2 comments/ 43196 views/ 15 favorites Cockometer Ch. 01 By: voucher776 (This story contains bi-curious situations. If you wish to avoid reading about two married couples exploring all aspects of their sexuality, please choose another story.) * Ben and I finished the Oahu project ahead of schedule and had two extra days, and more importantly, we had two more nights. The four of us stayed up late played cards --strip poker, of course- until were half crocked and mostly naked. I was down to my boxers and Ben was still was wearing his tank top. He'd given up his boxers early in the game and both our wives snuck glances at his cock when they thought we wouldn't notice. It's not that he's huge or anything, I think it was just the novelty of watching our long-time friend strut his stuff in front of us. When we reluctantly said good night, Lori pinned me against the wall as soon as I closed our bedroom door. She got no argument from me; I'd just spent the last hour watching our two wives blush at their nakedness, ignorant of how many times they'd accidently brushed their bare breasts against each other. It could have easily happened last night; we were all turned on by the sex talk, the tension of stripping off our clothes at the turn of the cards, the unabashed flirting and Ben's brash display of his erection. Apparently I hadn't been immune to the drama either; when Ben returned from the kitchen with a handful of beers, my wife caught me checking out Ben's package. I was still looking at his half-hard cock when the proffered beer entered my field of vision. I looked up at Ben's crooked grin, and self consciously took the beer from his hand. My wife's look spoke volumes, but in our long marriage, I'd never figured out what language she was speaking. Ben and I woke early and left the girls to sleep in. We found a coffee stand and I tried to put words to the fantasies that greeted me when I woke up: "What's your take on last night, Ben? I was getting the message that our wives were interested in a little swapping." "Tell you what, if that's what they want, and that's what you want, then count me in. No offence, Buddy, but I'd love to get to know your wife a lot better" and with that little confirmation out of the way, we headed back for more coffee to tempt our sleeping wives. A late breakfast was high on the to-do list and the four of us found a busy diner on the way to Honolulu. After seating us, our waitress brought coffee and headed to the kitchen with our orders. Ben's wife, Sheri, reached across the table and took my hand, leaning in close and confiding, "Arnie, I'm really happy you and Lori are sharing our time-share with us and I hope you weren't put off by Ben's parading around without his pants last night. He does have a nice cock, though, don't you think?" Ben suddenly found something needing his attention just outside the restaurant window and he studiously ignored his wife's question about how nice his cock was. My wife, on the other hand, was looking right at me when she said something to the effect that yes, Ben did have a nice cock, and although it was not a nice as mine, it was in fact a nice one. Sheri's blue eyes were sparkling and she had this impish look about her. Her light brown hair flattered her pixie-like face, and she graced me with her seductive smile. I was mesmerized; her pink lips were saying something, but I was picturing her face on my pillow, gazing into my eyes. Reality returned when I realized my wife had taken my other hand and the three of us were sharing some kind of secret message. I had no idea what the message was, but part of me seemed to have a clue because I was getting hard just in case. When the folks behind us headed towards the cashier Sheri continued "From the noises Ben and I heard through the wall, the two of you enjoyed last night as much as we did, and considering the four of us will be spending two more nights together, I thought you two might like to take our relationship to another level." Lori blushed and I said a silent prayer to what ever gods brought the four of us together. Sheri had her other hand under the table and from the look on Ben's face, she touching some important part of his anatomy. She kept hold of my hand and watched my eyes as she continued, "While you and Ben were out this morning, Lori and I were talking about the rest of our stay here and we figured we needed to stop by the porn shop and pick up some things." Thanks to the magic of internet mapping, we arrived at the porn shop just as they were opening the doors. While our wives chatted with a sales girl, Ben and I tagged along down the gauntlet of bubble wrapped day-glo green dildos , life sized plastic replicas of the female anatomy -- pussys, breasts, asses. There was isle after isle of them, and Ben and I -- we've all been in a porn shop, but never with our wives- we were trying to look nothing while our wives followed the very striking sales girl around the corner into a long isle of cocks, and the industrial strength harnesses that went with them. Sheri turned to Ben, "Why don't you two go find us a DVD or two?" We looked at the sales girl for directions, and when she nodded toward a doorway, my wife called to us "get something with couples -- you know, foursomes!" Discretion has never been one of Lori's strong points. My head was spinning, Foursomes, 'get something with foursomes'. Then I hear the voice of the cute sales girl over the in store loudspeaker: "Arthur, watch the front for me, I'm going in the back to demo the strap-ons to these two ladies." Ben and I exchanged looks which turned into grins. Foursomes, strap-ons? Things were looking up. While we were trying to concentrate on the DVDs, a large black man who turned out to be Arthur who watching the front, walked over to us and asked if it was our ladies who were looking at the strap-ons. He explained that sometimes women choose overly large cocks for their first strap-on experience and if they decided to try them out on Ben and I, he recommended they include the purchase of a smaller version might provide a much more pleasant experience. Obviously, Ben and I hadn't really thought about it, and a quick glance at each other, confirmed the wisdom if the man's advice. He smiled at our thanks and when Ben asked where we would find the 'demo' room, the clerk held up his hand and keyed his microphone "Connie, add two of the .075 Butt Pounders to the ladies order would you, maybe a Chub and one of those Long Toms?" Arthur left us with a note and the offer to stop by the cottage if the need for a little variety should arise. Ben and I nodded and I'm sure both of us checked out the man's package before we left the store. His off hand offer, which was no doubt well meant, would go unmentioned by the two of us; the last thing two older guys need is a young guy with a big cock roaming around our bedrooms. The other shoppers eyed us while we stood at the check out counter, the girls (I call them girls even we're all on the far side of forty) selections spread out on the counter. The clerk acknowledged Ben and me with a bright smile as she zapped the barcodes with her scanner. In addition to the strap-ons, I noticed some skimpy outfits, some tubes of lubricant, our DVD, and a couple of magazines, one of which promised "games for group sex". This was going to be fun, and I was lost in fantasy's about making love to Ben's sexy wife. I liked the way her hair flows over her shoulders when she turns her head, then sways back into place, and was thinking how I wanted to look deep into her eyes, and how much I'd like kiss her. Of course we'd both have to have our glasses on to see more that a fuzzy blur, but to think of two whole days and nights of sex and sex games had me buzzing with energy, and if I was being honest with myself, I was thinking it might be worth it to let Ben's wife work one of those Butt Pounders up my ass. It seemed a small price to pay to have sex with her. That's what I told myself. Arthur had been right on about the big cocks, the girls bought some biggies which I hoped, I mean I really hoped I was going to see our wives strapped up and taking turns having sex each another. On the way to the market we heard assorted giggles, groans, and occasional 'oh my god's' drift up from the back seat. It seemed the girls were checking out the magazine. Ben and I picked up some beer, some Mai Tai mix and a bottle of rum and were back to the cottage in time to head for the beach. We played around in the water, got some beach time and had a really relaxing afternoon. I suspect the coming evening was on every ones mind, but just feeling the warm sun on my body without any deadlines to meet was wonderful. We talked and read, splashing into the calm bay when we got too warm. Getting in the water meant repeated applications of sun screen and repeated opportunities for me to touch Sheri's slender body. I would guess her breasts were 36 c's and her sexy bottom was hard to keep my hands off of. I was thinking about last night, and how it was a kind of foreplay for this evening. We'd all flirted and weren't rebuffed, we had shown each other some nakedness and no one had been offended, and had left unsaid what we all understood. There was no need for strip poker tonight, but I soon learned there was another game afoot. It was called the Cockometer. After a Thai dinner, complete with some innocent tasting drinks, we settled back down at the dinning room table and they watched as I rolled a couple of joints. It had been pretty easy to pick up some weed from the locals and this was supposed to be pretty good stuff. Apparently it was, because by the time we were forgetting whose turn it was, I was feeling like I was detached from my body and my head felt like it was filled with cotton. We'd moved to the living room and were feeling pretty good when Sheri got up from the couch and went into the bedroom and got the porn shop bags. She set the harnesses and the 'hand crafted' cocks on the coffee table, plopped the magazines on the couch and put one the DVD in the player. When the advertisements started she muted the sound and sat back down between Ben and I, looking lovely as she put an arm around both of our necks. Sex was on the way, but first Ben and I had to pass the Cockometer Test. The girls had taken a leaf out of the dinning room table and laid it across the backs of two chairs. We were offered the choice: either go along with the test or the sexy clothes, and the strap-ons would go back to the store and there would be no extracurricular activities for the rest of our stay on the island. Talk about an offer you can't refuse. I relit the joint and held my breath for as long as I could, and blowing the smoke toward the celling, I passed the joint to Ben. "You game?" Ben nodded as he tried to get comfortable on the big couch; it seemed his pants were suddenly too tight. "OK, we're in." We watched the preparations with interest, amazed how sexy it is watching the two woman move furniture. The bending, the tiptoe stretching, and the heavy lifting was like watching girls playing volleyball on the beach and not getting a poke in the ribs for it. With the table leaf in place across the backs of the chairs, we were lead, one at a time, to the makeshift docket. I felt breasts pressing against my back and felt nimble fingers unbutton my pants and pull them down to my ankles. They weren't my wife's breasts either. Who ever had taken my pants off reached between my legs and pulled the front of my boxers down over my half erect penis- I only think of it as a cock when it's hard, and I shivered when her fingernails scraped down my butt cheeks as she pulled my boxers down and let them drop to the floor. The test was this. The girls found some questions in the magazine, and they would read them to us, one after another, gauging our answers by whether our erections became harder or drooped toward the deck. I was thinking this could be fun, mysterious even -- I couldn't see Ben's cock and he couldn't see mine, no comparing notes; the answers could be a little embarrassing, but it was foreplay, upping the threshold, and I'm the first on to admit that I love the kissing, and the tonguing and the touching almost as much as I like the screwing. I was ready and my cock was ready. They sat on the bar stools opposite us , seemingly unable to get comfortable -- they crossed and uncrossed their legs, whispered to each other, gazes fixed the metering devices and nodding of heads. They were five feet from us, and I was sure the chances were good we'd all end up in bed together. I was getting an erection just thinking about what the evening held in store. Lori had settled down with her legs spread and Sheri had her legs crossed in front of her. Ben looked at me and with an indulgent look on his face and had just started to roll his eyes when his wife spoke up. "OK guys, remember we're talking to your cocks here, your cock's are going to tell us all about you two." Sheri cleared her throat and in a hesitant voice read first question 'have you ever gotten a little hard when a story includes the virgin guy draped over the arm of the couch; his pants down around his ankles, his girlfriend straps on a cock and then jacks him off while she shoves that long dick up his naked ass?" Ben did a double take and started to open his mouth. Lori looked on as Sheri fixed her gaze on me "How about you Arnie, ever get a twinge when you think about things like that; it says here that men think about all kinds of crazy shit then they can't quite get off, like imagining a finger or two up your butt?" I was sure I grew harder at that one. I couldn't resist, her word pictures were too vivid, and I wondered if I looked as wild as I felt. I seemed to earn a reprieve and Sheri turned her attentions back to Ben. "What about High School, Ben, you stick you hand in any boys pants in high school?" Ben laughed. "No boys in high school, I can tell you." "How about you Arnie, anything you want to tell us about?" "Nope, same as Ben, just trying to make out, cop a feel if I could, and nights spent jacking off." Their questions were getting a little too personal. "So how long is this inquisition going to last, we've all thought about things we don't want to talk about, so what's the point of this?" "You're thinking short term there, Ben. Long term is me laying in your bed sucking on your wife's tits while she fingers my pussy, and then maybe she fucks me with one of the strap-on's we bought today." "We're going to be here for two more nights, guys. We'll do fun things for you, we'll do them with you, but we want more than a couple of nice stiff cocks in return, and this magazine article suggests it's better to let your own cocks speak for themselves." "So there's three parts to this - first part we ask and watch, the second part is more hand's on, and the third part is an action item, where we make the decision what will happen next. Ben and exchanged looks at the term "action item." "What about it boys, ready for round two?" Another question with no answer required. "This is going to take a minute or two, so if you want a drink or something..." My mouth was dry, and before I realized what I was doing, I asked Ben if he wanted something from the kitchen. The trip out to the kitchen was not the problem, it was when I headed back that I noticed Ben watched my swinging erection bob back and forth as I brought the drinks back and put them on our makeshift table. He didn't give his thoughts away as he took a big swig on the frosty Maiti and watched me maneuver my hard-on back out of sight. Well, I'd sure checked him out earlier and I'd be willing to bet he saw me do it too. But I still I didn't know where he stood; was he turned on too, or was it just me? A few months ago, the whole question of my teenage behavior would have meant nothing to me, but after I read a short story my sexual fantasies turned in a most unexpected direction. The story was about a guy who's in the back of a chauffeured limo when his wife tells him she wants him to give the driver a blow job. He doesn't think, he just nods. The car stops. The guy is naked in the head lights, kneeling, sucking the driver's cock, and his dick is sticking out like an iron bar. Ben and I sort of watched the DVD while we waited for the 'test' to continue, and when it came time for the male members of the 'cast' to have their solos I looked at Ben and he was looking at me, his eyes wide and a deer in the headlights look on his face. A strap on up the ass is one thing, making out with a guy was quite another matter. What the hell had we agreed to here? When the girls returned from their bedroom conference, the moved their stools closer and when they went to sit down, the two women changed sides. I found myself looking into Sheri's pretty brown eyes. Loir explained while Sheri handled the play by play. "You can't see it Ben, but you can tell by the look on Arnie's face that your wife has taken hold of my husband's cock, and she did it something like this." Ben looked surprised and then so very contented. My wife has very knowing hands and she certainly knows their way around my cock, my balls, and everywhere else she wants to put them. I took a large sip from my drink; Ben's long look at my swinging hard-on had made me a little warm. Sheri could feel my stirrings when Lori asked: "So, no cocks for either one of you in school, huh." Would she just shut up about the dicks. Talk about pussy or fishing or anything but cocks. "How about later, we all grew up in the valley, either of you guys ever stray over the hill to Hollywood? A little experimenting; maybe searching out a gay bar and a little messing around in the back seat of a car?" Silence. Sheri kept hold of my cock while Lori was asking about the back seat of a stranger's car. Only pulling away long enough to unbutton her blouse, unhook her bra, and drop them both behind her. Her breasts jutting toward me as she stretched then swayed invitingly when she straightened in her stool and wrapped her warm fingers around my hard cock. You like my breasts, Arnie? She squeezed my cock and I noticed my own bare breasted wife doing something to Ben's cock under the table. Sheri had slipped one hand down to my balls, but there was no way she missed the surge of lust that swelled my hard-on when Lori asked the next question: "You're on a construction site, it's been hot week and you're one of the last guys to get your tools loaded up. A laborer you'd seen around the job site walks over with a couple of bottles of water. Handing you one, he offers to help you lift your heavy box of parts up into the pickup bed. After the box is in the truck, he leans against the side of the truck and mentions he's headed for another job out of state. He pulls a bottle of hand cream out of his pocket and the next thing you know he's got you pined against the side of your truck, his beefy forearm pressing you so tightly you can hardly breathe. You hadn't been paying much attention to what he was saying, but he has your attention now. You watch the bottle of hand cream he's tossing up in the air, catching it in his free hand. When your gaze returns to his eyes, he says 'sometimes when I leave a job, I get a chance to say goodbye in my own special way, and today is your lucky day. You have two choices here, either you drop your pants and let me pour this hand cream on your cock, or you take a week off while you ribs heal up.' Without waiting for an answer, he catches the bottle, puts it down on the bed of the truck, pulls your tool belt suspenders off one shoulder and unbuckles you belt. You know that if he pulls the other suspender down, the weight of the tools will pull your pants off and he will see that you don't have any underwear on. The question is: will you have a hard-on when he squeezes the slippery cream on your dick?" Cockometer Ch. 01 Shit! Another cock question. What's she trying to do to me? I had to be oozing precum and was as hard as a rock, probably dripping by now.... Was Ben turned on too? I didn't dare look at his face. I looked around the room for a mirror, any glassy surface that would reflect an image of his cock. Was he disgusted, afraid? There was no way to tell. Sheri had felt how I reacted to the other questions; how my cock was responding to thoughts I hadn't had in years. I was longing for relief, a few hot strokes maybe, soft lips on my aching head; I was so fucking turned on. Ben was squirming; my wife can make my cock feel like a lightning rod in and electrical storm, so I know Ben's balls are ready to burst. She's close enough to kiss Ben on the lips, her voice low and sexy, "you know I want you, don't you?" Ben made some kind of low sound. "So here's the picture: you're in a secluded meadow over looking a busy highway and you're on your knees, you've got your legs wide apart and the breeze feels cool on your balls and besides, it just feels decadent to keep your cheeks spread open. You're holding his cock, your other hand on his balls, fondling them the way you like it, squeezing him just hard enough to let him know you mean business. So, the question is: would you start by kissing him with little licks all over his very hard dick, or just latch onto his head with a wet, sloppy French kiss?" The French kiss, obviously, and please let the others think its cotton mouth that made me choke. When I felt I could sound normal, I tried to speak but my dick had taken control of my body. Sheri had hold of my cock for sure; I'd cum in a moment if she stroked me. I was so primed, and she kept touching my balls with her finger tips, just grazing my skin, my curly hair sending pleasure pulses and I want to thrust into her hand, pump my cock into her fingers, but I gritted my teeth and kept still. We could see the television and the images flicked from close ups of sex on silk sheets, big boobs, ass fucking, girl on girl, couples, women with cocks in every opening, and a quick flash of two men doing a sixty-nine. Ben got up and brought the bottle and two shot glasses which he filled and handed me one. "We're in trouble here buddy", he muttered, "they want to see more than just a hand job out of us and that DVD isn't helping. " He thought for a minute and then continued. "Well, I don't care what they want; there's no way I'm kissing your ugly mug. No offence, man, but you're just not my type." Ben clinked his shot glass against mine and tossed it down. I slowly shook my head and tipped my glass up, the burning liquid did nothing to change things. My hard-on had drooped now that Ben's wife had let me go, and I was pretty sure I saw her tasting my pre cum before she picked up the stool she had been sitting on. She sure had some nice breasts. "Maybe we can snow them, Ben, you know, dazzle them with bull shit, or something. Maybe they'll get so hot watching the video, the whole thing will be just a fantasy and I can finally get your wife to fuck me." "I hear ya man, but I got a bad feeling about this." I turned my back when I stood back from our makeshift inquisition table and wiped my shrinking cock off with my shirttails. As we expected, the DVD had everything your standard foursome should include: pussy eating by all, cock sucking by both women and, sure enough, by the men too, everyone fucking everyone else in all the available orifices. Our wives were silently watching the men getting it on with each other, and I even heard my wife moaning an occasional "yes" as a cock slipped between one of the guys lips. Ben and I were still bottomless and Sheri, although not obvious about it was giving me a 'cockometer' check from time to time. I had to wonder if my wife had shared my mention of the Literotica story about the limo dirver. Ben and I were rummaging in the frig., our inquisitors had disappeared into the bedroom, arms each other, giggling as they closed the door. We stood there, the moisture dripping off the untouched bottles, listening for clues, and, if you can imagine such a thing, we had none. We sat there picturing what was going on behind that door and why weren't we getting in on it. Shrugging at Ben, I slouched down on the couch and muted the sound on the video. Sheri was the first one thru the door. She was wearing black skimpy boy shorts which had barely cupped her pussy and only covered about half of her sexy ass. Her Georgia Peach breasts were barely covered by the tiny triangles of the spaghetti string top she was wearing and they swayed as she walked, the sheere material flowing easily over her nipples, the bottom of her lightly tanned breasts, exposed to us as she stood before us, her tight panties accenting her swollen lips. She knew I was looking at her breasts under her flimsy top, she was watching as my eyes jumped from her grey-green eyes to her hard nipples. Lori must have followed Sheri out of the bedroom, but she just seemed to appear out of thin air; somehow I had missed seeing my own wife. She should have been hard to miss in that black platform bra which barely contained her large breasts, the matching black panties, tight between her legs. "So boys, here's the deal. Lori and I would love to swap with the two of you, but seeing as how this is a once in a lifetime trip to the islands and we have two more days to fool around, we want the full deal meal from you two, just like in the video. We plan to go into that bedroom and use one of those strap-on cocks on each other. We don't need an audience, we need players. So, the questions is do your want to play too?" Ben and I exchanged looks and he started to say something. Sheri continued before he could get a word out, "Mari, the woman from the porn shop, was talking to us while she demoed the strap-ons; she said she and Arthur would be free this evening -- you remember Arthur, the black guy from the store; she said they could come by and help fine tune the strap-ons.' She put her hands on wife's shoulders rocked her hips. "In fact, she said Arthur would suck both of your cocks if he could fuck the two of us." "The idea has a certain appeal, but we want to get down and dirty with the two of you and all we need is a little cooperation to get things started.' "And besides," Lori chimed in, "I don't want that hotty hogging the cock I've spend years training, to say nothing of the plans I have for your Ben here. But to get back to the 'who's going to be doing what' at our foursome party, the cockometer told us your darkest secrets. We know both you guys get a little turned on by cocks, just like women's fantasies might wander to another women sucking on their breasts while they trying to get off. You know, when rubbing and squeezing our secret parts won't quite do the job, and fanaticizing about some naughty, dangerous sex seems like just the thing. I'm sure that when guys get desperate for that freight train of buzzy feelings, they might imagine they're tied up and fucked and, and. And, I've..... Do we have any rope?" Ben and I aren't believing this. It sounds like my wife wants to be tied up and fucked. Ben tired again. "Girls, I have some questions." "Say we want to go along with what you want, but one of us decides........" He stopped in mid sentence when Lori held a deck of cards out to him. "Enough of this bull shit, Ben! Pick a card." She touched the lighter to what was left of the joint, and, still holding her breath, she passed me the deck and told me in that funny little voice to take a card as well. "The time for talking is done, boys, show us what you got." We lay down our cards; Ben drew a king of spades and I pulled a seven of diamonds. "OK, that decides who is going to do what. Sheri, would you get some had towels, some wash cloths, and the bath mat out of the bathroom. I'll get a pan of warm water from the kitchen and we'll get this show on the road." Apparently, part of my anatomy was paying attention to the preparations, particularly the warm water and washcloths part. Ben may not have known what was going to happen, but I thought I did. Lori passed on the joint as she went by and I took a big hit and held it while the girls went around the living room turning out lights and moving the foot stool and coffee table off to one side and opening the curtains on the sliding glass doors. We could smell the salt air and the moon light shimmering off the calm waters of the bay. My wife was standing behind the thick backed couch and I could feel her breasts against the back of my head; "You know, she said softly, sucking a cock is no big deal, Sheri and I have done it lots of times, but neither of us has ever gone down on a woman. We're going to try it tonight and according to the cockometer, one of you is going to try something too." Even with my head stuffed with cotton, I knew where this was going. The girls pulled us up from the sofa and lead us to the white cotton bath mat and placed us facing each other. We were naked from the waist down, and I could see Ben was getting aroused. His cock looked a lot like mine; circumcised, about my same size, but his cock was nested in light brown pubes and mine were black. "Any volunteers´ Sheri asked, looking past her husband's shoulders and into my eyes. Neither of us spoke. Lori took off my shirt and my stomach quivered as she ran her fingers over my pecks and down to my cock. She gently held my erection in her hand, using it as a handle to pull me down to my knees and then knelt beside me, Sheri knelt across from her and the sound of heavy breathing filled the charged night air. The moon's reflection was behind Ben and all I could see was the silhouette of his hips and his legs, and of course, his swollen member hanging between his legs. I was trembling inside. I had fanaticized about something like this, but could I go thru with it? Was fucking Ben's wife worth sucking a cock? I had thought so when the thought first occurred to me, but now, with his dick inches from my face, I was having doubts. but there I was, kneeling like a supplicant, my cock growing harder, Ben's fully erect cock staring me in the face. Lori dipped one of the large fluffy wash cloths into the warm liquid, dripped water across my legs and then I heard Ben moan as Lori soaked his balls with the wet cloth. She dipped more water from the bowl, thoroughly wetting his sack, cupping his balls, slowly dragging the soft terrycloth over his sensitive skin as she washed him down. He was really hard now, his balls sucked up tight against his shaft and when she wrapped a fresh gush of water around his erection, he groaned out loud. She took his sack in one hand and cupped the hot cloth over his cock head and squeezed him, smushing the cloth into his dripping head. He was arching his back, pushing against her, encouraging her to do more. She took the dripping cloth from his cock and milked his hard dick, rubbing his juices all over my mouth and under my nose, then, gently, she forced my lips open. I let her put her fingers in my mouth and kind went with the flow, tasting the juices from his cock head and found myself very turned on by the hot fucking nastiness of it all. Sheri had been fondling, lightly stroking her husband's ass cheeks, while Lori tried to make him pass out from lust. She caught my eye and looked up. Ben was looking down at us with a dazed smile on his face and it took him a bit to notice we were both looking up at him. "We've been had buddy" he groaned, "they set us up real good." I had my own hot cloth now, the warm water seeping between my fingers. Ben's knees weakened when I wrapped the dripping cloth around his erection, the warm drops trickling down his dick and warming his balls. I knew I wanted to try this, try sucking another man's dick, but it was taboo, always had been, and even though the sexual longing was strong and my own cock was hard as a rock, still I hesitated. All of us were motionless, I had the wash cloth around his cock, holding him, trying to take the plunge; Sheri and Lori were half bathed in moonlight, the curve of their breasts silhouetted against the flickering moon light, their nipples fuck-me hard. Ben was a dark shape too, a faintly luminous man, his balls swayed a little as he moved one foot and then the other, spreading his legs. I looked up at him as I pulled the dripping cloth off his shadowed erection. "Ben, I'm sorry man, but I don't think I can do this." He was smiling down on me as his calloused fingers touched my cheeks. I was in a tableau, frozen in a dream, the head of his cock was glistening, reflecting a pinpoint of light from some where down the beach. It was like looking at my own hard on. I knew the pleasure a simple touch can bring, if I could let go and attack his cock I could turn him into a quivering, groaning shadow of his cocky self, but I just couldn't move. It was like looking in a mirror at my own cock, so close my eyes were crossed trying to bring focus to the oozing precum that was so close to my lips. My cock jumped as Ben's fingertips found their way into my ears, and his knowing fingers silenced the sounds of the beach, the voices of the few couples strolling in the warm moonlight. I could hear my heart beating in the silence and he massaged my ears, rolling my sensitive parts between fingers and thumb, my short shallow breath was loud in the tingling silence, and I closed my eyes as I felt his slippery penis slip past lips and into my half open mouth. I could feel the beating of Ben's heart, the pulsing of his cockhead against the tip of my tongue. I had no thoughts battling in my head anymore, I had done it, his cock was in my mouth and I was tasting another man. I sensed the power of his cock; he could bend me backwards on the floor and fuck my face is he wanted to, and I was pretty sure I wouldn't fight it. Ben was still holding my face, ever so slowly pushing himself into my mouth. I made him earn it by pushing back, denying him with my tongue. There was no way I was going to let the son of a bitch deep throat me, but he was being gentle, getting off on fucking my mouth, but helping me enjoy it too. His cock was so slippery, and his head was really spongy and when I squeezed it against the roof of my mouth, jolts of sexual energy shot through me when I made him surge. He'd pull out a little and I'd suck him back in then pull back, and I was sucking him in, instinctively cupping his balls, feeling my cock strain as I tugged on his pubic hair, pulling down on his sack, then pushing the heel of my hand up on the dick muscle between his legs, making his hard-on push harder against my tongue, deeper into my mouth. I would never French-kiss a Ben, or any other man, but I sure was getting off sucking his cock. Go figure. I didn't care that I had given him control of my mouth; I was wallowing in the decadence, sucking on a dick and it was only a matter of time before I'd have my cock in Ben's mouth. I came to realize that as long as he didn't shoot his wad, he was mine. I could do what ever I wanted to him and he would let me. Should I touch his ass. He was slow fucking my mouth, setting a pace that allowed the savoring of my lips around his cock while he pumped his way to cumming in my mouth. Slow and easy, in and out, just indulging himself, letting the feelings grow. My hands were on his hips, my head rocking back and forth as I reached under his half unbuttoned shirt and felt my way up his clenching stomach, over the cleft of his hard pecks and onto his nipples; they stiffened at my touch. His smooth strokes faltered as I gripped his muscular chest, squeezing him hard, pulling on his nipples, rolling them, treating him roughly and forcing him to push past my lips to get to my swirling tongue. I let him get back into his rhythm before I slipped my hands down his back, thinking about my own love handles as trailed my fingertips over his hips and let my finger nails trial down over his firm ass. This was where the rubber hits the road. Ben was trying not to show any desire to have his ass played with, but as we all know, his cock will give him away. I had my arms wrapped around his hips, feeling him, pulling his cheeks apart, hinting at more by grazing his crack with a fingertip, then feeling down the backs of his legs, switching hands and doing a fingertip crawl up the insides of his thighs. He shuddered when I cupped his balls in my hands. Time for more water. When I reached down more hot water, I found it had cooled. I was panting when I pulled my lips off his cock, the precum my wife had spread into my nose was making it hard to catch my breath and there was an audible pop when I pulled his dick free. I turned to my wife. "Could you get me some more warm water and a few more cloths?" I mouthed the words 'lube too' as she started to get up. She gave me a long an sensual kiss, touched Ben's glistening cock with her finger tip, and got to her feet. Ben's wife put her fingers to my cheek and drew me to her lips. The ferocity of her kiss took me by surprise; she needs something soon, and I sorely wanted to give it to her. The stainless bowl settled softly into the rumpled towels. I had been slowly stroking Ben's cock, fondling his balls while Lori got the supplies for what would be the more kinky part of my cock sucking debut. I took hold of his thighs and pushed out on his legs, watching his cock sway as he shifted his weight and spread his legs wider. I increased the pressure on his nuts and he got the picture. I kept squeezing until he was spread wide apart. I couldn't help spreading my own legs and arching my back so my ass was sticking out and my balls hanging free, aching for someone to touch them. Ben groaned again when I sloshed the warm water down the crack of his ass. I dipped another batch and shoved the hot cloth between his cheeks, moving the cloth deeper, feeling for his hole through the hot dripping barrier. I pushed against his ass and took his cock back into my mouth, sucking hard on his head, fucking him with my lips. He responded with a harder thrust and I let him go deeper, his cock had reached the back of my mouth and was pressing against my throat. Ben didn't see me holding out my little finger. Lori, my wife of twenty years, moved behind him and squeezed a good dollop on my finger tip and then worked a dry towel between his ass cheeks. He was squirming while she roughly kneading his buns and brushed her large breasts against his back, and he relaxed his buns for her as Lori inched the rough terrycloth deep between his cheeks. He swayed his hips for her, spreading his cheeks, letting her, inviting her to do nasty things to his ass. He's beside himself with lust, his knees bent and his upper body was taught, his pecks hard, anchoring his out of control cock as he reached new levels of want for whatever debauchery this man and his wife were capable of inflicting on him. That crackling, electric-like energy between his legs, thrusting , twitching, waiting and wanting, and when I reached his anus, he shuddered, trembling then sighing as I ever so slowly pushed my fingers under Lori's towel, the rough toweling pulling at his damp skin as my fingers --another man's fingers-- forced the protective toweling away and probed, fingers lifting the cloth, while other fingers ever so lightly graze his skin, mapping his cleft, venturing outside the cloth to grip his cheeks and pummel his cock head with my tongue, then snapping the towel away and attacking his crack, rough and aggressive, probing finger tips became rough knuckles, then my fist rolling twisting his crack apart, finding the soft hole, rubbing on the jelly, my small knuckle reaming him, my mouth on his cock, and he spreads, pushes against my fist, demanding more, and I want to give it to him, but I consider the payback. Just a finger for now, see how it goes; I know I'd like a finger while I was getting a blow job, but Ben's cock in my ass? That was something else entirely. Cockometer Ch. 01 I had my arms wrapped around the backs of his thigh, my biceps pulling his legs against my chest, and when I slowed my finger and started to pull out his breath caught and he froze, waiting for what I would do to him next. I knew what I would want if it was Ben's mouth wrapped around my cock. I clamped my lips over my teeth and gave him a tight hole to pushing into. He was going for it, pumping harder and faster, and after my wife lubed up my index finger, I started lashing his cockhead with my tongue and when I thrust even harder, I shoved my finger into his ass and matched my thrusts to his cock thrust. He was abusing my mouth and I was abusing his ass; we fucked each other faster and faster, his balls were tight against his cock and I let them slide across my fingers until I took them in my warm hand and tugged on him, first as his cock rammed into my mouth, then back when I drove into his ass. I wondered if I would shoot my load before I got my cock into his wife's pussy, but his thrusts got ragged and I rimmed my finger around his slippery hole, thrusting into him harder and deeper and when I twisted my finger around in his ass, he shot a huge load of cum into my mouth, shuddering, holding me my the ears and thrusting into me and I let my finger come out of his ass only to find him pulling my face against him and pushing his ass against my finger, not wanting to pull his cock out of my mouth, but wanted more finger up his ass. My dick was hard as a rock and I felt like it would shatter as I finger fucked him while he fought to keep his balance and when his softening cock slipped from my cum covered lips, he went down on his knees and I moved with him, using my own knees to hold his legs apart while I held his balls in my hand, his glistening prick in my hand. His feet were tucked under his legs; my wife cradled him in her arms, his back against her breasts, and he wanted to kiss her, but I still had his dick in my hand, fondling his hypersensitive head with my thumb and fingers. He started to pull away, because the bolts of sensation coming from his dick head were too much to handle, but he clenched his teeth and held my eyes while he moaned and squirmed, willing me to do my worst to him. He had his palms on the floor and he held his hips out, the head of his softening cock sending waves of pleasurable agony. His mouth was opened and his forehead was glistening as I tormented him, his hips were barely moving, but his legs grew wider apart and I took his sack in my fingers, pulling on it as his eyes begged me not to stop my onslaught. There was precum dripping from the head of my dick as I made him groan, his legs trembling against mine, his head now pressing hard on my wife's shoulder wanting me to stop, but not wanting that at all. Lori was smiling at me because she had done the same thing to me, tortured my sensitive cock after I'd cum, but she'd stop after a few strokes, but I wasn't stopping. I was getting off on watching him endure the overpowering pleasure, hoping I would be forced to go through it too. His sensitivity finally subsided, and after a final shudder, I let go of his slippery cock head and watched as he lay back against my wife's chest and she wrapped her arms around him, tracing her hands over his abs, squeezing his nipples and caressing his cheek, pulling him tight against her as she turned to look at me, saying in a dreamy voice "I love you Arnie". Ben caught my eye and mouthed "I love you too, man." My face was burning; was it lust or was it shame. The thoughts battled in my mind and I just barely noticed the sound of a zipper, felt the light touch of Sheri's hand on my shoulder and then heard the laughter in her voice as she said "oh, shit". She was hopping on one foot, trying to keep her balance, her foot tangled in her shorts which were stuck on her calf. Just before she fell, her foot came free, and she turned toward me, settling with a bump on the floor next to me, her legs were folded under her as only a woman can, her peach sized breasts were tantalizing, nipples hard, their dark areolas a shadow in the dim light, her boy shorts stretched tight around her curvy hips. We had been friends for years and I had to admit to myself that I had secretly fantasized about her body, and now here she was, her smiling face mere inches from my cum smeared lips. She kissed me lightly and I touched her face, tucking her hair behind her ear, letting my hand trace the line of her jaw, I was drawn into her eyes, entranced by her lashes, the little crinkling smile lines that seemed so perfectly inviting. We had often exchanged casual glances over a dinner table, passing each other in a kitchen or by the pool, sometimes our innocent eye contact lingering just slightly longer than friends ought before one of us became aware of it, and broke the contact. But now I couldn't look away, didn't have to because it was OK to look at Ben's wife, OK to let my fascination grow into desire, OK to bask in the sexual current that was building because of my nakedness and our attraction to each other. I'd been on my knees for too long, ignoring the aches and pains of my forty years old body while Ben's hard cock had been the center of my universe, but now I needed to straighten out my legs. Sheri, noticing my discomfort, moved over giving me room to unfold and stretch out on the floor. She lay down next to me, her face resting on my bicep and we were both content to lie there, knowing we were going to make love to each other, my mind still whirling from what I had done, and the excitement of Ben's wife laying there, not having the wall of civil manners between us, knowing there would be no social censure for looking at each other's bodies, no chiding looks for ogling another woman's breasts, and no guilt at my nudity and my semi hard cock almost touching her leg. I felt a sense of wonder that after all these years, Sheri was actually lying next to me, kissing me, wanting my body in more ways than one. We lay there, closer now, feeling like daring teenagers making out on the couch while parents were away shopping. Her touch on my bare chest brought perspiration to my brow and our kisses deepened. I was nibbling on her lip, wanting to taste her, questioning her lips with my tongue, hinting at her to open up and let me into her mouth when I realized my lips were covered with dried cum and my breath probably smelled like a rutting goat. I gave her a little kiss on the tip of her nose and hugged her. "I need to get cleaned up" I whispered and pushed myself off the floor, offering my hand and pulled her up as I got to my feet. I was fully erect again and my hard-on swayed from side to side as we walked down the hall toward the bedrooms. I smiled when I heard Sheri call over her shoulder, "I'm taking Arnie to the bathroom to get him cleaned up, and we'll be right back." The zillion lights surrounding the bathroom mirror made me to squint as I ran warm water in one of the matching basins. My mouth and cheeks didn't look as sluttish as I thought they would. One might have thought I looked this way from wolfing down a fast melting ice cream cone, but Sheri had watched her husband fucking my mouth and knew the dried gooiness ringing my mouth had come out of her husbands dick. The warm soapy water loosened the dried cum from my lips and when I rinsed my face and nose, a new smell from between Sheri's legs got my attention; that and the expression on her face as she looked at my cock in the mirror was spinning our emotions around; we were good friends, but sexual strangers, and here we were, apprehensive, unsure, and horney. Sheri broke eye contact with me and bent over the counter to search through one of the bags from the porn shop, the bright lights bounced off the ass-hugging black panties highlighting her long admired rear end. I was watching her reflection in the mirror while I wiped my mouth and put my tooth brush away. I noticed she had pulled out one of the .075 butt bangers and a twinge bounced around between my legs. We were both fixated on the smaller, ass friendly cock when I stepped behind her and asked if she had ever kissed a woman before, and then whispered as I looked into her eyes in the mirror. "Are you and Lori lovers?" She blushed and seemed less sure of herself. "I.... no we're not lovers, and no I haven't kissed a woman before. This whole porn shop, the cockometer thing was supposed to be a joke, just a little turn on to spice up things for the four of us, but you turned the tables on us and now Lori wants to cover me in massage oil, she wants to make out with me, and I think she really wants to have sex with me. I mean, it was a turn on thinking about strutting around with a cock strapped between my legs, and the whole thing of holding your cock while you answered our questions made me horny, but now I wonder if I'm not where you were a little while ago? Am I afraid of kissing Lori because I might like it too much, I might like her to make love to me? I mean look at my nipples, they're harder than they've ever been and all I seem to think about is kissing her and kissing you, and wanting every kind of forbidden sex I can think of." Sheri pushed back hard against me, swaying her hips against my stiffness while she lowered her arms and closed her hand around my erection. Turning me around by my hard-on, she turned off the bathroom lights, and we held hands as we walked back down the darkened hall to find Lori and Sheri's husband slow dancing in the moonlight. My wife let her hand brush against Ben's semi erect cock as she turned toward us, kissed him lightly on the lips and walked seductively toward us. Shari still held my hand and pulled me up behind her. Lori took Sheri's face in her finger tips, brushing her hair back and hovering just below her ears while she searched my face then drew closer, her hand lightly resting on Sheri's neck, their breasts brushing, her lips bare inches from their first kiss. I pushed my cock against Sheri's ass nudging her toward Lori's waiting lips, holding my breath, feeling Sheri shudder as she let go of my hand, and surrendering to her destiny, took my wife in her arms and melted into her embrace. Their kiss was at first tentative, their eyes open, and their lips barely touching. I quietly stepped back, mesmerized by what I was seeing. Their eyes fluttered closed and the kiss became more intense, chests pressed together, their delightful curves complementing each other's, their hips slowly undulating as the soft music sent them turning, then taking tentative steps, arms around waists and shoulders, dancing, oblivious to Ben and I as we made our way to the couch, my hard dick aching as I sat down. Both of us had our eyes glued to the sensuous seduction unfolding before us, Ben taking a long look at my hard on as we as we settled back into the cool cushions. I longed for them to take off the rest of their clothing, but I would have to wait. They turned slowly, breaking their kiss, then, unable to stop, kissed again, their first date seeming chaste in the moonlight. I noticed Ben's cock stirring as they turned, the subdued light highlighting their sensuous dance and my fantasies about the here to for forbidden body of Ben's wife were continuing to swirl and I was sure she would soon overcome the last of her inhibitions and give in to the lust that hung thick in the air. I glanced over at Ben and found him looking at me. I had the feeling he had been looking at my cock again, but he recovered and silently motioned a question about rolling another joint. We both got up and kept our eyes glued to our two wives as we made our way to the stash in the kitchen. My wife had taken control of the night and I purposely stood against the counter, my hard cock pointing straight out in front of me while I watched my wife seduce the sexy Sheri. Ben twisted up a joint and handed it to me. As I fired it up, Ben grinned and nodded toward our two women. This time I was sure his gaze flickered down for a quick look between my legs. I hadn't really considered it, because giving him a blow job had really been about me, but I knew Ben had been thinking about what it was like for me to have his dick in my mouth and what it would be like to take charge of my cock and fondle my ass as he French-kissed the glistening purple head of my straining erection. The girls slowed their dance long enough to take a few hits, kissing, sharing the smoke and visibly relaxing. Ben and I just stood there, definitely buzzed, watching the girls who were just a ripped as we were, and I noticed the air in the room seemed to solidify, holding the moment still, several seconds went by, then a snicker, eyes darting back and forth, puzzled looks, trying not to laugh, failing miserably because the thought that cracked them all up was gone in the first nanosecond, never to be seen again. Corny as it sounds, a kind of friendship group hug led to a wet eye or two before turning into a free-for-all of groping and panting. THE GIRLS TURN My side ached from laughing so hard, and Lori slipped an arm around my waist, her finger tips light on my back side as Ben got back to business. "OK" he began, laughter still in his voice, "now that we've got that out of the way, we have important things to attend to." "Yes" Arnie said as seriously as he could, "We are speaking, of course, of a cockometer test for you two". I felt myself blushing at the memory of Arnie's dick swelling in my hands. The more Lori questioned our husbands about cock sucking, the more it became obvious it turned him on. Ben couldn't see it, but Lori and I sure did. The guys knew full well Lori had opened the door for them and held it open until one of them got on his knees and sucked a dick; now it was our turn to explore our 'bi' side. "We've decided that for the testing we'll use the dinning room chairs again", Ben continued as he walked my wife up against one of the chairs and Arnie couldn't help watching Sheri's swaying rear end before turning her back side against the chair back. My breasts seemed larger, pushing at the filmy cloth of my loosely tied top, my fingers tips moist on the back of the chair; Lori seemed more at ease, her large breasts spilling out of her lacy top. "I can see you're both excited, but it would be hard --no pun intended- for us to tell what turns you on just from just your breasts, so we'll be using the hands on method." Lori and I exchanged glances. As in your cockometer test, we'll be using a two part turn-on test. First is the visual, and second is tactile and if we can't make a decision, we may ask the test subjects to judge the results them selves." "Any questions?" Ben didn't wait for an answer. "No? Then we'll begin." I started to say something, anything to derail, delay the questions that would bare for all the secret thoughts I was afraid to recognize. Arnie cut me off by reminding us that it was our bodies would be doing the talking for us, and no answers were necessary. It had been so much fun to watch Arnie squirm as we questioned him, and now it was my turn. Lori had the hint of a smile on her face, probably she too was remembering Ben and Arnie's befuddled expressions we watched their cocks twitch at the questions Lori asked. Arnie had a bemused expression as he listened to my murmured "but, but...." Ben walked over to Lori and put his fingertips on her stomach. "Now, given the lack of visual cues, we'll need to establish a, um, base line....." Arnie was watching me as Ben had his hand on Lori's stomach and was slowly reaching down, his fingers sliding down her silky panties, over her mound and between the cleft of her lips. My mind was racing and I felt hot with excitement. Arnie was going to touch me and my husband was going to ask me questions about sex and I knew my body was going to betray me, and Arnie was going to know it. My world narrowed. Arnie brushed his finger tips across my stomach, the touch of his dry fingertips radiated whispers of desire, and unbidden shards of lust prickled between my legs. Was this what Arnie felt when I held his cock my hands while Lori interrogated him, or was it that I was standing at the platform about to step aboard a train whose destination I could only guess at. The train surged out of that station when Arnie's hand stole down and cupped my pussy. Ben slowly shook his head. "I just can't tell, Arnie, I think I need more information." Arnie had this shit eating grin on his face and echoed, "More information, yes, more information required." Ben moved his hand under the thin material and raked his fingernails down, parting Lori's silky hair, spreading her lips, smiling at her as his finger slipping into her moist sex. I knew from hearing Loir's sharp intake of breath what Arnie was going to do to me. I took a shallow breath, looked him in the eyes, and couldn't keep from trembled a little as he hooked his finger tips on my low cut panties, and pulled them away from my stomach. He hesitated, mouthed a silent "OK?" I let out the breath I'd been holding, and breathed a quivering "yes" and ever so slowly, savoring the moment, he moved down, his fingers crawling deeper down my trimmed bush until he reached the furrow of my lips, then, pausing to savor the moment, he looked into my eyes, then spread me with two fingers, and slowly curled a finger, moving down the cleft of my lips, pressing deeper until the hot surge between my legs told the rest of my body that the sex train had left the station and was quickly gaining speed. This must have been how the guys felt when Lori and I took hold of their erections. No wonder they were willing to let us toy with them, to let us ask them embarrassing questions about their hidden desires, and to finally to let go of their inhibitions and act on their deepest secrets. I resisted the urge to kiss Arnie as he pulled his hand back out of my panties, stepping back as Ben, took the how-to magazine in hand, theatrically cleared his throat and pretended to read. "You are on a bed fucking your man, when another cock brushes against your lips. You take it in your mouth, but notice a woman walking around the bed. She is naked, her nipples hard and a large strap-on cock sticks out between her muscular legs. You are on top, fucking your man cowgirl style, the other man is standing in front of you, and you hold his cock in one hand, your other hand around his balls as you suck his hardness between your lips. You'd wondered what it would be like to have two men, but the woman holds your attention. She kneels behind you, lube dripping from her cock head. She takes you by your gyrating hips and slows down your thrusting hips, the cool lube slippery against your butt cheeks as she teases your ass with her hard cock. So the question is, would you rather have that third hard dick poking at you until you spread your cheeks for her, or do you want to be the one who has that cock strapped to your hips, the clit-nubber banging your clit as you grip her hips and fuck her swaying ass?" Lori is looking at me, hunger in her eyes, but I'm still playing the bedroom scene in my head and am completely unaware that I'm brushing my fingertips over the cheeks of her ass. "Or next, Ben continued, "You are one of two frustrated women sitting in their night clothes; she's wearing white cotton panties and a scissor cut tee shirt, and you have on a short cotton nightgown with matching panties. They're light blue and have tiny white bows stitched across the low cut top." The women, the one in white, presses her back into the deep couch and sets out a sigh,"I knew he'd had too much to drink; this happens every time! He gets drunk, talks about banging me all night long, then shoots his wad and falls asleep." "Yeah, same for me, you softly reply, all talk, and no pop!" Cockometer Ch. 02 My side ached from laughing and Lori slipper her arm around me, slowly turning me, leading me back toward the music when Ben got back to business. "OK" he began, laughter still in his voice, "now that we've got that out of the way, we have important things to attend to. Cockometer business. I felt myself blushing at the memory of Arnie's dick swelling in my hands. The more Lori questioned our husbands about cock sucking, the more it became obvious it turned him on. Ben couldn't see it, but Lori and I sure did. The guys knew full well Lori had opened the door for them and held it open until one of them got on his knees and sucked a dick; now it was our turn to explore our 'bi' side. "We've decided that for the testing we'll use the dinning room chairs again", Ben continued as he walked my wife backwards up against one of the chairs and Arnie couldn't help watching Sheri's swaying rear end before turning her back side against the chair back. My breasts seemed larger, pushing at the filmy cloth of my loosely tied top, my fingers tips moist on the back of the chair; Lori seemed more at ease, her large breasts spilling out of her lacy top. "I can see you're both excited, but it would be hard –no pun intended- for us to tell what turns you on just from your breasts, so we'll be using the hands on method." Lori and I exchanged glances. As in your cockometer test, we'll be using a two part turn-on test. First is the visual, and second is tactile and if we can't make a decision, we may ask the test subjects to judge the results them selves." "Any questions?" Ben didn't wait for an answer. "No?" I started to say something, anything to derail, to delay the questions that would bare for all the secret thoughts I was afraid to recognize. Arnie cut me off by reminding us that it was our bodies that would be doing the talking for us, and no other answers were necessary. It had been so much fun to watch Arnie squirm as we questioned him, and now it was my turn. Lori had the hint of a smile on her face; probably she too was remembering Ben and Arnie's befuddled expressions we felt their cocks twitch at the questions Lori asked. Arnie had a bemused expression as he listened to my murmured "but, but...." Ben walked over to Lori and put his fingertips on her stomach. "Now, given the lack of visual cues, we'll need to establish a, um, base line....." Arnie was watching me as Ben put his hand on Lori's stomach and was slowly reaching down, his fingers sliding down her silky panties, over her mound and between the cleft of her lips. My mind was racing and I felt hot with excitement. Arnie was going to touch me and my husband was going to ask me questions about sex and I knew my body was going to betray me, and Arnie was going to know it. My world narrowed. Arnie brushed his finger tips across my stomach, the touch of his dry fingertips radiated whispers of desire, and unbidden murmurs of lust swelled between my legs. Was this what Arnie felt when I held his cock my hands while Lori interrogated him, or was it that I was standing at the edge of the platform about to step aboard a train whose destination I could only guess at. The train surged out of that station when Arnie's hand stole down and cupped my pussy. Ben slowly shook his head. "I just can't tell, Arnie, I think I need more information." Arnie had this shit eating grin on his face and echoed, "More information, yes, good idea." Ben moved his hand under the thin material and raked his fingernails down, parting Lori's silky hair, spreading her lips, smiling at her as his finger slipping into her moist sex. I knew from Loir's sharp intake of breath what Arnie was going to do to me. I took a shallow breath, looked him in the eyes, and couldn't keep from trembled a little as he hooked his finger tips on my clingy stretchy panties, and pulled them away from my stomach. He hesitated, mouthed a silent "OK?" I let out the breath I'd been holding, and breathed a quivering "yes" and ever so slowly, savoring the moment, he moved down, his fingers spreading out across my trimmed bush, savoring every curve, moving slowly down until he reached the furrow of my lips, then, pausing to remember the moment, he looked into my eyes, then spread me with two fingers, and slowly curled a finger, moving down the cleft of my lips, pressing deeper until the hot surge between my legs told the rest of my body that the sex train had indeed left the station and was quickly gaining speed. This must have been how the guys felt when Lori and I took hold of their erections. No wonder they were willing to let us toy with them, to let us ask them embarrassing questions about their hidden desires, and to finally to let go of their inhibitions and act on their deepest secrets. I resisted the urge to kiss Arnie as he pulled his hand back out of my panties, stepping back as Ben, took the how-to magazine in hand, theatrically cleared his throat and pretended to read. "You are on a bed having sex with your man, when another cock brushes against your lips. You take it in your mouth, but notice a woman walking around the bed. She is naked, her nipples hard and a large strap-on dick sticks out between her muscular legs. You are on top, cowgirl style, the other man is standing in front of you, and you hold his cock in one hand, your other hand around his balls as you suck his hardness between your lips. You'd wondered what it would be like to have two men, but the woman has your attention. She kneels behind you, lube dripping from her cock head. She takes you by your gyrating hips and slows down your thrusting hips, the cool lube slippery against your butt cheeks as she teases your ass with her hard cock. So the question is, would you rather have that third hard dick poking at you until you spread your cheeks for her, or do you want to be the one who has that cock strapped to your hips, with the clit-nubber banging your clit as you grip her hips and fuck her swaying ass?" Lori is looking at me, hunger in her eyes, but I'm still playing the bedroom scene in my head and am completely unaware that I'm brushing my fingertips over the cheeks of my ass. "So Sheri, Ben continued, "You are one of two frustrated women sitting in their night clothes; she's wearing white cotton panties and a scissor cut tee shirt, and you have on a short cotton nightgown with matching panties. They're light blue and have tiny white bows stitched across the low cut top." The women, the one in white, presses her back into the deep couch and lets out a sigh, "I knew he'd had too much to drink; this happens every damn time! "He gets drunk, talks about banging me all night long, then shoots his wad and falls asleep." "Yeah, me too, you reply softly, all talk, and no pop!" "Only one thing to do, the woman replies, and I'm heading for the shower to take care of it right now. Come on if you want." You tag along, close the door and lean against the sink, watching as your friend slips out of the revealing tee shirt, and turns on the shower. When the water is hot she pulls down her panties, adjusts the temperature and puts a foot in the water. "Coming?" she asks, as she steps into the steamy spray. You hesitate, then pull the nighty with the prim white bows over your head and strip off your panties, watching your image fog over in the steamy mirror. You're horney, more than a little drunk, and after a moment's hesitation, you step into the shower and close the door. It's a small shower, fine for one person, real cozy for two. You turn to your friend, and she has her eyes half closed, her delicate hand massaging the soapy mixture between her legs, moving her hips, moaning softly. You close your eyes as her hand reaches out, the sudsy bubbles dripping from hotel sized bar of soap she has cupped in her palm, and you sigh as her warm slippery fingers rub the sudsy mixture between your legs and your nipples jump to attention when the creamy mixture covers your breasts. "The question is, does Sheri take the soap from her hand and caress the naked woman's breasts, does she let the woman take her hand and press it between her legs, or maybe you turn her around and soap up her bum while she pressed her breasts against the tile wall and brings herself to an orgasm?" "Now, since Lori has a knack with warm water, we'll put her in the shower this time." "A stranger enters the bathroom and closes the door. Lori calls out, 'I'll be through in a few minutes' but there is no reply. She can hear the water in the sink, someone brushing their teeth, and again she calls out, and again there is no response. Mixed with the hiss of the shower, Lori hears the click of the lock on the bathroom followed by the snap of the light switch and the room is plunged into darkness. It's not possible that whoever's in the room can't hear you, but the shower door opens and the faint scent of perfume wafts in with the cooler air. Lori protest that she's in there and will be done soon and can't she please wait a minute, but then realizes that no sound is coming from her mouth. She doesn't shrink back to the corner; only moving to one side to allow the stranger access to the warm water. Lori, your back is pressed against the cool tile, the oversized bar of soap still in your hands, and you realize that your heart is pounding and you're holding your breath. The stranger comes closer. The water splashes against you as she turns around in the spray and takes the large bar of soap from your hand. Your eyes adjust to the dim light from the small window, and you see her lathering her body, her hands soaping her full breasts and between her legs, her breasts jutting toward you as she reaches behind her back with the bar of soap. The stranger seems to be looking directly at you,Lori as she puts the soap in the dish next to the shampoo bottles and you don't protest as she puts her muscular arm around your shoulder and kisses you on the lips. Too late you realize that the woman's soapy knee has slipped between your thighs; her hand has found your breast and is lightly caressing your hard nipple." "So Lori, would you bolt for the door, or would you let this sexy woman make love to you in the warm misty shower?" Both women seem to be having trouble standing still now. They are looking intently at each other, and I notice Sheri has her lips parted and her hard nipples are lifting her loose top as takes one shallow breath after another. Ben's dick is standing up now, a smile on his face as he watches his wife changing from the proper mother of their children, into a sexy, lustful, hotty, who's getting turned on by stories about having sex with a woman. After a few moments he continues; "Your clinging sheets wake you from a dream, your body is thrumming with energy and your arm seems caught. When you try to free it, you hear soft moans and feel the intense pleasure of soft lips kissing your breasts, sucking on your nipples. You are groggy, aroused by the sensations, but you drift back to sleep, only to wake again, and when you try to move your other arm, you hear again the moaning, a deeper voice this time and the pleasure from those lips..... on both of your breasts, building an undeniable charge of desire that is swirling around, trickling down, your sex responding, moistening, primed between your legs and you become more aware with the realization that your arms aren't caught in the linen and even though you are still in your own bed it is not cotton sheets that hold your arms captive, but human legs, hot strong legs, kneeling on both sides of you, holding your arms, your fingers deep inside the hot velvety sex of the two women who are kissing your breasts, or could it be an erect cock in your left hand? Wider awake now, you're not sure you want to give in to the pleasure and try to close your legs, but they too are held fast by soft strong hands that hold them wide apart. The bed shifts and you are aware of the brush of someone's long hair on your legs, the mattress settles as she crawls closer, her curly hair caressing your legs makes your sex tingle and she kissed her way up your thighs, her hands slipping under you, gripping your eager ass, spreading your cheeks, while she parts your lips and dips her tongue, tasting you, and finding your hard button, she teases you as her fingers slide into you, the fingers of her other hand stroke and probe the naughty delights between your squirming buns. You are quaking, thrashing, your sex clenching as the pleasure grows, building to the climax you know is not far off, but some sound, the twittering birds perhaps, wakes you to the early morning light. It was only a dream; but as you lay there, your heart pounding, the unfulfilled need still controls your flushed body, you clinch you legs hoping to gain some relief, while your mind chooses the rolls each of your three friends could play if they came to you in the middle of the night to make love to you. The question is: is it just a dream, or do you want it to come true?" "Last question of this round. You're taking a drawing class but one of the models doesn't show up and you volunteer to take her place. Before you lie down on the posing stage, the model – a student from another class- takes your hand and introduces her self, chatting amiably while her eyes travel over your naked body. The pose is two naked women lying on their sides on a rudely covered day bed. You lie down on the crumpled white cloth, squirming on the rough material. The instructor has you lying behind the model, but changes her mind and puts you in front. You lay on your left side, the other model slips her arm around your shoulders, and you lie back down, her hand reaching innocently toward the students. She is close to you, her breasts touching your bare back and her legs spooning yours. The instructor places the model's right hand on your stomach, almost touching your pubic hair while her left hand, the innocent one, is placed covering your breasts. It seems that the composition is not quite perfect because your right arm just doesn't look right. The solution is for you to place it behind you, and the back of you fingers end up on her thigh. The instructor asked you if you're OK with the pose. You nod your agreement, but the other model says she needs to move a little. When she does, she places your finger tips so they are touching the trimmed curly hair between her legs. Your nipples were already hard and your posing partner has pressed her arm against your breasts causing them to swell up over her forearm. She is also she pushing her warm sex against your fingertips. The instructor moves about the studio, checking the pose from the student's perspective, then comes closer and notices your hand between the models' legs. She smiles brightly at you and asks once more if you are OK. You're not sure you are, but the sensations coursing through your body are telling you otherwise. "There are two questions. First, if you had to choose, which woman would you most want to be and second, would you accept the instructors' invitation to join the two of them for a glass of wine after the class?" Sheri looked flushed as Arnie went over to compare notes with Ben. He was still holding the porn magazine and the muted Foursome DVD played over and over again on the wide screen TV. The scene that flickered in the darkened living room was of two women holding hands as they walked through a bed room door. Ben and I pretended to scan the pages, nodding at the women who were staring wide-eyed at each other; both had a pink tint to their skin and seemed to be short of breath. Ben laid the porn magazine on the table and walked directly over to his wife. Sheri had that deer in the headlights look in her eyes and stood there, staring blankly as her husband put his finger tips under her chin and kissed her lightly on the lips. She came back from where ever she'd been and kissed him back and glanced over at me, and then settled her gaze on Lori; smiling at her as she cleared her throat and croaked out an echo of Ben's statement about being set up. Ben and I just smiled at the comment. Sheri was right, of course, and now it was time to see if it worked. Sheri's breathing sharpened as I slipped my fingers inside her silky panties. Her breasts seemed to stand out as my finger tips slid through her curly hair, the heat of her desire rising to meet me. She was moist and she moved into my finger tip as I slipped effortlessly between her very wet lips. Sheri was trembling and I couldn't stop myself from tracing the insides of her sex, feeling her push against me, wanting to go to her clit, wanting to make her moan with desire, but Ben and I had agreed to forgo this pleasure for now. I wanted payback for sucking Ben's cock and by not letting our wives climax, it was inevitable that they would need each other to get off; it seemed a tad manipulative, but, hell, hadn't they, my wife in particular, manipulated me into getting on my knees and sucking Ben's cock? Pushing our reluctant wives into bed with each other seemed a worthwhile goal for both of us, and a getting them there turned out to be something I would never forget. Sheri's eyes were smoking with desire, her pussy twitching, little thrusting tremors pulsing around my wet finger. "I don't know Ben; I think I need a second opinion here". He pulled his hand out of my wife's panties and touched his nose as he stepped over to stand next to me. Sheri's eyes flicked between the two of us, and then latched onto Lori. Ben and I were trying to keep the charade going, the pretended detachment of our clinical endeavor to solve some cosmic mystery. I raked my fingers through Sheri's damp hair and resisted the urge to smell the scent of her desire. Ben put his arm around his wife's shoulders, held her shapely ass against the chair back and plunged his finger into her wet sex. He gave me a perplexed look –what an actor he turned out to be- shaking his head, holding panties out from her trembling pelvis. "I hate to be so wishy-washy, Arnie, but I'm going to defer to the women to decide this. He stepped to one side and placed his hand on my wife's back, guiding her to stand in front of his wife. "Lori?" he said, pulling Sheri's panties open a little farther, waiting as the four of us looked down Sheri's panties at her glistening pubic hair. Lori was torn; I think she wanted to make love to Sheri, but to touch her sex this way, with both of their husbands looking on? She made her decision and covered herself by lightly saying, "Oh sure, glad to help." I've got to hand it to her. Lori pulled Ben's hand away and stepped closer to Shari and slipped her hand down her friend's panties. The diamond on her wedding ring caught on the panties and pulled them down and Ben and I could both see her finger slip expertly inside Sheri's soaking pussy. Ben's wife jumped when Lori's delicate finger tip found her yearning clit, moaning as Lori added another finger and captured the sensitive button and squeezed it, rubbed on it. They were crushed together, kissing, writhing and moaning. But when Lori began kissing Sheri's neck, trailing her lips down, brushing the loose fitting top away from Sheri's breasts, Sheri pushed her back and breathlessly moan "no!" Lori stepped back like she'd been stung. Her eyes were wide and she looked crestfallen. Sheri, seeing the effect her word had on her friend, put an arm around her waist and led her over to the couch. "Not there, Lori, I want you to make love to me on the couch." Lori's smile blossomed and she started to sit down on the leather cushions, but Sheri stopped her. "Wait, Lori, up here" she said as she ran her finger tips along the back of the couch. Ben and I watched incredulously as Sheri drug her panties down and climbed onto the back of the large boxy couch. Cockometer Ch. 02 She laid down to one end and lay back along the wide back, her legs hanging off the sides and before she settled completely, she untied her top and pulled her arms through the flimsy straps and held the top over her breasts. She looked at her husband and me as we watched her, my wife grinning, probably salivating. Watching Sheri lay down on the back of that couch was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Her legs were spread widely apart, one foot rested on the arm of the couch, her other leg hung down the back. She was giving herself to Lori, her arms hung down, her body presented in a sacrificial alter like pose. Her nether lips were open and the pink skin inside glistened, her puffy areolas shown beneath her sheer top, and her nipples tented the filmy cloth keeping it from sliding off onto the floor. Lori's eyes were hungry as she ran her hands over Sheri's vulnerable body, taking her time caressing the sexy parts of the naked body which was laid out on the leather covered alter. Her kisses left wet tracks on the supine woman's skin, but when Lori started to lift the skimpy covering so she could suck on the hard nipples that were just begging for attention, Sheri whispered a quiet 'no' and breathlessly murmured that her breasts were for the two men in her life. She nodded to her husband and then to me and we wasted no time attending to her. She smiled at Ben as he pulled one cup from her breast and kissed her nipple. My wife watched as I lifted the top from Sheri's skin, letting the little straps brush across her chest, and bent down and drew the hard nipple between my lips. Presented with such a fantastic sight, Lori was beside herself with need. All the lust and desire of the night had come to this moment, and she wanted to give Sheri an orgasm, but she also wanted to take her time. She'd never even kissed a woman before and had found it delightful, the softness of Sheri's lips, and the feel of her skin as she held her hips, kissing the insides of her thighs, the heady smell of her sex coupled with the unknowable act of actually tasting another woman's sexy body. Sheri was moaning softly between the occasional kisses she was sharing with Ben and Arnie, her hips involuntarily grinding her rear end against the soft leather, her sex feeling so good, so exposed, so open and hungry, so wanting the attention that had grown inside of her since she had confided her fears and desires to Lori's husband. And then Lori's breath was near her sex, her big breasts brushing against her thighs, her nipples held taught by the platform bra Lori had chosen to wear to, to what, to seduce her? She had let Lori see her admiring looks, the hints of desire, and truth be told, the not so unconscious way she had let herself be seduced by the woman who had shared their lives for years. Bolts of lightning shot through her body as Lori's wet tongue touched her pussy. She was being explored, tasted, sucked on by another woman and it was driving her crazy. Her hips bucked and her legs convulsed then closed around Lori's back. She willed her legs back down, wanting to give herself completely, to be a cunt, a finally liberated sex object who asks nothing but to be used, to be taken, sucked on and probed until she screams and then to be carried to a bed and taken by this big-titted woman, with her curly blond hair and her large rubber cock. Lori's tongue is all over my pussy, she holds my clit with in her fingers and drives her pointed tongue into the hardening tip, she has fingers inside me, pumping, stretching me with three, then four or them, slippery, wiggling searching for that secret spot she knows is there, her other hand between my legs, forcing their way between my butt cheeks, seeking my opening, my juices making her fingers slippery and she finds my anus and my legs keep trying to close but I fight it, wanting to feel it, hoping the two men at my breasts will grab my legs and pull them wider so Lori and go deeper, hurt me and make me cum hard and then it overwhelms me, I get my wish and my loud moans turn deeper, growl like, and louder, my hips out of control and Lori is holding me tight as she tongues me, fingers me faster, bringing me closer and then I shudder and buck; jerking out of control, my arms crush my two men against my tits and I feel the sharp edge of their teeth on my nipples and I allow my legs curl around Lori's back and hold her to me as I thrash on the back of the couch, cuming hard, gushing as Lori jams her face into my cunt and pushing her bared teeth against my hot hot sex, every move now electric, every twitch a live wire and I try to escape because it is too much, but Lori has me, she owns me and she is making me cum again and then again, and I'm convinced the three of them are trying to kill me. The last thing I remember is little bolts of green lightning crackling across the insides my eyelids. When I awake, I am lying on the couch, being held by my three lovers, all of them looking at me with a mixture of concern and lust. My head is in Lori's lap, her long hair lying on her lovely breasts, her fingertips caress my cheek; the two naked men I'm lying on are a little lumpy and it dawns on me that even though I had the most intense orgasm of my life, I still wanted a good screwing. I stretch my arms over my head, arching my back, noting the eyes on my sore and tender breasts. Before last night I would have never imagined the four of us even being naked together, let alone that Ben and Arnie would share my tits while Lori ate my pussy. As I lift myself up, I glance at my husband's smiling face, skimmed past Arnie's grinning mug and wrapped my arm around Lori's shoulders, leaning close and whispering in her ear. Actually, I kissed her on the lips on my way by. "I'm so glad we did this Lori, you knew what I wanted, didn't you?" Lori got this self satisfied grin on her face and ran her fingers up my neck and into my hair, pulling me back to her lips and her answer to my question was a long and very tender kiss. When I made it back to her ear, I tried again, "Lori, did you think I was too brazen getting up on the back of the couch like that? I was so, so horny and I wanted to give myself to you and let you do me the way Arnie did Ben. No candlelit dinner, no drinks, none of that holding hands and romantic walks on the beach stuff, I wanted sex with you and I just didn't care who watched me do it or what they thought of me; but now I ...." Lori pulled me tight and said in a clear voice, "Sheri, I'd fuck you right out on the front lawn if I thought we'd get away with it!" We all laughed and began shifting around on the couch, Arnie mumbling something about being too warm. Water. I needed a break before I burst into flames. A drink of water, or a beer might cool me off, but before I made it to the kitchen, Sheri untangled herself from Lori's embrace, scrambled off the couch and kissed me on the ear. "What's wrong, Arnie", she asked, knowingly "a little too hot for ya' here on the couch." It was embarrassing to answer, but I finally confessed that I was just too turned on and I needed to cool off. I thought I heard Ben stifled a sharp laugh, but when I looked over at him, he covered his mouth like he's really just coughed, and looked up at the ceiling and said "sorry" before snuggling closer to my wife and whispering something. Sheri moved closer to me, her ravished body dangerously close, her fingertips caressing my ear, tousling my hair, drawing me closer and kissing me. "I'm sorry Sheri, but I've got to cool down a little, I'm so turned on." Sheri's voice deluded me with her sincerity. "Arnie, why don't you let me cool you off a little bit then." She pulled me up, took me by the hips and turned me around, telling me to kneel on the couch with my forearms on the back. I couldn't see how my being on my knees with my bare ass sticking out was going to cool me down, but she told me to wait there for her and not to worry, that she knew of just the thing to cool off an overheated lover. Ben and Lori were still exploring each others bodies, but I caught Ben's eye as his wife positioned me on the couch and went into the kitchen. I was sure I heard one of those thru-the-nose snickers when Sheri poured a tall glass of water and opened the refrigerator and got some ice. The clinking of ice in the cool drink further mystified me; a drink might help a little, but if she laid one fingertip on my cock head, I would be back to a full boil. My back was toward Ben and Lori, but I noticed they had gone quiet, their little sighs no longer audible. Sheri reached around in front of me and touched my lips with one of the half-round ice cubes. "Lick off the sharp edges, Arnie; it'll feel good." Fantasies about the cold ice whirled thru my head and I shivered at the thought of my balls dipped into the freezing water, but that wasn't the plan. Sheri told me to spread my legs wider and, pressing between my shoulder blades me pushed against the back of the couch, and began tracing freezing lines up my thighs, stopping the icy track just before she reached my rear end. She went thru three cubes; the sensations were cold and hot at the same time, turning me on, and I didn't want her to stop. The backs of my legs were covered with goose bumps and my muscles were twitching when her warm hand slipped around my balls, pulling down on my sack, fondling my still raging nuts, she was raking me with her nails as she tortured me with her icy weapon. When her freezing hand reached for my cock, I moved away from the couch, my back arched my butt even more vulnerable, more at her mercy. "You're still hard, Arnie. I'm sorry - she wasn't, of course- but you leave me no choice" and I felt the freezing drops dripping on the small of my back, oozing down my butt crack. "Stay still now Arnie" she said as she fished another one of the ice cubes out of the glass, kept hold of my cock as she put the glass back on the coffee table, and shoved the freezing cube between my butt cheeks, burrowing it into my puckered anus. I jumped, tiring to get away, but she shoved me back against the couch, probing me, holding the freezing cube hard against me. I could feel the icy water running down my crack and dripping off my balls. "Feeling cooler now, Arnie?" she asked as she switched hands, gripping my cock with her cold hand and taking another cube from the glass. She was circling my cheeks, icy tracks spiraling in toward my quivering hole, but when she asked if I wanted another one. I was short of breath again, but I nodded my head and she clamped her very cold hand around my balls and rubbed the chunk of ice which felt the size of a Popsicle between my cheeks and commandingly drove the smooth rounded end around my hole and pushed it into me, holding it there while she fondled my balls with her frozen fingers. Ben was unable to contain himself, laughing as he choked out "sorry man, I knew what Sheri was going to do, but as weird as it is, it works, so really, I was really doing you a favor by not warning you. I just wish I could have seen the expression on you face when she stuck it to you." I wasn't thinking straight at the time, but the words 'pay back' were included in my thoughts when I heard Lori asking Ben if he was perhaps just a little too hot himself. Arnie had gotten soft enough for me to toss the ice cube into the sink – an nice, arching shot of some ten feet- and we all got to our feet, still dazed at the raunchy, raw sex we just enjoyed. The boys got beers out of the 'frig, Ben's cock at half mast, Arnie's limp and half frozen, wondering what the four of us were going to do next. I was sure Lori wanted to go to bed with Ben, but I didn't want to hurt Lori's feelings by not getting her off. The problem is that a hot pussy simply wants what a hot pussy wants. Ben saved the day by sidling up to Lori, taking her hands and sinking down on one knee intoning in a courteous and chivalrous voice "Miss Lori, if your husband and my wife don't mind, I'd surely like to go to bed with you." Lori may have been thinking about having my tongue between her legs, but I suspected that she liked Ben's idea and I'll admit it did have a certain kinky appeal to it. She flicked her husband and me a quick look, curtsied, flipped her hair out of her eyes and swung her hips as she let Ben lead her down the hall to the bed room. That left Arnie and me with time on our hands and horny between our legs. Ben had just watched me soak Lorie's face with I'm-ready-to-fuck juices and if he was half as turned on as I was, he and Lori were in for a good time. Cockometer Ch. 03 (This story contains bi-curious situations. If you wish to avoid reading about two married couples exploring all aspects of their sexuality, please choose another story.) * I took Sheri by the hand and led her down the hall toward the bedroom Lori and I shared last night. We heard Lori's and Ben's voices thru the bathroom door, the splashing shower masking their words. Thoughts of joining them in the large shower flickered, then faded. I didn't want to watch my loving wife dancing nude in the shower, her tits hard on Ben's back, rubbing her pussy hard across his ass. She'd have her arms around his twisting waist, her soapy hand holding him by the balls while she rocked her other hand over the head of his dick. I pulled Sheri to a stop in the doorway, taking the side of her face in fingertips, I kissed her lightly; it was a 'first kiss' kiss. "I feel like we've been flirting forever; it's like like we're on our third date." She got this big grin on her face. "And you're wondering if you'll score?" "Is sex what you're talking about?" she asks, shutting off the harsh overhead light and walking around the bed. She snapped down the sheet on the far side. "Pull down the sheet and we can lie down here and talk about it. Maybe you can work on your second base moves." We were on our sides, arms around each other, stretching out, our bodies pressed together; her warm body thawing my cold dick. Sheri fluffed the sheet full of air over us, looking down my body, and I marveled at my good fortune -- not exactly serendipitous because I had given her husband a rather good blow job, but here I was in bed, fooling around with my best friend's wife. I know I want to kiss her all over, get her off once, or maybe twice before we get to third base because --one last baseball metaphor- I know I'm going to take the first pitch. We are face to face, looking into each other's eyes, sharing the air between our kisses. "What was it like Arnie, to be there, on your knees with Ben's hard-on in your mouth?" I let out a slow breath and kissed her while I tried to put what went through my mind into words. The best I could come up with was that it was an in the moment thing, my hard dick wanted it, my wife wanted it, Ben sure wanted it, but most of all I wanted to go to bed with Sheri. She wasn't convinced. "Don't try to bull shit me about this Arnie, I saw the way you looked up into my husband's eyes; it was like you two were on a different planet, and I'm not about to forget how hard your dick got when Lori and asked you about that guy on the constructions site. You wanted to try the other side just like I wanted Lori to put her hand down my panties. I mean, look how I gave myself to her, on top of the couch no less. I wanted her to take me, to make me cum while you and Ben watched us." We both heard the shower stop, listening for clues as we whisper between kisses. "They're getting out of the shower now, drying off." Sheri was licking my ear. "I'll bet Ben's hard as a rock." Her breast is warm and fits my hand perfectly. "My wife likes to watch while I dry my self off; sometimes she takes hold of me while she towels between her legs." Sheri is watching me through her half closed eyes as I kiss my way between her two breasts, and as she pulls my lips to hers, the sounds from the bathroom fade away. She puts her fingers in my hair, arching into me, tilting her hips, pushing harder, her hand on my cheek, fingertips touching my ears and our tongues, once unsure, now more earthy, we are clenched together, our breathing hard, our hands exploring with tentative caresses like first time lovers; both of us like horny teenagers, almost mature enough to draw out the pleasure, to savor the touching, the feeling of a stranger's hands on the bodies which had been off limits to all but out spouses. My cock had been thrust up by our embrace, pre cum was oozing on her stomach and she lifted a leg and held me between her warm, tan thighs. I wanted to bury my face between her legs, but what if she wasn't into it, what if she and Ben didn't do oral sex, and what I'd seen her do on the back of the couch, was strictly a girl-girl thing. What if I insulted her and she stormed off in a huff. I was about to begin licking my way down her body when Ben and Lori stepped out of the bathroom and headed for the bed. It was silly, but I pulled on the sheet and let it settle down over our heads. Putting a finger to my lips, Sheri started to giggle, whispering about how 'they'll never guess who's under here. " The room was in shadows, the kitchen lights making a dim triangle on the wall. The bed settled, swaying, as Ben made room for my wife, and I wondered if our two wives had planned to corner their naked husbands between them. Sheri pulled me tight against her, hugging my body to hers, squeezing my cock with her thighs. I could feel her body shaking with suppressed laughter at the absurdity of us hiding out under the sheet. Invisible, I pulled my cock out from between her legs, rose to my knees, and tugged on her hip. Sheri willingly rolled onto her stomach, a vision of black nylon straps to flicker thru my mind as I look down at her naked bottom. The naughtiness of being in bed with Ben's wife, while he and my wife lay next to us, made the hot, sexy air under the sheet worth it. I glanced over at Ben and Loir as I got up on my knees. They played peek-e-boo with their end of the sheet, flaunted their rutting while they watched my hardon poking at Ben's wife's ass. I pulled the sheet over us, I straddled her legs and firmly kneaded her shoulders, used my thumbs and palms to massage the muscles along her spine, starting at her lower back, I pushed hard, twisting my palms on her subtle curves, up to her neck and then using my thumbs on each side of her spine, I worked my way back down again, my hard-on bobbing as I worked lower and lower. She was so beautiful, so luscious, so hot, laying there, her ass ready for me to do things to. I stretched out over her and lay down on her back, covering her body with mine; my hard-on nestled naturally on the warm flesh of her shapely butt, poking against her as I kissed the back of her neck. I was holding my weight with my arms, but clearly she was trapped there, nothing between her sex and my hard dick. My plan to make her have a couple of orgasms before I entered her was turning out to be a real labor of love and before I got too hot, and heaven-forbid, had to be cooled off again, I raised myself up and kissed my way down her spine and breathing hard, I exhaled in a rush, blowing streams of hot air into the crack between her beautiful cheeks. Sheri was moving her hips, squirming as I kissed my way around her nakedness. It was hard to keep from spreading her cheeks and licking my way deep between them, but the way Sheri was moving her hips, she wanted to make love in the good old fashioned way, so after some forceful, meaningful kisses on her cheeks, and licking deep between her legs, I took her by the hips and rolled her toward me, and her breasts brushed across my chest as she lay back on the pillow. We had gotten so warm under the sheet that I pulled it off us and glanced over at Ben and Lori. They were covered to the waist with the sheet, both on their sides watching us in the dim light. My wife was kissing Ben's neck as her hand drifting over his pecks. It still felt wrong, forbidden, and hot as hell; the four of us were in bed together, my wife looking at Sheri over Ben's shoulder as she hunched over him, and reached down, the white sheet tenting as her hand moved over his hard dick. Sheri and I were both wet and I noticed how her body glistened in the dim light. The night air seemed chilled, but her body felt so hot. I took her in my arms, and our bodies wove together, arms and legs slipping and rubbing, and I was surprised by the ferocity of the kiss that held as we rolled each other around on our half of the king sized bed, rubbing our naked bodies against our spouses, the sheet of decency forgotten. She ended up on top of me, her breasts leaving cool places on my chest as pushed herself up on her hands, breathing hard, content to flop down next to each other to catch our breath. Neither of us moved, the wave of wonder and simple contentment mixed with simmering lust washed between us until the growing yearning of my hard-on propelled me back up on to my knees, keeping my boiling cock out of her reach, I kissed her parted lips, our tongues refreshed and ready. I was dimly aware of how this must look to Ben and my wife; my ass was in the air, my balls swinging below my hard dick while I deliberately and slowly moved my hand down Sheri's neck, fondling both her breasts with my hand, kissing her harder as my other hand leisurely explores her stomach all the way from breasts to the enticing skin beneath her navel. I didn't wait for any kind of go-ahead sign from Sheri, guessing she was OK with just about anything right about now, so I cupped her sex and leaned over her to suck her tender nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hardness and she made the most beautiful sounds in the world. I took the other breast in my mouth and sucked and lashed at her while I caressed her sex through her damp hair, tracing her lips, pressing lightly, exploring her, raking her pubic hair, my wrist nestled against her as I eagerly traced her lips, spreading her, touching her, pressing harder against her, pulling her sex, now mauling her most secret place, but still not putting my fingers inside her. Sheri reached for my cock again and I gave her breast a little bite and straightened up over her. She held my eyes and smiled as I took her hands and curled my fingers around hers then stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her fingers around the bottom of the headboard. She gripped the wood for me, her breasts now pulled up and I kissed them while I became even rougher with her pussy, gripping her firmly, rocking her from side to side, and feeling powerful, animal-like as I became bolder in my lust. She moaned when I lessened my roughness, hinted she would like to go there again, but I think she forgot all about the loss when I softly began tracing my finger tips of my left hand over her bare stomach while still stimulating her now abused pussy with my right. She was breathing lightly, almost panting, touching her soft hair, my cock yearning, I drove my right hand deep between her legs, spread my fingers over the softness of her thighs, my thumb pressing at the entrance to her vagina, pushing her lips apart, insistently, relentlessly splaying my hand over the spot where legs become bottom and slowly closed my fist, gripping her ass while my thumb wormed against her opening. I held her there, gripping her, rubbing the wetness between her lips and worming my fingers into her slippery secrets. Sheri spread her legs for me, my fingers finding her clit and she shuddered as my two fingers slid over her waiting nub, trying to capture it to better arouse her, she squirmed and thrust into her lover's fingers, unable not to, letting go and letting it happen, the friend who turned lover, her husband next to us making out with my wife, and it all felt so damn good and while she was basking in that bubbling stew, a nice, gentle orgasm spread thru her body, it arched her back, curled her toes. She was still floating when she realized I had stacked up our pillows and moved her on top of them, her rather nice, and very naked, ass was pointed up towards the ceiling and I was rubbing massage oil into her legs. "Arnie, what's going on here?" "I'm finishing up your massage. It seems I neglected your legs when I was doing your back. You don't mind do you?" "No, I don't mind, I mean, who in their right mind would turn down a massage, it just that.....well, you aren't going to do anything else are you, you're not going to try to... well, try to put your... Oh, you know what I mean.." "Well, I am going to do a little more than just massage your legs, but no, unless you ask me to, I won't do 'you know what'." We both laughed at our shared awkwardness and then it got quiet as my hands came closer and closer to her waiting sex. I shoved my hand deep into the pillow and brushed her pubic hair and she made just the barest of movements. If it had been me there, bent over a pile of pillows, one hand rubbing oil over my ass, the other rubbing my cock, I wouldn't have been able to keep it to a bare twitch. It was captivating watching her skin sliding beneath my oily hands; her legs were shapely, and I thought about my wife and how she would be spreading her legs wide for my best friend, and how she would wrap her legs around his ass when the cock I had sucked slipped deep into her hungry pussy. Sheri started moaning 'no' when it dawned on her that It wasn't my cock I was going to make her cum with, but with my tongue and my fingers, and there was going to be no cock for her until she came again. "No Arnie, you sadistic bastard, I can't take anymore." It turned out that she could and she did, and she was a most contented woman when she rolled over and guided my thawed out cock into her warmed and hungry sex. My thoughts of a nice slow fuck, one where I could indulge my fantasies about fucking the off-limits Sheri evaporated when she shuddered as we joined together. She had her arms around my back, her fingernails raking my butt cheeks and I languidly rested on my forearms, pushing into her, feeling the excitement of her legs wrapped around mine, when she gripped my cock and jammed me into her with her legs. I felt that little tingle which meant cum was not all that far from blasting out of my dick, and one quick thrust of her hips and were off to the races, hammering each other, driven by the age-old need, faster and faster, our sex practiced and eager in a primal drive to climax. I curled my fingers over her shoulders, she wrapped her legs tighter around my ass and we fucked like rabbits, fast and barely in control, each wanting it to last, but lusting for the fireworks of a climax, our mouths meeting, devouring each other's tongues, breaking free and gasping, our glistening, slippery bodies slamming against each other, hearts pounding as we played off each other's eager hunger until, panting, brushing against the naked bodies of our spouses as we rolling around on the bed, we both came, holding onto each other so tightly I could hardly breathe. Our kisses came between gasps and as I softened and we parted, I brushed her hair out of her eyes, kissed her gently, and fell in a heap between her panting body and the other lover's who had been just as horny as we were. Sheri pressed her body into my back as I turned on my side, her breasts brushing against me; both of us captured by the sight of Lori's legs entwined with Ben's, her head was deep in the pillows, neck arched, her mouth open, little moans puffing out of her as they made love, her breasts flowing beneath his chest as he thrust his dick into my panting wife. I reached behind me to see if Sheri was getting as turned on as I was and wasn't surprised when she took my hand, guiding me between her legs. The bed was rocking with their thrusting and I was so mesmerized by the sight of Ben's cock slamming into my wife I didn't notice Sheri reach over my hips and begin stroking me. I wasn't hard enough for more screwing, but Sheri toyed with my slippery cock head, rocking her clit against my fingers until she shuddered and moaned quietly in my ear, snaked her small hand between my ass cheeks and wiggled her fingers into my crack and squeezed my cock head, jacking me off until I came again. The four of us had fucked ourselves into exhaustion and lay there facing each other across the tangled sheets. Sheri was idly running her finger nails over the light hair on my stomach and Lori had her arm draped over Ben's shoulders, his hand resting on his chest absently caressing his pecks. Things quieted down some after our love making, there was some whispered pillow talk, some hugging, and a little kissing; the fact that we were in bed with each other's spouses didn't alter the natural course of things, and eventually Ben and I drifted off into a very satisfied and very deep sleep. Sheri was none to gentle when she climbed up on the bed, her wet hair dripping on the two men; the cool water elicited sleepy groans, her finger tips trailing up the men's thighs -- Ben arched when she reached his ass; Arnie stretched his cock toward her, and when she was sure she had their attention, she hopped off the bed, knowing they would try to grab her- and god forbid, have their way with her. She strode toward the bathroom door, stopping to look over her shoulder before she disappeared into the bath. Sounds trite, but the way she turned in the door way, put her hand high on the door jamb, and looked over her shoulder at us told me that good things were about to happen. "Would you two care to join me in the shower?" While Ben got off the bed, I stretched my arms over my head, thrusting my hips and arching my back. My cock was still sated, but who in their right mind -- that's the operative phrase here- who would turn down a chance to have warm sudsy sex with a woman who wanted to have two men in the shower with her? Ben nodded for me to follow his naked wife into the shower. She had soap bubbles dripping off her pert breasts and a hint of suds between her legs. Sheri placed us in the corner and took the shower wand and sprayed the warm water on our now growing cocks, and, as she turned us around, I glanced at Ben, he was grinning as he spread his legs for the soaping of his ass, glancing down at my dick when he thought no one was looking. When Sheri slipped her soapy hand between my butt cheeks, I felt a bolt of energy surge into my cock; she pulled my cheeks apart with her fingers, the needle points of hot water were playing hell with my sphincter muscle and sending more bolts through my thrumming groin and making the muscle between my legs take notice. We were both facing her now, our legs spread so far apart that our feet were touching. My back was against the cool tiles in the corner of the shower; Ben was propped against the adjoining wall. We stood there like bookend statues in some long lost erotic temple, our cocks pointing at right angles like living phallic symbols. Sheri added more soap while she slicked up our thighs, our balls, and our cocks. We were all panting, exchanging looks, my cock hard as rock, and I watched Ben thrust his dick into his wife's tight fist. He was groaning, his knees weakening, like he was going to slide down the tile and shoot a stream of cum across my bow. Dazed with lust, we just stood there while Sheri handed me the bar of soap, took the shower wand and sprayed the soap off her tits and made a bump and grind show of spraying between her legs and turning towards us, spraying between her butt cheeks, then handed Ben the sprayer, stepped out of the shower, and closed the glass door. Ben and I were still in a state of sexual befuddlement when the steamy air which filled the bathroom roiled like swirling clouds on a stormy day. Sheri stepped through the open door to the other bedroom, "Lori and I'll be on the bed in here guys; you want me to leave the lights on for you, or should I turn them off?" Ben and I both answered at once. Ben said 'on', and I said 'off'. The lights went out and Sheri closed the door. Ben sounded a little nervous. "Talk about being in the dark. Looks like we've been set up again. Sheri'll think we're in here doing stuff; why do you want the lights off?" I put my hand on Ben's shoulder and turned towards him. "The dark works for now, Ben, because we need to talk about what I set in motion when I let you put your cock in my mouth." Our erect cocks had to be mere inches apart, and although I could hear his ragged breathing, he made no move to stop me from sliding my hand down to his pecks, nor did he edge toward the door. I was almost whispering, conspiratorial, "Maybe the girls thought I wouldn't do it, maybe they thought that the Cockometer fantasies would be so outrageous, that swapping husbands would seem pretty tame, and now Sheri has my wife on the bed, and I think if we play our cards right, we're both in for some hot assed sex with strap-on cocks and blow jobs and all kinds of other good shit we haven't even thought of yet." Cockometer Ch. 03 I moved closer and the head of my cock brushed against his erection. "But, the thing is, they're going to want to see some guy on guy stuff, and if we don't deliver, the whole 'fuck till you drop' thing will come to an end. I took hold of my dick and circled my cockhead around his erection, feeling his cock jump and feeling his surprised gasp of air as I dragged my soapy member across his sensitive head. "Another thing; 'I did suck your cock and all three of us suspect that sooner or later, I'll feel your lips kissing my hard dick, and finally, there's the possibility that I'll kick your ass if you screw this up." I trailed my hand down his chest and wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, holding them together as I ever so slowly pushed against him, our slippery erections sliding together, my pubes against his bulging head, pushing him against the wall with my cock. A few beats went by. "But there's really no need to discuss any of this because I think you're just a curious as I was, and the fact that I'm holding both of our dicks in my hands tells me I'm right." Other than Ben's heavy breathing, I still didn't know where we were so I tried another tack. I loosened my grip and let my finger tips slide off his cock; I just stood there, waiting to see if Ben would take the hint and take my cock in his hands. Ben wasn't taking the hint, so I took his dick in one hand and held the slippery head against me as I turned, his engorged head slipping along my hip and across the curve of my ass cheek. Ben seemed to be trembling and jumped as I slipped his very hard dick between the cheeks of my ass. He groaned as I pulled his cock up and down between my soapy cheeks and my own cock strained, dribbling precum as I drug the head of his cock up between my quivering cheeks. I was thinking about the three-quarter size strap-on cocks when I found myself pushing against his hard-on, my opening slippery with his precum, my knees were bent and I had spread my legs wider. We stood there, poised on the edge, but I was determined to make him commit before I gave in to a fantasy I didn't even know existed until Lori and Sheri came up with the whole Cockometer thing. I gave Ben another little push back against his cock and turned around, moving closer, our cocks touching again. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the rise and fall of his dick as we brushed against each other. Somehow it occurred to me that maybe I needed to do what Ben did when he took control of me and pushing his cock into my mouth. I gripped him by the hips and held him there while I swayed my hips, batting my cock against his hard member, the primal urge to feel his hot fingers wrapped around my aching hard-on was so strong my dick hurt. I moved closer and took his hands in mine, thrust both our hands down to our straining dicks and wrapped his willing hands around my cock. Ben stiffened a little, but when I took hold of him and squeezed his dick, he pushed hard against my grip and slowly felt his way around my dick and then over the length of my shaft, holding me tightly while he rubbed my soapy precum all over my twitching dick head. Both of our wife's hands have been everywhere Ben's were, but I was sure that if I looked down I would see some kind of electrical aura pulsing between our engorged members. Ben tightened his grip, one slippery hand slipping between my legs and around my balls as he settled to his knees. I knew what was going through his mind, the battle between lustful desire and the lifelong taboos about what he was contemplating. I followed the spray up to the shower wand and aimed the cascading water to my chest, and down to my sudsy erection. Ben knelt there, water droplets bouncing off my cock, wetting his face and lips, the fresh water cleaning the soap from my hard dick, dripping off his chest, sluicing off his balls toward the drain. He was still holding me, water raining down on his hair and into his eyes, and I was about to pull him toward my cock when his tongue snaked through the dancing drops of water and touched the head of my dick. The unmistakable smell of the shampoo he used swirled through my head. I took his face in my hands, felt the water droplets and massaged the acupuncture points on his ears slowly pushing my cock into his mouth. I shuddered when his warm mouth slid down my shaft and I jumped when he roughly tongued my cock head, swirling his wide tongue around and around, pushing the rough surface against my opening, and I involuntarily thrust deeper into him. Ben had me now, taking charge, sucking while he worked my shaft in and out between his lips, smashing the head of my dick between the roof of his mouth with his tongue while he pushed me deeper and deeper. Ben could tell I was going to cum because I was jerking around, my hips shaking, out of control, the pressure building in my balls, demanding release, and just when I was about to let it happen, Ben pushed my hips back, stood up and spun me around, pushing me face first against the back wall of the shower. He took his cock in his hand and found the cleavage between my soapy ass cheeks and forced his dick between them. This wasn't in my game plan and when he reached between my chest and the tile wall, I gasped. He took hold of my pecks and squeezed hard, pulling and twisting my chest muscles while he probed my butt crack with his hard-on. "I'm going to go along with you on the cock sucking bit Arnie, and doing a sixty-nine while our wives watch could be just a preview for what you've opened the door to." Ben had both hands on my pecks now, roughly feeling me up and I was letting him do it. His cock was on its own as he rolled his hips shoving his dick into my crack, probing, while my butt cheeks were clenching and flaring, denying my brain's instructions to fend off the would be intruder. Ben was talking in my ear, telling me that he was going to fuck me tonight and reminding me that it was his bare cock during that first nights' strip poker game that had really started all this, and although he noticed me checking him out, it was during the Cockometer thing that he knew what I wanted, even if I didn't know it myself. "You sucked my cock, Arnie, you just offered me your ass, and after our wives fuck you with those strap-on cocks, you're going to ask them to watch while I to give you my own hard dick, and thinking about it, I'll bet you'd like to be tied down with your ass propped up on pillows and that bright red ball gag stuffed in your mouth when I do it." Ben pinched and toyed with my nipples, then slid his hands down my chest and I shuddered when he and took hold of my cock. "You're hard as a rock, Arnie; your dick doesn't lie about what you want, does it?" He gripped my hard-on, held it tight as he smacked me twice on the ass. My dick ached when he stepped out of the shower and turned on the lights. When he stepped back in the shower, he looked me up and down, smiling as nodded at my erection, and soaped up his arms and legs, rinsed off, and said "let's see what the girls are up to..." I washed up, trying to keep my hands away from my stiff dick. As I dried myself, I noticed several wet towels hanging on the back of the door and remembered Sheri's hair was wet when she woke him up. Had their two wives been in the shower together while he and Ben snoozed in the bedroom? It turns out that their wives, unable to sleep after making love to each other's husbands, had roused, stretching, then looking across the naked bodies of their sleeping husbands, holding each other's eyes, they as they quietly crawled from the large bed. Lori makes her way to the bathroom. Sheri tucks her hair behind her ear as she surveyed the sleeping men, stopping long enough to pull the sheet over them, making her way to the door the sound of the shower splashing in the darkened bathroom. She hesitates a moment before going thru the door, then steps in to find a small candle bathing the stark white walls in a warm glow, the two women's reflections in the mirror seemed to pulse with the flicker of the flame. As the door clicked shut, she watches Lori rake her fingers through her hair, and can't help looking at her breasts and then down to the dark place between her legs. Lori opens the shower door, testing the water, then, stepped into the shower, she turned and looked expectantly in the mirror. She is standing in the misty shower, her body glistening, and her curves delightful in the warm light. The mist caused her curly hair to sparkle as she reached through the doorway, holding out her hand to Sheri, the erect nipples on her large breasts peeked thru the sudsy froth as she slid the large bar of soap over her chest. Sheri hesitated, unsure of her self, but when the proffered hand becomes irresistible, she allows herself be drawn into the warm water. Kinky as it was, having sex with her friend's husband somehow seemed tame compared with showering with this naked woman. The latch on the foggy glass door snapped into place, the soap was back in the soap dish and when she felt the soapy hands on her shoulders she smiled and let herself be drawn into an embrace and didn't try to resist when she was kissed on the lips. "It is a little weird, isn't it? Lori murmured, I've got butterflies in my stomach." She kissed Sheri again, and this time she got a kiss in return. "Do you and your husband ever roll-play, tie each other up and act out each other's fantasies?" Sheri was thinking about how to answer when Lori slid her slippery hands down her arms and pushed her breasts against Sheri's chest as she pulled Sheri's hands behind her back, kissing her hard, tasting her lips, pushing her tongue inside Sheri's open mouth. Sheri felt herself getting turned on, her mind racing, her nipples hard against Lori's soapy breasts; her hands were held behind her, Lori's sweet tongue spoke the silent language of sex in her willing mouth, and Sheri was making plans. Sheri twisted her shoulders, dragging her hard nipples back and forth across Lori's breasts. As she broke their kiss, she faked a dreamy voice, saying she wanted to think about it and would Lori please hand her the soap. When her hands were free she spun Lori around and put one of her arms in a hammer lock, twisting the larger woman's arm and forcing her wrist up between her shoulder blades. With her other hand she found Lori's breast and grabbed her nipple and squeezed it, rolling it and pulling on it while she forced Lori into the cool tiles at the corner of the shower, her hand mauling Lori's tits as she shoved her thigh between her ass cheeks. Growing up with brothers, she had learned a few of the moves they learned on the wrestling team, never imagining she would use them on a naked woman in the shower. "Interesting idea, Lori, but I think you're the one who wants to be tied up!" Sheri could feel Lori's chest heaving and didn't know if she could hold her against the wall if she tried to get away. "It's what you want, isn't it Lori?" She didn't answer, but didn't try to get away either. When I used a 'bad girl' voice and told her to put her other arm behind her back, she did as I demanded, and I let her wrist go, positioned her arms so her forearms were together, hands almost touching her elbows, her shoulders stretched back and her head tilted to avoid the hard tile in the corner. Taking control, Sheri took a handful of Lori's now wet hair and smacked her hard on the ass, waited a few seconds and smacked her harder on her other cheek. Lori's mouth was open and she was panting, her breasts spread wide, her taut nipples pressed against the cool wall. She kept her arms 'tied' behind her as Sheri nudged Lori's legs apart and lathered between her legs, the thick edge of the oversized bar of soap pushed against her sex, across her perineum and Lori shuddered when she felt the big bar slide up between the cheeks of her virgin ass. Her friend stood there, face in the corner of the shower, the foamy soap clinging to the white skin between her tanned back and her wide spread legs, twin waterfalls of white bubbles trailed down her thighs, her shoulders rising and falling with her deep breaths, her nipples were hard, her face distorted by the backward pull on her hair, her mouth was half open as she fought for breath. "I was on my knees, she whispered in Lori's ear, and your husband was kissing his way down my back side, licking my cheeks, wanting to kiss my ass, but when you and Ben came into the bedroom he stopped; I didn't want him to, but he did. I've been thinking about how wrong it would have been to let him and how much I wanted it." Sheri took the shower head off the mount to snake the shiny hose down Lori's back and forced the gushing spray head between Lori's cheeks. "I'm not going to stop Lori. " Lori arched her back, moving her hips, working her cheeks to let the warm spray cleanse away the fragrant bubbles, her backside felt clean and vulnerable. Sheri hung the shower head back up, and placed Lori's hands above her head so she was leaning against the shower wall, the spray of water bouncing off her back, running down her spine forming into a trickle which disappeared between her cheeks and cascading over Sheri's fingers as they caressed between Lori's legs. The soapy mixture still coated her sex, mixing with cum Sheri's husband had just pumped inside her hot pussy, making it so easy to slip inside and slide two fingers around her aroused clit. Sheri pushed her nagging thoughts aside and kissed Lori on her shapely ass. Taboos be damned, she thought as the drama took hold of her, stoking her passion, taking possession of her as she opened her mouth and tried to get a hold of Lori's smooth curves, her teeth slipping on the forbidden skin. Lori jumped when she felt Sheri's teeth on her bare ass and her breasts left tracks down the tiles as she arched her back and turned her toes in, spreading her cheeks, and she bent her knees, inviting, approving, and truth be told, yearning. Her hips were in the firm grasp of Sheri's nimble hands, she was held there while her friend's sensuous, pouty lips caressed her ass and those perfect white teeth nibbled and scratched the her way to that delicious place where her bum became tanned legs and where there was just enough curve for Sheri to take took control of Lori's ass with her teeth. Lori moaned and pushed her cheeks against Sheri's mouth, shuddering as she felt Sheri's breath blowing in her cleft, her sex tingling from the fingers dancing around her swollen clit, she shuddered again as Sheri gripped her other cheek, tugging on her ass, pulling the cleft wider and forcing her face between her quivering buns. And then Sheri licked her way up one side of the forbidden cleft and back down again, her forehead spreading Lori wider as her tongue teased around the opening of her vagina, then back for a deeper glide upward and an even deeper probe with her wiggling, writhing tongue, feeling for the opening, and again darting low, tasting her wet fragrant juices, Sheri's dripping tongue held in abeyance, as she used her free hand to tug Lori's cheeks apart and laid her tongue flat against her dark rosebud. The reaction was an instantaneous flaring of Lori's butt cheeks, a quick and deep inrush of breath, and the unmistakable shudder of sexual energy priming her with wild abandon. Sheri was in a frenzy, her breasts bobbing between Lori's wide spread legs as she gripped the woman by the hips and drove her face deeper between her writhing cheeks, her tongue thrashing the dusky ring, circling, probing, fingers squeezing her Lori's clit, rubbing quickly coming into sync with her now probing tongue and Lori's bucking ass, an excitement building between Sheri's own legs as she fluttered her fingers over Lori's clit and wormed her tongue into her tightly shut hole. Lori was rocking her hips, fucking the fingers in her pussy, her anus out of her control, clenching and yearning, her whole body shaking as her hands slid down the moist tiles, her back now fully arched, her ass shuddering, bucking harder, her breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she struggled to stay on her feet, her mews of pleasure became a low guttural moan as Lori froze, her body locked in ridged ecstasy as the most skanky, nasty, and perverted orgasm of her life swept thru her dripping body. She collapsed against the shower wall, her cheek against the cool tile, her breasts pressed up to her chin, nipples trapped by the press of her heaving chest. Sheri held Lori's hips tight as she neared her own climax, needing that one fanciful thing to make her cum, and it was the plunging both her hands between Lori's rock hard legs, renewing her onslaught on Lori's clit while she pushed two fingers deep onto the writhing woman's velvety tunnel, then rubbing her slick fingers between Lori's clinched cheeks, seeking out the still virgin opening and pushed a slippery finger against it, holding firm as Lori pushed against her, holding her finger ridged as Lori realized what was being offered, deciding she wanted it and surrendering to the inevitable sensation of her friend's finger slipping past her defenses, rocking her hips, fucking herself, willing Sheri to push harder, faster, deeper. It was that bucking push against her slick finger that pushed the panting Sheri over the edge. Both women at the peak, one finger fucking the other while her own sex exploded in a spontaneous orgasm, her desire for that strap-on cock up her own ass playing a unmentionable movie against her tightly closed eyes. They held each other, the water cooling them as they relived what had just happened, their kisses slow and deep, bodies pressed tight while the repressed wantonness of their hidden desires bubbled up inside them, their thighs now between each other's legs, their hearts fluttering as they broke their embrace, reluctantly opening the shower door and holding hands, stepping out of the shower, their reflected images revealing their hungry eyes and engorged lips. They watched each other in the mirror as they toweled off, Lori running her fingers through her long hair, her breasts pulled higher, her cleavage widening while Sheri slipped behind her, her fingers capturing Lori's hands, holding them, kissing her shoulder, gauging her reaction as she reached past her hip and picking up the large strap-on cock from the counter, then, smiling into Lori's eyes, she nibbled on her shoulder and looked into her eyes in the mirror, their still sleeping husbands a distant memory as she rubbed the large rubber cock between Lori's breasts the straps rasping over her nipples as she drug the purple cock head over her captive's full, wet, lips. I found Ben alone in the bedroom propped up against the headboard with the 'Foursome' magazine folded open to a picture of a wide-eyed woman surrounded by hard cocks. "Your wife left this on the bed. She wants all three of us" Ben said, watching my eyes for a reaction. "Sheri grabbed the bag of toys and took her to the other bathroom to help her ready." I looked at him, his words sinking into my churning brain. After stacking some pillows against the head board, I lay down on the other side of bed. The magazine pictured a woman sucking on the cock, she had another in her pussy and a determined looking woman rounded out the foursome. Her strap-on cock was wedged between the curvy butt cheeks of a woman who had her hands tied behind her back. Cockometer Ch. 04 (This story contains bi-curious situations. If you wish to avoid reading about two married couples exploring all aspects of their sexuality, please choose another story.) Lori nodded as Sheri spoke to her, a dreamy smile spreading across her lips. I told her about our husbands trying to trap me on the bed when I woke them up. "I think I'd like to try that, dress up a little, tease them until the two of them got hold of me and pulled me into bed between them." I winked at her. "Our guys are still asleep, but I saw a couple of cute guys in the next cabin, and one of them has a girlfriend too." Lori's smile widened. "Two good looking guys next door and a girl friend too; she anywhere near as sexy as you?" I ignored her question and Lori watched me take the cloth belt out of one of the bathrobes, her eyes wide as I folded it and snapped it taught. She stood there, her hips cocked to one side, her fingertips smoothing the satiny boy shorts, caressing the bare skin curving below the high cut cheek panties and held my eyes as put the belt around her neck, raking her hair back with my fingertips, I wrapped the soft terrycloth over the eyes, crossed the ends and doubled it back over and tied it tightly behind her. Stepping back, I walked around her. She looked so sexy in her black panties and a too small bra, her blond hair gathered at her neck, the ends of the white belt flowing between her shoulder blades. I was her fluffer, tweaking her nipples through her tight bra, raking my fingernails up the back of her legs and over her rear end and kneeling down, I reached between her legs, rubbing the panties between her lips, pushing hard, feeling her squirm. "I'll be right back" I called as I stepped out through the bedroom door, and glancing back, I stopped to watch her press the blindfold against her eyes, then run her hand down her neck and over her breasts, moving slowly down as she spread her knees. After a quick heads up to our husbands, I walked Lori to the front door. "We're going outside?" Lori whispered as I pushed her out into the fragrant night. The other cabins were dark, the grounds deserted. I had to almost drag the hesitant Lori across the damp lawn; she clung to my hand as I pulled her around some trees, her rapid breathing rasping as I stopped her behind a shrub, whispering in her ear. "Quiet now, someone's on the path." She was a contrast in black and white; black panties pulled tighter between her legs as she knelt down, our knees in the dew soaked grass, the strap of her black bra and the white belt standing out in the moonlight. We knelt there in the darkness, Lori still, statue-like, her hand trembling as we waited for the imaginary late night strollers to move on. When I pulled her to her feet she tried to pull away from me, her hand at the blindfold; "I want to go back to our room, Sheri, this is freaking me out." "No going back now, Lori, I can see the guys standing at their door and they'll catch both of us if we run. Sorry girlfriend, but it's you they want and it's you they're going to have." I had her by the elbow, gripping her firmly as I led her to the first step up to the patio, propelling her up onto the deck, my hand at the small of her back, the men stepping back as we walked between them. Our husbands acted like strangers receiving a rare gift. One of them was behind her, the other in front, his hands on her chest, taking the measure of her breasts. Her nipples grew hard under the stranger's fingers. Standing close enough for Lori to hear me, I whispered "turn on the porch light you're done with her". I stepped silently into the room and rolled the glass door closed, my body warming as I watched the nearly naked woman standing between the fully clothed men. "Ummm, my name is Lori" she said softly, a tremor in her voice, "what's yours?" Her question hung in the air. Lori was alone with the two men, their rough double kneed work pants and dusty shirts leading to more doubts. Could it be Ben who got down on his knees and pressed his face between her legs, his mouth wrapped around the swell of her pussy, his hands pulling down on her panties. Could it be her husband, Arnie, who held her from behind, his hands on her bare cheeks, licking the exposed skin left bare as the damp panties were pulled down, inch by inch, reminding her how vulnerable she was. "Ben... Arnie?" "Sheri?" Lori felt the cool night air between her legs her body tensed as hot breath bathed her exposed skin. Were they stranger's lips that kissed their way up her spine; was it one of the 'cute guys next door' whose rough work pants was brushing against her naked rear end, kissing her shoulders and unhooking her bra? Lori's mind was racing, imagining that Sheri had left her alone with these strangers, turned her back on her and crept back to their own cabin and gotten into bed with their husbands, lying between them, making them hard, then spending the rest of the night screwing both of them while she was blindfolded in this strange cabin; strong hands in charge of nearly exposed breasts, her sexy new bra hanging loose against her skin. Her arms were bent at the elbow, her hand trust down the unbuttoned front of the man's pants, the hard cock that greeted her felt bigger than her husband's, longer than Ben's and she realized she wasn't really sure who these two men were. Maybe it was the guy from the porn shop who's demanding lips were kissing her neck, licking the back of her ear? Being in this cottage with strangers was just a fantasy wasn't it? One man who was making her wet and the other man, dared she think of his as 'the back door man" must have felt her nipples harden thorough the flimsy cloth. He brushed the loose satiny cloth over her breasts, his lips finding her loose straps, tugging at them, pulling them off her shoulders. He held the bra cupped over her breasts, pulled the strap off one arm, then the other, enjoying her breasts through the filmy cloth, then lifting her bra up, dragging it over her skin, a pleasurable tingling making her nipples ache, then wrapping it around her neck, pulling it snug, his fingertips under her chin, over her cheeks and onto the blindfold, pulling it tighter over her eyes as the other man's hands crept up to her now bare breasts, weighing them, lifting them and squeezing them, the bulge in his pants growing larger and Lori, feeling a surge of paranoia, tried to pull away. The two men gripping her body, wet lips covered her nipples and sucked strongly on her breasts as she struggled. Lust clouded her thinking, but in the back of her mind, she was sure it was really was their two husbands holding her twisting body between them, and when she imagined she was going to be taken to bed by two men in dusty work clothes, a wave of excitement raced through her; her face felt flushed, her breasts ached and she had the uncontrollable urge to feel their hard bodies pressed against her hot skin. One of the men kept a firm grip on her hands as he guided her, propelling her into a bedroom, and she couldn't help drawing her arms back, her breasts feeling large and sexy, swaying from side to side as she twisted at the hips, her body simmering as she walked defiantly between the two of them. Lori was pulled backwards onto the lap of the man behind her. He had shed his pants and pulled her tighter, her feet barely touching the floor; she was making little sounds as the stranger's hands gripped her hips, a moan escaping her lips as bared teeth raked down over her pussy, a tongue plunged deep inside her, licking the insides of her lips, wetting them, his mouth sucking on her, his tongue - she was pretty sure it was a him anyway, finding her waiting nub, her hips thrust out, the cock behind her pressed against her as she was wrestled the rest of the way up onto the bed. She felt it must be a woman tugging on her hip as the two men moved silently on the bed. Lori was on her back, slippery dicks brushing over he face, sexy smells clinging to her as they rubbed their hardness across her cheeks, her nose, slipping soundlessly between her open lips. Her attention was focused on something cool and hard swinging from thigh to thigh as the woman crawled up between her legs. The head of the strap-on cock was touching her, a pair of small hands took hold of Lori's, coating her fingers with a cool jell and she felt her fingers being wrapped around a hard rubber dick. The lube squeezed between her fingers as she coated the cock, feeling its length, rubbing the slippery lube over the head and the other woman guided her hands, dragging the stiff prick up and down her lips, her body responding to the unknown. She could not resist the fingers opening her, holding her lips open and pushing the tip of the cock inside, her still slippery fingers finding their way to the woman's hips and she pushed her fingertips deep into her cleft of her smooth cheeks and pulled the long, veined dick deep inside of her, and she grunted as she put all her strength into fucking the woman between her legs. The firm breasts slapping down against her big boobs did something to Lori's body; it made her crazy, blurring reality and fantasy, the whiff of a strange perfume confused her, made her wonder who was between her legs, but she no longer cared. She was being fucked by a woman and she held her tight and slammed their bodies together, their breasts rolling with each thrust, her nipples on fire, their feverish tongues locked together, their heads rocking as abs clenched and hips rolled, their sex oozing, juices, warmer, slipperier, the hard cock reaching deep, pushing forbidden buttons, stoking the rutting urges, the hard and fast fucking and even with the weight of the two men on the bed with them, the headboard was thumping against the wall. Ben and Arnie chanced a look at each other, a bare flicker was all they spared; their eyes quickly back to their frenzied wives, the scents, the sounds of their harsh breathing filled the air. The two men remained silent, Ben was squeezing the base of his erection while his other hand swirled precum over his aching dick, and Arnie, his dick swaying in time with their fucking wives, had both hands under his cheeks, his forearms tense as he gripped his ass, arching his back, rocking his hips as his half closed eyes drifted from the two women to his own bobbing hard-on, then to Ben's fingers wrapped around his own slippery cock across the bed from him. Sheri was up on her hands, watching Lori's large breasts move as she drove into her pussy, her own tits swinging in concert, and looking down between them she watched the pink strap-on dick pushing and pulling on Lori's sex as she screwed her girlfriend, the clit nubber rubbing and squeezing her clitoris, her butt cheeks pulled wide by Lori's hands, a fingertip brushing over her anus, a smear of lube as they pleasured each other, then a small finger slid in her, then out again, a second finger joined in and Sheri clenched her cheeks, holding the fingers tightly as they drove deeper each time she slammed the rubber cock into Lori's sexy body. Sheri had to admit she loved the slender fingers in her ass, twisting as they plunging into her, and it was this thought that brought on a shuddering throughout her body that left both of them gasping for breath. She came, both of them did, and Lori's body was shaking, her sex on fire, both women overloaded with pleasure and with a final shudder, a deep kiss, the woman who had just fucked her rolled off her gasping partner and lay down next to her, the Long Tom glistening, standing stiff, the black straps holding it erect, erect and ready. The unavoidable image of the slippery cock was not lost on the two men who watched it move back and forth as the Sheri caught her breath, brushing her hair back, a smile crossing her face as she caught the two of them looking thoughtfully at the ass friendly cock. Lori was coasting on the high, her thighs were still spread wide open when one of the men crawled over her, taking his hard dick in one hand, his stomach muscles clench as loomed over the blindfolded woman, holding his weight with one hand, he took his dripping cock and worked it rapidly between her lips, whipping it up and down, his slashing dick making her body jerk. His precum mixed with her juices, little strings of the slippery liquid clinging to his balls, silver threads glistening on her stomach, and he crushing her clit with the mushroom head, then pushed against her, eating up the view of the panting woman beneath his muscular body. His ass clinched as his took her; her hands pushing against his shoulders, struggling to catch her breath, his open shirt brushing over her breasts as they came together. Her hands no longer pushing against him, she was holding him, her hips hard against him, her hands pulling herself up against his chest, his legs feeling so good between her thighs, little mews started escaping from her lips as she drove herself onto his hard dick. He was up on his elbows now, kissing her neck as she thrust up against him, her hands pulling his face onto her breasts, his tongue stiff against her nipple and she threw her chest against him, giving way to her lust as she slapped her breasts against his face, his tongue licking her nipples as they rocked beneath him, her hands now on his hips, taking hold of him, pulling his dick deep inside her as her muscles gripped him, her whole body tensing as she squeezed his cock tightly inside her. She was beyond thinking now; she didn't care who was between her legs. Who she was fucking didn't matter, only getting back to that high, that ultimate pleasure that only came from a hard dick pounding inside her. She was seeing stars as their pelvises banged together and the up thrust of his hips rubbing the base of his cock against her clit again and again until she was groaning, and an 'ungh' sound becoming louder as she took his dick, fucking him even harder, her body glowing, her hips still rising to meet his thrusts, her arms tightly around him now. Then she was orgasiming and loosing control, her hands gripping his butt, squeezing his cheeks, freezing up as the hot surge rushed throughout her body, her whole sexual being twitching as she felt his cum warm her insides and suddenly she was way too hot, pushing the sweating man off her, feeling his exhausted body sink into the mattress, she took hold of the ends of her blindfold, mopped her brow and lay there glowing between the naked bodies who were exchanging looks, the other man caressing her hot breasts as he rolled onto his side and started to put his hand between her legs. As soon as his fingertip touched her, she feebly tried to push his hand away, an exhausted whimper sounding like a 'nooo' and unable to move away from him, she struggled over onto her stomach and lay there, face down on the bed. The two men lay there, one on each side of her, resting, waiting for the woman from next door to catch her breath. It seems that the second woman had other ideas. She got up on her knees, the throwing her leg over the still prone woman and straddled her legs and motioned the two men to keep her right where she was. Lori made a half-hearted try to get up, but was too exhausted to pull her arms free of her captors or to resist the knowing fingers which were massaging her shoulders, slowly raking her fingernails down her spine and over her ass cheeks. Lori seemed content to lay there, her sex so satisfied she could almost take the caresses of her naked rear end as mere affection. The guys watched, one of them getting harder, as Sheri leaned forward, her nipples grazing Lori's back, the shaft of the Long Tom lying neatly between her heart shaped cheeks, as she hugged Lori from behind. The addition of some massage oil on Lori's back relaxed both women, their breathing slowing down, the two of them getting into the massage. Lori had stretched her arms out over her head, the mound of her breast's seductive curves at her sides, her head turned to one side, a dreamy smile on her lips. Sheri lifted her hips as she gripped Lori's shoulders, her breasts moved by gravity as she shifted her body, her nipples hard as she arched her back and let her tits brush up and down Lori's bare back as she worked the oil into her silky skin. Sheri followed the tension in Lori's back down her butt to her legs, massaging her feet and calves, the fragrance of the oil released by Lori's warm body, and she clinched her cheeks each time Sheri hands rode up them and onto the small of her back. Taking one cheek at a time, Sheri pushed up from below, squeezing and kneading, forcing her fingers lower into the cleft of Lori's tightly clenched cheeks. Sheri knew what it felt like to keep her cheeks tight, staving off the inevitable touch to her most private place, the naughty thrills that raced through her from the first deep touch. Lori had touched her as they made love, and her hard clinched ass just heightened Sheri's desire to tease the prone woman's ass until she gave in and let those delightful fingertips move deeper between her cheeks, the warm oil making it harder to resist the temptation to spread her legs. When Sheri's kneading hands pushed her cheeks up, spreading her, gripping her hips, then sliding a hand under her, lifting her, cupping her mons, slipping a fingertip into the wetness, Lori could resist no longer and pushed herself up on her elbows, gathering her strength to get up on one knee, her lips stretching, the air flowing over her damp sex telling her she's exposed, Sheri's fingers pulling her cheeks wider, her hair brushing against Lori's hips as she licked the smooth white skin, and kissed her exposed, rose scented ass. The kiss sent a quivering jolt through Lori's body, from her legs to the pit of her stomach; hot churning energy gushed through her, her breasts swelled and he nipples got even more sensitive, the fibers in the sheets rasping against them, she became more aware the smells, percum oozing from the two men who lay next to her, the unfamiliar scent of the woman who was licking her, making out with her ass, her face deep between her cheeks, her feverish lips licking up her cleft to her spine, sucking on her as her tongue wagged from side to side, deeper, Lori spreading her legs, dragging her other knee under her. Her toes were digging at the bed as she raised her butt into the air, her body flushed as her breasts hung free, their weight pulling on her, a picture of how she looked forming behind her blindfold. Sheri's tits would be firm, pert, nipples hard as they brushed against Lori's thighs. Lori was almost standing now, her legs trembling, her juices wet on her thighs, her back was ridged, her hips twitching from side to side, sudden spasms gripped her sex as Sheri gently caressed her clit, no urgent rubbing, no pinches, just steady non-stop fingers sliding knowingly over her hard nub. The minutes slipped by. The heavenly feelings building inside her, her hips, her whole sexual being condensing, her senses leaving the world outside, concentrating on the slowing caress of her pussy, the growing wildness of Sheri's attack on her ass, her cheekbones deep between Lori's cheeks, her chin driving into her slippery perineum her tongue pushed closer, harder, now circling her anus; the hard tip of her tongue probing, and as a slippery fingertip joined the assault, Lori jumped, groaning as her lust greedily took over. She felt a deep sigh escape her lips, her muscles gripping the sliding finger, her legs bending now, pushing herself against the woman's finger, taking more inside her, holding tight, then relaxing and pushing again. Sheri moved away from her clit, gripping her pussy tightly with one hand while she finger fucked Lori's ass, pushing deeper, a knuckle now, twisting, driving Lori's face into the pillows, panting as Sheri pulled out her finger and let Lori feel her breasts drag against her slippery ass as she stood up on the bed. She felt the cock up and down inside her moist sex, pushing into her vagina, pushing deep and then pulling out some, dragging hard dick out of her pussy and pushing down on Lori's back with one hand she watched Lori's ribcage flexing as she breathed, feeling the sudden intake of breath when she pushed the rubber dick against her anus, Lori settling lower as she guided her slippery rosebud against the hard cockhead. Cockometer Ch. 04 The two women were frozen, one with her ass cheeks flared was holding her breath, the other was poised, holding the hard dick in her hand, a look of wonder on her face, her eyes searching the faces of their husbands as she began pushing the head of the Long Tom into the defenseless woman. Lori's legs trembled as she held herself up, her whole body hot, her sex oozing as Sheri's fingers caressed her puffy lips, the delightful wrongness of the rubber dick opening her, pushing little by little inside her, her hips sudden uncontrollable jerks and twitches as her body welcomed the cool, hard thing that was so satisfying, so dirty, and she so wanted more of it. The men had joined in, Lori's husband was caressing his wife's breasts while Ben had crawled behind his wife, spreading some of the cool jell between her cheeks. Sheri couldn't help herself; she gripped Lori's hips and pushed deeper, Ben's fingertip following her thrust, twisting inside her, making her shudder. The three of them exchanged grins as the captive Lori groaned loudly, her whole body convulsing as the sexual pleasure took control of her glistening body. She barely caught her breath when she shook with another surge, her moans louder as she came again, her greedy hand reaching out, finding a hard cock and pulling it closer, lifting herself and taking the stranger's cock into her mouth, her lips sliding down his hard shaft as Sheri gave Lori the tender fucking she wanted. Ben stood by the bed watching his wife's hips slowly thrust forward, the cock-holding straps pressing into her tan skin, her naked cheeks swaying, clinching with pleasure as the clit nubber caressed inside her, a little trail of wetness shining between her legs. His cock was rising, and he took his member in hand, precum dripping as he climbed onto the bed behind her. He wanted to jam his dick into her, hold her by the hips and fuck her hard in the ass, but, turned on as he was, he wasn't stupid and he contented himself with standing there, a hand on his wife's back, inching his hips forward until his dickhead slipped between her clenching cheeks, barely brushed her rose bud when she rocked back, then holding his very hard dick in his hand as Sheri pushed the strap-on deep into Lori's ass, letting her bottom out, his dick ready for the back thrust, letting her taught cheeks engulf the dick head again and again. He let her bang into him, his head mashed deep between her cheeks, rubbing it up and down her cleft, his grip on his shaft tightening as she pushed against him, she paused long enough to savor the juicy feeling of him against her virgin opening, her fingers becoming more aggressive on Lori's clit, then plunging again into Lori's delightful ass. Sheri refined her control of the dick, the clit nubber was sending hot waves throughout her body, the little fingers wrapping, caressing her clit, pushing hard on her button as she thrust, then pulling at her as she pulled back, and then rewarding her with lusty twinges as she drove into her girlfriend, the rhythm building as she fucked her friend. Lori was wallowing in a lusty stew, her fingers and toes griping the sheet, the hard dick in her mouth was bulging as she sucked and licked it, diving down then squeezing hard-on with her lips, the erect muscle rippling inside her mouth, the electric flashes bolted through the silvery nerves inside her body, the pathways hot from the energy flashing from the dick in her mouth to her swaying breasts. The hand shoved deep between her bruised lips to the fingers in deep inside her vagina and the thumb now lashing at her clit sent flashing bolts coiling around the seven inches of hard rubber buried deep inside her no longer virgin canal, and all of this energy building in the pit of her stomach, flinching, shivering, twitching, she lost control and the roaring orgaism consumed her, took over and her arms and legs went ridged, a deep sighing growl grew from deep inside her, a culmination of the sudsy showers, the making Sheri cum on the back of the couch, the fucking by her husband's longtime friend, and the image of her husband sucking another man's dick, primed her body for the overloaded climax the roared through her from her toes to her blindfolded eyes making her convulse once, then twice, then her body shook, she sighed, and ever so slowly the limbs relaxed, her body's strength melting, and she sank slowly to the hot sheets. Her lovers followed her down, their lust nearly spent, the three of them watching each other as Sheri ripped the Velcro straps from her hips, discarded the strap-on on the sheets, and the two men exchanged looks as she got up on her knees and crawled up the bed, looking Ben in the eyes as she turned her hips toward him and took Lori's husband's cock in her hands, running her hands up and down his shaft, her eyes shifting from Ben's face to her hips and back again. She noticed Lori watching her from beneath the loose blindfold as Ben's slippery dick slid into her pussy and she took Lori's husband's dick in her mouth, the four of them contented to finish off the night getting each other off. One by one, they settled down on the bed, Lori in the arms of her husband, and Ben spooned against Sheri's back, his softening cock nestled between her cheeks. The bedroom became quieter as their breathing slowed, light goodnight kisses were exchanged and the four of them drifted off into a deep and satisfying sleep. Cockometer Ch. 05 The coffee maker gurgled and hissed as I walked into the kitchen; a pair of cheerful "good morning's" greeting me as I settled into a chair facing our two wives. Lori and Sheri looked radiant; their chairs close together, arms touching as they sipped the steaming coffee, my wife distractedly rearranged the salt and pepper shakers. "You two are up early." "We ordered some things in town and thought we'd run in and pick them up". I smiled, leaning forward, fingers on my unshaven chin; "You mean like chips and beer?" They exchanged glances as my wife reached across the table; "yeah, and maybe some stuff from the porn shop too." "Another DVD perhaps?" "Maybe" Sheri answered quietly, her gaze fixed on the table; "Ben may be visiting the folks in the other cottage tonight, and we thought he'd enjoy it more if we got a little something to help him out." I knew what she meant, I'd thought about it last night as Ben held the head of his cock between Sheri's butt cheeks while she fucked my wife with the strap-on. I reached across the table and took both their hands; "I don't think Ben and I are going to want to share, so maybe you should get more than one..." "More than one?" Both of them were blushing, our coffee untouched as we exchanged glances across the table. I took a sip from my mug. "The folks next door...Ben tied face down on their bed?" Lori looked at her watch and pushed back her chair; "Oh my! Look at the time." While my wife gave me a hug, Sheri slipped on her sunglasses, pretending she wasn't looking down at the bulge in my boxers. "You look a little tired, Arnie", she murmured as she kissed me on the cheek. "Ben's still asleep in our room; if you wake him up, maybe he can help you with your problem." I poured a second cup, refilled the coffee maker, and carried my cup onto the shady patio. I heard the hollow thump car doors closing; the sound of tires on gravel fading as our wives drove out to the road. So, I thought to myself, I could climb back into bed and grab another couple hour's sleep. I could take a shower, wake Ben up and we could go get some breakfast, or I could take Shari's advice, skip the shower, and try to get into bed with Ben without waking him up. I shaded my eyes and looked around. A passer by might glance at me on the patio and mistake my boxers for swimming trunks, but there was no mistaking the tent in my lap. One part of my brain was telling me to wait for tonight; let myself be swept along with sex games, get a little drunk and somehow end up having sex with Ben. Our wives would egg us on, making out with each other, talking dirty about Ben and me in bed together. How hot would that be, and what would it do to the four of us? One thing was for sure; Lori and I had the best sex of our lives last night. After I'd given Ben the blow job and his wife had screwed Lori with that strap-on, Lori and I had fucked like wild animals, both of us slippery with sweat, our kisses hungry, urgent, my hard-on lasting until my panting wife pushed me away. We had lain next to each other, her hand finding mine, our breathing slowing toward normal. I was still horny, but when I tried to climb back on top of her, she scooted off the bed and pulled me to my feet and placed me at the side of the bed, pushing me forward on my elbows, her toes spreading my feet. Her thighs brushed the back of my legs, her breasts warm against my back as she pushed my face down on the bed. Her hot breath whispering in my ear; "I think I know just what you need". My dick jutting between my legs, she opened the bottle of massage oil and a shiver of excitement surged thru me when I heard the plink of the Vaseline lid on the table, the whisper of the sloshing massage oil as she shook the oil into the palm of her hand. The fragrance floated through the air, her slippery hand closed around the base of my cock, sliding up my shaft, fingers squeezing my tingling head, twisting her wrist, her fingers squirming over the sensitive skin, cupping my balls from the side as she slowly slid her hand up and down my aching dick, a bolt of hot lust surged thru me when I opened my eyes to watch. Her dainty hand moved along my shaft, the head of my dick jutting out of her fist, my length growing as she stroked me, then her hand covered it again, a bolt of pleasure surging from my balls to my thighs, my ass clinching her warm leg. Her grip on my shaft tightened as she shoved her leg deeper between my cheeks, both arms wrapped around my hips now, one hand on my dick, the other reaching between my legs, her arm pushing aside my balls as she spread the slippery oil between my cheeks, her leg keeping them apart as she forced her hand deeper, her wrist pushing me apart and I opened my cheeks wider as she scratched at me. I was panting again, up on my toes, my legs trembled as Lori dipped her finger into the gooey jell and held a dollop against my tight hole, the cool jell warming as she circled, her other clinched my dick as she pushed a finger tip inside of me. I couldn't help groaning and the trembling in my legs became worse, my hips were twitching from side to side, Lori's grip on my dick tightened, holding me there while a larger finger plunged deep inside of me, my sphincter squeezing, then relaxing, and she pulled back on my cock and shoved another finger inside of me. My balls jerked and my cheeks tightened; my wife toying me, making nasty sounds of delight as she slid her fingers deeper, fucking me as she stroked my cock, stopping mid stroke, slowly pushing in and out, letting her knuckles ripple into my tight flesh for a moment, the jacking me off with a frenzy for a few strokes, and then stopping, twisting, pumping deeper into me. My climax was building and I wondered if I would shoot cum all over the sheet from the ass fucking she was giving me. Thoughts of Ben's wife fucking me with that 'Long Tom' circled through my head. When I opened my eyes again, I groaned when I realized Lori was watching me, shoving her fingers deeper, jacking me faster, shoving her body against the back of my ass, pushing me lower, her big breasts hot against my back. I arched, my ass shoved up for her, and she shoved deep and roughly twisted her hand, and my balls tightened at the same time my cheeks flared and I watched my cum stream toward my face, a shiny string reaching my chin. I my eyes closed and a sigh slipped from my lips, my whole body shuddering as my wife rubbed my hot load over my bulging dick head, her finger curled against my prostrate, rubbing the sensitive skin, the sheet crushed in my fists as I pushed my ass against her hand. I tried to get away but she held me against the side of the bed, my cum dripping out between her fingers looked so nasty, I surged again, unable to stand it any longer, I spread my legs wider and clinched my cheeks, gripping her hand and the two of us slumped to the bed. She lay on my back until our panting slowed, then climbing over me, she lay down and when I was finally able, I crawled up and lay down next to her, pulling her close, kissing her, whispering thank you's, her arm around my shoulders, aftershocks echoing the distant thunder as I drifted off to sleep. Reliving last night had caused a wet spot on my boxers, but I'd made up my mind. I'd let Ben sleep and take of my little problem in the shower. My wet hair was still dripping on my collar when I put the cup of coffee on the night stand next to my still sleeping friend. He stirred when I sat down on the edge of the bed, one eye opening, widening as he looked at me, then, noticing my glance at the coffee next to him, he drug another pillow behind him and sat up against the head board. His hair was all over the place, he needed a shave and he smelled like a Billy goat. We sat there in the quiet cottage, me in a crisp shirt and board shorts; him bare-chested, the sheet rumpled at his waist. It was odd sitting on the bed facing him and we eyed each other; Ben rolling his head from side to side, kneading the back of his neck, taking sips from the steaming mug. I cleared my throat and put my cup on the night stand next to him; "hangover?" I asked. "Nope, must have worked it off last night." "You OK with what happened; with me and Sheri, our wives getting it on?" He sat there, watching me through the steam drifting up from his cup. A smile slowly crept across his face and he stretched his body under the sheet, twisting and bending like a contented cat lying in the sun. "Arnie, I never thought I'd do anything like that; I mean, you see shit like that in pornos, wife swapping, four-sums." He was quiet for a minute, his face reddening; "never thought I'd be doing it with you and Lori; or with anyone else. I noticed he left out my getting on my knees and sucking his cock. I let the silence linger. "So I was wondering, Ben, The Cockometer questions; any of them get to you?" Ben sipped his coffee like he was thinking about it, but he never answered my question. "Maybe the one about the guy on the work site... the one tossing the bottle of hand cream up in the air; or the one where the wife tells the limo driver to stop and then watches her husband suck off the driver?" "You're telling me none of those stories got to you?" Over the years I'd seen Ben without his shirt numerous times, but the two of us alone in the quiet cottage, me fully dressed - sport shirt, shorts and flip-flops- him naked under the sheet while we talked about sex was turning me on. I suspect it was turning him on too. Ben still didn't answer, so I fingered the sheet and he looked me in the eyes as I pulled it down a fraction of an inch. "How about the guy on the couch; the one where he's naked..." I kept the sheet in my hand.. "He's on his knees, his chest pressed against the back of the couch and his legs are spread just enough to hint at what's coming?" "Would you like to be the guy on the couch" I ask him as I pull on the sheet; "or do you see somebody else?" Ben was giving nothing away, so I tried another tack. "How about you taking a shower and then I'll see if I can work out the kinks in your shoulders." Ben was shaking with suppressed laughter. "You'll massage my shoulders, huh? In you fucking dreams, buddy. "How about I get cleaned up and we go get some breakfast?" "However," Ben grinned at me as he put the empty cup on the nightstand, "you could help me out with my morning problem though." It was my turn to laugh. There was no way he couldn't have forgotten the way I was conned into sucking him off last night. "I do believe the ball's in your court on that one, Ben." Ben stretched his arms over his head, twisting his shoulders, the sheet slid lower, his pecks tightening as he laced his fingers behind his head and his eyes crinkled around the edges. "Maybe I forgot to thank you for that most excellent blow job, Arnie, it was one of the best I've ever had. So 'thanks man', it was great. "Well, Ben; sooner or later you're going to be returning the favor." He raised his eyebrows. "Well, not to put too fine a point on it, but that blow job was strictly voluntary, I mean, I don't remember signing any contract!" I pulled the sheet down off him, wadded it up and threw it at him. He ducked and we were both looking at his hard dick standing straight up between us. I half way stood and slid up the side of the bed. Ben held my eyes as he arched his back against the headboard and spread his legs, his thigh pressed against my leg. "Here's how I see it Ben. I'll be holding my dick in front of you and you're going to be licking it, and then you're going to kiss the head of my cock, and I'm going to take your face in my hands while you put me in your mouth." A drop of precum oozed from the head of his dick and he got even harder. I took his balls in my hand, licked my lips, watching his tongue flicking out, licking from one side of his mouth to the other. I squeezed his balls and alarm crept across his face. "Ben?" He broke into a big grin. "Well, as long as you put it that way... maybe I could see my way to ..." I relaxed my hold on his balls, fingertips exploring his thighs; "I've been thinking about what you said about getting me on the couch; the girls are going to buy us a couple of butt plugs for tonight, one of them is for your visit to the cottage next door. The other is for us to try out on the couch." There was laughter in his voice; "So we're going to let the girls talk us into having sex and you're going to beg me to stick my 'big cock in your tight ass' while they watch? " "Something like that could happen." "You know our wives are going to get strapped-up tonight and after they screw each other, it's going to be your turn, my friend; your turn in the barrel." I put my hand on his stomach and his cock twitched. "My wife is going to suck your cock, Ben. You're going to suck on the rubber dick between her legs and then she's going to roll you over and slip it to you." I was squeezing the base of his dick while I ran my finger tips over his pecks, pinching his nipples. "She'll watch as I put my fingers in you, watching you spreading your cheeks, pushing against my slippery fingers until I have three of them in you and then you're going to hold your self off the bed while I slide under your chest and slip my dick in your mouth and you're going to suck me off while Lori fucks you with that big cock." Precum dripped out of his dick as we talked and he watched me intently as I dipped my fingers into shiny pool on his stomach, smearing the hot liquid over my fingers and thumb. His eyes grew large when I stood up and rubbed the amazingly slippery liquid around his dark red cock head. "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you there, buddy. I'll meet you out on the patio and we'll go get some breakfast." Ben and I were kicked back on the beach when Lori and Sheri found us. The clink of beer bottles from the cooler made my mouth water. The take-out sandwiches looked juicy and delicious. The pile of empty bottles had grown before the subject of last night's sex crept into our conversation. Turns out we were all a little embarrassed by what we did together, but eventually admitted we were excited about tonight. The day progressed with trips to the refrigerator, a little smoke on the patio, and some fooling around in the warm surf. We'd moved along the beach with the setting sun, the sand now deserted, and Lori smiled at Ben and me when she bent over to rub moisturizer onto Sheri's back. She looked down at her loose top and gazed up at us, rocking her lower back as she shoved her hands under Sheri's bottoms, holding the pose for an instant, letting her loose top drag over Sheri's body. A quick flick of her eyes toward the cottage said enough and we gathered up our stuff and carried the cooler full of empties back to the privacy of our closed doors and drawn curtains. I'd been right about the girls stopping by the porn shop. The tell-tale black shopping bag stuffed with bubble packs lay on the coffee table, like presents waiting to be opened. I was in the kitchen when Loir took Sheri by the hand and headed down the hall. "We're going to shower, why don't you two see what we brought you?" I sat down on the couch and handed Ben a cold one. He pulled the bag over between us, his eyes flicked across my face as he picked up a pack of butt plugs. My wife called out from down the hall; "I had such a good time at the neighbor's cottage last night, I think it would be fun if one of you took a turn going over there." Last night, the three of us - Ben, his wife Sheri, and I had pretended that we were the strangers staying in the cottage next door and my wife, Lori, had been presented to us for our pleasure. Before Sheri had snuck Lori over to the 'other' cabin, she'd blindfold her and told her she was going to have sex with three strangers. It had been fun keeping the illusion going, the three of us remaining silent while we took her body, screwing, licking, and sucking, and my wife had offered Sheri the pleasure of her back side. I had been thinking about watching Sheri's hands on my wife's hips, the way her back arched, her cheeks clinched as she slid the long tom between Lori's cheeks and into her hot tunnel. My dick was growing in my trunks and I was wondering what it would feel like to have Ben's sexy wife slip one of those strap-ons into me. Ben shifted on the couch, the forgotten beer sweating in his hand. He stirred, cleared his throat, took the stash out of the drawer and rolled us a joint. We were still sitting there, thoughts reveling in a smoky haze, when our wives returned. They were looking mischievous and Lori flicked glances at us, at the butt plugs, then to me, then back to Ben, the two of them holding Ben's eyes as Lori sat down between us and took the joint from my fingers and took a hit. Eventually, she handed the joint to Sheri, let out her breath and picked up the butt plugs and put them back in the bag with the bottles of butt douche. "After dinner we can decide who's going to be dressing up for the trip next door. I'm thinking work pants held up by suspenders would be just the thing for tonight's visit the neighbor's cabin; no shirt, no shoes, and no underwear. " I could see myself standing in front of the three strangers as one of them pulled one of the suspender straps off my shoulder, the heavy pants sagging, my ass half exposed, a rough hand slipping between my cheeks. I returned from the juicy images in my head, mumbled something, and headed for the shower. Ben grunted as he walked to the other bathroom. I was still horny and thought about joining him, but he seemed preoccupied and he could have followed me into the bathroom it he'd wanted to. The four of us walked down the beach and had a nice dinner at an open air restaurant; we were feeling no pain after a few drinks and a light meal. The moon had risen while we ate, and we stopped part way back to look at the moonlight sparkling on the bay. We were all thinking about the same things; the pretend cottage next door, the blindfold, the butt plugs, and who would be led across the warm grass to be stripped and fucked. And what about the butt plugs? The girls had bought some big cocks they could use on each other; endless fantasies sped around in my head. Ben and I flopped down on the easy chairs and Sheri set a bottle of one-fifty-one rum and two shot glasses on the table between our chairs. She handed a bottle of beer to my wife, touched bottles with her and smiled at Ben and I; "A toast to the best screwing these two guys ever had." I poured shots for Ben and I as Sheri spread the strap-ons on the coffee table. With the exception of the Long Tom and the Chub, the dicks looked very real. As we clinked drinks over the coffee table, I noticed Ben had a far away look in his eyes. "This dick feel real to you?" Sheri reached across the table and handed me the eight inch long one. She had to hold it out to me for several seconds before I reached for it; and it felt weird to take it from her. It felt heavy, the big mushroom shaped head was spongy and the shaft had a little flex to it. I held it by the base and fantasized about having a cock this big. "What do you think Lori, should I get a transplant?" "Save the money for another vacation, Arnie. Sheri can strap that big boy on and do me any time. In fact my wife said with a laugh, "she could strap it on right now". She lifted it to her lips, touching it with her tongue. "If she did, Arnie, would you lick it before she slides it in me?" She handed Ben an even bigger dick. It was a fat one that looked to be ten or twelve inches long. "Sheri thought one of you might be interested in this one; maybe it would make a nice gift to take next door." Ben dropped it back on the table like it had suddenly burst into flames. Cockometer Ch. 05 Lori picked it up and ran her fingertips up and down the long shaft, looking from Ben to me and back again. "So which one of you studs is going to visit the folks next door? Ben and I looked at each other and said nothing. She was sliding her hand up and down the massive cock; "What do you think Sheri, do we need to strip them down and do a Cockometer session to see who's going to get lucky first." Ben poured himself another shot looked me in the eye and downed it. He took a couple of breaths and picked up the biggest dick and held it out to my wife; "How about you strap this on and bend Sheri over the back of the couch?" His wife was on her feet. "What!!" "Come on, honey, I'll let you tie me up, take me over to the cottage next door..." "I don't believe you for a minute." "But sweetheart, don't you trust me?" Sheri snorted and then; "You two go get yourselves cleaned out and show us those butt plugs and then we'll talk about it." She turned to Lori and grinned. Lori took a long look at the big dick, shifted on the chair, poured a shot of rum, tossed it off, gasped for air, and croaked an 'OK'. I held out my shot glass. Ben and I retired to our respective bathrooms and when we returned, we were both walking a little differently, the blue butt plugs like 'fuck me' signs on our asses. We tried looking nonchalant, trading shots of rum, as our wives walked around us, fingertips caressing our asses, leading us into the living room for a little slow dancing. Lori seemed to be slurring her words; "dance with him Arnie," she swayed her hips at us; "show us what you got!" "Strap it on first" I bargained. I hardly noticed Ben slip his arm around me and I craned my neck as he steered me away from the girls. He and I were turning, sort of moving with the music, our cocks brushing each other; eyeing the girls as they undressed, almost tugging on the big cock. I couldn't tell whether both of them wanted to be fucked with the monster, or neither of them did. Ben did a clumsy spin and grabbed at me when he lost his balance. We both staggered a little, holding each other up as we moved around the living room. Sheri had won out and was strapping the huge dick over her pussy. My wife had one hand on her hip and was watching us as Sheri guided us down on the floor, tousling our hair as she stroked the big dick. I was really feeling the butt plug as Lori knelt down opposite of us, taking both our cocks in her hands, pulling us toward Sheri's cock, taking the massive head in her mouth, her lips glistening while she kissed us. The three of us kissed and licked the cock and at one point, Ben had my face in his hands and had his lips on my neck. His lips turned me on and I pushed my cock onto Lori's hands and let Ben's tongue into my mouth. Sheri held the big dick in both hands and Lori, Ben, and I made out with each other while Lori fondled our dicks and drug her fingernails over our balls; Sheri made little fucking motions with the butt plugs, asking who was going over to the neighbors. My wife was stroking us, looking at Ben and I, then stroking slower, stopping, holding our cocks, squeezing us, waiting for an answer. I slipped my hand down Ben's back, over the curve of his ass, my other hand on his chest, and could barely form the words; "That rum, Ben, ..." He covered my hand on his chest, closing it on his pecks, pulling me up with him. He had my butt cheeks in his hands, squeezing hard, pulling on them wide apart. "I'll be waiting for you over at the neighbors, Arnie. Be sure to bring that bottle with you." Lori blindfolded Ben and walked him around in our cottage, turning him around several times while Sheri and I piled all the pillows on the bed. When we finished, I kissed her on the lips, looking her in the eyes while I took hold of the big dick and ground the clit nubber into her wet pussy. "I can't wait to see you and Lori in bed with this thing!" She was squirming from the stimulation, her body flushed with excitement. "You're going to..." she began, "The rum makes him do things... and... "her fingers touched my ear, her tongue light on my lips; "you and Ben are going to do it aren't you. I mean, I saw him kissing you..." "I think he's wanted it for a long time, Arnie. When we were in college, we'd been drinking rum with some friends and when we were saying good-by, he took this guy in his arms and kissed him... more than once, and when we got back to his apartment he was wild in bed. It was the best sex we'd ever had." She was caressing my cheek with one hand and pushing her breasts against my chest. "The Cockometer thing started out as just a game, but now I'm looking forward to some of the best sex in years. I'm also looking -she gave me a sly smile-, I'm looking forward to your wife begging me to screw her with this big dick!" She hugged me, the strap-on between my legs, my cock sandwiched between us, her hands sliding down my sides. She closed her eyes and gave me a demanding kiss, shoving on the butt plug before turning and walking out the door. The memory of those straps tight across her swaying ass stayed with me for a long time. The grass was wet on his bare feet as Lori led him around the grounds, stopping to kiss him when another couple glanced at them from their patio. A few minutes later Sheri and I heard them making their way back up our patio steps. The screen door clicking closed. I had my arm around Sheri's shoulders and I winked at her; Lori and Ben facing us, Ben fingering the blindfold, the heavy work pants loose over his bare stomach, his nipples firm under the suspenders. The three us exchanged glances, the air warm with tension. "Look what we have here" I said quietly, walking behind him, my hands tracing his muscular arms, squeezing his tanned shoulders, my hip brushing the sturdy cloth; it rasped against him as I ran my hands up his sides and over his pecks. Ben's chest was warm, expanding as he took a deep breath. "The lady who visited us last night was beautiful, but this..." I ran my hands down his chest, dipping inside the loose pants, gripping his hips and pushing against his ass. His stomach tensed when my fingertips glided from hips to chest, my hands crossing, gripping his chest, tweaking him, pulling at his nipples. "This thing in your ass? " I pulled one of the suspenders off his shoulder and slid my hand inside his waistband, my fingertips caressing his pubic hair. I leaned against his back, my erection growing in my pants. "Want me to unbutton your pants now?" I whispered. Lori and Sheri stood watching us, my wife wide-eyed, Sheri's lips parted as she watched her husband follow my hands, his body moving with my fingertips. "Your pants?" He didn't answer. "Ladies; his pants?" Ben's wife seemed transfixed, looking me in the eyes as I undid the industrial strength button and pulled down the zipper. The heavy pants stayed closed until I pushed my hand down his hip and cupped his ass, feeling the curve of his cheek, squeezing him, sliding my hand down the inside of his leg, brushing his balls, gripping his muscular thigh, then around and slowly back up the front of his thigh, cupping his hot balls in my hand while I continued caressing his chest and stomach with my other hand. I slowly spread the waist of his pants apart and a thread of pre-cum sagged away with the heavy pants and his cock bobbed free in front of our wives. The pants hung there, the remaining suspender stretching as I pushed the rough material aside, his legs twitching slightly as I ran my hands inside his thighs, around his balls, over his butt cheeks, pulling them apart, grabbing the butt plug and working it gently in his ass. He spread his legs as I pushed both my hands between them and around his balls, holding them as I circled him, jacking him lightly, fingering his balls, rubbing pre-cum over his head with my thumb. I caught Sheri's eye and flicked a look at the remaining suspender. She stepped close to her husband and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, her fingers caressing the side of his face while I became more aggressive between his legs, tugging on his balls, squeezing his dripping dick. Ben was breathing hard now, reaching for his wife, trying to pull her against his randy dick, and he sighed when she began sliding the remaining suspender off his shoulder. His pants drooped past his knees and Sheri knelt down and helped him step out of the crumpled clothing. Ben stood there, blindfolded; naked. To this day I don't know why, maybe it was the rum, maybe it was our wives watching me as I kept circling Ben's body, but I couldn't stop running my hands over him. His jaws were tight and the muscles in his legs were taught and as I touched his chest, he put his arms up and laced his fingers behind his head. My hard cock ached. I was going to have sex with this man, the butt-plugs in both our asses left no doubt about that, but I got the message he was sending. I knealt down in front of him, my breath hot on his body. More pre-cum dripped and I licked it before it could fall. My head was buzzing, my thoughts adrift in a foggy soup as I gripped his ass and kissed his glistening head, swirling my tongue around, sucking the head of his cock past my lips, sucking hard as I pulled away from him. His dick seemed to pulse; like he was going to cum right then. I wanted to keep him hard - both our wives wanted to fuck him, and, well, I wanted to stick it to him too. His dick was bulging; he was arching his back, pushing out his dick for me, his breathing ragged and heavy. I gave him another long and sloppy kiss, grabbing his shaft and tonguing the head of his dick until he shuddered, then I reached up and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled myself up and panted "you need to undress these women, mister; they brought you over here for some fucking and you've kept them waiting long enough!" Ben was a little shaky as he fumbled with their snaps and buttons, but we were soon on the bed and I pushed Ben down on his knees in front of my wife and she pulled his face between her wide spread legs, rubbing her wetness over his face, pleasuring herself on his mouth while Sheri pulled his arms behind his back. Lori held him there, thrusting her hips as he kissed and licked her pussy, I could see his nose buried in her pubic hair, his hard-on bobbing as drove his face between her legs, the moans escaping from her lips becoming louder as she ground into his face, rocking her hips as she neared the first orgasm on the night. She was breathing hard now, Ben's wife watching Lori's breasts swaying as she drove her pussy against Ben's tongue, her legs shuddering as she came closer to her climax, her hips bucking as Sheri took Lori's breasts in her hands, caressing, pulling on her nipples, the big strap-on bobbing against the back of her husband's head, the clit nubber making her squirm and the two women realized they had this man right where they wanted him, their eyes locked on each other as Lori cried out as she climaxed, shaking with excitement and grinding her sex into her best friend's husband's face. My wife's orgasm gushed in his face and his wife held him there as Lori moved to one side and I took my cock in hand and held it against his lips, my back arched as Ben remained motionless; his lips soft on my cock, my hand around the back of his neck, rubbing precum under his nose, almost cumming from the sensations. I was reliving last night; on my knees in front of him, slushing the warm water over his cock, squeezing his ass as I sucked on his trembling cock. Our two wives stood on either side of us, Sheri, looking down at her husband as she worked her fingertips down my shaft, drops from Lori's orgasm on her fingers, spreading the slippery liquid around my cock and onto his half open lips, working her fingers inside his mouth, jacking off his tongue; "it's OK, Ben, she whispered to him, "do it if you want to." I could barely hear her when she whispered that she thought he'd wanted to do it for a long time and that she loved him. Ben's chest was heaving, his breath rushing over my dick, his eyes hidden by the blindfold, but his hands slipped up the back of my legs until they reached my ass cheeks. His fingers cupped me and squeezed, the tip of his tongue barely licking the head of my dick. The girls couldn't see it, but he was pulling my cheeks apart, his tongue licking more surely as he took hold of the butt plug and pushed it deeper into my ass. I was going to cum in his mouth alright, and as he sucked me deep into his throat, my ass clinched around the spongy rubber plug which was soon to be replaced with Ben's hard dick. His hands were on their own now, one moving the plug in my ass, and the other pushing up on my perineum, shoving my dick muscle hard, making my cock strain against his tongue. The inside of his mouth was full of hot saliva, the hot liquid gushing around the head of my dick, rushing from side to side he started lashing my head, licking my dick, sucking me hard in time with his fucking me with the butt plug, his tongue swirling around my cock, his lips crushing my hard shaft. I found my legs spreading, my hips thrusting my cock out, then my ass reaching out to meet the plug's thrust, and my insides were jumping from stimulus to stimulus, my dick and my ass were aching with desire, my erect cock ready to explode and the tunnel in my ass wanting a cock, and when his hand cupped my balls and I melted in his arms, my cum squirting in his mouth, my ass clinching , my fingers all over his ears, pushing, tracing, pinching, my hips thrust my uncontrollable lust as our bodies worked together, overloading me with pleasure and I greedily kissed his lips, the taste of my own cum on his tongue as he slid down on the floor next to me, rolling his body on top of me holding me struggling on the floor as he lay on my back, pulled the plug from my ass and shoved his the head of his dick between my twitching cheeks. My arms were spread wide on the floor and my hips arched against his hard cock. He held me on the floor as he growled in my ear "Soon, my friend, soon." Our wives pulled him off me and up onto the bed. They covered him with massage oil, taking their time on his cock and balls, then they knelt by his side, and, starting with the 'long tom' and then the longer, fatter 'chub', they slid the lubed up phalluses back and forth through his curled fingers, one by one until he had felt their how long they were, gauging how the mushroom shaped head might feel spreading him, moving inside of him. Some would be too fat, but others not thick enough. The monster his wife had strapped between her legs was way too big, but the mere thought of the big cock pushing against his hole made my dick twitch. They helped him up so he was kneeling on the bed; my wife guided his hands down to the pile of strap-ons gathered between his legs while Sheri toyed with the butt plug buried in his ass. Even though no one had put it into words, there was no question what was going to happen. A drop of precum was hanging on the head of his dick while we watched Ben weigh pleasure against pain, looking macho for choosing a big one, looking wimpie if he chose the miniature 'long tom'. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he narrowed it down to two. One was as big as his own cock, and about seven inches, the other was a slightly thinner and over five inches long. If it was me, I would have wanted Ben's wife to strap on the five incher before she took me by the hips, pushed my legs apart and I felt the cold, purple head lined up with my tight ring. Ben must have heard me thinking because it was the five-incher that Sheri snapped onto the straps, her nipples hardening as she adjusted the clit nubber, pushing the hard rubber cock base against her mound, squirming from the stimulation as she worked her way behind her husband. I watched as her eyes flicked from my wife to Ben's waiting ass. Ben's cock jumped as Sheri put her hand on his shoulder, put the plug to one side and slowly worked her slender fingers deep; first one, then another. A sharp smack on the ass, and she had three inside him. His ass might be stinging, but precum was dripping out of his dick. His body went ridged, frozen in place as he felt five inches of cool hard plastic push between his slippery cheeks and press against his opening. Sheri moved the dick around his opening, giving him a chance to say 'stop', but when he spread his legs wider and pushed back against her, his wife dug her finger nails into his back and Lori and I watched as she slowly, relentlessly, pushed five inched of hard rubber cock into her husband's ass. His whole body shuddered when the straps pressed against his ass. He had five inches of dick in his ass and his forearms bulged as he gripped the bedding. Sheri's head was thrown back, her breasts swaying, her nipples hard, the clit stimulator doing its job, and her hands gripped his hips as a smile crept across her face, her eyes were tightly closed as she concentrated on the hot, naughty feeling between her legs, trying to concentrate on the important job of keeping the fake cock in buried her husband's ass. My dick was growing harder, a desire to take part in what I was seeing grew as I watched, seeing myself in Ben's place, with my own wife behind me, her breasts swaying, bouncing as she fucked me. I wondered if I would cum from having a hard dick in my ass? Ben's chest was heaving as I lay down next to them, his body arched, his dick dripping. I found myself acting out what I would want if I was in his place. I roughly rubbed my hands over his chest, kneading the tender skin between his legs, stroking his balls as Sheri arched and bent, in and out, rocking into him at an angle, jamming in hard, a fierce grin over her clenched teeth as she held it deep in his ass. Then she gave him several quick thrusts, rolling the harness with its brass rings around between his cheeks, reaching around his hip and squeezing his cock, slamming him hard and slapping his butt cheeks as she mashed her clit against the strap-on's clit nubber, straining to cum. I wanted to fuck someone and when Sheri shook with an orgasm, she looked over at me, glanced down at her husband's ass, then back at me. We both knew what I wanted. My wife pulled Ben up onto her pile of pillows; his ass was in the air as he slid his hard-on into her, groaning, pushing deep as she kissed him, her eyes followed me as I crawled up behind him; taking him lightly by the hips, I pushed my knee between his legs, running my hands up his sides, gripping his shoulders, grabbing him by the back of the neck, Sheri smiling at me as she greased my dick with the lube, holding my cock on target as I pushed my way between his legs. He pushed deeper into my wife, holding her tightly, kissing her from the right then the left, their tongues deep in each other's mouths, his weight shifting from one leg to the other, his hips opening wider as they writhed on the pillows. He wasn't saying it with words, but each time he moved, my slippery cock moved deeper between his butt cheeks, closer to his ass, and it was like we were teenagers petting at the movies. Neither acknowledging what the other was doing. It was the little intake of breath, the tensing of his body, and when the head of my dick touched his dark ring when we both had to admit it. If he didn't stop me I was going to fuck him. He was having sex with my wife, his dick was deep inside her, and the two of them froze in their lovemaking when I pushed. She knew when I entered him His wife was watching, a little sigh almost lost in the night drifted across the bed, as I slowly pushed into him. He squirmed a little, but I had him by the front of his hips, my pecks flexing as I held him, letting him feel the strength of my arms, my abs hard against his ass. Cockometer Ch. 05 His breath halting, then deepening, his back filling out, his hips giving a little jerk, and I pushed a little deeper, my cock bigger than the strap-on, his skin stretched tight around me, my back arched, my dick about half way into him as I pulled out a little, looking down at his ass as I pushed deeper, my stomach clenching at the thought of Ben spreading my cheeks on the couch, him pushing his dick in me. And then he seemed to relax and open to me, and I pushed the rest of the way into him. My balls felt large as I pulled back a little, pushing slowly back into his tightness, a groan coming from deep inside his chest, he trust into my wife and I followed with a push of my own, tremors feeding off each other's excitement. A slow choreograph of hot lusty sex. The tingling in my balls is spreading to my legs making me shudder and thrust harder than I intended to. Ben slammed his cock into my wife and she bucked, the ripple driving me to speed up, my dick getting warm from the friction of Ben's tightness, and I grabbed for the lube, pulling my dick out just long enough to slather on another handful and the feeling was heavenly when I glided back in his warm ass. He raised his ass and sucked my dick deeper, his hips twisting as he fucked my wife and their hard fucking had my balls bumping against him again and again. I held on tight, keeping my dick deep inside him as I wrapped my legs thru his, the muscles in his back rippling as they fucked, I looked down and watched as his cheeks slid over my cock, my fantasies' drifting until his wife touched my ass with the strap-on. I felt the buildup, felt my balls perk up at the jolt from my ass hole, the electric charge that pumps the cum was building, the feeling of the five-incher pressing against me making it happen. I clinched my teeth as I came, wrapping my arms around the couple fucking underneath me, holding the two of them in my arms as I pumped load after of load of cum into my best friend's ass. Fuck, what a feeling. I slid out of Ben's ass and was trying to catch my breath. Ben was breathing hard; his mouth was open when he looked over at me, gave me a lop sided smile and drove his cock hard into my wife. Her breasts tight against his chest, her legs wrapped around his butt and he fucked my wife all the harder. Lori looked dazed as she glided on top of the pillows, I was watching the curls in her hair bouncing on her shoulders when I noticed Sheri. Her hip was cocked against the wall, she's holding the biggest dildo - the ten incher -in her fist, holding it low, business end pointed up like it was a club or a dangerous blade poised for an upthrust into the gut. She was looking at me. Thinking suave, I step over, lean on the wall next to her. She smacks the big dick against the palm of her hand, takes my wrist and slaps my palm against the wall. I feel the big dick graze my butt as she takes my other hand, stretches my arm up and slaps it against the wall. I can hear Ben and Lori on the bed, but they mean nothing to me now. Sheri uses her foot to move my bare feet wider apart. I let her turn my face to the wall, my hands now high above me. Not a word had been spoken until now. She drags the head of the big cock down the crack of my ass. "I thought of you when I saw this in the porn shop. Lori thought you'd like it. I might like it too, but we bought if for you. It's too big to get in you, but maybe, if you licked it, got it all wet, I could do other things to you." I really like the sound of that. Sheri leans back against the wall, the cock is cool against my thigh, it feels hard as Sheri pushes my half-mast dick to one side, taking both dicks in her hands and squeezes the head my cock, holding me while rubs my slippery head all round the golf ball sized cock head. My knees turn to mush and precum flows out of me. "Pull your cheeks apart Arnie, its time to play" She was pushing the golf ball sized cock hard, twisting the mushroom shaped head against my opening, I'm on my toes, I'm panting, my throat is dry, staring wide eyed at the ceiling the sweat forming on my face as she almost lifts me off the ground. I was squirming, twisting my back, my dick hardening between my aching legs. "You fucked my husband" She grunted, her forehead pressed against my back as I tried to get away. She paused long enough to reach around my hips and grab the inside of my thighs, and taking a firm grip, she pulled and pushed on my legs, stretching my ass as she jammed against me, giving me several reaming shoves. Her breath was hot on my back, and her nipples pushed hard against me; "You fucked him...and ...He liked it." I was hot, drops of sweat beading on the end of my nose when I heard the bed creak, looked between my legs, and saw Ben's feet next to us. Then I heard the sound of Velcro straps, the click of another hard cock locking into place. Sheri pulled the long thin strap-on out of me and a calloused hand took hold of my dick, turning me around, pushing me down to my knees. Ben had a hand on the back of my head while he rubbed my lips with his softening cock; I smelled the scent of my wife's pussy. "Your wife's getting a big one ready for you buddy, looks nasty!" He kept hold of me while I climbed up on the bed. No stroking, no fondling. He was a strong guy and had a firm grip on my hard dick. He held my hips up and pushed my face down on the pillows, his hand trailing down my spine as he knee-walked down the side of the mattress. I felt the bed dip as our wives climbed up behind me, their hands on my body as they moved around. I could hear murmurs and the lyrical sound of a quiet laugh, felt the light touch of flesh as a kiss was exchanged over my arched back; the sensation of cool plastic, a tube of jell taking the place of their warm hands, more hard plastic dicks lined up in a row, like I was a picnic table with cool, hard bratwursts laid out ready for the grill. The lid of the jell tube rolled down my back, ignored as it fell on the pillows. More voices, then a finger finding my hole, slipping inside, joined by another, spreading my opening, then a cool thumb sized cock-shaped object slid deep in side of me. it must have been the long, thick 'chub'; I felt the bumps on the shaft ripple past my sphincter, the three of them seemed to acknowledge the shift in my hips as the shaft was worked in and out, strong hips bumping my cheeks on the in stroke. The fatter version of the first-timer cock was inside of me, twisting, sliding deeper, the butt plug had spread me, smoothed the entry and I found myself pushing against it, wanting to feel it go deeper. I tried to remember how long it was; six inches or so was in me. I found myself twisting my hips, actually trembling, gripping the mattress as I pushed my butt out against the thrusting. After a few strokes, I heard the sound of Velcro again; a click, two hands on my cheeks and my wife's long hair brushed over my back. Lori and I had had anal sex, it had only happened that one time, and now I was the one face down on the bed. Ben gathered the precum that was flowing out of me up on his fingers and smearing it on the spongy head that my wife was forcefully pushing again and again against my resistant opening. "Let her in Arnie", Ben said softly. Sheri steadied herself with a hand on my back and gave me a swat on the ass. "Let her IN ... ARNIE" she said louder. I was loosing control. My hips were flexing and my cheeks clenched, hot surges raced between my widening legs; I froze and willed myself to relax, to let my wife in; identifying with her feelings when she had let me inside of her. I felt hands pulling me wider, they were my hands, and I let out the breath I'd been holding and felt a hot giddy pain as the big head slipped past my tight ring. The four of us stopped. I was panting, moaning into the pillow, then rocking my hips, my hard, hard cock bobbing free and I looked between my legs, a thin thread of clear precum hung from the head of my dick. On one side I could see Ben's half mast cock, on the other, Sheri's tan legs and her glistening pubic hair, and between my very wide spread legs were my own sweet wife's toned thighs, the muscles taught as she pushed the big dick inside me. Ben took hold of my balls and I shuddered as he teased me with his fingertips, pulling my sack back and forth as my wife pushed slowly in an inch, then back out, then in again. The pain eased and I pushed back when Lori pushed in. She raked her fingernails down my back and pushed deeper, kissing my spine, her breasts hot against my back as she pulled back, driving deeper until she could grip my shoulders, pushing, pushing, her slender fingers sinking into the muscle, holding me, impaling me, feeling the growl through her breasts as she hugged me tight, still pushing, inch by inch, my insides coping, thrilling, excitement and wonder new to me, the realization I had been right, I did want this, I liked it, and the way my balls felt, my wife was going to make me cum by fucking me in the ass. Horney bastard that I am, I had to wonder if it was going to be even better when Ben fucked me with his hot hard dick. I was close to shooting my load onto the sheets when Lori shuddered, cried out and collapsed on my back. She was breathing hard when she pushed back from my butt and patted my ass cheek as she fell upon the bed, the slippery hard-on pointed toward the ceiling. I had followed her across the bed, thinking I would try being on top, when I felt a strong hand grip my bicep, and drag me off the bed. There must have been some kind of a plan, because within seconds, I was blindfolded, a bathrobe belt was looped around my arms, my hands were tied tightly behind my back, and I was marched into the bathroom. The shower wand was set on pulse, shaving gel smeared between my butt cheeks, and in no time my ass was clean shaven, the hot pulsing water gushed between my legs and I was roughly toweled off, my clean dick still throbbing with the need to cum. My heart was pounding; the smooth skin between my cheeks felt virgin, and my erection was pulsing with pain. The leather was cool when I touched the couch; the seat cushion sunk beneath the weight of my knees, my shaved ass bare as I was pushed, chest first against the back of the large couch. Ben's climbed up onto the back of the couch and his erection smelled of fresh soap when he slapped it against my cheek; my butt cheeks clenched as he moved his dick over my face, his hand gripped the back of my neck, I opened my lips, my breath rushing in and out, panting. Waiting. The head of his cock grazed my lower lip, sliding along the sides my teeth, slipping inside my cheek, then up inside my lips, pushing my lip up under my nose, his cock stretching my skin as he slid down to my other cheek, pushing deep inside then rubbing his now wet dick under my nose, smearing precum in my nostrils, then grazing my out stretched tongue, holding there while I licked his hardon. When I had him coated with my salvia, I sucked on his head, lolling my tongue all over, sucking hard as I pulled my lips off his dick and keeping my voice normal and steady as I could, I said "you've got me on the couch, Ben, I want you to shove me into the couch, hold me so I can't get away from you..." Our wives were both murmuring in my ears; "He's gone to get the lube, his dick looks really hard, spread your legs wider, kiss me, I'm going to spread the lube on his cock now, I'll be kissing him while he fucks you honey, we both want to fuck you after Ben cums in you - you ready for us?" Then there was silence. His callous hand wrapped around my balls, he's rubbing his hard, slick dick up and down between my shaved cheeks, pausing to push his cock head against my opening, then moving past, more forceful push the next time, squeezing my nuts as I squirm. His cock head feels like a baseball bat between my cheeks, yet this is what I wanted, I got myself into this, from giving him a blowjob, wiggling my soapy ass against his cock in the shower, even teasing him this morning, it all comes down to getting fucked by this man. He lets my balls go and grabs my cock, squeezing me hard and pushing his dick against my opening. I shudder, try to move to one side, but he's got me, roughly squeezing my hard-on, reaming my opening, pushing me deeper into the couch, if will myself to relax, admitting I really want it, remembering my wife's small voice asking me to be gentle as I pushed my hard-on into her ass. I try to open my self to him, my desire blotting the pain. I'm on fire with lust. I can't help my self, I spread my legs, my knees deep between the cool leather couch and the large cushions, I'm gripping the wide top of the couch, I try to push away, but Ben's too strong, his broad chest squeezes the breath from my lungs and his dick pushes deeper, my insides sparking with the most intense pleasure. I'm thrusting my ass against him, the friction when he pulls back for a deeper thrust sends crashing waves throughout my body and I'm loosing control, my arms spread wide, hands gripping the leather, pulling tight, letting him fuck me, now meeting his thrusts. I feel guttural vibrations through his cock. He's making possessive, conquering sounds that are making my gut sizzle; tingly, high voltage shivers grip my spine and surge though my sexual core. My brain is spinning. I don't think I'm going to cum, but Ben is; I know its coming, he's going to fill me with sperm and its going to be running down my legs and I'm going to toast our wives with a couple of shots of rum before they take my ass. His arms around my chest, his fingers digging into my pecks as he fucks me faster, his abs banging into my back as he drives into me. It hurts-so good. I need to fuck someone, fuck them hard. The hot cum shoots inside of me, I almost cum, but I can't. I'm shaking with lust, gasping 'oh' each time he pumps sperm into me, Ben's grunting as he cums, releasing his grip on my pecks, I press my hot chest against the sweaty leather, my head lolling to one side, my eyes unfocused. I'm sated, hotter than hell, and grinning from ear to ear. I push my self off the couch, my dick swaying, bobbing as I scoop the one-fifty-one off the coffee table and take a swig. Ben takes the bottle from my outstretched hand, puts his arm around my shoulders and we bow to our wives giggles and applause. Ben and I stood there in front of our wives, my hip cocked to one side, and my hand resting on Ben's shoulder. Neither of us looked down, but his cock was at half mast, mine still fully erect. The girls exchanged glances and Lori got to her feet not smiling as she walked over to me, the strap-on facing down my dick as she stood in front of me. "Remember that night in Tahoe?" A tingle spread from my chin to my knees; she was talking about the only time she had agreed to anal sex. She walked around behind me and placed one hand on the back of my neck. "You remember?" Her voice had an edge to it. I thought about answering, but decided to see where she was going with it. I wasn't surprised when I felt it, but I shifted my weight so my hips were cocked the other way. The head of her big banana shaped cock brushed the crack of my ass, and my wife had shifted her hands to a grip on my shoulders. "Remember, Arnie; you asked if you could spank me?" There was a noticeable increase in my hard on. "I was just thinking that we could do something like that tonight, except..."Her grip on my shoulders increased and I was sure the big dick felt a little deeper between my cheeks. She kept hold of my shoulder and gave me a little smack on the ass; "So, what about it, Arnie?" I didn't know how quite how to answer her and she smacked me again, harder this time; shaking her hand from the sting and letting out a little 'ow' sound. I couldn't stop the little snicker that escaped from my lips. Ben and Sheri exchanged eyebrow raised looks when they heard my laugh. I relaxed when I heard my wife admit that spanking was not the best use of her talents, but regretted laughing at her because she turned to Sheri and asked if Ben had any experience spanking naked butts. Sheri turned to her husband and she seemed to get an instant sun burn. "Actually, ..." Ben looked from his wife, then at Lori and then to me. "Sheri has some ..." he said haltingly. "Maybe Sheri would like to..." He looked at me apologetically; "She's actually quite..." He never got to finish what he was saying because she gave him a friendly punch on the arm. "Want her to audition, Arnie?" Remembering the double smack on the ass Sheri had given me earlier, I just shook my head. My dick was oozing precum again. My wife was seated in the middle of the couch, her nakedness bright against the dark leather. I eyed the strap-on between her legs, her curled finger beckoning me to her lap; the jar of lube in her outstretched hand. The big dick felt cool, the lube slippery, glistening as I spread it over the ridged shaft, the purple head looked bigger than I remembered; it was longer too. It was bigger than my own cock, bigger than Ben's. I now knew how Lori must have felt when I pushed the head of my dick against her anus. Lori held my eyes as I straddled her hips, my aching erection seeping precum as she rubbed her hard plastic dick up and down the crack of my ass; rocking her hips as she poked it at me. She took hold of my cock, squeezed me, rubbing her thumb over my head. "Spread your legs for me Arnie, sit on my cock and guide me inside you." I pushed down on her dick, my face warm with sweat, my hips alive and trembling as I felt my ass stretching, the big purple head entering me, my ass hot, lusty, and eager. It hurt like hell until my muscles relaxed enough to allow her head past my sphincter and deeper inside me. There were tears in my eyes as I forced my ass down over that big dick, but the feeling as she pushed deep inside of me, pulled back a little and pushed deeper inside my ass was like none other. Lori had me by the hips now, gripping me tightly, fucking me, but when she grabbed my erection and jacked me off in time with her thrusts I went into overdrive, banging my ass against her hips, my head thrown back, my teeth grinding together as she fucked me. It felt so good, her hand clamped around my cock, squeezing me on my up stroke, fucking me on my down stroke, again and again, my ass clamping around the hard cock, hot from the friction and the writhing decadence of being fucked in the ass by my own wife sent slashes of giddy lust knifing between my legs. Lori's hair was damp on her forehead, her eyes bored into mine as she gripped my hair, owning me. Her grip painful as she slammed my head back and forth, her grip on my dick was fierce and the look on her face was fearful, feral, fanatical as she drove that dick up my ass, her thrusts lifting me, bouncing my knees off the couch, driving the dick deep, making me almost afraid she would pull my dick off as she abused me. My jaw hurt and my lips were pulled tight over my teeth, my hips were rubbery, my back aching from thrusting my bulging dick between her fingers. Sweat threatening my eyes as we moaned, grunting as unknowable sexual fantasies flickered, the raw hunt for release, for just one more orgaism, not just any orgaism, but I just knew the best one wasn't far and we rushed on, dripping, oozing, shuddering and tingling, clenching and thrusting, the far away look, the turning inward as it builds, focus honed to a point of light that blossoms into a starburst of giddy pleasure. It's like none other, cumming as one, the melding of pleasures, each of us overwhelmed by the feelings, hugging, sharing the climax, aware of the wonderful pain we've endured to get each other to this place, and then the glorious sense of wellbeing that fills your whole body.