Larry were the first to jump to their feet. "We'll see you guys later," Larry said as they began walking quickly back to the house. Linda hadn't taken the time to put her bikini top back on, so I guess they weren't even thinking about whether the B&B hosts would see her. For that matter, Larry's erection must have been quite a sight as well.

Terry was dry-humping me pretty seriously right now. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his bathing suit and began easing it down, wondering how low he'd let it go before he stopped me. I wouldn't have minded feeling his hard, naked cock pressing against my bikini bottom.

I was just beginning to feel his coarse pubic hair rubbing against my lower belly when he said, "Let's get back to our room."

We started to get up, then noticed that Carl and Kathy were gone: they must have returned to the building without saying anything.

So we were alone here.

I pushed Terry down onto his back, and pulled his bathing suit off with a single jerk. His cock was standing straight up like a flagpole.

I pushed my bikini bottoms down my legs and kicked them off, then straddled Terry until the head of his cock was rubbing between my pussy lips. I thought about teasing us both for another few seconds, but we'd both just gone through ten minutes of the most intense foreplay.

I pushed my body down hard, driving Terry's cock deep into my pussy. We were naked outside, in the warm sun, by a beautiful lake, fucking. I don't think I'd ever been more aroused.

I began thrusting my body down against Terry's, as fast as I could and as hard as I could. It felt as if he was going deeper inside me with each stroke. If his cock weren't so hard, I'd probably be hurting him.

I heard myself grunting as well as groaning. It was loud, and I knew the sound was probably carrying, but I didn't care. I wouldn't care if our friends came back, if our parents showed up and began watching us, if the Pope were standing right next to us.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck," I kept saying.

I'm pretty sure I screamed when I came, and I know I felt dizzy for a moment, but I never stopped fucking Terry as hard as I could. Finally Terry began to cum -- I don't know how he lasted as long as he had -- and he seemed to just cum and cum and cum some more. I slowed my fucking motions, because I didn't want to hurt him as his cock softened.

But when he finished cumming, he was still hard.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath, then said "Get on all fours."

I moved myself into the doggy position, feeling naked and exposed, my bare ass and pussy in view of anybody who might be coming over from the house, Terry's cum dripping out of my pussy, my small tits hanging down. I loved it.

Terry moved behind me and slowly, very slowly, eased his hard cock into my pussy, a pussy slick with both my juices and his cum. He fucked me gently for 15 minutes, and I had several small orgasms -- I'd already had my big, screaming orgasm for the afternoon -- and after Terry came, we kissed, then got dressed and went back to the house.

10

We took the bus into town the following morning. Kathy and I headed to a small clothing store we'd seen last time She wanted to buy herself a bikini: she wanted a two-piece in case we had another topless-bathing session, and she didn't want to have to borrow Linda's bikini bottoms again. Linda was off to a quilting store a few blocks away. The guys wanted to check out a handmade furniture store (Larry was into woodworking) and a fishing supply store.

I was in the market for some cute summer clothing. The last couple of days had made me feel sexier than I had for a while, and I wanted some new clothing to show it off better. I was wearing a flirty sundress today, the same one I'd worn that time when Terry had had his way with me in the movie theatre, and I was looking for more of the same.

I didn't get a chance to try anything on, though, because every few minutes Kathy was calling me into her dressing room to check out another bikini. She didn't like how any of the tops fit her -- few bikini tops were made for her bustline -- and finally I convinced her that since she'd probably only wearing the bikini on occasions when she'd be removing the top, it really didn't matter all that much. She decided on a suit with a top that fit better than the one she'd borrowed from Linda, but which still covered only the front of her breasts, leaving a lot of the tops, bottoms and sides exposed. The bottom covered her ass and pussy decently enough but it was very high-cut, with little more than a string's-worth of material around her hips. She could wear this as a two-piece without being cited for indecent exposure, but she'd certainly attract a lot of attention.

She paid for the suit, and then left for the quilting store.

Back in my own dressing room, I pulled off my sundress and put on a pair of cotton shorts I'd picked out. I wasn't sure about them: they were comfortable, but they might have been a bit too short for a woman my age. I looked at myself in the mirror, naked except for a pair of short-shorts, my socks and my sneakers: not as eye-catching as Kathy, perhaps, but not at all bad for a woman less than two years from her thirtieth birthday.

I heard the door to the shop open. "May I help you, sir?"

"I'm looking for my wife," I heard Carl tell her.

"Carl," I called out, "can you come in here for a minute? I want your opinion on something."

There was a hesitation, then "Go ahead," the shop girl said.

Carl opened the dressing room door just enough to slip in, then closed it behind himself. Then he noticed me and backed away a bit. "Um... you don't have a shirt on."

"Carl," I said, "you've seen me topless yesterday and the day before. I think it's okay for you to see my tiny titties at this point."

"I guess so," he said.

Of course, it was a bit more awkward here just the two of us, enclosed in a small room, but I wasn't going to let it bother me.

"So what do you think?"

"They're very nice," he said, but he seemed to be glancing at my tits. The nipples were getting hard and sensitive. They knew I was standing half-naked in a changing room with a man who wans't my husband.

"What's very nice?"

"The shorts," he said quickly. "They look good on you."

"Not too small?" I asked, referring to both the breasts and the shorts.

"They're perfect," he said.

"Thanks," I told him, then pushed them down my legs and threw them onto the bench. I knew I was pushing things -- but after all, he'd seen me wearing nothing but my bikini bottoms yesterday, and my panties covered a lot more skin than they did.

I pulled on a short skirt, which turned out to be shorter on me than I'd thought. "I don't know..." I said.

"Turn around," he said.

I turned.

"No," he said, "not unless you're okay with... uh... your panties showing every time you move."

"Thanks," I said. "I guess I'm too old for miniskirts anyway."

I started to pull them off, and stumbled. Carl grabbed at me, caught me at my upper chest just to the sides of my breasts, then almost dropped me as he let go of me as if he'd burned his hands and tried grabbing me again at the waist.

"Sorry," we both said at once.

I got the skirt off without further incident and said "One more," changing into the sundress I'd picked out. It had very narrow straps, and was a little shorter than the one I'd been wearing, with a bit of a v-neck that would have shown some cleavage if I'd had any to show. I spun around in front of Carl, and he gave me a thumbs up.

I was just starting to take it off when I heard the salesgirl say "Ma'am, if you'll send your husband out, I have the other item you asked about. I found it in your size in the back."

My husband? Well of course, why wouldn't she think Carl was my husband, after he came in here looking for his wife and ended up in my dressing room?

Carl opened the door slightly, grabbed the bikini she'd found, then closed the door again. As I stood there in my panties, we both looked at the bikini: it was one thing for Carl to watch me changing into the shorts and skirt and sundress, because he'd already seen me wearing this little -- but I'd have to get completely naked in front of "my husband" to try on the bikini. No, that wasn't going to happen.

"I think I'll wait on the bikini," I called out to the salesgirl. Damn, and I really liked it. I was tempted, but I also knew it was probably a very bad idea.

I adjusted my sundress and we left the dressing room and I paid for the shorts and the new sundress. I thanked Carl for his help and we were just getting ready to leave the store when Terry walked in and said to the salesgirl, "Hi, I'm looking for my wife," and then noticed me and said "Oh, there you are."

The salesgirl looked confused, and I led Terry and Carl quickly out of the store before she could say anything.

11

We'd all planned to meet back at the lake after lunch; but when Kathy, Carl, Terry and I arrived, Linda and Larry were already there. Larry had his camera out -- photography was his hobby, and he had some expensive equipment -- and he was shooting portraits of Linda standing topless by the lake. "Hey there," he said, barely looking at us. "Why don't you girls keep your tops on, which is a sentence I never thought I'd say, and I'll get some nice photos of you alone, then some with your guys, and I can e-mail them to you when we all get home?"

"Aw, why do we have to keep our tops on?" Kathy asked.

"So you can share your vacation photos with your parents," Larry said.

"Have you seen Kathy's new bikini?" Carl asked. "I don't think we could show pictures of that to anybody's parents. Ouch," he said as Kathy smacked his arm. "That bruise is going to show up in the photo, you know. Everybody's going to know how mean you are to me."

I have to admit I felt a bit jealous: I'd planned on wearing a hot new bikini this afternoon too, but of course I couldn't tell anybody why I'd had to leave it behind.

Larry took dozens of photos in all -- thank God digital has replaced film -- of Kathy, me, Carl and Kathy, and Terry and me. When we were done, Terry said to Larry "What about some of you and Linda together? I know my way around an SLR."

"Sure, thanks," Larry said, as Linda put her top back on.

After Terry had taken a bunch, I took off my top and said to him "Now some of me that we CAN'T send to our parents."

"Are you sure?" Larry asked. "It wasn't just the parent thing. I figured you'd feel funny about me having half-naked photos of you. I mean, I'd send you copies and then delete them from my disk, of course..."

"I trust you," I said. "You're not planning to post there all over the Internet, are you?"

"Of course not," Larry said.

"Just kidding. Are you okay with this?" I asked Terry.

"Sure. I'd love to have some dirty pictures of you for my private collection. I think we're better off with Larry taking them, though: it's his camera and he knows what he's doing the best."

I posed for maybe a dozen photos, from silly, to attempts to be sultry ( I don't really do "sultry") to outright sexual -- or at least a sexual as I can get when a friend is taking the photos and other friends and my husband are watching.

Larry took a dozen of Kathy, and then said, "I have an idea for a shot: Carl, get in the photo. Kathy, get in front of him, facing him, and give him a hug. This way the camera sees you're only wearing bikini bottoms, but your breasts aren't showing at all, so we get sexual but not R-rated."

He took a few of these, and then had Terry and me copy the pose.

"Any other ideas?" Larry asked. Linda called Kathy and me over and told us what she had in mind. Kathy and I put our tops back on, and Linda took the camera from Larry and said, "Now it's your turn. Just stand over there." He stood by the lake, Kathy and me at his sides. "We're going for the James Bond look, with the two girls in bikinis draped over you." We each hung onto one of Larry's arms. "Now Larry," Linda said, "look suave. You're 007."

"I'm Bond," he said seriously as we pressed our bodies against him. "Larry Bond."

"Perfect," Linda said," snapping a couple of shots.

"Good morning, Miss Moneypenny," he said as Linda snapped two more shots.

"Last one." Linda said. "You girls are ready?"

"Ready," we both said.

"Three... two..." Just as Linda said "two," Kathy and I each grabbed a side of Larry's bathing suit and pulled it down to his ankles. "One," Linda said, taking the shot.

'Hey," Larry said.

"Why should only you have souvenir photos?" Linda asked, giggling. She zoomed in on Larry's erect penis. Kathy and I were getting an eyeful as well (figuratively speaking).

"Linda," Kathy said, "you might need a much wider lens for this."

"3D lens, more likely," I said. Actually, neither Kathy nor I knew anything about camera lenses, but we were amusing ourselves. Also, neither one of us wanted to blurt out what was really on our minds: "Holy shit, that is a huge cock."

Fortunately, Carl and Terry both thought it was hysterical that their wives had exposed Larry's cock. We hadn't thought about it, but they might not have been to happy about our plan.

"I'm sorry dear," Linda lied, walking over to us and handing me the camera. "Let me help you." She knelt down, grabbed Larry's bathing suit and eased it back up his legs. His cock was almost in her face as the bathing suit was almost all the way up, and she gave the tip a quick little kiss before she tucked it into the suit.

"You did not just do that," Kathy said.

"Did what?" Linda asked.

"You kissed his cock," I said. "I saw it too."

"No I didn't."

I don't think she even realized she'd done it. I handed the camera to Terry. "It's okay, that was totally hot kissing his cock in front of all of us. Give us a replay, then. Let's see what it is you thought you did. Maybe we're wrong."

"Uh... sure," Linda said, taking Larry's bathing suit back down to his knees. Clearly he thought he should have a say in all this, but he also knew he'd just had his cock kissed and was willing to have it happen again.

Linda began pulling the bathing suit back up again, as Terry snapped photos. Just before she tucked Larry's cock inside again, she gave it a kiss; then she froze. "Shit, you're right, I must have done it without thinking about it."

"Hold that pose," Terry said, and Linda brought her mouth back to the tip of Larry's cock. We could see it beginning to throb.

I could see a glint in Linda's eye. "Would this make a better photo?" she asked Terry, wrapping her lips around the head of Larry's cock and giving it a slight suck along with the kiss.

"Yes, definitely," Larry said.

"Want to see something impressive?" Linda asked Kathy and me.

"Sure," we both said.

Linda knelt directly in front of Larry and slowly took the entire length of his cock into her mouth.

Terry was filming the entire blowjob.

Yes, it was sexy as all hell, but I wanted him to pay attention to me and give me some attention. I took my top off, then slid my bottoms down my legs and off, very aware that I was the first of us girls to get naked in front of the whole group. Hard to believe a couple of days ago I was afraid to take off my shirt.

I stepped between Terry and the blowjob he was filming, which was the first he noticed I'd taken everything off. Not only wasn't he angry, but he adjusted the camera's focus and began photos of me nude and outdoors. Nobody had ever taken photos of my pussy before, and somehow knowing that these photos would be in Larry's camera made it even hotter.

I turned, letting Terry take some pictures of my ass, and then told him to put the fucking camera down and fuck me. He replaced the lens cap and placed the camera carefully onto Larry and Linda's blanket, while I laid down on my back on our blanket. He stripped off his bathing suit on his way back to me, and slid his cock into me, no foreplay necessary for either of us.

I had the sudden crazy thought that if I'd known a few hours ago that Carl was going to see seeing me naked, I'd have been able to try on that damn bikini all.

It was hard, noisy sex, and the fact that our friends could hear us made it even hotter. somebody at some point must have picked up the camera again because when Larry showed us the photos, there was a perfect shot of me cumming.

I never got to see Larry's huge cock shoot its semen down Linda's throat; when I glanced over at them again, Linda was lying on the blanket, completely naked, her legs spread, Larry's face buried in her shaven pussy, working his tongue over her clit. It was so hot watching this: I felt as I were being fucked and eaten at the same time.

I'd never cum like this before. My orgasms were coming so close together, it was like one long orgasm that never ended.

Terry was still hard; but we'd had sex so many time over the last couple of days, it was taking too long for him to cum -- and I couldn't take it anymore.

I pushed him off of me. He didn't understand at first, but then I got on all fours and told him to do something we'd been discussing for months: "Fuck me in the ass," I told him.

I hoped it worked, since Terry really needed to cum. His cock was dripping with my pussy juices and his precum, though, so I knew he should be able to get inside my virgin asshole.

His cock slid in with no problem. He went slowly. It hurt a little at first but it was also hot, very different from having a cock in my pussy, but sexy in a different way. As it began to stop hurting, I told him to fuck my ass harder. I could feel it: I was going to cum again from Terry's cock in my ass.

In this position, we could both watch Carl fucking Kathy just a few feet away.

Finally, making a noise that sounded like he was being strangled, Terry came, shooting his cum into my bowels. And feeling this for the first time, I did cum again -- differently than before, but still intensely.

He pulled out of me slowly and we both lay back on the blanket, exhausted. Larry and Linda were also done, and Larry was holding the camera, recording Carl and Kathy's lovemaking for posterity. Then Carl closed his eyes and, sighing, came into Kathy's pussy.

When it was all over, we all lay on our backs, on our respective to towels, exhausted and feeling more than a little bit awkward. It was difficult to make eye contact with one another with the distraction of all those cocks, breasts and pussies.




Summer Storm Ch. 02



I was the first to speak. "You know," I said to Terry, "we probably should have seen that coming."



Summer Storm Ch. 03



12

When we came downstairs for breakfast, it was clear we weren't going anywhere today: we could see and hear the wind-blown rain beating against the dining room windows. As we were finishing the meal, Larry said "You know what, guys, why don't you all come to our room in about half an hour, and we can check out the photos we took yesterday."

"Sounds like fun," Terry said, "but I'd just as soon wait until we get home and you can e-mail them to us. Looking at the photos on your camera's screen probably won't do them justice."

Part of me was a bit apprehensive as well: I wasn't sure I wanted an audience the first time I saw the very explicit photos Terry took of me yesterday.

"Not on the camera," Larry said. "I brought my laptop."

"You brought a laptop along for a romantic getaway?" Carl asked.

"He's a geek," Linda said, "remember?"

"Still," Carl went on, "even a laptop screen isn't the best way for six people to look at --"

"It gets worse," Linda said. "He figured out how to hook up the laptop to the TV in the room."

"There are TVs in the rooms?" Kathy and I asked almost in unison.

"They're hidden behind cabinet doors," Larry said. "Doesn't clash with the B&B aesthetic that way. Nice-sized screen, too. I have it set up to run as a slideshow."

So about thirty minutes after we finished eating, Carl and Kathy, Terry and I walked down the hall to Larry and Linda's room and knocked on the door. Larry let us in and told us Linda was still in the shower -- they'd had to shower after breakfast because they'd overslept a bit this morning.

I hoped it wasn't because they'd already enjoyed the slideshow last night.

Linda came out of the bathroom with a large bath towel wrapped around her body, and using a smaller one to dry her hair. "Sorry to keep everybody waiting," she said. "Running a bit late."

She pulled a pair of small cotton shorts out of the dresser drawer, then tossed both towels over the arms of a chair and quickly stepped into them, giving us all a quick peek at her shaved pussy. Then she rummaged around for a tanktop, pulled it on over her head, and crawled onto the bed. "You really can't see the screen well from anywhere but here."

Like many B&Bs, this one outfitted the bedrooms with beds large enough for a small army, so we all climbed aboard except for Larry. The bed was wide enough for each couple to lie next to one another, but well away from any other couple.

When we were settled in -- "When does the pillow fight begin?" Kathy asked -- Larry hit the PLAY button and then crawled in next to Linda.

The photos appeared on the screen in random order, for 20 seconds each. The first was Kathy in her full bikini. "I guess we're starting out with a decent shot," Larry said -- through with the amount of skin the bikini was showing, and the way it was straining to cover Kathy's breasts, "decent" was an overstatement.

Next up was me, in all my full frontal nudity. Larry and Carl both applauded, and I was a little embarrassed. This was definitely not a photo I'd expected us all to be viewing together.

Terry pulled me closer and kissed me softly. "You're beautiful," he reminded me. I could tell he was already hard.

Next was one of the "Larry Bond" photos, then the one where Kathy was hugging Carl, her bare back to the camera and nothing exposed.

Then Linda, standing next to the lake, completely naked, her pussy lips completely visibly on her shaven mons. "Wow," Carl said out loud, drawing a soft punch in the arm from Kathy. "When did you take that one?" he asked.

"Before the rest of you showed up," Larry said. "We wanted to get a couple of those, and of course we didn't think the whole afternoon would become x-rated."

"Not fair," Kathy said.

Larry looked at her. "I'm the only one who didn't get a nude shot," she went on.

"Maybe later," Larry said. "The rain seems to be letting up."

"Now," she said.

"Are you sure?"

She climbed out of the bed, and pulled off her shirt, then her bra, then her shorts, and then her panties. "Yes," she said.

Larry thought for a moment. "Step out on the balcony."

"Are you kidding? It's pouring out there."

"Not anymore. It's raining, but it won't be any worse than taking a shower."

"But --"

"I'm the photographer. It's my call."

"Yes sir!" she snapped, slid open the glass door leading to the balcony, and stepped out. She was soaked almost immediately, but she seemed to like the feel of the rain. "Aren't you coming out?"

"And get all wet? Are you crazy?" Larry said. "I can take the photos from in here. Put your arms out and turn around."

She spun around slowly, letting the rain hit her all over, a big smile on her face. She looked like a little kid playing innocently in the rain. A little kid with a stunning adult body, anyway.

Larry took about a dozen photos. "These are going to be amazing," he said.

When he was done, Kathy ran inside, dripping all over the carpet. She grabbed one of the towels Linda had left on the chair, quickly dried herself off, pulled on her panties, and scampered onto the bed nest to Carl. "Warm me up," she said, pulling his shirt over his head and then nestling against his bare chest. As he held her close, his hand rested on one of her breasts.

Larry restarted the slideshow, and the first photo up was Larry and Linda standing next to one another wearing their bathing suits. The next one was a close-up of my face as I was cumming. I didn't even know anybody had taken that. Once more I felt embarrassed -- well, embarrassed and very turned on -- and buried my face in Terry's chest. He pulled me on top of him and kissed me again.

I returned the kiss, running my tongue against the inside of his upper lip, and he slipped both hands under my shorts, caressing my ass through my panties. I raised up my lower body to make it easier for him to push down my shorts. Then I ground my crotch against his as we kissed again; through his shorts and underwear, and my panties, I could feel his cock rubbing against me.

Kathy, naked except for her panties, was lying on her side next to us, facing us, with Carl behind her, spooning her, softly caressing her breast. They were both openly watching us. My eyes met Terry's, and he smiled. Yeah, we both thought. Let's do it.

We both pulled off our shirts. I was braless, of course. I twirled my shirt over my head like a stripper and tossed it to the side, onto Carl's head. Then I unzipped Terry's shorts and pulled off his shorts and underwear together. I softly stroked his hard cock, then laid myself on top of him and kissed him deeply, grinding my pussy against his cock. Kathy and Carl could probably see how wet my panties were.

Finally I pulled off my panties and mounted Terry, letting his cock sink deep inside of me. It was so hot knowing our friends were watching us from no more than a foot away.

As I began slowly bouncing on Terry's cock, I looked to the side and saw that Kathy and Carl had removed their underwear. They were still on their sides, Carl behind Kathy, and he was fucking her hard from behind.

Terry and I both noticed that as Carl fucked Kathy, she was being pushed closer to us.

Kathy and I were both moaning.

Terry put his hands on his chest, to give Kathy more room. We all saw that she was just a few inches from him, and any of us could have stopped, but nobody did.

Finally they made contact as Terry's forearm wedged between Kathy's breasts. "Mmm," she said softly. Carl kept ramming his cock into Kathy, and I kept bouncing on and grinding into Terry's cock.

Kathy squirmed against Terry, until one of he breasts, and then the nipple, was rubbing against Terry's forearm. "Oh god," she gasped, rubbing her nipple against him harder, with no pretense that it wasn't deliberate.

When nobody seemed to object, she moved a few inches further up the bed, Carl moving with her so he never missed a stroke, until her nipple was almost touching Terry's cheek. He did what you'd expect him to do: he turned his head, took her nipple into his mouth, and sucked hard.

Kathy screamed as she came hard. I started fucking Terry faster, and I looked over to see where Larry and Linda were. They were out on the balcony in the rain, Linda bent over the railing, Larry fucking her from behind. They'd turned to see who was screaming, then went back to business.

Kathy had a hand on Terry's thigh now, as close to his cock as possible without getting in the way of our own fucking. She caressed him for a few seconds, all the while still being fucked by her own husband and having her nipple sucked by mine.

I decided to see what would happen if I pulled up for a moment, and let Terry's cock slide completely out of my pussy. No sooner was his cock free than Kathy surprised all of us, including herself I'm sure, by wrapping her hand around it, not caring that it was coated with my pussy juices.

I knew the next decision was mine, so I made it: I crawled over to the other side of Carl and pushed him onto his back, watching his cock slip out of Kathy's pussy with a wet POP. I took his hard, sticky cock in my hand and straddled him. He had a big smile on his face. "Are you sure?" he whispered. I smiled back at him and very slowly lowered myself onto his cock.

Up until now, Terry's had been the only cock I'd ever had inside of me. Carl's wasn't better or worse; it was just... different. And it felt wonderfully naughty to be fucking a different man, the husband of one of my best friends. He reached up and put his hands on my breasts. I knew he loved his wife, and was turned on by her large breasts, but he was also excited to be caressing my small ones.

Next to us Kathy was on her back, her legs spread, and my husband was sinking his cock into her pussy. I never imagined I could feel so turned on watching him fuck another woman, watching her pussy juices coating his cock each time he pulled out (mixing with my own). I wondered what his cock would look like pushing into Linda's smooth, hairless pussy.

My attention went back where it belonged: to Carl, whose cock pushed deep inside of me every time I lowered my body against him. He was pinching my hard, sensitive nipples but otherwise he was letting me take control, letting me use his cock to give myself pleasure.

We were all being quiet about it; I felt self-conscious about groaning with pleasure while another man was fucking me and my husband was just a couple of feet away, and I guessed the others felt the same way. But then Kathy broke the ice with "Oh my fucking god, Terry, you're fucking me so good," and that put us all in overdrive, fucking more frantically, moaning loudly and without inhibition.

Finally I felt Carl tense up and I said "Cum in me, cum in my hot pussy," and with a soft moan he did, shooting his hot cum deep in side: once, twice, three times, and when I felt him pulsing against me the third time, I came loudly.

A moment later Terry came inside of Kathy, and watching my husband filling another woman with his cum got me so hot, I would have fucked Carl all over again if I thought he could handle it. I saw Larry and Linda standing by the side of the bed watching us, his cock impressive even semi-flaccid, her shaven pussy wet with his cum, and I wondered whether he'd recovered enough that I could pull him down to the bed and beg him to fuck me.

In the end, though, I just pulled myself off of Carl's spent cock, crawled over Kathy (dripping some of her husband's cum onto her body while looking at my husband's cum overflowing out of her pussy), and snuggled up against Terry. Carl put his arm around Kathy, pulling her close to his own body. Larry and Linda found some free space on the bed, and joined us.

It was nice and peaceful, lying contentedly with our own spouses after a round of vigorous, unexpected sex.

Well, at least Larry, Linda, Terry and I were feeling calm and contented: Kathy and Carl were a bit uneasy because they knew something the rest of us didn't -- that Kathy wasn't using any sort of birth control.



Summer Storm Ch. 04



How did I come to be lying naked in a big bed with my two best friends and our respective husbands, Carl's cum dripping out of my pussy and my husband's dripping out of Kathy's? It's a long story, as they say, told in parts 1 through 3. If you want the short version... over the course of three days, our libidos were growing as our inhibitions were disappearing, and in hindsight it seems almost inevitable that we'd end up here. And it all started with a summer storm.

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We really didn't say much to one another for a while, and one by one we eventually gathered up and put on our clothing, and each couple went off to their own rooms.

We all had a lot to process, I guess: Terry and I had never had sex with anybody but one another. I wasn't sure about Carl and Kathy and Larry and Linda, but I was pretty sure none of them had been with anybody else since they'd been married, at least. Larry and Linda had fucked only each other this morning, of course, but they had to be wondering when and if they'd be having sex with other partners, I had to be honest: though Terry and I had always been closer to Kathy and Carl than we were with Larry and Linda, in the heat of the moment, we would have switched off with one pair of friends as easily as the other.

We met back in the dining room at lunchtime, and we all avoided the topic. After lunch, we walked out to the front lawn, pulled a few lounge chairs together, and sat. And we all waited.

"Okay," I finally said, "we'll go first. We never planned what happened this morning, but if the situation came up again, Terry and I would do it again. With any of you. There, I said it."

Linda spoke for herself and Larry: "Okay, we're not entirely sure. This morning was hot as hell, and clearly we have no inhibitions left around you guys, but we don't know whether we're ready to actually have sex with anybody but one another. We've never done that sort of thing before."

"And we have?" I asked a little too defensively. I love Linda, really I do, but sometimes she just pushes my buttons without meaning to.

"I didn't say that," Linda said. "And we're sure as hell not making judgments. It's just... we're not sure. You can respect that, can't you?"

"I think we have to opt out as well," Kathy said, before I could respond to Linda. This surprised me, because she was the one who initiated the whole swapping thing by pushing her big tits against Terry's face while Carl was fucking her, then grabbing Terry's cock. And of the four of us, she'd screamed the loudest.

Of course I didn't know the real reason she didn't want another man cumming inside her.

"Well," I said, "isn't this awkward."

"No, listen," Kathy said, "these past few days with you guys have been the hottest days of my life. Sorry, hun," she said as an aside to Carl. "I enjoyed the hell of out of your husband's penis, and I want to keep having fun. Even more than we've already had, if you're okay with that. Just not... actual fucking. You know what I mean?"

Linda and Larry exchanged glances. "Everything but?" Larry asked.

Kathy nodded. "It's called soft swapping."

"We can work with that," Linda said, looking at Terry and smiling. Hey, I thought.

"You sound as if you know something about this," Terry said.

Now it was Carl and Kathy exchanging glances. "You might say that," Carl said. And he began his story.

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This was just a few years after we were married [Carl told us], about a year before we moved to the coast and met you guys. We lived at the end of a cul-de-sac, right next to Mick and Annie. The rest of the neighborhood was older couples with tween or teenage kids, so being younger and childless, the four of us ended up spending almost all our free time together. Like the six of us here right now -- and look how that's turning out -- but we were together like that 365.

There was a lot of flirting going on, especially during the summer, when we alternated between hanging out by their pool and hanging out by ours. By the second summer, Kathy and Annie were competing with one another to wear the most revealing bathing suits -- oh come on, Kathy, you think Mick and I didn't know you were doing it on purpose?

Not that Mick and I were complaining: we didn't mind our wives showing off: I remember one afternoon at our pool... Annie was wearing a two-piece -- what do you call it, a microkini? Just a string down her ass, and barely enough material to cover her pussy and nipples. She wouldn't dare jump into the water, or even move very much, because she was into teasing, not exposing herself. That same day, Kathy was wearing a white suit that became almost transparent when wet. And she made sure it stayed wet.

I kept a pretty close eye on Annie that afternoon, but I also spent most of the time in the water with Kathy, finding excuses to grab her whenever I could. I don't think I was being very subtle about it: in the beginning I made sure Mick and Annie were looking elsewhere before I touched her breasts -- which might as well have been exposed for all the bathing suit was hiding -- but by the end of the afternoon I was giving them quick caresses without even checking whether our friends were looking. At one point she pushed her hand into my trunks and gave my cock a quick squeeze. I swear, another few seconds and I would have lost it right then and there, leaving a trail of cum floating in the water next to us.

I wasn't sure what Mick and Annie were up to all this time, since I'd made an effort to give them their privacy once Kathy and I started fooling around, but Mick was lying next to her for most of the time, and I'm sure he was letting his hands wander pretty freely around over and maybe underneath her microkini.

If anything, we were all feeling friskier that evening, after we were all dressed and grilling up dinner. Of course by "dressed," I mean the girls were wearing dangerously skimpy tops and very short shorts. Mick and I grabbed quick handfuls of our wives' tits or asses fairly openly and at one point as I was walking into the kitchen from the deck while Annie was walking out, she "accidentally" let her breasts rub across my chest. Very slowly. I'm sure she could feel my erection, because I certainly had one by now, but she didn't react to it, and I didn't care.

By the end of the evening, as it was getting dark and we were sharing one last round of beers, Kathy was sitting on my lap and Annie was on Mick's. Kathy was slowly grinding her ass against my cock, once more bringing me very close to cumming. I had my free hand around Kathy's torso, but I'd occasionally let it creep up to the underside of a breast -- and Kick was taking similar liberties with his own wife.

As soon as they left, the moment I was pretty sure they were out of sight, I leaned Kathy over the railing of the deck, pulled her shorts down to her ankles, and fucked her hard. I'm sure you could hear her screaming all through the cul-de-sac.

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Kathy was blushing as Carl told us how he'd fucked her over the railing of their deck, and their neighbors could almost certainly have heard her screams. I'd been s caught up in the story that I'd been barely conscious of the fact that Terry had had his hand on my right breast through most of it.

I knew Carl's story was just getting started, but I had to ask her: "Did you accidentally-on-purpose brush against Mick the same way Annie did with Carl?"

She smiled a bit sheepishly. "No, but... after I saw her do that, I leaned over to gather up the paper plate Mick had used, and made sure he got a look down my shirt. A really good look."

Terry reacted to this by giving my tit a light squeeze. I smiled. "Well, Carl did say we were all feeling a bit naughty that night," Kathy reminded us.

"But clearly that's not what you meant by soft swap," Larry prompted.

"No," Carl said.

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Kathy called me at work [Carl continued] and told me she and Annie wanted to have a talk with Mick and me that evening. Annie had called Mick with the same ominous message.

Mick thought the same thing I did, of course: that the girls were upset at how things had gotten out of hand the night before, and all the good-natured teasing we'd enjoyed over the last few weeks was going to be a thing of the past. Or it could have been worse, they were pissed off at us as if everything had been our fault.

Well, obviously you already know the point of this story, so I'll spare you our paranoid fears and fast-forward to when Annie said "I was reading about something, and I mentioned it to Kathy, and we talked about it... what would you guys think about soft swap?"

"Wife-swapping?" I asked. "Are you girls sure you want that?"

"Slow down, cowboy," Kathy said. "You've never heard of soft swap?"

Mick and I both shook our heads. "It means no fucking," Annie said. "But everything else."

"Uhhh..." I said, or something clever like that.

"You mean like kissing and, like oral sex?" Mick said.

Annie laughed. "That's quite a jump from A to Z," she said, "but yes."

Not for the first time, but a lot more seriously now, I looked at Annie and imagined her naked. She's smaller than Kathy, blonde where Kathy's a brunette. Slightly smaller breasts, but firm. I saw a lot of them the day before at the pool, but I wondered what her nipples were like. I wondered whether her public hair was blonde as well, but I guessed she'd shaved it so she could wear that tiny bikini. I wondered whether she screamed when she came.

Yeah, I'm a guy: All of this went through my mind in the first couple of seconds. "You're really okay with this?" I asked the girls.

"We are if you are," Kathy said. "We think. Probably. We talked about it and we'd like to try it... but maybe take it slow at first."

Was I okay with Mick seeing Kathy naked? And touching her intimately? And, you know... oral sex?

I was, surprisingly enough. We really were that close to Mick and Annie.

And I won't lie, the thought of fooling around with Annie helped me decide.

"How slow?" Mick asked.

Kathy walked over to Mick, took his head in her hands, and kissed him. He pulled her closer, and the kiss quickly became noisy, obviously with a lot of tongue and saliva changing places.

Annie climbed onto my lap, and we kissed with just as much enthusiasm as she ground her ass against my crotch. If I'd let myself, I could have cum right then and there.

When we all finally separated -- or came up for air, more accurately -- Annie said, "We're still on for dinner Friday night, right? Only I think you'll be my date, Carl, and Kathy will be Mick's."

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"It was a long two days until Friday," Kathy interrupted. She glanced over at us and smiled slightly when she noticed that Terry had rested his hand on my breast as he listened to Carl's story. "I know Annie and I sounded confident about the whole thing, but we weren't: would any of us chicken out? How far would be actually go? Would we feel awkward around one another afterward? And yeah, when we had sex that night, and the following night, I was thinking about Mick... you know, in me. And I'm sure Carl was dreaming about Annie."

Carl grinned. "Guilty as charged."

Okay [he continued], so finally it was Friday. Now you know how women always seem to have that "little black dress" in the back of the closet that they always plan on wearing when the right occasion comes up but they never do? Well, Kathy wore hers that evening. I'd never seen it before until she came out of the bedroom and asked me to zip her up. Her naked back exposed to me, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. The zipper actually came down almost to her ass, and I wasn't sure she was even wearing panties. Once she was zipped up, I saw that the dress fit her like a glove. A glove that ended just not all that many inches below her waist.

I knew the restaurant we were eating at was always fairly dark, and I wondered whether she'd have had the nerve to expose so much of herself where she could be better seen. "Do you think my date will like it?" she asked, twirling around slowly.

"Your date and your husband," I assured her. "Maybe we should stay home after all. You look too good to share tonight."

"Hush," she said. "Besides, you'll like what Annie is wearing as well."

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. Mike was standing by the front door, Annie behind him almost as if trying to hide. "Come on, honey," Mick told her. "It's now or never." He stepped to the side and Annie stood up straight, letting Kathy and me take in her outfit. Her skirt was short -- not as short as Kathy's dress but short, and flouncy where Kathy's was tight. But most noticeably, her blouse was tan and translucent, and clearly she'd left her bra at home. Remember when I said I'd been wondering what Annie's nipples looked like? Now I knew.

"Um... is it okay if I say Wow?"

"I'd be flattered," Annie said.

"And may I say my date is a 'wow' as well," Mick said, taking Kathy's hand.

There was an awkward moment, then Mick kissed Kathy and I followed by kissing Annie. I'm not sure what was going on a couple of feet over, but before our kiss was through my hands had found their way to Annie's ass -- over her skirt, of course.

Fortunately none of our other neighbors lived close enough to see what was going on on our front steps.

I managed to keep my eyes off of Annie's might-as-well-be-bare breasts enough to get us all to the restaurant alive (though since she was sitting next to me in the front seat, I did manage to rest my right hand on her left thigh through much of the trip).

(And I avoided looking in the rear view mirror as much as possible, because I didn't want to know what was going on in the back seat)

When we got out of the car at the parking lot, Annie stayed close behind me, again self-conscious about how the bright streetlights shone right through her blouse -- but once we got inside the darker restaurant she stopped worrying about it, letting Mick and me watch her dark nipples all we wanted.

I could see that Kathy was feeling a bit jealous. No, jealous isn't the word for it. Competitive. I mean, she was wearing a painted-on dress -- with her figure, right? -- and that would have made her the center of attention just about anyplace on earth; but Mick and I kept looking over at her best friend with the see-through blouse. "I'm a little chilly," Kathy said to her date, and she had to follow this with a sharp glance before Mick got the hint and put his arm around her torso, drawing her closer to him. The waitress came and took our orders, and as soon as she was gone, Kathy pushed Mick's arm higher up her body until his hand was touching the underside of her breast. "Be careful not to touch my nipple," she warned him in a whisper we could all hear. "It'll get hard and poke through my dress rather obscenely."

Mick didn't have to be "warned" twice: he let his thumb wander up Kathy's breast until it brushed against her nipple. "Wooo," Kathy said under her breath. Since nobody seemed to object, he reached over with his other hand and gave Kathy's other nipple a quick pinch, then pulled away quickly when he saw the waitress returning.

As the waitress put down out drinks, I noticed that the top two buttons of Annie's blouse had somehow come undone. Only the very tops of her breasts were exposed -- but I could tell that the first time she leaned in my direction, I'd be able to see everything.

Viva la Competition!

The waitress, a very pretty, petite woman maybe a couple of years younger than we were, stood there looking at us for a few seconds. "Your first time doing this, right?"

"Doing what?" Kathy asked, making not even a serious attempt at innocence, sitting there with both nipples pushing through her dress.

The waitress smiled, dug an old receipt out of her jeans pocket, wrote a phone number on the back of it, and put it on the table in front of Mick. "My name is Ronnie. Give me a call if you'd like me to join you. I get off at midnight."

Mick reached for the slip of paper as she as she turned to leave, and Kathy slapped his hand. "What?" he said.

"You're already bored of me?" Kathy said.

"Besides," Annie said with a slight giggle, "I'm hoping to get off by 11."

That was the first any of us had mentioned out loud that tonight was likely to go beyond kissing and touching, and we were all quiet for a moment -- and when we began talking again, it was about something completely unrelated: some funny thing that happened to Kathy at work, I think.

When the waitress returned with our meals, she was holding the tray high on her chest and when she put it down, we could see why: she'd undone the buttons of her blouse as low as Annie had and when she bent to serve us our meals, I could see everything clear down to her navel. Small perky breasts.

She smiled, and re-buttoned her shirt before she headed back toward the kitchen. "Okay," Mick said, "at the very least we're going to have to give her a nice tip."

"I think she wants more than just your tip," Kathy said, which almost made me spit out the wine I'd just sipped.

We managed to get through the rest of our meal with no further discussion of sex, our waitress, or sex with our waitress -- though none of those topics were far from any of our minds. We paid the bill, and made it out of the restaurant before the waitress had a chance to strip naked and follow us out to the car. When we got to the parking lot (Annie had lost all self-consciousness about what the streetlights were doing to her blouse, by the way), I clicked my key fob to unlock the car doors and said "So... home?"

"Um..." Kathy said, suddenly nervous about facing the Moment of Truth.

"I'd love to go dancing," Annie said to Mick. "We haven't done that in a long time."

"Don't tell me," Mick said. "Tell your date."

"Do you have anyplace in mind?" I asked Annie. We weren't exactly living on a one-horse town at the time, but I'd give it two-and-a-half horses at most.

She had none, but Kathy said "Carl, remember where we used to go when we were dating?"

"Excellent idea," I said, opening Annie's door. As she bent to slide into the front seat, I caught a brief look at both of her bare breasts.

"Where are we going?" she asked me after I walked around the car and slid in next to her.

"The world's best dance floor," I told her, and began to drive.

I pulled off the road by a field just outside of town. "Problem?" Mick asked.

"Nope. We're here."

I turned off the engine, switched the key to "auxiliary," and a slow jazz CD into the player. After switching off the dome light to save car battery power, I got out of the car, walked around to Annie's side, and opened her door. "May I have this dance?" I asked her.

There's nothing like dancing under the stars on a warm summer night. Kathy and I spent a lot of nights here when we were home from college -- and not just dancing, either. Tonight, well, it didn't take long until the dancing turned into just swaying slightly while pressing our bodies into one another. I put both of my hands on Annie's ass, under her skirt. She was wearing panties, but just barely. In the near-darkness, I could only guess that Mick had his hands under Kathy's dress as well, and remember I wasn't sure she was even wearing panties.

Annie pulled away from me, and for a moment I thought she'd gotten cold feet and our night was over -- but she just needed the room to unbutton her blouse and when she was done -- frustrating me because it was took dark to see her very well -- she pressed one of her breasts against my face and I began sucking on it and I could hear her groaning. Then I heard a gasp and a little "oh my god," from Kathy, and a few seconds later Mick saying "Lie down."

"It's a new dress," Kathy said.




Summer Storm Ch. 04



"Take it off," Mick said.

"Let's go back to the house," she said, and with that we all dashed back to the car.

Annie never bothered to re-button her shirt.

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"When Carl told me afterward what Annie had done," Kathy said to Terry with a sheepish grin, "I just thought that was so hot, I always wanted to do that myself one day: press my tit against a friend's face and have him start sucking me."

"But what was Mick doing to you in the field?" I asked.

"Oh," Kathy said with a faraway grin, "way hotter. He'd pulled off my panties and began licking all around my pussy."

"Wow," Linda said softly.

"If I hadn't been afraid of God-knows-what might be in the grass at night, I wouldn't have hesitated to pull off the dress and lie on the ground naked and let him finish what he was doing. As it was, when we ran back to the car we had no idea where he'd tossed the panties, so I suppose somebody got a surprise the next morning. I wouldn't wonder that they were still damp, because they were soaking wet by the time he took them off me."

"You know," Carl said, "I never did know whether you'd been wearing any that night."

"Well," Kathy said, "by the time we got back to the car I was completely naked under my dress. I guess not as indecent as Annie, but I felt very much exposed, and Mick had his hand resting on my bare pussy most of the way home."

"Which fortunately was only about ten minutes," Carl added, "which is a good thing because not only were we all feeling hot as hell, but Annie had left her shirt wide open, seriously distracting me as I drove and showing off to every passing car that caught us in their headlights."

Somehow I got us back to our house alive [Carl continued]. I pulled into the driveway, got out of the car, and walked around to open Annie's door. When climbed out, she left her blouse on the front seat, joining me wearing just her short skirt, brief panties and sandals. When Mick and Kathy saw Annie's state of undress, he quickly unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. "Mick, no!" she shouted, surprised, but didn't make any move to grab the dress and put it back on.

I quickly unlocked the front door. "I made up both of the beds in the guest room," Kathy said, "just in case we ended up going through with it. Which I guess we are."

I watched Kathy's naked ass as she ran off to the guest room with Mick. As I locked the front door, I looked over at Annie standing beside me, so close to naked herself. Standing there in the well-lit foyer this was the best look I'd had of her bare breasts yet. She saw me staring at them, and I saw on her face a combination of shyness and arousal. I took first one nipple and then the other into my mouth.

Meanwhile, Annie had managed to get my belt undone and my pants open and had one hand inside my pants, inside my underwear, and was lightly squeezing my balls.

I kicked off my shoes, and then had to dislodge my mouth from her breasts as she pulled my pants down and off. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor -- her panties were red and almost transparent, I still remember that -- and then she slipped both hands down the back of my underwear and pulled me close against her, grinding her crotch into mine through our underwear. After about a minute of this, I whispered "Let's get to the bed," because honestly I was seconds away from cumming and that's not where I wanted to do it.

We got to the guest room and threw one another down on the empty bed. On the other one, Mich and Kathy were naked, performing oral sex on one another very enthusiastically, very noisily.

I kissed Annie and as she returned the kiss, she again began rubbing her pussy against me. I felt myself getting too close again so I got onto my knees and started slowly kissing my way down her body. She kept trying to lift her body toward me, so I'd get to her pussy faster, but I took my time. I needed a minute for my balls to settle down.

Finally I got to her waist and pulled off her panties -- the first time I'd touched another woman's panties since I'd met Kathy -- and went straight for her pussy with my mouth. I'd barely tasted her wet pussy -- no exaggeration, it was thick and white like actual cream -- than she screamed. Literally screamed. "I was so hot, so fucking hot," she said in a fast whisper. "I'm not done. I need to cum again. Please." And with that, she pulled off my underwear and took my cock deep into her mouth, all at once.

I thrust my tongue as I deep as I could into Annie's pussy, and she was jerking about under me as I continued to eat her out. At the same time, oddly enough, she was sucking my cock slowly, almost calmly, as if she wanted to put off my own orgasm for as long as possible.

What she was doing with her mouth, lips and tongue felt incredible, so I was in no rush to cum.

Kathy and Mick must both have cum shortly after Annie screamed, because now they were lying on the other bed, Mick spooning Annie from behind, his hand gently caressing her breast, as they watched Annie and me. Another first for me: nobody had ever watched me having sex before.

It didn't take long after I started sucking on Annie's clit that she came again, letting my cock drop out of her mouth as she groaned loudly. Then after taking a moment to catch her breath, she took it back in her mouth and focuses entirely on me, several times bringing me to the brink of orgasm and then stopping, pretty much driving me crazy. Finally, when we both knew I wouldn't be able to hold out any longer, she took my cock out of her mouth, whispered "I'm sorry, I can't swallow, it makes me gag," and ran her tongue up the length of my shaft. When I started to cum, she pumped my cock with both hands and held it so that I came all over her upper chest, mostly her breasts. And I just kept cumming, maybe more than I'd ever cum at one time before, coating her breasts.

When I was finally done, I collapsed onto the bed next to her, and watched as she used both of her hands to massage my cum into her breasts. Them she brought one finger to her mouth. "Mmm, tasty," she said. "Maybe next time I will try to swallow it. Good thing I didn't try this time, though," she added with a smile. "a load like this would have drowned me."

She leaned over and kissed me, rubbing her breasts against me and getting my cum all over my chest hair. "I better take a fast shower," she said, evening the guest room bathroom. "My blouse is silk, and I'll ruin it if I put it on over all this -- or I'll have an embarrassing time when I bring it to the dry cleaner's, anyway." She grabbed my hand. "Join me," she said. "It's your cum, and besides you need washing up too."

The shower was hardly "fast." I spent a lot of time making sure Annie's breasts were sparkling clean, tasting each of them in turn to make sure I'd done a good job, then worked my way down her belly to her pussy.

Then she did my front, quickly attending to the cum she'd rubbed into my chest hair, then concentrating her efforts on making sure my cock was clean, massaging it several times with handsful of soap. Before long it was very clean, and very, very hard. I knew it wouldn't take much for me to make us both very messy again.

I turned her around, and began cleaning her back. She leaned back closer to me, pushing her back into my chest, and I moved my arms around her and began playing with her breasts again. My cock was pushing against her ass, and I wondered whether we'd be breaking the "no fucking" rule if I just eased my cock into her ass. It would have been so easy, my hard, soapy cock already so close to her little hole.

She began grinding herself against my hard cock, and I was just about to grab her butt cheeks, spread them apart, and slip my cock into her ass, when she bent over slightly and my cock slipped into her wet pussy. And then we both froze.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"Your cock's in my pussy."

"I know."

"We can't."

"I know."

Yet neither of us could move.

Finally she took a step forward, my cock slipping out of her pussy. Then she turned around, knelt in front of me, took my cock in her hand, and pulled it into her mouth. As she sucked, she dropped her other hand to her pussy and pushed two fingers inside, fucking herself good and hard.

I told her I was about to cum but instead of pulling away, she began to thrust her head against my body faster, fucking my cock with her face. She pushed another finger into her pussy and came just before I did, sucking my cock until she'd completely drained me.

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"And that was our night with Mick and Annie," Carl said. "And epilog... Annie never did put her shirt back on afterward: she ran home across both of our back yards topless."

I'd been so caught up in Carl's story, I was only half aware that I had a hand up Terry's shorts and was gently stroking his cock. I could have made him cum in a matter of seconds, but I didn't want him to cum in his pants -- and although the six of us were quite alone we were, after all, still just outside of the main house of the B&B.

Linda was lying on Larry's lap, his hand under her shirt holding a breast, her shirt hiked up just enough that we could tell she'd never gotten around to putting on a bra this morning.

"You never did it again?" Larry asked.

"We all felt a little bit weird around each other for a while afterward," Carl said. "And then I got really busy at work, and then Kathy was pregnant with C.C., and then my company offered me a big promotion here on the coast, and yada yada yada here we all are five years later."

"I'm concerned about things getting weird between us," Linda said.

"And it's kind of funny," I said: "You were telling us all about this soft-swing, how the whole point of it is 'no fucking,' and by the end of the story, correct me if I'm wrong, there was a cock slipping inside a pussy."

Linda giggled.

"Well," Carl said, "that wasn't supposed to happen."

"You think?" Linda said.

"You know what," I said, "I think this is something we girls should discuss on our own."

20

Since it was closest, we ended up in Kathy and Carl's room -- probably not the best place for a level-headed discussion about the soft-swapping plan, with the bedsheets still in disarray after this morning's adventure and the faint smell of sex still lingering, but that's not why we were really here. "What's the rest of the story?" Linda asked Kathy.

"What do you mean?"

"Kathy," I said, "We know you. When you found out about Carl's 'accident,' you would have ripped off his left ball; and when he told us all about it just now, you would have ripped off his right one. So what's missing?"

Kathy looked down, trying not to make eye contact with us. "If you don't want to tell us, we won't pry," I said.

"Carl can never know," Kathy said. "Nobody else can."

"Of course," Linda said.

"Okay..."

21

Do I have to tell you how hot it was watching Annie suck Carl's penis? [Kathy began] And all the time, while Mick and I were watching them, he was behind me, spooning me, his penis poking me in the lower back. It really didn't take long before he was completely hard again.

I pushed back against him, and his penis slid between my legs. I could feel the head of his penis almost nestling inside the folds of my pussy, and it felt so good, so naughty, so hot knowing that we couldn't fuck, but we could come so close.

By the time Carl was cumming all over Annie's tits, well, I was wondering what would be the big deal if I shifted my position a little bit, that's all it would have taken, and Carl's penis went inside of me. I mean, it'd already been inside my mouth. I'd already swallowed his cum. So if it went inside my pussy, just for a moment, then so what?

Maybe if I kept squirming against his penis, which felt so good anyway, it would happen on its own, without me having to make any decision.

I'm sure if Carl had any idea how wet Mick's penis was getting from sliding through my pussy juices, he never would have followed Annie to the shower.

As soon as they closed the bathroom door behind them I climbed on top of Mick and straddled him, wedging the shaft of his penis between my pussy lips. The head was facing straight up, of course, and again I was aware of how easy it would be for me to shift position just a bit, let the tip of his penis between my pussy lips, and then push down hard and drive his penis deep inside of me.

But I couldn't make that decision, so instead I crawled off of him and lay on my back, my legs spread, and let him make the decision. As if I were really leaving him with a choice, right? No man, that hard and that worked up and that close to cumming, is going to walk away from a woman who's lying there, her pussy wet, her legs wide open like a slut.

He never hesitated. He crawled on top of me and pushed his way inside of me with one hard stroke.

Swear to God, I was seeing stars. It's not that there was anything so special about Mick, honestly Carl is a much better lover, but I'd never had another man's penis inside me, just Carl -- and then Terry this morning,of course -- so this was hot and it was wicked, and I was loving every second of it.

He was fucking me hard and fast, because we didn't know how long it would take for Carl and Annie to return. I rarely cum twice in a row, and of course I'd just cum hard from Mick sucking at my pussy, but I came again, and it was good, and it was loud. I was loud, I mean. And that pushed Mick over the edge and grunting, never even slowing down his thrusts, he came. And came. Good God, hard to believe I'd already just swallowed a load of his cum.

When he finally rolled off of me, I had cum oozing out of my pussy. It certainly wouldn't have been a good idea to let Carl and Annie see this when they got back, and my first thought was to grab my panties and wipe myself clean with it -- but then I remembered my panties were lying in a field somewhere.

So when Carl and Annie came out of the bathroom, I dashed in past them, quickly so they couldn't see the cum now dripping down my legs, saying I really had to use the bathroom, and cleaned myself up.

22 Interlude: Mick and Annie

It had been almost a month after their adventure with Carl and Kathy. They'd been as surprised at how it had turned out as Carl and Kathy had been, but they had no regrets -- well, except that Annie really wished she could have watched Mick fill Kathy's pussy with his cum, it made her hot every time she thought about it, and she wished she and Carl had finished what they'd started in the shower. Carl's hot cum filling her own pussy...

They'd wanted to get together with Carl and Kathy again, and hopefully take things a step further (and even if not, that was okay; Carl and Kathy were still their best friends, after all, and they'd be more than happy to spend time time with them even without any group sex involved), but for the first week or so their friends had seemed a bit awkward around them; and then Carl's workload became crazy, his company going through some sort of reorganization, and Carl now knowing whether he'd keep his job, get laid off get shifted to a different branch office, or what. Poor guy.

So Mick and Annie gave them their space -- but they were hoping for another "adventure" sometime soon.

Tonight, Mick suggested they go out to eat, someplace nice. Annie decided to dress on the sexy side for him, and was thinking about wearing the same sheer blouse she'd worn to dinner with Carl and Kathy that night -- and then realized she hadn't seen it since she'd left it behind in their friends' car. She smiled when she remembered running home that night wearing nothing but her sandals and a short skirt with nothing underneath.

She chose a very tight, dangerously low-cut dress instead. Mick seemed to approve.

He took her to the same restaurant they'd gone to with Carl and Kathy. A few minutes after they were seated, the waitress came over. "Good evening," she said. "My name is Ronnie, and I'll be your -- oh, it's you," she said with a wide smile.

"Ronnie," Mick said, "I was hoping you'd be here tonight." He looked over at Annie, who nodded her head. "What time do you get off work tonight?"

"Just as soon as you finish your dinner," she said.



Summer Storm Ch. 05



23

Somehow, walking over to the lake that afternoon, we were more apprehensive than we'd been any other day during our vacation. We'd talked everything out, agreed to try "soft-swapping" -- basically fooling around with one another up to but not including actual sex -- but maybe it was the planning itself that was making us nervous: on one hand we could not longer blame anything we did on being "caught up in the moment" (and we'd been "caught up in" some damn hot moments so far this week), while on the other hand we weren't quite sure about the logistics of what came next.

Each couple spread out a large beach blanket, and we all settled in to sunbathe for a while. Linda, Kathy and I took off our tops without a second thought: we were all more than comfortable being topless by now, though the guys hadn't grown tired of seeing us all that way.

I took the suncream out of my bag and was about to hand the bottle to Terry, when I realized how to get the ball rolling: "Carl!" I called over to the next blanket. He looked up, and I tossed him the bottle. "Lotion me up?"

He glanced at Kathy, who nodded, and he came over to my blanket. Terry and Larry thought about it for a moment, deciding how to arrange it so they'd each join somebody else's wife, then Larry went over to Kathy, and Terry went to Larry's wife Linda.

I should confess here that I didn't feel as confident as I was acting: I'd chosen Carl instead of Larry because Carl and I had already been intimate. Which is a nice way of saying he'd fucked the hell out of me yesterday morning when he and I and Terry and Kathy had gotten "caught up in the moment."

I sighed as he massaged the suncream into my back. His hands wandered to my sides; but unlike his wife Kathy, my tiny boobs stayed entirely hidden under my body.

He worked his way down to my legs, pushing up against the bottom of my bikini panties. I wasn't wearing a thong, but this was the briefest bathing suit I owned (the bottoms, anyway), and he didn't have to sneak his fingers under the nylon very far to come very close to my pussy. Close enough that I let out a soft groan.

"Should I wait to do your front?" he asked me.

"Now," I said, rolling over on my back. As I watched him squeeze some more sunscreen into his palms, I thought back to how shy and nervous I was just a few days ago when my own husband was working sunscreen onto my chest with our friends nearby.

Carl went right to my boobs, massaging the cream into them. "I'm beginning to suspect you're not really interested in whether I get burned," I said.

"Busted," he said with a grin.

The other men had already moved on to their new partners' breasts as well, no great surprise, and Linda and Kathy were both moaning. Larry really seemed to be enjoying Kathy's super-sized boobs, and his own overly-endowed feature seemed to want to burst through his swimsuit. Larry and Kathy truly were the sort of duo you'd see in a porn film.

Sometime before this whole soft-swap experiment is done, I thought, I have to get that thing in my mouth.

Carl took his hands off my chest, moved up my body, and kissed me softly on the lips. Nice. We'd fucked the morning before, but we'd never kissed.

I pulled him closer, and kissed him harder. He ground his body into mine and he was so hard, I had to remind myself we were both still wearing bathing suits.

Oh, this soft-swap shit was going to be difficult: I remembered how good his cock felt inside of me yesterday, and dry-humping just wasn't going to do it for me.

Just then I heard sort of an "eeep!" from Linda, and I thought maybe Terry had done something to make her cum. I looked over and saw another couple, maybe a few years younger than us, putting down their towels about ten feet away from ours.

Linda, Kathy and I each tried to cover our breasts with our arms. Though Kathy would have needed much bigger arms.

"I'm sorry," the man said. He was a lanky guy, with curly dark hair that made him look younger than he was. "We didn't mean to startle you. We just checked in and they told us about the lake. We didn't realize until we got closer that you were... I mean..."

His wife, a small woman with long blonde hair and pert little breasts like mine (though wearing a bikini I wouldn't have dared wear at her age or at any age), rolled her eyes. "What Rob is trying to stammer out," she said, "is that we didn't know this was a topless lake. And he seems to be more than okay with it. Seriously, I know you guys thought you were alone here. Do you mind if we join you?"

We looked at one another, and finally Terry said "Sure."

"And Rob," she said, gesturing at her bikini top, "would you freak out if I..."

"Um..." he said. "I guess so. If you want."

She untied her top, which had barely covered anything but her nipples anyway, and by then my girlfriends and I had given up trying to cover our own assets.

Our guys were trying not to be obvious about staring at the girl's tits. How do you like that... already bored with ours and interested in the new pair!

Before they could see very much, though, she lay down on her front hiding them from sight. "You'll have to go easy on me," she said. "We've never done this sort of thing before."

"Neither had we until a few days ago," Kathy assured her. "In real life, we're three fairly boring couples."

The girl smiled. "I'm Ronnie," she said.

"Oh my god," Carl whispered to me. "She's the waitress from that time with Mick and Annie!"

"I can't believe it. Really?"

"Nah. Just messing with ya."

"You shit."

"I'm Linda," Linda said, and began to gesture toward Larry but stopped. We realized why: it was bad enough that Ronnie and Rob found us here topless and making out with one another, but she didn't want them to know we'd swapped spouses to do so. "And this is my husband Terry," she continued. Then she introduced the two other couples: Larry and Kathy, and me and Carl.

"This is the second time I've been 'your husband,'" Carl whispered to me.

And that's how we all stayed for the next hour or so: no more tit massages of course, no more dry humping (and none of whatever might have happened if Rob and Ronnie hadn't come by). There was kissing and touching, though, and after a while our new young friends showed some real affection toward one another; but I think it would have mortified them if Rob had touched Ronnie's breasts in front of us.

Ah, I thought, I remember when we were that shy and innocent. Four days ago.

24

We all walked back to the main building together, so to keep up appearances I went into Carl's room with him and Linda and Kathy went with Terry and Larry. "Well, now what?" I asked once we were inside.

"Well," Carl said, "Dinner's in an hour, so I guess we'll get back our spouses then. In the meantime..." He grabbed my t-shirt and lifted it over my head, leaving me naked except for my bikini panties again.

I pulled his t-shirt over his head, and pressed my body against his as I moved my mouth toward his. "Might as well try out this 'soft swap' business I guess," I said.

As we kissed, he reached down and untied my bikini bottoms and let them drop to the floor, then backed me up toward the bed.

"Carl, soft swap, remember?" There was nothing even resembling "soft" about Carl right now.

"It's nothing we haven't already done," he said. "I know you were thinking that too." He grabbed my ass, and ground his hard cock against me, covered only by his bathing suit, against my bare pussy.

"Carl," I whispered, "oh, fuck you, fuck you, you really can't be trusted doing soft swap, can you? You tried it twice, and both times you end up fucking."

"Both times?" he said with a smile.

I yanked down his swimsuit. "And I'm such a slut, I'm fucking you for the second time."

"You're not a slut," he said, pushing me down onto the bed. "You're an incredibly sexy woman, and I've wanted you since the day I met you."

He began caressing my nipples, while I put my hand around his cock. "So," I said in a teasing tone, "do you think the others are breaking the rules right now too?"

"I doubt it," he said. "Larry and Linda seemed pretty dead set against it."

"Yeah, well I seem to remember you and Kathy saying no more fucking, and here you are about to give me that nice cock of yours again."

"It's not that we're against it," he said. "And there's nothing wrong with me doing this. But Kathy can't right now --"

He stopped short, and at first I thought I was hearing a sexist double-standard, but then the nickel dropped. "Oh shit," I said, letting go of his cock. "You're trying to have another baby. And she's unprotected."

"Um... yeah."

"And Terry..." I didn't have to finish the thought: My husband had fucked the hell out his wife yesterday, and I could still remember seeing his cum oozing out of her pussy.

He nodded.

"We can't tell Terry," I said. "Whatever... happens next --" (meaning, though I didn't want to say the words, if Terry had knocked Kathy up) "-- if he knows, it'll just complicate... well, everything."

"We agree. Hell, even you weren't supposed to know, but I guess I didn't keep the secret very well."

And shit: speaking of secrets, I knew something I hoped he'd never find out: Kathy had fucked their friend Mick about 8 ½ months before C.C. was born. Which isn't conclusive of anything, of course, but it was possible that by next spring, Carl would have two children fathered by other men.

The mood was pretty much broken by then, so I put my bikini bottoms and t-shirt back on and we sat quietly until I got a text from Linda: "Ronnie&Rob fucking like bunnies next door. Let's get back 2 our husbands so we can do same"

A minute later, we were criss-crossing one another in the hallway. Kathy was wearing her t-shirt same as I was, but Linda was holding hers in her hand, giggling as she passed us. Her hair was dripping wet.

"Linda looked happy," I said to Terry when I got inside our room. His hair was also wet. "Larry's going to be surprised to see her show up half naked," I added. Actually, given the size of her bikini bottoms it was probably more like 95%. There was little doubt that her pussy was entirely shaved.

"Yeah," Terry said, "we gave that 'soft swap' thing a good try-out. How about you and Carl?"

"Not so much," I told him.

"How come?"

"It felt awkward somehow," I said, quickly composing a lie. "After we, you know, fucked yesterday, the whole soft-swap thing felt weird."

"You weren't tempted to... you know... cheat?"

"No. I mean yes, I guess, but... no we didn't. You and Linda didn't, did you?"

"No, we behaved. I mean, not behaved, but... we kept to the rules. No fucking."

I stripped off my t-shirt and lay on the bed. "Tell me."

"Well," he said, dropping onto the bed next to me, "as soon as we closed the door behind us, she pulled off her t-shirt. Like you just did, and then got onto the bed. I started massaging her breasts. Because you know how I like breasts," he added with a grin.

"And you've had three different pair of them in your hands since yesterday," I reminded him.

"Yeah," he said. "Life is good. I could feel how much sun cream she still had on them, so I suggested a quick shower. Because first of all, that's sexy. And also, less temptation to do something we shouldn't, because you know my knees aren't up to shower fucks anymore. We soaped one another up, and by the time she was done with my cock... let's just say if I weren't afraid of crippling myself, you probably couldn't have trusted my cock near her shaven pussy."

"You find that sexy?" I asked him.

"Yeah."

"Would you like it if I shaved myself like that?"

"Sure."

"You wouldn't think of Linda's pussy every time you looked at it?"

"I promise."

"It might be interesting to try it. Anyway, you and Linda in the shower."

"Okay, well, Linda apparently never hurt her knees playing basketball, and as soon as she'd finished playing with my cock, and saw how hard it was, she crouched down and took it in her mouth. You know, you're the only woman who'd ever sucked my cock before today."

I hadn't known that.

"We knew we might not have much time, and that point I don't think I could have held out more than a couple of minutes anyway, what with all the fooling around earlier. She sucked me really deep -- I guess it was pretty easy for her after all this time sucking Larry's monster, but it's probably a good thing I didn't think about that at the time -- and kept sucking as I came. Well, you know how I like that.

"Of course she assumed I'd return the favor afterward but, you know, my knees... so I took her hand and led her out the bathroom, both of us still dripping wet, into the bedroom and onto the bed. And went right for her pussy. And yeah," he added with a sheepish grin, "I would like to try eating your pussy when it's shaven. Anyway, I figured out quickly enough that instead of me thrusting my tongue into her pussy, the way you like it, she likes to have her clit gently sucked. Just as I really getting started, we began hearing Ronnie and Rob, who are right next door, fucking their brains out."

"I can't think why," I said, "after watching the six of us making out, and then all us girls lying there almost naked."

"Yeah..." he said with a smile.

I didn't mention that Rob was visibly erect almost the whole time we were out there, and I'd had fantasies of climbing on top of him and grinding my thin bikini bottom against his hard bulge until we both came.

"After a while I had her thrashing about," he continued, "and finally she came. Loudly enough that I'm sure Rob and Ronnie heard her. And almost as soon as she was done cumming, she pulled me on top of her, my chest against her breasts, our faces almost touching, and she kind of bit down on her lower lip and said 'Terry, what makes me cum like crazy is when I fuck right after I get my pussy eaten. Please, Terry, fuck me.'"

"You fucked her?" I asked him quietly.

"Of course not," he said. "I wouldn't do that, after we all promised. But I also didn't want to seem like I was rejecting her, so I said 'Linda, you and Larry felt so strongly about not doing that with anybody else, remember?' 'It's okay,' she said. 'No,' I said, 'you say that now, but you'll regret it afterward. Let Larry do the honors. I'm sure he's more than ready.' And then tapped something into her cell phone -- I guess texting you and Kathy -- then pulled on her bikini bottoms, grabbed her t-shirt, and dashed out the door without even putting it on. I'm surprised she didn't run the two of you over."

"It was close," I said. I pulled off my own bikini bottoms. "I'm proud of you for your self-control; and I didn't get any action, so I think we owe one another one hell of a fuck right now." And without waiting for a response, I climbed on top of him and thrust my wet pussy down onto his hard cock, and proceeded to fuck him like an animal. Even before we both came, we gave Rob and Ronnie a sound show they weren't going to soon forget.

24

As we waited at the big dining room table for dinner, I for one was feeling all tingly again as Kathy and Larry told us what they'd been up to after the lake. No big surprise: with Larry's porn-star cock, and Kathy's large, firm breasts, it was inevitable that they'd try a titty-fuck. Kathy described how she'd coated Larry's cock with Lube -- Larry and Linda always brought lube with them, for obvious reasons -- and how it felt as he slid the thing between her breasts ("it was like fucking a big, soft pussy," Larry added), and how with each stroke the head of his cock came close to touching her mouth.

And then finally he came, spraying cum all over the lower half of her face, and between her breasts. "I still have a few drops of cum in my cleavage," she said. "Kept it as a souvenir."

I swear, you could almost see all three men get erect when they heard that. And I knew my panties had just gotten a little bit wetter.

Our stories came to a sudden halt when Ronnie and Rob came over and sat at the table with us. Neither of them were quite able to look us in the eyes, probably because they'd heard us fucking earlier, and they knew we'd heard them.

While Rob and Ronnie told us how they'd met, I snuggled a little closer to Terry and "accidentally" brushed my hand against his still-hard cock (I'm sure Ronnie's short shirt, tied in a knot under her breasts, hadn't helped matters any). I don't think anybody else could have noticed this quick touch, but it was evident that Carl was glancing down at his wife's cleavage (Kathy's blouse was open at least one button further down than it was designed to be), probably trying to catch a glimpse of Larry's cum.

"I'm sorry," Rob interrupted himself, "I don't quite have all your names straight, but... wasn't it you and you [he pointed to Carl and me] the married couple? And then, uh, you two [Terry and Linda] and you two [Larry and Kathy]?"

"Well, actually," Carl began

"Yes," Linda cut him off. "But, well... this is embarrassing, but we're all close friends and we decided we'd try swapping. So I'm with Larry for the night."

Stunned silence. From all seven of us. Then I got up and said "Linda, outside please."

Once I had her away from everybody else, I asked her "What the fuck??"

"I didn't want them to know we'd lied to them this morning."

"So you lied to them right now?"

"But it was the perfect solution, don't you see? Now we have an excuse to be back with our spouses. I don't know about you, but I want to get fucked tonight. And not by your husband."

"So now they think we're swingers."

"Who cares what they think? In a couple of days we'll never see them again. And we are swingers. Just soft swingers."

"Okay," I said slowly. "I guess this all does make sense."

"Damn right."

"But somehow, I just know it, this is all going to blow up in our faces and get very, very messy."

25

And it did.



Summer Storm Ch. 06



So... Carl and Kathy, Larry and Linda, and Terry and I went off to a B&B for a week. Our second day there, during a long hike after a brief storm, the other women and I sort of dared one another to remove our shirts. The guys seeing our boobs didn't make the world come to an end, and the three of us because pretty blasé about sunbathing topless. Which somehow led to us having sex in one another's presence and then, though none of us planned it, Carl and I and Terry and Kathy fucking one another. In the same bed.

After that we decided to take a step back: Larry and Linda said they didn't want to swap, and Carl and Kathy said they didn't want to do it again (which I later found out was because Kathy was trying to get pregnant, and was both unprotected and at her most fertile; but I was sworn to secrecy about this, even from my husband) -- on the other hand, everybody was okay with soft-swapping, that is to say all manner of fooling around other than actual fucking.

So there we were by the B&B's private lake, thinking we were alone, all of us half naked and making out like crazy with somebody else's spouse, when along come the B&B's newest guests, Ronnie and Rob. And then came the first face-saving lie: telling them Carl (which was dry-humping me at the time) was my husband, etc. etc.

Which was fine, until Ronnie and Rob saw us later on being very cozy with our actual spouses. So not wanting to confess our first lie, Linda told them we'd decided to try wife-swapping: so now we could have sex with our actual spouses, while pretending that our actual spouses weren't our actual spouses.

Confused yet?

Imagine how we felt!

26

That night, we all went dancing, at a club several towns over. We invited Ronnie and Rob to join us, of course, since they were the only other guests at the B&B (and once you've sunbathed topless with people, and you've heard them fucking in the next room, you sort of have a bond with them). With eight of us going, we took two cars: I went with my "husband" Carl in Carl and Kathy's car, along with Linda and Terry. Larry and Kathy followed in Ronnie and Rob's car.

Kathy, Linda and I were all dressed... okay, "slutty" wouldn't really be accurate, but we'd each brought an outfit along that we hadn't expected to actually wear. We probably would have worn them tonight anyway, since the plan had been to hit the club and fool around with one of our friends' husbands. And now that Ronnie and Rob had thrown a monkeywrench into that plan, well... none of us were over the hill by any means, but Ronnie was several years younger, apparently didn't own any tops that covered her midriff, and just exuded sex. We girls hadn't discussed the fact beforehand, but we all wanted to make sure we looked as hot as we could.

"Well, Linda," Terry said as we drove, in a poor Oliver Hardy imitation,"this is another fine mess you've gotten us into."

"Fuck you," Linda said, with the accompanying hand gesture.

"Sorry," he said. "Soft-sex only."

"Seriously," Carl said, "it's not that I'll mind making out with Kathy tonight -- I can't believe she's actually wearing that outfit in public -- but I was kind of looking forward to a little adventure tonight."

"With my wife, you mean," Terry said.

"Well, yeah. Can you blame me?"

"Guys," I said, "you're overlooking the obvious."

"Just telling Ronnie and Rob the truth?" Carl asked.

"No, we're too many lies past that. But look, they think we're each married to whoever we we were fooling around with this morning, and fooling around with our real spouses. But why not just tell them we've decided to swap in the other direction tonight? Me with Larry, you Carl with Linda, and Terry with Kathy. And that'll actually be true."

"Duh," Linda said approvingly.

"That's so incredibly logical," Terry said, "it just might work."

27

When we got to the club, I took Larry to the side, and Terry took Kathy to the side, and we told them what the new plan was. Carl and Linda, and Ronnie and Rob, went directly to the bar, then to the dance floor.

Ronnie, just to give you an idea, was wearing an off-one-shoulder crop top, and a skirt that showed her thong panties every time she spun around. Kathy wore a dress with a neckline that scooped down low enough to show off not only an impressive amount of breast, but a sheer bra as well, almost down to her nipples.

I felt positively schoolmarmish is a short sundress -- with no bra, of course -- and Linda had on a tight sleeveless blouse with a strapless Wonderbra that turned her breasts into dangerous weapons.

Let's be honest: the guys weren't going to complain no matter which one of us they ended up with.

Turns out my "date" Larry loves to dance. So do I (Terry, not so much) . We worked up quite a sweat on the dance floor -- and I worked up a bit of extra sweat each time Larry brushed against me: the feel of his cock made me regret the fact that we'd agreed on only "soft swapping," because I wanted so badly to have that thing inside me.

Yes, that's objectifying. Yes, it's as sexist to make those comments about a man for the size of his penis as it is to make those comments about a woman about the size of her breasts. But oh my god, what a package on that man!

Larry and I were actually attracting the attention of some of the other dancers, and when I glanced over at Ronnie, it looked like she was getting a bit jealous. I smiled, pleased that I was getting noticed over this younger -- and, yes, sexier -- woman, and then I realized that Ronnie had interpreted my smile as gloating. Which it wasn't.

She whispered something to Rob, and the two of them started dancing a lot more energetically, as only a young couple in great shape can dance. Not a lot of style, but with every jump, and each time Rob lifted her, she showed her tiny thong to the crowd. Great ass, I couldn't help thinking.

Well, I have my own moves, and I turned my share of heads when I twirled about, exposing my own brief, silk panties.

Who'd have imagined, a few days ago, that I'd be deliberately showing off my panties to a room full of strangers?

Ronnie began to dance more sensuously, sexually, as if she were fucking Rob even though they were both upright and at least a foot apart. He seemed to be surprised, aroused and flustered, all at once.

She threw her arms up over head as she danced, and the movement pulled the bottom of her shirt high enough that it uncovered the very bottoms of her breasts. Not very much, just the swells of her breasts; she was nowhere close to showing her areolae or nipples, which made sense: I'd known Ronnie for less than a day, and I'd already figured out that she loved to dress provocatively, to tease, but always managed not to actually expose herself.

She did have such cute boobs, though, and I wondered what it would take to goad her into showing them off in public.

Hey... stranger things have happened on this vacation, as the dozens of people who saw my lace panties can attest.

When we got back to our booth, I snuggled close to Larry and kissed him. We'd already enjoyed a long session of dirty dancing; but since he didn't know until moments before we'd hit the dance floor that the two of us were a "couple" for the evening, we'd never gotten to kiss.

Terry and Kathy and Carl and Linda had apparently already gotten much better acquainted while the rest of us were dancing. Linda's short skirt was pretty tight -- she obviously hadn't packed it with dancing in mind -- and though our booth was in a fairly dark corner of the club, I was pretty certain that Carl's hand was resting under that skirt.

Terry, I suspected, having fucked Kathy the day before, would have been happy to fuck her again tonight, soft-swap agreement or not. I couldn't entirely blame him, since we'd both been willing to switch partners again if everybody else had agreed.

Ronnie was all over Rob: literally. She was on his lap kissing him and from his reaction he liked it a lot, but it wasn't something he was accustomed to.

Larry glanced around to make sure nobody else could really see what was going on at our booth, then placed a hand on my breast. Over my dress, of course -- but it's a thin dress, with no bra, so I could feel the warmth of his hand. And a growing wetness in my panties.

This overt fondling was definitely an escalation. Ronnie caught my eye, grabbed a very surprised Rob's hand and slid it under her crop top, then moaned as he began to rub her bare breast. His arm was pushing up the bottom of her shirt just enough to expose almost the entire bottom half of the breast.

Carl, emboldened by this, began to more obviously rub Linda underneath her tight skirt. Seeing this, Kathy suddenly jumped up and walked toward the bathroom. Carl didn't notice her leaving, and I wondered whether she was upset -- but I was fairly distracted by the fact that Larry was kissing my upper chest now, working his way down to the scooped top of my sundress, and he had one hand on one of the dress's narrow straps, as if wondering what to do with it.

Kathy came back a moment later and even in the dim light, it was obvious that there was no longer a bra underneath her dangerously low-cut dress. She sat back down next to Terry, who put a finger just below her neck, then moved it down and slowly traced her décolletage. Without the bra, Kathy's breasts were on display almost down to the nipples.

By now, Ronnie was grinding her thong-covered pussy against Rob's crotch, clearly willing to -- and wanting to -- cum in front of all of us; and Rob had both hands on her breasts, pushing her shirt high enough that only his hands were covering them from our view.. A voice in the back of my head told me that this competitive thing between the six of us and Ronnie and Rob was getting way out of control, and that any minute either Terry was going to pull down the top of Kathy's dress, exposing her breasts, or Larry was going to untie the straps on my sundress, letting it fall to my waist. Or both.

And then suddenly, "Uh... excuse me?" It was our waitress, a curvy young girl probably just out of her teens. Ronnie slid off Rob's lap, and all the men withdrew their hands from wherever they'd been. "Listen, I'm fine with what you guys are doing, and maybe about to do... actually it's making me hot as hell... but some of the other customers have been noticing, and they're mostly cool with it, but sooner or later somebody's going to complain to me or my manager, and you know..."

"It's okay," Terry said. "Thanks for letting us know."

"Maybe we should get back 'home,'" Linda said after the waitress left. "Will you be going back too?" Linda asked Ronnie and Rob.

Which puzzled me for a moment, and then I realized what she was really saying: she was subtlely reminding Ronnie and Rob that there was still the six of us, and then there was them.

27

Since all eight of us were indeed going back at the same time, we split off into two cars again. This time, Larry and I -- since he'd become my partner for the evening -- ended up in the back seat of Ronnie and Rob's car.

Once we were on the road, Rob gave Ronnie a meaningful look. She nodded, then turned around. "Listen, I think I owe all you guys an apology. Especially you," she added, meaning me.

"How do you mean?" I asked her.

"I was a little bit jealous of you guys," she said. "We have friends, but we don't have any friends close enough that we'd do... anything you guys have been doing. And I wanted to fit in, and I tried to do it by acting in a way that's really unlike me. And I think I goaded you guys into going further than you normally would have."

"No, not really," I said.

"Well, kinda," Larry said.

"I don't know where we would have ended up if the waitress hadn't come over and cooled us down. I know Rob was only seconds away from cumming in his pants."

"We could have left out that last detail, hun," Rob said under his breath.

"I know we can't be part of your Gang of Six," Ronnie said. "But we're going to be here for the next three days, and I'd like us all to be friends."

Larry and I exchanged glances. "Sure," I said, "I'm sure we'd all like that. And remember, we're not normally like this either. We're just using this week to let loose a bit. Though we are trying to keep things in some sort of bounds." Such as not bringing people we barely know into our soft-swapping game.

"We understand that," Ronnie said.

And I noticed that the way she was leaning over into the backseat, her top had billowed out enough that Larry could look straight down her shirt. And he was.

This could turn out badly, I thought.



Summer Storm Ch. 07



Kathy dozed almost the entire way to the B&B: this was her first real break since the twins were born -- and if Carl behaved himself, tonight would be her first full night's sleep in months.

The drive up was a lot more comfortable this year than last: after the babies were born, she and Carl bought a minivan, one of those big-ass vehicles every suburban family seemed to have back when gas was $2 a gallon. With the child seat and the two infant seats left behind -- along with the three kids, at their grandma's house -- the six of us had plenty of room.

We knew this was also going to be Ronnie's first time away from her three-month-old. We hadn't actually seen Ronnie and Rob in a year, but we stayed in touch through e-mail, Facebook and Skype. I assumed they'd reserved a separate room for Marie.

Hard to believe it's already been a year, I thought, as I began to doze off myself. Seems like just a little while ago that we were all walking through the back door of the B&B, trying to be quiet so not to wake up the hosts...

28

We weren't drunk by any means -- we'd each had one drink at the club and one more at the bar we'd stopped at afterward -- but two drinks, plus all of us being tired, plus all of having been overly stimulated (okay, "horny as hell") were making us all a bit punchy.

Ronnie, being the smallest of us physically, was so dead on her feet that she stumbled over to the couch in the den, curled herself up on it, and immediately fell asleep.

Rob shrugged, hoisted her over her shoulder like a sack of flour, and began carrying her down the hallway, her skirt flipped up over her belly, exposing her tiny thong panties. "I don't suppose you'll be hearing much noise from our room tonight," he said mournfully.

"I bet he wishes he had swapping privileges," I giggled to Carl. How the hell had I ended up with Carl's arm around me? We were definitely all a little bit out of it.

Larry helped Rob with the door to his room, Rob carried Ronnie inside, and then the door closed and locked behind them. The six of us looked at one another. "So," Terry finally said, "our own rooms, or what?"

"I think Carl claimed dibs on me," I said.

"I'm not settling for anything less than a fuck tonight," Linda announced, "so I'm taking my guy."

And that left Terry with Kathy, and the breasts that he and the other guys and most of the men at the bar had been staring at for most of the night: she'd never put her bra back on, and had been showing off an impressive amount of chest. And had been, I was fairly certain, one good sneeze away from a wardrobe malfunction.

Carl and I went into his and Kathy's room, stripped off our clothing, and fell into bed together. We'd actually been naked together so much over the past few days, I felt completely comfortable with him.

We kissed lazily, too tired to work up much passion just yet. But I had a feeling we were going to get there soon enough.

He stroked my breasts softly, and I smiled. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing. It's just interesting how much you seem to like my tiny breasts, considering how big and perfect Kathy's are."

"I'll tell you a secret," he said. "I'm very particular about breasts. I only like three kinds: small, medium, and large. Anything else, just not interested."

I rolled over on my side, facing him; he did the same, and we kissed. His hard cock was pressed between my belly and his. After a few minutes I reached between us and moved it so that it was facing down, and now as we kissed his shaft was rubbing against my clit and the head of his cock was sliding across my lips, spreading my pussy juices around the whole region. And there was a lot of pussy juices.

Finally, he rolled me onto my back, and moved his body between my legs. I gestured with my head toward the wall separating our room and the one in which our spouses were. He nodded: we'd have to be quiet.

He slid his cock very slowly into my wet pussy, so not to make the bed squeak. I had the more difficult part, not screaming out. Yesterday's fuck was spontaneous and hot: but him pushing himself slowly into me right now and sensual and delicious. It felt as if he were just going deeper and deeper into me, and was never going to stop.

And then he was pulling out of me, just as slowly, and I could see my thick juices sticking to the sides of his cock.

He continued to fuck me, slow motion torture. After a couple of minutes I needed to cum, but I couldn't: not until he started fucking me just a little bit faster. Instead, I was just on the edge, and I could see that knowing this was turning Carl on even more. He was getting harder and harder as he slow-fucked me.

"Faster, please," I said under my breath.

"We have to be quiet, remember?" he teased.

"You have ten seconds to make me cum," I told him, "or I swear we're done for the night and you and your dick are on your own."

Now that he understood that the game was over, he started fucking me with hard, fast strokes, and it took only four of them until I came hard, my body shaking as if I were having a seizure. It's lucky I was able to grab a pillow and shove it against my mouth in time, otherwise the whole building would have heard me scream. Carl came while I was shaking, but honestly I barely noticed.

I realized, once Carl had withdrawn from my pussy and was lying by my side, that since we'd promised to only engage in "soft swapping" with one another, I was now officially an adulterer. And I really didn't care about that either.

And that before the night was over, I'd done it again.

I don't know what it was... I'd already had more sex this week than in the past few months put together, and the more I had, the more I wanted. I'd already fucked Carl even though I'd promised not to, and I probably wouldn't hesitate if I had the opportunity to do it with Larry. Or even Rob.

Shit, even the waitress at the club last night was looking pretty good to me.

29

When I left Carl and Kathy's room in the morning, to go back to my own room to change clothing, I ran into Ronnie and Rob, who were just coming out their own room, heading downstairs for breakfast. We exchanged good mornings, and Ronnie asked me why I was still wearing my dress from last night (though I'd stuffed my panties into my purse). "I... uh... promised Terry a goodnight kiss last night, and he never got it, so I'm going to his room to give it to him now."

"But you just came from your own room. Why haven't you changed?"

My follow-up lie was interrupted by Kathy coming from the other direction. "You promised Carl a goodnight kiss too?" I asked her before anybody else could say anything."

"Sure, right," Kathy said. Rob noticed right away that she still wasn't wearing her bra.

We parted ways, and I let myself into our room with the key that Ronnie and Rob had no idea I had. "Aargh!" I said as soon as I shut the door behind me.

"What's wrong?" Terry asked.

"We've wandered into a fucking Moliere play," I said. I was about to add "with actual fucking, at least," then stopped myself. I pulled off my dress, leaving myself naked other than my sandals. "Did you behave yourself last night?" I asked him.

"Of course not. But I played by the rules. Barely."

"Oh?" I said, picking out my clothing for the day.

"Well, our Kathy was one horny girl last night. She had to go to the bathroom when we got back, and she told me to be naked by the time she got back. Then she jumped onto the bed, lift up her dress -- her panties were gone -- and just mounted me."

"You mean you..."

"No, she settled in right next to my cock, grabbed it, and started rubbing the head of it against her clit. Really hard. She was using my cock to jerk herself off and you know, I should have felt used, but it was so fucking hot. And I thought she was going to 'accidentally' push my cock into her pussy, but she didn't."

"And would you have let her?" I teased.

"Well, let's just say it didn't happen and leave it at that, okay? Hey, Carl and Kathy were the ones who said no more fucking, right? Anyway, before long I came all over her pussy, her clit, and inside of her dress, and as she kept rubbing my cock all over her down there, she came too. Then she took off her dress -- which is going to require an embarrassing trip to the cleaners, as Amy said -- and we took a shower together to clean up. No fooling around in the shower, not much anyway, and we fell asleep pretty much as soon as we got back to the bed."

"How dull."

He shrugged. "Well," he said, "I did wake up with my cock in her mouth, so that was nice. And then I had her turn around so I could eat out her pussy while she finished me off. "Don't worry," he said, as he got up and kissed me, "I brushed my teeth afterward."

I was dressed by now and ready to go; I wanted to get out of there before he asked me too much about my night, since I didn't want to have to lie.

30

If Ronnie and Rob hadn't been eating breakfast with us, we'd probably all have compared notes about the night before; so it was a good thing they were.

When the meal was over, and we were discussing our plans for the day, Ronnie said she wanted to go running this morning. It was something she tried to do every day, either around her neighborhood or on a treadmill at the gym, and she didn't want to miss a day. "Any of you also runners?" she asked.

"I run some," I said. "I'll join you."

"Great," she said. "Let's get changed so we don't finish up too late."

"You go ahead," I said. "I just have to talk to Carl for a minute first."

She left the fining room and "my husband" said "What's up?"

I went over to him and whispered in his ear. "Nothing; but I wanted her to be in her room before I got upstairs, so she wouldn't see which room I went into."

After giving Ronnie a brief head start, I went upstairs to our room and quickly rummaged through my suitcase for appropriate running wear. Finally I came up with a tank top and a short denim skirt, which probably wouldn't be on the recommended list in any runner's magazine: the top was lacking in support even for me, and the skirt... well, I guess it was no worse than a tennis skirt. Of course, you don't usually wear tennis shirts with going-on-vacation-with-your-husband panties...

Anyway, I didn't have a lot of time to contemplate my outfit. I changed quickly, locked the door behind me, and went down the hall to knock on Ronnie's door.

"I see one of us thought ahead," I said, when I saw what she was wearing: a sports bra, and very light-weight nylon running shorts, the type with the built-in panty. By "sports bra," I actually mean a fairly narrow strip of lycra, designed less to offer support than to cover a pair of small breasts. I suspected this was the closest thing to a bra that either of us had packed.

"I usually stick to slow runs," she said as we walked down the stairs. "I'm not training to win any races. Is that okay with you?"

"More than okay," I said. I was like a twice-a-month runner, and I wasn't looking to kill myself. "If we turn left from the front door," I told her, "there's a open field and in about two miles, what looks like an abandoned farmhouse." I knew, because we'd passed it the other day just before Kathy, Linda and I had stripped off our shirts.

"Sounds like a good destination." she agreed. We got to the edge of the field, and began our stretching. I quickly realized that a tank top and a short denim skirt were seriously inappropriate for stretching exercises; but fortunately it was just the two of us, and there was nothing here she hadn't already seen yesterday.

Those first two miles were a good run -- though more for Ronnie than for me, because she was a serious runner and knew what she was doing, and I was just a woman who ran sometimes. By the time we reached the farmhouse, her skin was glowing and I was sweating like a pig.

"Time to turn around and head back?" Ronnie asked.

"Time to stop and rest, how about," I said.

Ronnie laughed. "Okay."

What I really wanted to do was stretch out on the ground and relax all my muscles before the return trip; but we were in the middle of a field and I was paranoid about ants or something worse crawling into my hair.

Well, we're alone, I thought, and pulled my tank top over my head, rolled it up, and used it as a pillow. "Good plan," Ronnie said, peeling off her sports bra. "And this oversized band-aid isn't the most comfortable thing in the world anyway."

My skirt was hiked up to my waist, exposing more of my upper leg than any of my bikini bottoms, and the sun felt good against my skin. We lay there quietly for a few minutes, until I noticed Ronnie looking at me.

"Sorry," she said when she realized I knew she'd been staring. "I'm sorry. I don't want this to sound weird or anything..." She sat up. "I know it's silly, but I've always been a little self-conscious about my size. My boobs. I know Rob loves them, but, you know, it's just how girls are brought up to think. And where we live... well, we mostly hang out with Rob's friends from work and their wives, and they all have money, and the wives all have these boob jobs, so... well, I just don't come into contact with women who have Ronnie-sized boobs. Certainly not naked like this."

"And?" I asked.

She smiled. "Well fuck, I'm hot," she said. "I mean, you are -- not offense."

"Certainly none taken."

"So I see how Rob really does like me the way I am. I mean, I knew that, but..."

"I hear you," I said.

"I sound like a babbling idiot, I know," she said.

No, I thought, you sound like a girl who just turned into a woman. "Ready to head back," I asked.

"In a minute," she said. "Can I ask you a personal question? Not about boobs?"

"Guess so."

"This swapping thing the six of you are doing... I can't figure out whether you're just fooling around, or actually, um..."

"Fucking?"

"Yeah, that. I just keep getting mixed signals."

"Well... let's just say that we have rules in place, and the rules say no fucking."

"Got it. The whole thing is just, well, intriguing, but so different from anything I've experienced. Well, all of this is. Before yesterday, only two men have ever seen me topless, and by last night I was almost exposing myself to the entire club. And I've never had sex with anybody other than Rob."

"Ronnie," I said, "I told you yesterday, this is new territory for us as well. Until this week, I'd never had sex with anybody but Terry."

"Terry??" she asked. "You mean Carl, don't you?"

"Oh, shit."

"What?"

"Shit, shit, shit."

"I don't get it."

"Okay, I fucked up. Let me tell you the whole truth." And I did, starting with "When you're hiking through open fields and the temperature's approaching the mid-90s, you might think that a few minutes of heavy rain will cool off both the afternoon heat and your sweating body. Of course, you'd be wrong," and ending with the moment Ronnie and Rob joined us by the lake (leaving out Kathy's confession, of course).

Halfway through the story, I noticed that Ronnie's hand had found its way to her shorts and she was lightly stroking herself through the thin, smooth nylon. Her eyes were closed, she was drowsy from the run and the sun, and I'm sure she had no idea she was even doing it.

Well, as long as her eyes were closed anyway...

Making sure not to miss a beat in my story, I slipped one hand into my panties and dipped it very gently into the wetness of my own pussy: not enough to make myself cum, though I desperately wanted to, but just enough to keep myself on edge and add a little passion to my story.

If I could be sure how long Ronnie would be keeping her eyes closed, I'd have slipped off my panties entirely, leaving me essentially naked in the warm sun. I decided that was something I'd like to do before the week was through.

At the same time, half asleep and horny, Ronnie was also making a decision about what she wanted to do before the week was through.

When I was done with Carl's story about how he "accidentally" fucked Annie in the shower (which made me wet as hell, and forced me to thrust my finger deep into my pussy a couple of times, even though I knew I shouldn't), I took my hand out of my panties and closed my eyes so Ronnie would think I hadn't seen what she was doing. "I looked over and saw another couple," I said, "maybe a few years younger than us, putting down their towels about ten feet away from ours. And of course, that was you and Rob."

The story over, Ronnie suddenly became more aware of her surroundings and realized she'd been playing with herself right in front of me. She glanced over at me quickly, and was relieved to see that my eyes were closed and therefore I hadn't noticed anything (of course, my eyes were open just enough that I could see all this).

"Okay," she said, "at least it all makes sense to me now. I can tell all this to Rob, right?"

"Of course. The whole deception was Linda's crack-inspired plan anyway. It'll make everybody's lives a lot easier once you and Ron know the truth."



Summer Storm Ch. 08



We'd barely deposited out luggage in our rooms and come downstairs when Ronnie and Rob drove up. Kathy, surprisingly enough, ran over to greet Ronnie first. They hadn't really spent much time together the last time we were all here; but they were both new mothers, and that was a bond.

"I fucking hate you," Kathy said after they hugged.

"What?"

"Look at you," Kathy said. "Three months after giving birth, and you're in the same shape you were in last summer. Except with more boobs. While I'm still a cow."

"Kathy, you look great," Ronnie said. And she was right: Kathy was curvy a year ago, and she was curvy now. Perhaps with a bit of weight she'd still like to get rid of, but a lot of that was in her breasts because she was still nursing. She was "a cow" like Marilyn Monroe was a cow.

Robbie and Rob introduced us to Marie, their live-in nanny, whom they were treating to a paid vacation because Ronnie's mother had insisted she could take care of Baby Becky herself. "How come when we had a nanny for a week, she looked like Ernest Borgnine?" Terry whispered to me.

I elbowed him in the ribs, but he was right: Marie was a beautiful 19-year-old Asian woman, a nursing student who'd been working for Ronnie and Rob since her summer break began two months earlier.

Then Rob said, "Marie, would you go inside and check us all in, please? We'll be with you in a moment." When she was gone, he said, "There's something I wanted to discuss with the six of you, something I really didn't want to get into on the phone or online."

"Sounds serious," Carl said. "Is everything okay?"

Terrible possibilities ran through my head: marriage trouble, something wrong with Baby Becky...

"No," Rob said, "everything's fine, really. We're good, the baby's great. It's just that..." he looked over at Ronnie who smiled sheepishly. "When I was sixteen, I got the mumps." I glanced over at Terry, Carl and Larry. They knew what was coming. "I'm sterile."

And I thought of my Famous Last Words to Ronnie a year earlier: "It'll make everybody's lives a lot easier once you and Ron know the truth"...

31

We were so thoroughly cooled down from our run, Ronnie and I decided to walk back to the B&B rather than start running again and risk hurting ourselves. Since I'd told Ronnie how we'd all walked back to the B&B topless after the storm the other day, she suggested that she and I do the same today. Since her sports bra and my tank top were both soaked through with sweat, it seemed like a good idea.

As we walked, we chatted of course. Ronnie wanted to know whether I'd left anything out: had any of we women fooled around together? I assured her we hadn't, though of course I had left things out: Kathy's secret, because it wasn't mine to tell, and the fact that Carl and I had broken the rules and fucked twice last night.

We suddenly saw in the distance some people running toward us, and we both scurried to get our tops back on. I managed to get myself decent, but Ronnie, in her haste, got herself tangled up in the sports bra's straps. "Hang on," I told her. "It's just Terry and Rob."

She pulled her top back off just as the men reached us. "Where were you?" Rob said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"We were worried," Terry said, hugging me. "You said you'd be back in a couple of hours. I mean --" he said, glancing over at Ronnie.

"It's okay," I told him. "Ronnie knows everything."

"So does Rob," Terry said. "I had to explain why I was anxious to find you."

"Sorry," I said. "We got to talking. I guess we both forgot to bring a cell phone."

Rob kissed Ronnie, then backed off a bit to look at her, naked except for a pair of skimpy running shorts, her skim damp with sweat. He clearly liked what he saw.

I pulled my top back off, and Terry put an arm around my waist as we started back to the B&B. Before long his hand had worked its way down to my ass -- and since my skirt was so short, his hand was soon on my almost-bare cheek.

Next to us, Ronnie was giving Rob's cock occasional light rubs as they walked, and Ron's cock was responding by creating an obvious bulge in his shorts. Ronnie glanced over at me and smiled, knowing that I was noticing.

I was very aware of the fact that Rob's was the only cock I hadn't seen this week, and I wouldn't have been at all unhappy if she'd yanked down his shorts and shown it to me.

Terry's hand was inside my panties now, and he was feeling the evidence of how wet I'd been earlier. I stopped walking, because it's difficult to walk alongside somebody who had half of his finger up your pussy.

Ronnie and Rob had stopped walking too, and were openly watching us. I was pretty sure they'd never seen another couple having sex right in front of them, and I was equally certain that Terry and I were about to do just that.

Rob moved behind Ronnie, and was clearly rubbing his cock against he back of her thin nylon shorts as he reached around and started teasing her nipples. Her nipples got big and hard like mine do, and even I was a little turned on looking at them.

Terry reached his other hand under my skirt, and eased my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, leaving me completely naked other than my socks and sneakers, and a very short skirt -- and with Terry's hands under my skirt, it was raised enough that Rob could see most of my pussy.

I didn't want to wait another minute, and I certainly didn't want something to happen to interrupt us. I rolled my shirt back into a pillow, and lay back down in the grass. Terry had his shorts and underwear off before I was even fully down on the ground, then climbed on top of me and began kissing me deeply. As if either of us really needed any foreplay.

Then suddenly I felt somebody take my hand. It was Ronnie. "Hold on," she said.

"What?"

"What you told me before about you and Terry being open to swapping, but your friends didn't want to?" She glanced over at Rob, who seemed confused for a moment, then smiled at her. "We're game if you are," she said, easing her shorts down her legs.

I realized that everybody was looking at me to make a decision.

A million things went through my head at once: it's kind of rude to say no in a situation like this, isn't it? But it's one thing to swap partners with our closest friends, and something else entirely to do it with a couple we'd just met; we're not that kind of people.

But this week, maybe we were. Last night I was seconds away from letting Larry expose my breasts in front of a room full of strangers, after all.

"Let's do it," I said.

Without hesitating, Ronnie pulled Terry off of me and rolled him onto his back on the grass next to me, straddled him, her hairless pussy right about at his navel, then leaned down to kiss him. Terry put both hands on her ass, and she squirmed excitedly as his fingers inched closer to her anus.

In the meantime, Rob kissed me lightly on the mouth, then moved down to kiss my chin, my upper chest, then each breast, lingering a bit there, then down to my bellybutton, and finally my pussy. I wondered whether Ronnie had always shaved down there, and whether this was Rob's first encounter with a woman's pubic hair.

Funny, the things that go through your head sometimes.

I took Rob's cock in my mouth, and sucked him deeply. After a few moments he began pumping his cock, fucking my mouth. I don't really like that -- Terry knows this, though I let him do it as a special treat sometimes -- but Rob was sucking and licking my pussy with skill and enthusiasm, so it's not as if he wasn't giving as energetically as he was taking.

A few feet to our side, Terry was, for want of a better word, fucking the living hell out of Ronnie, and she was thrashing around like a live wire, moaning loudly. Terry's good, but he's not that good. Ronnie wasn't faking anything, though: she just really loved being fucked.

I could see Terry was really enjoying having Ronnie squirming and moaning loudly under him, and I made a mental note to try to give him more of that in the future.

Finally with a loud groan of his own, Terry began cumming inside of Ronnie and he seemed to to be filling her with an impressive load. When he finally pulled out of her, I could see his cum leaking out of her shaven pussy.

Rob and I had both become distracted watching our spouses fuck, but now we were focused on one another again. As much as I enjoyed having Rob's cock in my mouth -- though nowhere near as much as I enjoyed the feel of his mouth on my pussy -- I'd signed up for a fucking.

I let his cock fall out of my mouth, then turned around to let him fuck me doggy-style. I knew he's be able to get his cock deep inside my pussy that way, and that's how I wanted him.

"Oh yeah," I said as I felt him push into me.

Terry and Ronnie were very openly watching us. Ronnie had never seen her husband fucking another woman, of course. I swear, no woman had ever looked sexier to me than she did at that moment.

Terry's cock looked almost as hard as it had been before he'd begin fucking Ronnie, and it was glistening with both his cum and Ronnie's.

Watching my husband's hard, wet cock was adding to my arousal, even as another man was fucking me from behind. In the middle of the day, in the middle of an open field. Yeah, I was on sexual overload. And I suddenly realized the only thing that could make all this hotter would be something I'd never done before and would certainly never get the chance -- or have the nerve -- to do again.

"Get over here," I told Terry; and when he was in front of me, I told him to get down on his knees.

His cock was even with my head, and I took it in my mouth. In addition to his cum, I could taste Ronnie's pussy juices. She tasted different than I did. I'd never thought about that one way or the other.

I felt completely out of control -- the whole situation felt out of control -- and just as I was wondering what could possibly make all this hotter, Ronnie was standing next to Terry, facing Rob and me, and she had three fingers of her right hand in her pussy, working herself toward another orgasm. I could see Terry's cum still coming out of her pussy as she stroked herself.

I swear, Rob's cock seemed to grown an inch when he saw this, and he began fucking me like a wild man. When he came, less than a minute later, I came too, so hard that I let Terry's cock slip out of my mouth, and I dropped to the ground gasping for breath.

And then with a crack of thunder, it began raining again: a summer storm that soaked our naked bodies in a matter of seconds.

32: Meanwhile, Back at the B&B...

Carl, Kathy, Larry and Linda had been sitting outside enjoying the early afternoon sun -- Terry had texted them half an hour ago to tell them they found they girls okay -- when the skies suddenly opened up, and they were all soaked by the time they got into the building. They all ran into Carl and Kathy's room.

Linda's t-shirt, sans bra, was already transparent, and neither Carl nor Larry could miss the effect the room's air conditioning was having on her nipples. "I swear," she said, noticing that they were staring, "you guys are more turned on by wet t-shirts than bare breasts."

"I think that's true, hun," Larry said. "It's a very sexy look."

"Well, here's your punishment for staring," she said, pulling off the t-shirt and throwing it on the bed.

"Some punishment," Carl said. "You know," he said, walking over to her, "we have some unfinished business from last night."

"Oh?"

"Uh-huh. I never even got close to your breasts at the nightclub, and they look particularly ripe this afternoon. Does anybody have anything else in mind while we're waiting for the storm to let up?"

Larry began unbuttoning Kathy's blouse. "No, that sounds good to me."

It didn't take more than a few seconds before Carl had Linda on her back on one of the beds, her shorts and panties on the floor, and his mouth on her bare pussy, the first bare pussy he'd ever eaten.

"I thought you were interested in my breasts today," Linda teased, then drew in her breath and said "Oh!" as Carl's tongue reached her clit.

Linda pulled Carl's face tight against her pussy, and Carl accommodated by thrusting his tongue deep inside her. She moaned with pleasure, and after about a minute pulled his head away and said "Turn around, I want to suck you at the same time."

Carl moved position and noticed that in the next bed, Kathy was naked and between Larry legs, starting to take Larry big, hard cock into her mouth. Though he himself was rock hard, and his cock certainly wasn't small, he was certain that both women were making mental comparisons -- that Linda was unimpressed, and that Kathy would always think about Larry's cock from now on when he had sex with her.

"Mmmm," Kathy said, as she began sucking as much of Larry's cock as she could fit in her mouth.

"Hard to believe he fucked the hell out of me twice just a few hours ago," Linda said.

"I fucked twice this morning too," Carl said, as Linda began licking his cock.

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And for a moment, time seemed to stop.

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Kathy let Larry's cock fall out of her mouth, and she sat up and stared at her husband. "You... did...what?"

"I..." Carl began. But what could he say? That it had been an accident? Twice?

Without saying another word, Kathy took Larry's cock in her hand, then straddled him and pushed his cock deep into her pussy. "Kathy, don't!" Carl shouted as she fucked Larry hard, surprised and pleased that his entire cock fit inside her, and felt so good.

Larry, for his part, knew something was very wrong; but nobody could blame him -- nobody would blame him -- for not stopping it: a beautiful woman was suddenly riding his cock, fucking him with a vengeance (literally).

Kathy was angry, and hurt, but she also felt more emotionally charged than she had in a long time, and was experiencing a series of tiny orgasms as she used Larry's big cock. "Cum for me," she moaned. "Cum for me, fill me with your hot cum." And then he erupted, shooting his cum deep, deep into her cervix.

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