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A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 01

By: seat542



It was another great summer vacation. I always enjoy the month at our lake cottage without the interruptions of the office. My family is luckier because they get to spend the entire summer enjoying the lake, boat, summer activities and the laid back atmosphere. These last few vacations were special as we were empty nesters at home, so these were truly family vacations.

Our youngest children, Christina and David, leave directly from the cottage for college. Our other four children bring their families to the cottage and then head back to their respective lives. Having them, their spouses, and kids is making the summer cottage a real tradition. Typical of all good things, they usually come to an end; with sex being the exception of course.

Returning home a week earlier than the rest of the clan always provided some cherished alone time. Cindy, my wife loves it as the break always cranks up our horniness level. With the house all to ourselves the past two years, things have turned into week long sex fests upon her return.

The drive home had me fantasizing about what we could do this year. The kinkier the better; we've always been into 'different' sex. Actually, it was kinky sex which brought us together in the first place.

Cindy was the center of attention in a 'gang bang' and I was the only guy who didn't think she was a pig. In fact I thought her to be an incredible sexual goddess. Little did we know at the time, the eventful 'gang bang' marked the beginning of a long, loving, rewarding, and deeply kinky relationship.

It seemed like yesterday. I was fresh out of college working for an accounting firm in Detroit. The guys I worked with were fairly wild and one of them arranged a 'gang bang' with this slut he met.

All week he told us how she wanted to fuck as many guys as possible. My fellow workers were acting like idiots; saying what a pig she must be and how they were going to get drunk and fuck the shit out of her. I smiled from peer group pressure, but in reality I was very aroused.

I thought about the fantasy she must be living out. I would love to be the center of attention for a group of women. Would I be considered a slut or a pig? Noooo! I would be a virile stud. The bottom line: I couldn't wait to meet this woman.

The night of the event started with drinks at the bar. There were eight of us and the guys were doing shots and downing beers as if it were their last day on earth. I only had a couple wines because I wanted to enjoy this special person. At the prescribed time we went to the party.

We were greeted by our fellow worker. He said 'she' was in the bathroom getting ready. We were told to grab a beer and have a seat. Five minutes later 'she' appeared: naked.

The guys started whooping, hollering, and being immature. I was captivated. Her presence was awesome; wavy auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders as 'she' walked across the room. Wearing only heels, 'she' stood nearly six feet tall. Hazel eyes seductively surveyed the room as this cream skinned beauty moved to the center; her nicely developed B cup breast jiggling slightly.

Stopping in front of the boys 'she' placed her hands on her hips and parted her legs slightly. He mound was smooth and hairless which afforded a great look at her glistening lips. Chocolate brown nipples centered on the pinkest areolas were in striking contrast to her skin. Her make up was simple. Light pinks sensuously covered her lips, nails and eyes. On one hand 'she' was innocent while on the other 'she' was a seductress. I wanted to fall at her feet in adoration. 

In an instance 'she' was in control. Telling everyone to shut-up, the room fell silent. 'She' was looking for men not children. They all looked at each other with school boy grins. This was allowed to pass.

'She' ordered everyone to stand and strip. Some hesitated, but quickly did as they were told when it became a do it or leave situation. As we stood there, inspections began. Taking hold of each cock, 'she' commented about sucking it or fucking it.

Ironically, many of the guys who were the biggest talkers were now nervous. I was rock hard by the time 'she' inspected me. Looking me in the eyes, 'she' asked if this excited me. Smiling, I gazed into those hazel beauties and replied "very much." A thin smile formed on her lips and her eyes changed. Her gaze lingered and her head tilted slightly. Something happened and 'she' was pleased. Her hands memorized my cock before moving on.

Once inspected, we were told to get ourselves hard. Looking directly into my eyes, 'she' said, "Nice to have at least one of you ready." Not breaking eye contact, 'she' sauntered over and flicked my nipples with her painted talons. My cock jumped instinctively. With a slight moan of approval, 'she' slowly sank to her knees in front of me. Taking hold of my shaft, 'she' began a slow, deliberate licking ritual; paying special attention to its head while maintaining eye contact.

It was clear this was something 'she' craved. This just wasn't sucking a cock; it was a fulfillment of her deeper needs. 'She' was turning her wants into reality.

The guys starting milling around. Her hands went to their cocks and began to stroke them. Removing her attention from my cock, 'she' started sucking whatever was put in front of her. Her eyes fluttered before they closed. 'She' was rising to another level. We were no longer people. We were implements of her desires.

With the guys encircling her, 'she' went from dick to dick licking, sucking and fondling with an unexpected air of sensuality. I stepped back from the crowd to watch. 'She' cherished each cock. Each lick and suck brought moans of pleasure from its owner. Her acts were so arousing no one seemed aware of another person.

Guys jerked themselves; rubbing their cocks on her face, hair, shoulders, or any other open spot when her mouth wasn't tantalizing them. 'She' had them in heat. They wanted her and 'she' wanted them. 

While still in a kneeling position 'she' ordered everyone onto their knees. I took a chair to watch the lust fest. 'She' had some new rules. No one was allowed to cum unless it was inside her. 'She' wanted every drop of their cum. 

Pointing at a rather large cock she said, "And that needs to be up my ass." It wasn't mine but I didn't care. I was so hard from simply watching.

The guys were panting. They wanted to fuck so badly they were going nuts. Jerking their dicks and making grunting sounds, they became primal. Sliding onto her back 'she' spread her legs and said, "Who's first?"

In a flash the party host positioned himself between her legs. 'She' was so wet he entered in one thrust. Locking her legs behind him, 'she' started a hard, grinding fuck. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord. Her hands searched for cock and pulled the nearest into her mouth. Her sucking changed, going from the erotic to the wanton. It was time for cum.

The party host began to sweat. His driving was met by her thrusts. With a deep grunt he stiffened and convulsed. A few seconds later he was done, but 'she' was far from finished. The host was quickly pushed aside by his replacement. Her hips never stopped and she literally fucked herself onto his shaft. I could see cum oozing from her hole as the new cock drove deep into her.

'She' now had two cocks at her mouth. Both guys were jerking off while 'she' coaxed the cum from their sacks. As they climaxed, they placed their cock heads on her lips, shooting their loads into her waiting mouth. Waves of cum filled her mouth and splattered onto her face. Her tongue was snake-like, catching their cum in mid-air and pulling it back covered with her desired treat.

As they were spent, they were replaced. One by one each guy had his turn. Her cunt and lips glistened with the warm white fluid.

Finally, the ass-cock was moving into position. Guiding it into her overflowing cunt, 'she' gave it a few lubricating thrusts before pulling it out and getting into position. Grabbing her legs behind her knees she pulled her ass up, exposing her dark target.

Everyone was silent as the tip of his dick moved to her nether hole. 'She' was able to open her ass on command. Pushing his cock into her passage was too much; I nearly came just from watching. They started the ass fucking in earnest. It was an intense scene. Too intense because the ass stud lost control and emptied himself in less than a minute.

He rolled off--spent.

Our hostess looked around and spotted me. Pointing she said, "And now it's time for Mr. Voyeur to finish the job. You need to get ME off." Her voice was firm yet seductive.

Rising from the chair, thoughts spun in my head as to HOW I was going to get her off. All the guys before me were animals. They were dogs aroused by a bitch in heat. No one acted like a man trying to fulfill the needs of a woman. They only sought release. I decided to take this in a different direction.

I moved to my hands and knees and began a slow, cat-like crawl to my goddess. 'She' was still on her back, resting on her elbows. Cum was dripping from her ass and pussy; jets of the now clear liquid were on her face and lips. My eyes locked onto hers, and through them, MY messages of lust and passion were sent.

Moving my body next to hers, I began to softly and seductively kiss her lips. The remnants of cum were no barrier as I sucked on her tongue in a tempting manner. My hands gently caressed her body as we gradually melted into one another.

Unfortunately, the mood in the room had changed dramatically. The guys, no longer in heat, began jeering at us and making crass remarks. 'She' was now a whore, a pig, a slut. I was being called a fag. We were told how disgusting we looked! How gross to kiss a girl who just swallowed cum! Guys started calling me cum-eater. Someone shook up a beer and sprayed us which ended things on the spot.

'She' was so pissed off. Pushing me aside, 'she' jumped to her feet. Grabbing a loose beer, 'she' flung it at the sprayer calling him an asshole. I thought there was going to be a fight.

The guy became abusive and made a move to her. I jumped in and told everyone to calm down. Looking at her, I told her to get her clothes on, I was going to take her home. When 'she' went into the bathroom, I was able to talk some sense into everybody.

I told them regardless of what they thought about her, she was still a person and should be respected. Even if they no longer approved of her, they should at least consider the fact she just took care of their needs for the night. While dressing, I told them of their hypocrisy and how just a few minutes ago she was hot and they wanted her. Now that they're done, she's a pig?

There was a moment of silence when 'she' came out of the bathroom. I took advantage of it to say I was taking her home. We left the apartment quickly. It wasn't until we got outside before we spoke. Looking at her, I smiled and extended my hand, "By the way, my name is Phil Duggan."

Bursting out in a laugh, 'she' took may hand and replied, "Cindy Perkins. And by the way, you were magnificent with the way you handled those jerks. Thank you. And if we weren't so rudely interrupted, I think you were going to be truly magnificent in other ways too." Cindy wrapped her arm in mine as we walked to the parking lot.

That was nearly thirty-years ago, but it seems like it was yesterday. The funny part was OUR night had just begun! Starting things off was the lack of a car between us. We looked at each other laughing from our plight.

Luckily the apartments were near a main road so we headed towards it. A decent looking bar/restaurant was across the street, so I offered to buy her a drink and a sandwich before we called for a cab. We wound up closing the place AND we weren't drunk; feeling good—yes—drunk—no!

It may sound corny but it truly was love at first sight. We talked as if we were long lost friends catching up on our lives. Our conversation was easy and without barriers.

Cindy was a systems analyst for one of the car companies. Like me, she was a recent college graduate and went to the University of Detroit. She was originally from Chicago but left after high school. She went back home on breaks, but stayed in Detroit year round because of her job. Cindy needed to pay her own way through college.

She chose the University of Detroit for a number of reasons. First, it had a great IS department. Second it was right across the river from Windsor, Ontario which has some of the finest strip clubs around. Canada's laws are a bit more liberal than the US's. The radio slogans for the clubs tout this by saying "Where by law you see it all."

Cindy craved sex and everything about it as far back as she could remember. Being good looking as well as an exhibitionist, stripping seemed like a natural way to pay for college. In fact, it was so lucrative she almost quit school to dance fulltime. What stopped her were the eventuality of age and the reality of needing another career when dancing was over.

But she loved the attention. Many a man was willing to part with a few extra bucks for a little extra attention. Cindy started working private parties and found it mesmerizingly erotic to be filled with cum. It was such a turn on for her; she would go home and masturbate using what was left in her pussy or ass. The feel, taste and smell were addictive.

I asked her why she wasn't still stripping on the side. Her answer was surprising. Although she loved it, she wanted more out of life. All the guys at the strip joints were already married or they were pimps, or druggies, or jerks, or a combination of the above.

Cindy wanted a family. She wanted a nice house. She wanted a caring loving husband. She wanted to be part of a community. She also wanted her spouse to crave kink as much as she did. So, she left the clubs in search of Mr. Right.

My story was simpler. I grew up in Pennsylvania, graduated from Penn State (my parents paid), and was recruited by one of the big accounting firms in Detroit.

Cindy wanted to know why I wasn't married or at least engaged.

I told her the girls I dated liked sex but weren't too interested in exploring. The things which really turned me on, they considered filthy. Something inside of me said no when they hinted towards a long term commitment.

This was of great interest to Cindy. She asked if I was turned on tonight. I told her not only was I turned on then, but I was even more turned on now. Cindy began asking questions in earnest.

"Why did I kiss her? Was the cum a turn off? Was I going to lick her pussy even with the cum inside? Have I ever sucked a cock? Did I ever have anal sex, either receiving or giving it? What was the kinkiest thing I ever did?"

She was peppering me and I answered every question truthfully.

"I find kissing to be extremely erotic. The cum actually heightened the meaning of my kisses. It was my intention to not only lick her clean, but to do everything I could to get her off. I had not sucked a cock, but found nothing negative about it. In fact it was exciting to fantasize about it. The only anal sex I had to date was when I masturbated. I would use my fingers or something cock-like from around the house. The kinkiest thing I ever did was being with her tonight."

It was at this moment Cindy knew we were a match.

Getting a bit bolder, I asked if she had any plans for the rest of the evening. Cindy gave me a sad look, saying she did indeed have plans for later. I mumbled an apologetic response. Reaching across the table, Cindy took my hand in hers. Looking into my eyes, she told me her plans were to finish what we started.

We both started laughing. Cindy's foot wiggled its way into my crotch. I was already hard and Cindy gave me a knowing look. Our food arrived and we broke our hand embrace. Smoothly, Cindy's hand went under the table for an instant. When our waitress left she brought her hands back on top of the table.

"Try this."

Cindy extended her arm across the table, offering me a well coated finger. Anyone watching would have thought it normal, as many couples share food. However, we both knew better. Licking it clean, I asked if she was going to share the rest with me.

Smiling, she said, "But of course."

My life was changing--forever. That night I licked her clean and we both began our post graduate work in the fine art of advanced sexuality.

I could go on, and I will, but I need to return to the story first. However, a few more details are required to set the stage properly.

Cindy and I married four months later. Within the year we moved to Chicago to be around her family; none of whom knew about Cindy's career, how we really met, or where our interests lie. We decided it best to set guidelines in our new locale based on the rumors and reputation developed in Detroit.

We would do nothing to jeopardize our family or careers. We would continue our quest for lust and pleasure but only in situations without repercussions. Friends, family, co-workers and all others from main stream America would be off limits. We would only explore clubs, groups and private activities which would allow us to maintain our privacy.

We also made a promise never to engage in any sexual activity without the other; the exception being masturbation. This promise was never broken. It didn't need to be, between the two of us, we were always finding creative ways to bring a little kink into our lives.

As the kids started arriving, it was only natural our outside liaisons fell off. However both Cindy and I made sure our needs were always met. We started a tradition of fantasy night. Each month one of us would plan an evening of erotic kink; the nature of which was unknown to the other. We would take turns, one month me, the next month Cindy.

For example, last month Cindy arranged for two beautiful pre-op transsexuals to join us for the evening. We were at the lake. Under the guise of going out to dinner to meet some old friends, Cindy told me to stop and pick up the two young girls hitch-hiking. I didn't want to, but Cindy convinced me.

"Stop, Phil! We can't let two young girls hitch-hike. What if some pervert picks them up?"

It turned out the only perverts were us: eight nipples, six breasts, four asses, three cocks and one red hot pussy. I hadn't been taken like that in quite awhile. All three girls were sizzling as they turned me into their pussy slave for the evening.

We never asked each other about the 'who, what, where, how, why and when' of each adventure. It was part of the fantasy; no questions just enjoy. It's a formula which works for us.

The ride home from the cottage seemed to fly by. Pulling into my driveway, I noticed the neighbor's 'For Sale' was down. I thought there must have been another realtor change as the place was sitting empty for nearly two years. The asking price was just too high. Although we lived in an expensive community, ours was in the older section with one house right next to the other. Privacy fences were the rage.

Our house was one of the few without two privacy fences. There was one between us and our neighbors to south, but only small, widely spaced bushes separated us from the empty house. We were good friends with the previous neighbors, so we decided to go with bushes, mulch and flagstones. It made our yards look bigger. 

Our drive was on the side away from the vacant house. I was surprised to see people moving on its back patio when I pulled in. I also did a quick double-take because they were nude; at least I thought they were naked.

I got out of the garage quickly to see if I was crazy. I wasn't!

A rather handsome, tanned couple entered the house. Both were indeed naked although I only caught the tail end of things; very nice tail ends I might add. Not trying to be too conspicuous with my gawking, I opened the trunk, removed my luggage, and went into the house.


A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 01



Needless to say my curiosity and interest were peaked.

The answering machine was aglow with messages. As is my style, I go to it first whenever I am away. The key message was from the realtor. She explained the house closed about three weeks ago. (I didn't know she sold it!). Our new neighbors were Doug and Maura Jensen; transferees from San Francisco.

To be continued.....



A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 02



Summary to date: the love of kink brought Phil and Cindy Duggan together, but they were able to hide their kinky side from the outside world while raising six kids. 

The story picks up with Phil's solo ride home from their lake cottage...

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The ride home from the cottage seemed to fly by. Pulling into my driveway, I noticed the neighbor's 'For Sale' was down. I thought there must have been another realtor change as the place was sitting empty for nearly two years. The asking price was just too high. Although we lived in an expensive community, ours was in the older section with one house right next to the other. Privacy fences were the rage.

Our house was one of the few without two privacy fences. There was one between us and our neighbors to south, but only small, widely spaced bushes separated us from the empty house. We were good friends with the previous neighbors, so we decided to go with bushes, mulch and flagstones. It made our yards look bigger. 

Our drive was on the side away from the vacant house. I was surprised to see people moving on its back patio when I pulled in. I also did a quick double-take because they were nude; at least I thought they were naked.

I got out of the garage quickly to see if I was crazy. I wasn't!

A rather handsome, tanned couple entered the house. Both were indeed naked although I only caught the tail end of things; very nice tail ends I might add. Not trying to be too conspicuous with my gawking, I opened the trunk, removed my luggage, and went into the house.

Needless to say my curiosity and interest were peaked.

The answering machine was aglow with messages. As is my style, I go to it first whenever I am away. The key message was from the realtor. She explained the house closed about three weeks ago. (I didn't know she sold it!). Our new neighbors were Doug and Maura Jensen; transferees from San Francisco.

The images of Doug and Maura pre-occupied my mind as I unpacked, started laundry, and sorted the mail. From time to time I went to the windows to look over onto their patio. Our bedroom windows were higher, and one could look directly down onto their patio. The window in the study had a direct view of their patio. Of interest was the large hut tub they added; we love the one we have at our lake cottage.

I felt like such the voyeur as I peered for a look see.

I transcribed the mental list of the tasks I made on the drive home. Number one was mowing the lawn. Normally I would have waited until Sunday, but I thought I just might get another peek of my new neighbors.

The lawn wasn't too bad as a service cut it while we were gone; so this mow wouldn't take long. I did the front first. As I began to mow the back the Jensen's reappeared.

They were now clothed.

Maura was adorned in a pure white, seductively cut tank suit. In her matching white heels, she was close to six feet tall. Her frame was large, but not flabby. It was easy to guess Maura's size because she looked remarkably like my wife, Cindy, who was still blessed with those perfectly formed, full B-cup breasts on her thirty-six inch chest. Maura's hips flowed into an alluring derriere which was sculpted upon smooth, tanned legs ending in those heels.

She too had auburn hair and she shook it out as she eased onto a lounge chair. Her arms rested seductively on the sides as she positioned her legs in a captivating manner. Her lips were ruby red and inviting. I had a difficult time mowing a straight line.

Doug took a chair next to Maura after placing their drinks on the table between them. A rose colored suit covered his area. I've never seen a man in a rose swim suit before, and based on my experiences, I believed it to the bottom from a woman's suit. Regardless, he was good looking. Cindy would cream herself if she saw him.

As I approached them on my mowing path, they looked in my direction so I waved. They waved back in a very friendly manner, so I stopped the mower as I neared their patio.

"Welcome to the neighborhood. I'm Phil Duggan."

"Maura and Doug Jensen," was Maura's friendly acclamation. "Come over and join us." Maura gestured toward an empty patio chair and Doug waved me over encouragingly.

"Care to join us in a glass of wine?" was their first offer as I sat.

"I'd love too, but I need to finish the yard and a few other things before I relax." I remained calm on the outside, while lusting inside. The more I studied Maura, the more she looked like Cindy. Even her eyes were the same hazel color. It was weird. I've heard everyone has a twin somewhere in the world, but to be living next door was bizarre.

The only difference I could see was in the dress and make-up. Cindy dressed a bit more conservatively. Cindy's cosmetics were simple, Maura's bold. Cindy's nails were nicely trimmed and done in softer colors. Maura's nails were talons, each ending in a sharp point and finished with a smooth, glossy enamel matching her lips.

My eyes went back and forth between them as we talked.

Doug was handsome, plain and simple: black hair ala JFK jr. with blue eyes and a radiant smile. He was also well endowed. When he sat back in the chair, I could see his flaccid cock outlined in his rose colored bottoms. (I was now sure they were women's by the way they were cut and how they were joined at the side of his hips.)

Doug's body was hairless and I assumed his groin would be was also since his suit was so skimpy. His pecs were decent for a guy our age. His nipples were larger than average, causing a few filthy thoughts to enter my mind. If Cindy were here, she would be insatiable when we went back to our house. She loved good looking people.

Despite my aroused hormone level, the conversation remained neighborly. Doug was a manager for a big name investment firm and Maura was a sales rep for an 'intimate apparel company.' This explained the bathing suits.

As my attention went from one to the other, their eyes always met mine with a lustful look, followed by a quick glance at the other and then back to my eyes. A small smirk formed on their mouths as if to say, "I know what you've been looking at." And, they were right!

My eyes couldn't help but looking at Doug's body and the nice sized cock filling his suit. Nor was it possible not to notice how Maura pulled her bottoms snug against her plump pussy; the outline of which was clearly visible. Likewise, her two thick nipples poking through the thin cloth of her top somehow caught my attention. My cock was fattening a bit. I was glad I was wearing loose fitting shorts.

We talked for about a half hour. They learned about my job, our lake cabin, our kids in college (theirs' too) and Cindy; the Cindy who was the mother of six and my wife of thirty years. They were excited to meet her when she returned next week. I did remark about the likeness between the ladies. Maura cooed and said she hoped they have a lot more in common than simply good looks. Doug's gave her a knowing grin. I simply smiled.

When it was time for me to bid adieu and finish the lawn, Maura invited me for dinner. "Being a bachelor for a few week, you'll probably cook nothing for yourself. So why don't you have dinner with us tonight?'

After chuckling my acceptance, I offered to bring wine. Cocktails would start as soon as I could get there. I told them I'd be quick. I tried not to run as I mowed.

While I was in the shower, my cock was getting harder with each thought. Soaping it was feeling all too good. Lewd thoughts of my new neighbors were turning into erotic images of debauchery. My mind drifted to Cindy and how, after meeting Doug and Maura, our sex would be wild and filthy.

Stroking my lathered rod, I envisioned Cindy sucking me off as I described how it was really Doug cock's she wanted. It's so hot to see another cock fill her mouth. I could see Cindy and Maura working it together; licking his shaft and frenching each other, using the head of his cock as an excuse to taste one another. Envisioning his thick rod glistening with their saliva, the fat round head slipping between their lips, each siren would be yearning for his load.

Fantasizing, my mind had Cindy pulling me into the suck fest. Maura guided Doug's cock into my mouth as Cindy started stroking me; giving me her nasty instructions.

"Use your tongue in his hole. Now suck the head....hard. Allow your mouth to glide down the shaft. Suck him like you would want to be sucked. That's it. Yes....you like sucking cock don't you? I can feel it. You're getting so hard. Do you want to wear panties like him too? Are the two of you going to be fuck and suck mates? Maura and I love to watch our men together. Don't we Marura?"

I could see Maura pressing into Cindy as they started snaking their tongues together. Each was using one hand to pull the other's nipples, while the other hand fingered the other's pussy. The hotter they became the more I sucked. Each woman was on the verge of a climax and so was Doug.

Doug's body tensed and then he exploded in my mouth filling it to the point of seeping down his shaft. I could hear the girls' orgasms shatter through them as cum erupted from the end of my dick.

Snapping back to reality, my hand was covered, but I was still hard and desirous. I wanted more. Where was Cindy when I needed her!!

Dressing in summer casual for dinner I grabbed two bottles of white and two bottles of red and headed next door. Doug and Maura were gracious hosts. Dinner was great; the conversation was light and filled with laughter. We were all pretty tipsy when Maura said it was hot tub time.

Citing my need to go home for my suit, Doug offered one of his. We seemed to be about the same size so I said what the heck. Leading me to the guest room he returned in a minute with a lime green version of his rose suit from the afternoon. The size was XL and Lane Bryant was on the label. I smiled and put it on. I must admit I loved the way it hugged my cock.

Leaving my shirt unbuttoned, I slipped on my sandals, gathered my clothes and headed for the hot tub. The night air was refreshing and the lights in the tub gave it a sensuous look. Doug and Maura were already in. Setting my clothes on a patio chair I joined them.

Walking up the steps I felt like a runway model as their eyes were giving me a solid review. I knew my hairless anatomy met with their approval. Both of them gave me kudos with 'nice bod.' Likewise was my response; as they were nude. The jets weren't turned on yet.

If I would have moved between them, I knew there would have been a threesome right then and there. However, Cindy and I had some rules—no friends, no family, no co-workers and no sex with others unless we are both involved. It has served us well for thirty years, but still, tonight was a night I could easily cave in to lust.

They asked how I liked the suit and I grinned telling them I loved the feel. Taking a position across from them, Doug turned on the jets. We chatted for awhile and shared the Grande glass of wine they brought out. Maura's lips prints on the rim were so erotic. It was fairly obvious Maura was rubbing Doug's cock while we talked. My hand went to my own shaft a couple of times to make necessary adjustments. 

About a half hour later I said I was tired and it was time to head home. I was really at the point where I either joined them, or go home to jack off. Thanking them for a wonderful evening, Maura slid over and gave me a good night smooch. Her naked breasts pressed against my arm, and her hand moved to my thigh—dangerously close. Her lips gently touched my cheek. She thanked me for the wine and said it was a wonderful day.

Doug stood slightly and moved across the tub to shake hands. The next thing I knew he slipped, falling directly on me, splashing water on us. Maura shrieked a bit as I caught Doug to break his fall. Not only did I catch him, I also caught a hard cock against my leg. He lingered for a moment before apologizing.

Changing positions as I stood to leave, my arousal was becoming noticeable. With a final thank you I started up the steps. Maura's hand touched my outer thigh in a gesture for me to stop.

Looking directly at the outline of my plump rod, she said in a sultry voice, "Phil......enjoy yourself and pleasant dreams." Her eyes slowly rose from the outline of my cock to my eyes, licking her lips with a wanton gesture along the way. Not only did she look like Cindy, but she acted like Cindy too. This was becoming all too hot for the first day.

Being a bit bolder from all the wine I replied, "You'll be in my dreams for sure; both of you." Doug and I made eye contact and we all exchanged smiles. Gathering my clothes I walked the thirty feet home. I was on a mission.

After drying off, I slipped into bed with a hand towel. My hands started to wander and caress my body. Images of Cindy and Maura biting my nipples entered my mind as I played with them; my cock becoming harder with every pinch and flick.

My thoughts were interrupted with moans from next door. Getting up, I peered through the window to see Doug fucking Maura on the deck beside the tub. Her legs were wrapped around him and her nails were clawing his back. They were lost in the act. It was surreal, Maura even fucked like Cindy.

Grabbing the hand towel I went to study for a better view. Sitting at the desk in darkness, I stroked my cock as my neighbors put on a show for me. Doug soon came but did not stop his passion. Sliding down between her loins, his mouth continued to please Maura. This drove both of us wild.

I thought of the taste of Cindy's pussy as I licked her clean. I could see and feel her thighs on the sides of my face as her hands guided my face around her cunt. I could hear her moans as I sucked on her clit with our mixed juices. I could feel the shudder of her body as her orgasm overtook her.

Maura was orchestrating Doug's head in the same manner. Her thighs were on the side of his head; her feet on his back. It didn't take long for Maura and I to climax. I am not sure if I made any noise but both looked directly at the study window. Regaining my composure, I headed to bed.

Being early risers, Cindy and I are always out of bed before sunrise; even with hangovers. It was a habit we developed when the kids were young, as it was a great time to squeeze in a work out. Watching the day unfold is peaceful, regardless of the weather.

Sunday morning arrived and I thought of Doug, Maura, Cindy and my list of things I needed to do. I made a quick decision to be productive in spite of my cock saying good morning to me in its special way. Throwing on a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt, I started coffee and went to get the paper from the front drive. The temperature was perfect and the pre-dawn sky said it was going to be a beautiful day.

Pouring myself a cup I walked into the study to read the paper and begin a few tasks. After my second cup of coffee, I decided to go for my bike ride. I called Cindy when I returned.

She was thrilled to hear we had new neighbors. She asked a million questions. Where are they from? Are they nice? Are they good looking? The list went on and on. I recounted the day, our conversation, the dinner and hot tub; purposefully omitting any sexual overtones, inferences or activities. Cindy sensed I was holding something back. I closed my description with a simple, "I think you'll really like them." My mind was working.

Sunday was a work around the house day for me as well as Doug and Maura.

Maura was working in a halter top with a fashionable pair of shorts. Her thong was clearly visible. Doug caught me staring more than once and I saw him chuckling to himself. His shirtless body captured my attention a few times as well. We exchanged small talk from time to time and I offered to host cocktail hour today. They readily accepted.

Around five the three of us joined forces on my patio. Since none of us wanted to cook, I offered to treat them to dinner at one of our favorite places specializing in Northern Italian cuisine. Dinner was great as well as the company. We really got along well and I was really pleased they toned down the sexuality in public.

If we were going to be friends, this was going to be a must. Cindy and I worked too hard and had built many friendships. No one needed to know about this portion of our lives. The three of us were like any other people at the restaurant. On the way home Maura asked if anyone was interested in enjoying a night cap in the hot tub.

The vote was unanimous; we were hot tubing it again tonight. Pulling into the garage, I told them I needed to get my suit and do a few things. I'd be over in about ten minutes. Doug said he'd get the tub ready and Maura said she'd prepare night caps. I went into the house and decided to wear the one Doug loaned me again. The feeling it produced was very sensual. I took care of a few things, then grabbed a towel and headed over.

Doug and Maura were already in the tub and a tray of blender drinks were on the table. Maura whistled as I approached. "Nice suit," she said flirtatiously.

Smiling, my reply was "Lane Bryant, I'm glad you like it." We all broke out laughing. My response was just to ensure "they knew, I knew." Maura asked me to bring over the drinks.

It was obvious they were nude again as Maura's clothes lay folded on the chair next to the drinks. Her bra and thong were on top. Maura's request for my brining over the drinks was actually a set up for me to see those intimates; a white lacy demi-cup with matching lace thong. If they weren't watching me I would have fondled them, bringing the crotch to my nose in hopes of capturing a bit of her essence.

Making a mental note for later, I brought the drinks to the tub, offering them in my best waiter voice: "Madame, Monsieur...your beverage." 

"Thank you, Philippe," was Maura's response. I asked them to hold my drink until I got in and placed the pitcher between them on the tub deck.

When I entered Maura and Doug slid apart and Maura held out my drink telling to sit between them. "It's cozier."

The drink was refreshing and I took a long sip.

We chatted about the week ahead and about Cindy's return. I wanted to have a little get-together so they could meet. Asking if they had plans for next weekend, they made it a point to say the entire weekend was clear. Since we all had a hectic week, we made a date for Friday night to finalize the menu and who would do what.

Accomplishing this task was a bit of a challenge. Having two nude and highly charged bodies on either side was a bit distracting to say the least. At one point Maura leaned over to say something to Doug, placing her hand on my thigh. She began to run her nails up and down my thigh. Doug wanted a refill so he knelt on the seat and reached behind me for the pitcher; his cock pressing into my upper arm. Maura then spilt a little of her drink and began wiping it from her breasts; rising slightly and exposing her nipples. The list goes on.

My head was swirling with lustful confusion. If Cindy was here, and this was a get-together with people from one of our groups, the sex would be long and hot. I wanted both Maura and Doug---RIGHT NOW. But Cindy wasn't here. Sex would break our rule—one we kept for thirty years. Plus, these people were our neighbors. This too was off-limits.

What if I had sex with them and then Cindy hated them? What if they became possessive and overbearing? There were too many negatives for me to break our rule. On the other hand I was positive Cindy, Maura, Doug and I would be intimately involved soon after Cindy's return. After all these years, I knew Cindy's turn-ons, and Maura and Doug had them all!

In spite of my quandary, I loved every minute of this game. They kept asking about Cindy's looks and my response was they will be very surprised. Maura's and Cindy's acute similarities only added to my natural tendency to touch. And to some extent, I did---I needed something.




A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 02



When Maura asked a question, I would turn my head in her direction and place my hand on her thigh; thinking to myself, 'She how she likes it?' She loved it and tried to slide her mound under my fingers. I moved my hand away at the last second. I could see her becoming a bit flustered. Her prey was becoming the hunter and she wanted to be taken.

Likewise, I also teased Doug. When I turned towards him I played the same hand game although I made sure some part of my hand touched his cock when he moved it towards me. As with Maura, I moved my hand before any blatant contact was made. He was very hard and I felt a bit jealous. At least they could satisfy each other. I was dating 'Rosie' for the week.

I stayed longer than I should have being a work night, but we were all enjoying ourselves. I also wanted to make sure they were so horny for what I hoped to be a great night of exhibitionism and voyeuristic masturbation. Finally, I needed to call it a night. My last act of arousal was to lean towards Maura and kiss her gently on the lips and then turn to Doug and do the same.

They were ready and so was I. My cock was nearly out of the top of my suit when I stood. Tonight I took the lead. Turning towards Maura and then Doug I made sure they got a very good look at my erection. "I hope your night was as fantastic as mine, and I do hope we ALL enjoy the rest of it." 

Their response was a shaky 'good night—see you Friday.' I knew they were ready. Leaving the tub, I picked up my towel from the table. This time I did touch Maura's thong; it was something I just had to do.

Once in the house, I took my suit off in the basement bath. A quick dry-off and then directly to study; sans clothing and without lights. I didn't want them to know I'd be watching.

The 'few things I had to do' before going over to the tub were to prepare my fuck chair and lay out a few toys to enhance my pending masturbation session.

Cindy and I developed the fuck chair with the advent of the suction based dildos. One of our little scenes was to perform for the other using only the phallus. It was such a turn on to watch what we called a 'worship' session. Tonight, my solo act was going to have it up my ass.

When I got into the room, Maura and Doug were not on the patio. I was so disappointed; I really wanted to see them again. I thought they'd be in the middle of it by now. In fact there were no lights on at all over at their house. They must have jumped directly in the sack.

Still, I was horny as hell and needed relief. One way or another I was going to fuck myself tonight. Booting up my laptop, I instinctively went to a favorite web site, Trans-Sexual Seduction. After Cindy's arrangement last month; T-Girls were becoming a hot area for me. The combination of tits, cocks, assholes and makeup would satisfy all my needs tonight.

Sitting in my chair I browsed the latest additions and found a selection with a very attractive, small breasted black woman packing a very delicious looking cock. Her mate was a well built, attractive white guy about her same age. As it streamed on my screen, I began slow strokes. I was going to cum with her.

The sex was getting hotter and he starting sucking her cock. I grabbed my phallus and started doing the same. At this point I really wanted Doug's; and in my mind I envisioned it was his. When she lubed his ass, I rose, grabbed the lube and did mine. Pulling over the chair we used, I firmly slapped the phallus onto it to ensure the suction held. 

Taking hold of the shaft I guided it to my hole. Knowing the pleasure I was about to enjoy, I lowered myself onto it in one push. I moaned with pleasure. The feeling was overwhelming. The fullness was incredibly powerful. I reached over and picker up two nipple clips.

Squirming slightly to move the cock inside me, I placed a clip on each nipple. Cindy and I do adore nipple play, and tonight I was a bit harder than normal as I needed the intensity. Keeping an eye on the screen I started fucking myself. Up and down I rode my lover.

When she started smacking his cock around, I knew she would be coming soon. I started smacking and jerking my shaft and I picked up the rhythm and power of my ass thrusts. I knew I wasn't far behind. I pulled on the clips sending searing bolts of lusty pain through me. Grabbing another smaller life like dildo, I began to suck it as I would a cock about to cum. 

The girl had removed her cock from his ass, repositioned it over his mouth, and came.. The timing on my movements was perfect. Placing the dildo on top of my cock, I jerked my cock to its needed release. Waves of cum shot onto the phallus and onto my hand. I starting fucking faster and jammed the cum covered cock back into my mouth; licking and cleaning every drop as if it were Doug's.

I slowed; still savoring my seed I licked more from my hand. When I was satisfied, I lifted my ass off my latex lover. After cleaning up quickly, I closed the cover of my laptop, sending the room into darkness. It was a good jerk-off session. One I desperately needed; however, not as good as watching the Jenkins.

Looking back to their patio my eyes met a surprise. Two silhouettes were moving from my patio to theirs. It was Maura and Doug. They were naked and they just watched me in a solo fuck session. I could only smirk; turn about is fair play. I guess I was the prey after all.

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The next week was fairly normal: work, home, exercise, a call to Cindy, pay bills, etc. Doug and Maura appeared to have similar weekly agendas. We passed each other with smiles, waves, and the typical niceties. Every time I saw Maura, I thought it was Cindy. Her look, walk, mannerisms were so similar. I kept telling Cindy she was in for a surprise.

There was however an air of lust each time we passed. It was so apparent in our prolonged glances or sneaky double takes which always seemed to be noticed. It was also obvious in our grins and an ever-so-slight adjustment to our clothing. The three of us were flirting with purpose.

Friday evening arrived and I straightened up the house for Cindy's return. Done, I headed out to the patio with a glass of wine and to meet with Doug and Maura. They were already on their patio so I headed over. It was time to finalize the plans.

Cindy was expected home sometime around noon so cocktails would start at 12:01. We all chuckled. I suggested Doug and I do the cooking because if intuition served me well, Cindy and Maura would be chatting away. After the menu was selected we headed out for dinner.

On the way home I called Cindy on the cell and told her of our plan for tomorrow. She was excited and asked to speak with Maura. I handed the phone to her and I never got it back. Although I only heard one side of the conversation, it sounded like they were going to be very compatible. When we got home we all just went to bed. I think we all wanted to be fresh for Cindy's return.

Cindy arrived home on time and honked as she pulled down the driveway. I went out to greet her as she pulled the car into the garage. It was great to see her and we both smiled while approaching each other. We broke into a tender embrace followed by a passionate kiss.

As we broke from the kiss, I heard Maura say, "Now that's what I call a kiss." She was on her way over with Doug a few steps behind. As Cindy turned to greet our new neighbors the two ladies stopped in their tracks. Three mouths dropped open and six eyes widened. They girls were looking at themselves.

Everyone looked at me. "Hey, I told you there was an incredible likeness." We all started laughing. Maura broke the ice, giving Cindy a friendly embrace saying, "We finally meet. We have so much to catch up on."

On cue I proclaimed it to be cocktail time. The girls started chatting before we even entered the house. "Tell me about your move. Where do you shop? Did you hear about this store?" Their friendship was off and running. Doug and I served drinks and snacks and sort of stood by in awe as our wives consumed themselves in each other.

To be continued...



A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 03



This is a continuation of Chapter 1 & 2....The new neighbors, Maura and Doug Jensen, are seductive and willing...Maura could be Cindy's twin (Phil Duggan's wife)....Phil's limits are pushed as all parties provide some torrid voyeuristic opportunities, but he needs to wait for his wife...

We pick up with Cindy's return from the lake cottage and she meets the Jensens...

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Cindy arrived home on time and honked as she pulled down the driveway. I went out to greet her as she pulled the car into the garage. It was great to see her and we both smiled while approaching one another. We broke into a tender embrace which turned into a passionate kiss.

As we broke, I heard Maura say, "Now that's what I call a kiss." She was on her way over; Doug a few steps behind. As Cindy turned to greet our new neighbors everyone stopped in their tracks. Three mouths dropped open and six eyes widened. They girls were looking at themselves.

Everyone looked at me. "Hey, I told you there was an incredible likeness." They all stared in disbelief. Maura broke the ice, giving Cindy a friendly embrace saying, "Finally we meet. I've heard so much about you."

On cue I proclaimed it to be cocktail hour. The girls started chatting before we even entered the house. "Tell me about your move. Where do you shop? Did you hear about this store?" Their friendship was off and running. Doug and I served drinks and snacks and sort of stood by in awe as our wives consumed themselves in each other.

The girls were on a high as they compared make-up, ear rings, clothes and what not. When Cindy learned Maura was a lingerie rep she was thrilled. In an instant they were over at the Jensen's. The plan for Doug and I to cook dinner was a good one.

We talked, drank, listened to music and finally started to prepare dinner later in the day.

It was effortless work. Our cooking styles meshed well. On more than one occasion we bumped into each other. There was always a lingering apologetic touch followed by a 'no problem' from the other. Once Doug's hand brushed across my ass and I told him he had a half hour to stop it.

We too were forming a bond.

Dinner was nearly ready when Maura and Cindy returned. Cindy had a bag of lingerie and was excited to show me and did so in front of all of us. All the items were much sexier than her everyday wear. I'm not saying she didn't have some enticing items; it was her statement about junking her old stuff which I found arousing.

She showed us at least a dozen matching bra and panty combinations of different colors, cup styles, cuts, hooks and materials. There were even a few 'special things' I would find out about later. She had a look in her eye which I knew and loved.

Cindy took something else out of the bag and came up to me with a naughty look on her face. Placing one hand behind my head she pulled me towards her, giving me a fairly passionate kiss. Meanwhile, her other hand pushed something into the back pocket of my shorts. Breaking the kiss she said there was even a little something for me.

Refilling their wines, Cindy and Maura asked how long to dinner. Doug and I looked at each other and he replied fifteen minutes giving me a questioning expression. I nodded and said it was about right.

The girls told us they were going to replace and restock Cindy's dresser drawers with her new things. Up they went. I thought it interesting because Cindy kept a few toys in those drawers and Maura was sure to see them.

I told Doug I needed to relieve myself and headed to the bathroom. As I went he told me if I shake it more than once it's called masturbation. Laughing, I asked what it was called if you shook it a thousand times. He hollered back "Orgy."

Once in the bathroom, I reached into my pocket and removed a pair of mauve panties; boy type with lace trim and a small bow in the center of the waistband. Looking at the label it read Lily of France, size XL. I couldn't wait to replace my briefs.

The feeling was wonderful as my cock snuggled onto my abdomen. The material was the stretchy type so my whole area felt pampered. Running my hands over my pantied ass was arousing. Looking at myself in the mirror, I got an idea.

Pulling the panties down, I reached behind and pulled my cock back along my ass crack (a move I learned from the T-Girl movies). I pulled the panties back up and after a few adjustments everything seemed to be in place. The look and feel was sinful.

I felt very kinky as I pulled my shorts back up. It's how Cindy and I lived; Phil Duggan—model citizen on the outside, wanton kinkster on the inside. This just brought it a little closer to the surface. I tossed my briefs in the hamper before heading back to the kitchen. The feel of my buried cock moving against my cheeks was a provocative reminder of my undergarment.

Doug was setting the table and I checked on the wild mushroom sauté. Everything was ready when the girls came back down. Cindy helped Doug with the water and wine. Maura helped me serve. As Cindy and Doug were both chatting away in the dining room, Maura took advantage of the few seconds alone.

"I just came from your bedroom. You two are very naughty." Taking a quick glance over her shoulder to assure we were alone, her hand went to may ass; caressing the cheeks and crack. Brining her lips close to my ear, she whispered. "I hope you like them; I picked them out from Doug's collection." At that same moment her finger found the head of my cock in my crack. Pressing into it she muttered, "Ohhhh, kinky boy."

I needed to busy myself quickly to settle down. Maura took the first plate into the dining room and came back for the others. Once we were all served, I joined them.

Maura leaned towards Cindy and whispered to her while looking at me. Cindy reached over and touched my hand. With a sly little smile, she mouthed the question, "Like them?" 

I think I blushed. Even though Cindy and I have been married for a long time, Maura's boldness combined with the sexual tension in the room, I couldn't help but redden. I mouthed back "Love 'em." A wicked smile covered her face. Cindy turned her gaze to Maura; they exchanged winks.

The food, conversation and atmosphere were as expected--outstanding. We talked about so many things. Questions which had already been answered in "man talk," were re-discussed as only women can. In all fairness, we all learned a great deal more about each. We even made plans to go store hopping the next day. There was a genuine chemistry between us all. It was hard to believe we only just met. 

We seemed to be developing a tradition of finishing the night in the hot tub. The real attraction is the legitimate closeness it allows. Cindy was all for it. Taking the dishes into the kitchen, we divided up the tasks: Maura was going to make her blender drinks; Doug was going to get the tub ready; and Cindy and I would do a quick clean up and be right over.

The door wasn't completely shut before Cindy attacked. The first thing she did was reach in my shorts to feel the panties. With my cock still somewhat tucked back, she cooed about how sexy it felt. Her mouth devoured mine. Cindy's need for sex was too much.

She pulled off my shorts and panties; my cock popping out in the process. Kneeling in front of me Cindy started rubbing it all over her face telling me how much she wanted me. She needed cum. She needed her pussy and ass stuffed. She was so hot, she was ready to explode.

Engulfing my dick in one motion, I realized how needy I was too. The week away, plus our seductive neighbors sent our hormone levels to overload. Cindy stood back up and bent over the kitchen table while kicking off her slacks and panties. 

She started begging me to fuck her while swaying her ass wantonly.

"I really need you inside me. I know we're expected, but if I don't get fucked now, I'll go nuts. Shove your cock in my cunt."

Cindy was so wet my cock slipped directly into her. She immediately started shaking. It was one of her mini orgasms; the type where the smallest touch makes her cum. This wasn't about wild sex; it was more of satisfying an immediate need. At this point I wanted to stay home for the evening, but we had to go. Holding Cindy gently, I stayed in her until she regained control.

We needed to go.

Cindy insisted on helping me with my suit bottoms. She massaged and positioned my cock across my abdomen, making my swollenness obvious. Cindy slipped into her red, scalloped sided, tank suit, adjusting the bottom panel to accentuate her lips. We were ready.

As expected, Maura and Doug were in the tub; nude of course. Cindy looked at me as if to ask if we should remove our suits. I wanted to but we needed to talk first. I simply motioned to the tub. I knew our hosts would be pushing things along anyway.

Maura asked what took us so long; making it clear she already knew the answer by the inflection of her voice.

I held Cindy's hand as she climbed the stairs. Doug stood and extended his hand to help her down. His hairless cock was already extended. Cindy's eyes were glued to it as it just so happened to rub against her thigh as he guided her next to Maura. Cindy loved it.

Doug and I sat next to our spouses. As he passed out the drinks, we both commented how the girls looked so much like twins. Maura mentioned that she wasn't sure if they really identical since Cindy still had her suit on.

Cindy was staring at Maura's breasts as she spoke. Her tongue instinctively licked her lips. I knew how she felt. It was the same way I felt all last week. My yearnings were intensifying now that Cindy was back. It was only going to be a matter of time.

Tonight's tub time turned in a "secret" rub fest. Cindy and I stroked each others thighs and areas. My hand kept bumping into Maura's. Although I couldn't see much due to the bubbles, I figured Cindy was returning the favor. It was fairly obvious what Doug and Maura were doing to each other. The only time our hands surfaced were for drinks.

We played and chatted for a couple hours before Cindy said she was tired from the trip; her hand firmly on my cock as she spoke. Maura and Doug understood and stood as we did. Pulling Cindy into her bald nakedness, Maura told her how happy she was to have finally met her. Moving to arms length she smiled; gazed into her eyes and spoke.

"I feel I have known you all my life. Today was a beautiful start to what I know will be a fantastic relationship between all of us. I'm so looking forward to tomorrow. It sounds wonderful and I'm sure we'll have a great time. Until then..."

Her words were affectionate and alluring. Maura's head titled slightly as she moved to kiss Cindy. Doug and I were transfixed by the intimacy unfolding. They exchanged five or six soft, sensual kisses; none lingering, none lustful.

Cindy and Maura opened their embrace at the same time and surprisingly, pulled Doug and I in for a group hug. Maura kissed me with the same tenderness while Cindy did likewise with Doug. After the kiss our bodies parted a bit. Doug and I looked at each other and hesitated with smiles.

With a final hug we got out of the tub. Maura and Doug were embracing each other as we made our way across the patios.

Without turning on the lights, I took Cindy by the hand into the study. She instantly saw the passion next door. Removing my suit, I went behind her and removed hers. I began to rub my body into her back; my cock pressing into her ass.

Wrapping my arms around her, I began to make suggestions about Doug and Maura. As I whispered in her ear, my one hand fondled her breasts, gently pulling and pinching her nipples. My other hand strayed lowered into her wet folds. My fingers gathered the outside juices and stared a slow rub onto her swelling clit.

"You want it be your mouth on his cock, don't you? Think of it this way, you're watching a live version of your desires. You look so much like Maura, you could be Maura. Watch yourself suck him. Think of how his cock feels as it fills your mouth. This is her pussy I'm fingering; her nipples I'm pinching; her juices I'm gathering."

Cindy's legs were shaking. Her nectar was flowing and running over my hand and down her legs. She was captivated by Maura and Doug. So was I, but I continued.

"Imagine Doug being behind you and Maura is actually sucking my cock. It's all so sinfully confusing isn't it? Look, he is starting to fuck you; nice and slow. He isn't trying to make you cum. He isn't trying to get himself off. He is getting himself ready for your asshole."

The timing couldn't have been better. Maura was one her back on the tub's half- deck. Grabbing her legs, she pulled her buttocks into position. Doug started to finger her and spread her wetness to her waiting hole. I repositioned myself and began to lube Cindy ass.

"Any moment now his cock will be in you. There's only one problem; you need more than just his cock; don't you? You want it all. You want everybody and everything. You want Maura's pussy. You want her mouth. You want her breasts. You want her nipples. You want to feel everything she feels. You want both his and my cock. You need to be consumed."

Cindy was lost in their passion. When Doug entered Maura and I pushed two fingers into Cindy's ass. Her moan was so loud, I'm sure they heard her. Cindy's body started vibrating. A series of orgasms overtook her. Her hands started clawing at her own nipples. Out of control Cindy started screaming.

"Fuck me. FUCK ME NOW." Cindy bent over the desk, never breaking her gaze from across the patio. Reaching behind her, she grabbed my cock and pushed it inside soaked pussy. With a crazed lust in her voice she went on.

"GET IT WET. GET IT SOAKED AND THEN SHOVE IT UP MY ASS LIKE HIM." 

My cock was ready in a few strokes and repositioned at her brown hole. With one smooth and deep stroke it was buried. Cindy cried out in pleasure.

"OHHHHH, SWEET LORD; THAT'S IT."

I withdrew my cock until only the head was still inside and then pushed it back to the hilt.

"YESSSSSS. DO IT AND DON'T STOP. JUST KEEP FUCKING MY ASSHOLE."

Our motions were in synch; as I pushed in, Cindy pushed back; as I pulled back she pulled forward.

Doug began fucking like mad, so I followed pace. Both Maura and Cindy were molesting their breasts; pulling, slapping, and digging their nails into them. Cindy was becoming unglued and continued her screaming.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT. YOU'RE MAKING ME WATCH THEM. YOU'RE MAKING ME WANT THEM. YOU'RE MAKING ME HAVE FILTHY THOUGHTS ABOUT THEM." She was delirious. "CUM IN ME. FILL MY ASS."

I heard Doug's moaning orgasm over my own. Maura didn't waste a second. Pushing Doug onto his back, she positioned her ass onto his face.

I didn't see the rest. Cindy pushed me to the floor.

Cindy was wild. Her ass was squirming on my mouth; my tongue lapping her hole. When Cindy spread her cheeks apart and pushed my cum out, I went crazy. Not a drop was wasted; I sucked it in like a man possessed.

Sliding down my body, Cindy jammed herself onto my still hard dick. Pressing her torso into mine, she devoured my mouth with hers. Our tongues began a passionate dance as we savored the juices from her ass.

Our fucking was deep and powerful. We were pushing and grinding as if something was beneath the surface of our skin and we needed to get to it. The intensity kept building. Cindy sat upright and continued to grind. Grabbing my hands, she placed them onto her nipples. She needed some hard play.

This ignited her. She began to buck furiously; pushing hard into my chest with her hands. Her nails dug into my skin. Cindy started tossing her head around wildly; her hair flying in every direction. I kept working her nipples; pinching, pulling, and twisting. Each of her thrusts I met in kind. Sweat coated our bodies. 

Cindy was moaning incoherently. She was lost. Suddenly she went stiff as a board. For a moment I thought she had a stroke. With one big, loud, long groan she exploded; losing control of everything.

Piss streamed from her; flowing like a warm river over my balls. I hit the edge and poured my cum into her. Two orgasms in less than thirty minutes was unheard of and yet the night had only started.

We collapsed into each other and stayed motionless for quite awhile. Cindy finally came too and rolled off of me. Collecting our wits, we slowly rose to our feet. Embracing, we kissed gently.

Cindy looked into my eyes and said, "I love you. We have so much to talk about, but that can wait. Tonight I have needs which must be satisfied."

Not bothering to pick up anything, we headed to the bedroom. The evening was wild. My last recollection of time was 4:45am.

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Knocking woke us around 11:30 the same morning. Cindy and I figured it was Doug or Maura. We climbed out of bed, threw on robes, and headed downstairs. Still a bit weary, we let them in. Maura and Doug had a tray of coffees.

They started laughing as they looked around the house. They were in middle of the remnants of our sexual frenzy. My shorts, two pair of panties, Cindy's slacks and heels were strewn on the kitchen floor. Maura said in a soft tone, "Thought you might want a latte this morning. We'll leave you alone. Stop by when you come back to earth."

We thanked them sheepishly for the coffee. After they left, we surveyed our deeds. With looked at each other and smiled. We needed to get a move on before the day flitted away. As was our tradition when we were in a hurry, I challenged Cindy to a round of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' to see who gets a morning orgasm before our showers. She hated the game because I usually won.

Cindy's orgasm rocked her.... (In my mind I still won.)

Going through her new lingerie, Cindy picked out a very nice set which blended well with her outer garments. She wasn't the one to wear a fire engine red bra under a shear white blouse. To my delight Cindy had another pair of panties for me. These were a simple white pair of Lycra boy cuts. She asked what I thought. I told her to ditch my old stuff. I knew it would be done.

Maura and Doug were reading on the patio as we made the long 30 foot trek.

Doug greeted us with a "Hey sleepy heads, how ya' doing?" 

Exchanging pleasantries we thanked them again for the lattes and the girls took over from there. Maura drove with Cindy navigating. Doug and I were in the back talking about the upcoming college football season. Cindy looked at me and gave a faux sigh, telling everyone I was a Penn State grad and football junkie. It turns out Doug went to Stanford, so we both could enjoy our traditions without rivalry.

We were heading to the 'Settlement," which is a historical community. It also has a well developed shopping area filled with specialty shops and restaurants within a very condensed radius. It's perfect place for a leisurely day of serious shopping. We lucked out and found a parking spot right away.

The afternoon was gorgeous. Cindy and Maura were inseparable. Clerk after clerk asked them what it was like growing up as a twin. Their first response was we're not related; bringing only looks of puzzlement. They soon started making up stories about fighting, wearing each others clothes, and boyfriends.

Begging forgiveness, Doug and I headed to a wine bar. It was a great afternoon. We talked about everything from jobs to childhood memories. We hit on every topic except sex. However, if a good looking woman passed, we gave each other the look. The closest we came to the subject of sex was taking a piss. Both of us needed to pull down our panties. We simply exchanged smirks.

The girls joined us a few hours later, their arms full of bags. Fortunately the car was only a few shops away, so Doug and I loaded everything into the trunk. Returning the girls had drinks and were discussing where to eat. We selected a tapas bar and shared exquisite dishes. The house red wasn't bad either! 




A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 03



We got into a joke telling session and it became one right after another. The girls claimed a few were disgusting, but their tears of laughter said otherwise. The drive home was pleasant. Cindy and I were in the back curled up; the girls chatting away. Maura was being affectionate with Doug but not to the point of distraction.

Pulling into the drive we all talked about what a great day we had. No one really wanted it to end; however, the realities of work the next day sent us to our own homes after a few flirtatious hugs and embraces—loaded with packages of course. Cindy and I melted into a sweet night of tenderness.

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Over the next month our relationship continued to grow. Cindy and Maura became fast and inseparable friends. Doug and I went to a couple of ball games and really enjoyed being with each other. We all seemed to be on the same page. Around the house we could be free with our sexuality, but in public we were just ordinary people.

We shared numerous meals, cocktails, hot tub parties and sexual exhibitions. One of the hottest was Doug and Maura's masturbation scene. Maura was naked on their patio table doing herself with a black phallus while Doug sat naked on a chair in front of her jerking off. When Maura came she released a torrent of steamy piss all over Doug who blasted his load onto the underside of the table. Watching Maura force Doug to lick it up was electrifying.

Cindy and I weren't as bold and didn't venture outdoors; but we did provide unobstructed views into our house. I especially liked the evening when Doug and Maura were working late. Doug got home first and stood transfixed in his driveway watching Cindy, dressed in her rubber cat suit, flog my naked body and fuck my ass. Maura got home about ten minutes later and joined Doug. Seeing this clothed couple, standing fixated with their briefcases watching us was such a turn-on.

Ironically, we had yet to go naked in the hot tub although Cindy and Maura had been naked together numerous times trying on lingerie.

The heat and passion kept building until one night it broke. I got home about the usual time and typically Cindy greets me. Tonight there was no Cindy at the door; but I knew where she was. The sounds of her lustful moans filled the house.

On my way up to our bedroom I wondered if she was with Maura or both Doug and Maura. Yeah I was surprised Cindy would break our rule, but only mildly. Doug and Maura were so kinky it seemed to be a foregone conclusion the four of us would eventuality be involved. I was so aroused from Cindy's cries I was hard by time I reached our door. Pushing it slowly open I was stunned to see her alone; well sort of alone.

Cindy was impaled on our fuck chair with the biggest rubber cock we have up her cunt. Her tits were covered with clothes pins and the tightest clamps were on each nipple. She was grinding herself to multiple orgasms with her face buried in the crotch of a pair of panties. Her mouth was sucking, licking and tearing at the cotton panel with psychotic desire. This whole scene was taking place in front of the closet mirror.

Although I was completely hard and ready, I just stood in the doorway. Something told me there was a deeper urge being satisfied and not to interfere.

After a few more minutes of wild fucking, Cindy's orgasm overtook her and her body went limp. She was panting from exhaustion. I cleared my throat and Cindy seemed to know I was there for awhile. I started things off with, "That was pretty intense. What brought this on?"

"Jesus, Phil," Cindy mumbled as she regained her senses, "Maura knows exactly what turns me on, in every way. It is so surreal; she IS me."

"Tell me about it," was my next question.

"I was paying some bills when Maura called to tell me some new items just came in and she wanted me to be the first to have them. She asked to come over. Of course I said yes. We came up here to try them on and she was down to her undies before I could say a word. She looked so hot, I started getting creamy. The items she brought me are all on the bed."

I glanced over at them and became even more aroused. If ever there was a 'fuck me' collection, this was it. Returning my gaze back to Cindy, she was still on the phallus and the clothes pins were intact. Her arousal level was still high.

She continued, "Maura started telling me about the collection and started removing my clothes. I was becoming very aroused and she knew it. All of her movements were seductive. Before I knew it I was naked before her."

Cindy's voice was starting to break up; a sure sign the images of her experience were turning her on again.

"Using her fingers and nails she started outlining my breasts and nipples, describing how the bras would cradle my breasts. She then helped me into the first bra and started flicking my nipples through the material telling me how the bra would help keep them erect while wearing a thin sweater.

I was starting to lose it. Juices were actually dripping down my thighs. Maura had me step into the matching thong. Her fingers rubbed my pussy pretending to help place the panel. She had me look at myself in the mirror and I looked hot. But what sent me over the edge was Maura standing behind me, licking my juices from her fingers. I soaked my thong.

Maura continued her seduction by saying I needed to try on the others. When she pulled down my thong the panel was covered with my wetness. I heard a soft sign but her only comment was lingerie had the same effect on her. My head was spinning I was so horny. She did this with every single pair.

I wanted her so badly, but I kept remembering our rule. I swear if she would have gone one step further, I would have broken our promise. Although I never touched her, I did absolutely nothing to stop her from touching me.

At the end she told me she had one more pair for me and stripped out of her bra and panties. She told me to try them on later. She slipped back into her clothes, gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said 'enjoy.' Then she left.

There I was, naked in front of this mirror with juice streaming down my legs. I picked up her thong and it was covered with her thick essence. These were the ones."

Cindy fondled the pair she was just licking as if searching for any trace of Maura she may have missed. She looked at me lustfully and began to grind slowly on the phallus. Cindy looked at herself in the mirror as she spoke.

"I've been fucking myself for over two hours and I can't stop. I look at myself and see Maura. We need to talk because I am ready to rape her."

Without saying a word, I removed my clothing. Cindy was watching me in the mirror. I knelt behind her and began to gently caress her body, trying to take the edge off of her as she seemed trapped in lust. Cindy was responding to my touch and began to slowly relax.

I spoke softly and deliberately about how natural her feelings were and how it is time to change the rules. I told her I wanted her to have Maura, Doug, and it was now time for the four to move our relationship forward. While I was speaking I removed the clothes pins and clamps and gently rubbed the spots to ease the sensation which typically follow.

Standing, I helped Cindy to her feet and to the bed. Although I was horny as hell, I knew she had to be spent if she rode the phallus for two hours. I pulled down the covers and crawled in bringing Cindy softly into my arms. I covered our bodies and held her. In a few minutes she began to snooze.

It was a short cat nap lasting ten to fifteen minutes. When Cindy woke she snuggled into my chest asking, "Well, what are we going to do?"

My response was simple, "Make an exception to the rules."

Cindy looked at me and I continued, "First and foremost, I love you....with my entire being. You are in my very essence. For thirty years we have been honest, open, trusting, raised a family while still enjoying our kink."

"What allowed this to happen?" I asked rhetorically. "Many things," I continued, "but there are a number of factors relevant to this conversation. First we always make sure our partner is satisfied by exploring the others' fantasies. Second we always played by our rules. There isn't a doubt in my mind about our faithfulness. Today is a perfect example."

"Everything inside me says we have an exception to our rule. In the past, anyone we have ever been with was a transient relationship. Yes, we party with a few regulars, but we never hang out socially. Why? Because we feel in doing so, we may jeopardize what we have built. Our rule has worked for thirty years."

"Now, along come Doug and Maura. They absolutely have all the characteristics we look for when we get kinky. But they have more. Their style blends perfectly with ours. Over the last month or so we've gone out numerous times and at no point did I feel our life would be threatened by their acts."

"Add to this the two of you could be twins and it seems natural. The ease and comfort I feel around Maura is uncannily similar to being with you. And Doug is so good looking and easy going, what's not to want about him? Keeping in mind I have never been solo with another guy."

"What stops me are the 'what ifs.' What if they become possessive, overbearing, or intrusive? What if they fall in love with one of us? What if we do the same to them?"

"In a nut shell, this is what scares me."

Cindy sighed in agreement and then added her comments.

"You are right. And as you said, we are married, and we are our partners; period end. I adore you; always have and always will."

Cindy placed a loving kiss on my cheek and went on.

"When you describe the feeling you get around Maura, I understand. I get the same feeling. It's as if she was the sister I never had, and I had two of them."

"I want her in so many ways. Of course sexually, but I want her to be a part of my life. How crazy is that? Meet someone for a month and you're best friends forever! But it's the way I feel."

"Doug is equally a part of this. You're married to me. Doug is married to Maura, and Maura and I inseparable. Insane?"

I gave Cindy a half smile and added, "It could be crazy, but not in this case. I see it too."

"So," said Cindy, "we're back to square one. What are we going to do?"

"I think I have a workable plan. Tell me what you think." My brain was whirling. "We want this to move forward. Agreed?" 

Cindy nodded in the affirmative saying, "Like yesterday!"

With both chuckled and I continued. "Each year we schedule a weekend to change the cabin from summer play to winter. Why don't we schedule it for this weekend, and invite them along for some R&R. I think we also need to explain our rules and how we still need to live by them. I know it sounds aseptic, and it could actually ruin our relationship if done poorly. However, my gut feel tells me if we get to that point they'll understand."

"It makes sense," Cindy commented. "So when and where do we tell them about the rule? Do we give them any say in the matter?"

It took but a few seconds of additional thought before I replied, "On the way up to the cabin; it's a three hour drive. Somewhere along the way an opening will present itself, and we ease into things. If we do it right, there will be bail out points along the way. Any negative signs and we back off. I really think they'll understand and welcome the sanity of our rules."

Giving me a hug and a kiss, Cindy added we should invite them for dinner tonight to ask them ASAP. I agreed. Cindy reached for the phone and called. I heard her telling Maura we wanted to discuss something with them and it was apparent Maura accepted our dinner invite on the spot.

Cindy and I were cooking when Doug and Maura knocked. Cindy handed them a cork screw and four glasses. They knew what to do.

We extended the weekend invitation which was quickly accepted.

The girls started making plans for meals, what to bring, etc. Doug and I just looked at each other as the girls chatted away. Doug got up and took Cindy's place as she had deserted her cooking post to make plans.

As Doug said, "We really don't need to be involved in the plans. After all we're going to do what you want anyway." 

We all laughed and Maura replied, "Good boy."

The final arrangements for next weekend became: Get home, be packed and on the road by 4pm Friday which was only two days away.

It was here in a flash.

Cindy and Maura had the suit cases, coolers, and provisions lined up ready to be loaded as I pulled my Expedition into the driveway. Doug was already home and we quickly changed and loaded the cars. Both of us good naturedly bitched about the weight and number of bags. But in reality we were just as happy they took care of everything.

We pulled out of our driveway at 3:27pm with Doug and me up front. Everyone broke into cheers. I needed to calm the crowd. In a questioning manner I asked how we could consider this an official start without a Starbucks? Everyone faked dismay. Pulling out of 'Starbuck's drive thru' at 3:47 with four lattes made it official. Now we broke into high fives!

About an hour and a half into the trip I asked Cindy if she went over the cabin rules with Doug and Maura. Since we have none, she said no.

"Well, typically there are no rules; but for this weekend we came up with five simple rules we all must follow. We gave this a great deal of thought so everyone pay attention!

Rule #1: When making a drink, the mixologist must ask if others are in need. Rule #2: Do not drop any keys into the lake. Rule #3: Music choices go in 1 hour increments per person. No complaining about another's selections. Rule #4: The first person up in the morning makes coffee,"

Each rule was met with comments and agreement on how critically important the rule was.

Deliberately I stopped there. Doug picked up on the count right away, "Uh Phil...you said there were five rules; I only counted four?"

With an air of fake surprise and fluster, I cut in "Yes, yes, yes...five, you are correct.... there are five rules. Let's see rule number five...rule number five..." I paused as if in thought. 

"Ah yes Rule #5, here it is." I spoke as if my recollection of the rule brought me great pride. "Rule #5: "No clothes in the hot tub."

Maura and Doug started clapping, saying it was about time. We all laughed and when things calmed down, Maura asked, "Why the change in heart?"

The course was set and taking the lead I began.

"Interesting question; trust me when I tell you we wanted to go without suits on day one. Its just to most of the people in our community, we are the proud parents of six wonderful kids. We coached; we were members of the PTA; and we took an active role in our kid's lives. On the outside we are a typical wholesome family, and in many ways we are. Behind closed doors, Cindy and I enjoy a very active and intimate personal life."

Doug stepped into the conversation. "We think we understand your position. Intimacy is intimacy and isn't something you share with just anyone. Although most people have secret cravings, they would publicly criticize anyone they thought to be promiscuous."

"Exactly," I replied. "We really enjoy being intimate with others. In fact it was through public intimacy Cindy and I met."

I didn't think it the time or place to give graphic details. The task at hand was to move this forward. Doug's comments opened the door wider and I wanted to take advantage of the timing. So I kept to the point.

"We were right out of college and living in Detroit, both of us exploring what the world had to offer. Unfortunately our openness earned us a reputation we did not want to take with us to Chicago. We made a few promises to each other when we moved: Do nothing to jeopardize our family or careers. Enjoy ourselves only in situations without repercussions. No intimate involvement with friends, family, or co-workers and no shared intimacy without our partners."

Doug and Maura listened intently as I continued. "We have kept our promises for the last thirty years and still managed to enjoy intimacy with others."

It was Maura's who responded first to the last statement. "If I am reading this correctly, you are thinking about breaking your promise to each other?" 

"Not break; make an exception to," Cindy replied, "and only with the right people. To make this exception we feel the other couple must appreciate the lifestyle we live and be willing to make the same promises to us."

A charge was starting to build in the car. We all knew were this was going, but not sure on how we were going to get there. Maura asked Cindy, "Are we the type of people you would make an exception with?"

Glancing in the rear view mirror I saw Cindy take Maura's hand.

"We think so," Cindy replied softly. "Do you understand our position?" With her free hand, Maura touched Cindy's cheek and said, "Doug and I have given this a great deal of thought also. We have never clicked with anyone the way we click with you. Our philosophies are in tune with yours. We already cherish your friendship. Speaking for both of us, we absolutely promise to do nothing which would jeopardize any of our lifestyles in any way."

Cindy and Maura gave each other a warm embrace.

Everyone was silent as the car sped down the road. We still had about an hour and a half left on the trip. I wanted to be there already---nude and engaging in some act with everyone in the car. My thoughts weren't narrowed to one person, or one act. It was more of a feeling of total group desire. Glancing around, it appeared the others were lost in similar thoughts.

Doug broke the silence by saying, "Any other rules we need to know about?" It brought everyone back from their brief private journeys. All eyes were on me as I quickly came up with something.

Making a clearing sound in throat and a quick adjustment in the way I was sitting I proclaimed, "Since you brought it up, there is one more rule...it's our golden rule. Do unto others as you would want them to do unto you!"

In unison, the car said "Oooohhhhh."

Cindy chimed in, "Phil you are such a hedonist. Our talk gives a whole new meaning to those words. Tell us, what do you have in mind?"

Again, six eyes were on me. "I've got some ideas and we have plenty of time. For now, I have to use the little boys' room. Anyone else need to stop." We were just passing a road sign which listed the services at the next exit. Everyone did.

The rest of the trip was back to regular conversation. We knew the lay of the land, so we just chilled.

Approaching the cabin area raised the excitement level in the car. The scenery was magnificent and we started giving details about our place. We were going to have a blast.

We slowed at the entrance to the lake area and pulled onto a well used dirt road. Moving through the woods we passed numerous private drives until we reached ours. Our sign at the top of the drive, "Duggan" indicated we were there.

Pulling in, we followed the drive around a few turns and I stopped at the top of the hill so everyone could enjoy the view. We all got out of the car. The view was picturesque.

Our cabin was in a private inlet surrounded by woods. We were fortunate enough to buy all the land around us so we will never have neighbors. The sun was starting to set and its red reflection shimmered on a calm lake; our boat tied peacefully at the dock.

The cabin had a westward view; its wood and stone exterior basked in the sunlight. You could see the lake's image on the large windows overlooking the sprawling deck and hot tub area. It was a very big cabin; after all for years it was the summer home for the eight of us and now add the kids' families to the equation.

Doug and Maura were awestruck. Cindy and I had our arms around each looking with appreciation at one of our greatest pleasures. If one possession could tell the story of our thirty years together, this would be it.




A Matter of Coincidence Ch. 03



"Beautiful, simply beautiful," were Doug's first words.

"We can see why you love it so. It is so peaceful, so quiet, so serene," added Maura. 

"Yes, it truly is," Cindy replied. "But when the whole clan is here it takes on another personality; the boat and jet skis zipping around in the summer and the snow mobiles and ice fishing during the winter."

"And when it's just us," I went on, "it becomes our private haven."

We all looked at each other with smiles. We got back in and made our way down to the cabin. Doug and I carried in the coolers and then took the suitcases up stairs to the bedrooms. One of the neat features of the cabin was the connecting double doors between the bedrooms.

When the kids were young we used them for easy access to their rooms. We could also close them for privacy and being solid wood, they acted as a sound barrier. This weekend however, I expected they would be open and probably remain that way.

Guiding Doug and his suitcases to their bedroom, I opened their drapes and sliding door, giving them a full westward exposure. The door led out to the upper, wrap around deck; as did all the rooms. At the end of the deck were stairs leading to the hot tub on the lower level.

Doug looked around their private bath and then sat back on the California King bed to survey the rest of the room as well as the lake view. He loved it and hollered down to Maura to come check out the view. Meanwhile I took our suitcases into our room via the double doors, leaving them open as I passed.

Opening our drapes and deck door allowed a warm soothing breeze to circulate through the rooms.

I could hear Maura commenting on how wonderful everything was while I finished in our room. Entering their room to check out their reaction, I found Doug and Maura in the midst of a very seductive kiss. My cock started quivering.

Calling down to Cindy, I told her to come up as there was a spectacular view unfolding before my eyes. 

Maura and Doug smirked at my comment, but didn't stop. They began melting into each other. Cindy entered from our bedroom and I heard her catch her breath.

Her arms circled my chest, starting a soft caress. She began a slow grind into my ass as we watched Doug and Maura move the play to their bed. Their tongues mingled; their hands undid buckles, buttons, clasps and zippers. Cindy worked my nipples and massaged my cock as we savored their lust.

Breaking their embrace to remove their outer clothes, Maura and Doug looked at us while patting the bed beside them. They returned their mouths to each other's, allowing us to enjoy the sight of Maura's low cut fuschia bra and matching thick strapped thong. Doug's wore the identical thong. They looked hot.

Cindy pulled my polo shirt over my head and tossed it to the side before undoing my belt and zipper. My shorts fell to the floor, leaving me in my powder blue boy cut panties. I turned to see her shorts fall to the floor and moments later her polo shirt was gone. Cindy was wearing one of the 'fuck me' sets Maura gave her; a sheer black bra and panty set trimmed with gold lace around the cups and waistband.

As Maura and Doug's kissing became more intense, we moved onto the bed. Instinctively, Cindy crawled toward Maura, and I toward Doug. Our hands caress their legs and we moved directly to their panties, sensually lowering our faces into their private parts. My lips went across Doug's pantied shaft; which twitched and stiffened as my mouth caressed it.

Glancing at Cindy, her mouth was covering Maura's mound; using her warm breath to penetrate her panties. Maura's moans told me Cindy was hitting the spot. Refocusing my attention to Doug's cock I began to fondle his balls and sack through the silky material. My mouth found his cock head and I started using my teeth; nibbling it wantonly. Pre-cum found its way through, wetting his panties as well as my tongue. 

Cindy slithered between the two, undoing Maura's bra, freeing her beautiful breasts. Cindy began caressing and sucking them, focusing on her nipples. Maura broke her kiss, turning her body to give Cindy better access. Doug's hands began to caress Cindy's back and ass. He unhooked her bra in the process and began to fondle Cindy's breasts.

Maura's hands gently lifted Cindy's head towards hers. Their tongues joining moments before their lips met. The lust and passion which had been building between them was quite obvious as dark spots of wetness grew across the panels of their panties.

Doug ran his fingers through their hair as he began to speak to them.

"This is what you have been lusting for....the feel and touch of another...but not just any other....the feel and touch of yourself. These are no longer fantasies; your passions are before you. Allow them to flow, melt into each other and become one."

My hands were caressing their legs and derrieres. Doug's words were igniting them. Wetness was oozing from them as I slowly and seductively removed their panties.

"Your nipples are so hard, both identical yet belonging to the other." Doug began to roll a nipple from each between his fingers. Maura and Cindy's mouths were opening and closing around the others, their tongues going deeper and deeper in search of the other's soul.

Doug continued, "Your feelings are identical; what one feels so does the other." Squeezing tightly, he pulled and twisted each nipple. Moans erupted from them at the same time.

As I removed both panties, he said "Now you are completely naked in each other's arms. It is time to consume the other."

Gliding my fingers across Maura and Cindy's outer lips I coated them with their essence and brought them to the other's mouth. Doug told them to taste the nectar of their desire. Both ladies hungrily licked the cream from them. The girls were in another world. Doug gave me a look and a little nod signaling we should back away. Doug's final words sent them into a sea of erotic obsession.

"Make love to yourself through the other. Your nipples are her nipples; her pussy...yours. The softness of your ass is what she desires as your ass aches for her. Become one...."

Cindy and Maura slithered smoothly over each others bodies; kissing, licking and biting in identical fashion. Nipples were sucked, pussies touched and brown holes teased. Doug and I stood a few feet away watching the incendiary women before us.

Our cocks were straining for release and when Doug stepped out of his panties, I did the same. We moved next to each turning slightly, one hand fondling the other's dick, and the other hand our asses. Our eyes however, never left our wives who were now sucking each others clit in a torrid sixty-nine.

Maura was the first to cum. Cindy was lying on her back with Maura on top; both had their faces buried deep into each other's pussy. Maura lifted her face from Cindy's mound as her orgasm approached; concentrating on moving her ass and area towards its ultimate pleasure. Cindy raised her legs into a bent position which Maura used for support as she ground into Cindy's hungry mouth.

Using her nails, Cindy raked, clawed and pinched Maura's nipples sending her into spasms. Her hips started moving at an incredible speed as the lustful groan of her orgasm escaped. Suddenly she stopped; then two powerful body shakes rocked her with pleasure.

Cindy was far from done with Maura however. Pushing her onto her stomach, Cindy crawled between Maura's still parted legs. In one movement her hands parted Maura's cheeks and her tongue started working her brown spot.

Both of Maura's arms were under her body; her hands attacking her mound. She was bouncing and flexing her ass in response to the invading tongue. Cindy was driving her wild and Maura wanted all Cindy could give her and more.

"Shove your fingers in my cunt....yes, yes...that's it. Get them wet, get them so wet because I need them in my ass. Do it...finger my asshole."

Cindy started lubing all her fingers in Maura's cunt. She then took one finger and pushed it completely into Maura's ass causing a moan of desire so deep and loud, our cocks oozed slightly.

Doug and I used the fluid on our cock heads, causing both of us to buckle slightly.

Cindy's hands went back to Maura's pussy, re-lubed, and then returned to her asshole. Finger after finger penetrated her; sometimes one, then two, back to one, then her thumb. Maura's ass responded to every prod and probe. Her lustful cries asked for more.

Doug broke from me and went to his suit case. He removed a bottle of lubricant and opened it as he returned to the bed. Without asking he squeezed a large amount onto Cindy's fingers which were fucking his wife's ass. He placed the bottle next to them and backed away.

Cindy gathered the lube with her fingers and used it to open Maura's ass further. As she fucked her hole, her fingers were spreading it open. Cindy was going to fist Maura.

Maura kept working her mound, bucking her hips and ordering Cindy to keep going.

Cindy removed her fingers from her ass and poured more lube into her now somewhat dilated ass as well as onto her own hands. Brining her fingers into a spear-like shape, Cindy placed their tips at Maura's ass and pushed firmly into her.

Maura's was crying, just not from pain. The orgasms caused from Cindy's ass fucking were cascading through her. When Cindy's entire hand slipped past the last barrier Maura went berserk. Her pussy exploded sending waves of piss and nectar onto the bed, onto to Cindy, and onto everything else around her.

Maura collapsed and Cindy eased her hand from her ass.

Giving Doug and I a look of need, the likes of which I have never seen before, Cindy pointed to the bed, telling us to get on. She wanted both of us at once---up her ass. Cindy positioned us on our backs with our groins touching each other. Our legs were scissored allowing our balls and cocks to touch. Cindy poured lube us and began jerking our cocks at the same time.

The feeling was incredible, but short lived. Cindy's goal was her ass.

Once we were well oiled, Cindy took hold of both cocks and guided her ass to their tips. Doug's cock was slightly bigger and it penetrated Cindy first. The feeling of her stretched ass stretching more as it took my cock devoured my senses. With a push both of us were in her; the warmth and tightness bringing moans from all three of us.

Rocking back and forth while lifting her ass up and down, Cindy started slapping her pussy and pulling her nipples. She was going wild with desire. We fucked like this for quite awhile. Finally the feeling was becoming so overpowering, I knew my orgasm close.

Doug erupted first. I could actually feel his cum jettison into Cindy and onto my shaft. The warmth of which was too much for Cindy and I. My cum shot deep into her ass and Cindy lost complete control. Torrents of cream and golden nectar poured onto us as well as the bed. My balls kept sending cum into her. It felt like Doug's were too.

All of us were moaning and groaning before Cindy finally collapsed next to us; our cocks popping from her ass.

It was a good twenty minutes before anyone moved. Darkness was beginning to overtake the room. I leaned over to turn on a table lamp as the others rose to a sitting position. Smiling, Cindy came over to me for a kiss as did Maura with Doug. Then they switched, Maura started giving me fairly passionate kisses while Cindy did likewise with Doug.

Maura kissed like Cindy too. It was very arousing knowing it wasn't Cindy but still tasting her essence on Maura's kips. After a few minutes, Maura said she wanted to see Doug and I kiss. Doug and I turned to each other and began a kiss so seductive my cock grew even more. Maura cooed telling Cindy to suck Doug while she worked on me.

We were really getting into each and started working our nipples as the girls engulfed our cocks. Our tongues explored each other and it only took a few minutes for Doug and I to be rock hard again. Once we were in heat, Maura knew she had us.

"Okay boys, now I think it is time to clean up your mess. Cindy's ass is full of your cum and it's not fair she has it all. I want some too. Since you put it there, it is only right you remove it. Now, on your backs and keep kissing. Cindy, squat over their faces and empty their cum onto their mouths."

Maura's words raised the passion level in the room back to high. Doug and I moved while continuing to kiss, knowing Cindy's ass was going to be directly over us. We didn't care, we both wanted it. When the first drip hit our mouths, it was like a jolt of electricity shooting through my cock. Our tongues went into a frenzy.

I felt Maura moving over me, her thighs straddling my hips. Guiding my cock into her, Maura went into a slow grind. Cindy pushed the last of our cum from her and then mounted Doug's cock while we continued savoring our creams.

Maura's fingers joined our tongues and scooped some of the juices onto her nails which she fed into Cindy's willingly mouth. Their tongues met ours; the four of us lapping and smearing cum over our mouths. The fucking became faster and more furious. Our staying power was strong since we came only 30 minutes earlier. Maura and Cindy were able enjoy a couple of minor orgasms before we came. 

As we slowed to a stop, Cindy spoke, lust still filling her voice, "I need one more orgasm, and I know exactly how I want it to occur." In two graceful moves Cindy was straddling my face, grinding her cum filled pussy on my mouth. "Work your magic Phil. Clean Doug's cum from pussy."

I didn't need to be told twice.

Maura soon had Doug enjoying my cream while his tongue worked her clit. Looking up, Cindy and Maura were locked in a deep passionate kiss as their orgasms swept through them. It was perfectly lustful way to end our first session together.

To be continued...