4 comments/ 30135 views/ 5 favorites The Oval Ball By: CanadianLover I and Charlotte, my wife of more than ten years, had moved to a new neighborhood of the Southern French city of Lourdes. Now you may have heard about this city as a famous pilgrimage site. It is what makes us Lourdes citizens relatively wealthy – and in fact, both Charlotte and I work in separate hotels here. But beyond the everyday business of hosting international tourists, feeding them, transporting them around and taking their money, people around here are passionate about another form of tradition: rugby. Yes, the South-African, Australian and English rugby teams might be more famous than the French one, but here in this corner of France rugby is the king of sports. Local teams from small cities like Auch or Pau are regularly national champions, and the good rugby players are elevated to the status of semi-gods. They are very earthy gods, mind you, playing hard in and out of the field. There is a local tradition of the "third period", which refers to what happens right after the game is over, first in the changing rooms (always closed to the journalists and general public) and then in homes and hotel rooms. It is the secret dream of many young women here to be invited to one of these parties, and when invited, very few would turn down the offer. Whatever happens during the third period is supposed to stay secret, and no woman would easily admit having been a participant. But if you ask that question to your cute neighbor and her answer comes in the form of a mute smile and eyes drifting toward sweet memories, then I suppose you would have your answer. I know for a fact, though, that Charlotte never went to one; she was already an adult when she moved here to work first at a wood processing factory. Also, she is not from here, in fact she was born in the Netherlands and thus she wouldn't have the connections needed to gain trust among the rugby players and their friends. The other thing I know for sure is that she would have loved it! She said so herself many times to me. Soccer and baseball players, she says, may be athletic men, but nothing to do with rugby players who are the real, wholly men: strong more than athletic, their faces rugged by so much rubbing against their opponents' shoulders – or against the grass whenever they are tackled down. They are tough, they get dirty, and they sweat and swear and laugh a lot, too. Most of them grew up as farm kids or in blue-collar families and had real (hard) jobs before they became professional rugby players. As it turned out, one of our new neighbors was in fact the best player of the local rugby team. His name was Mario, a man not very tall but very strong-looking, with black curly hair and Latin features (his mother was from Argentina). His rugby-hardened face could become surprisingly sweet whenever he smiled. We had seen him on his front lawn and said hello a couple of times, and once we had taken care of his dog (a Dalmatian) while he was out of the country for a tournament. Charlotte, my wife, is a 5'5'' blonde who grew up in the countryside near Amsterdam. She is 40 years old, like me, but (unlike me!) looks much younger, a result of years of relentless aerobics, mountain biking and just being happy. Charlotte cheating on me with a rugby player was a frequent fantasy for us long before we moved here, but as you would guess it has just intensified since. We would make up stories together about where and when she and Mario would meet for passionate sex, with or without my knowledge and consent, which I find equally exciting. In our little bedtime stories, she would be fucking him in various places (his car, our bed, his bed, his swimming pool...) and these scenarios would give Charlotte intense orgasms. It would end with me penetrating her while she would whisper at my ear that she was going to do it for real, that she couldn't wait to hold his (probably big) cock in her hand, couldn't wait to give him the greatest fellatio of his life and allowing him to fuck her in all kinds of ways and to feel his sperm flowing deep in her pussy and ass. Of course, you intelligent reader will understand that Charlotte was not cruel – she knew very much that her words were turning me on. By pushing the right buttons of my perverted mind, she would make me cum in long, deep orgasms that would almost always trigger a last one for her as well. Sooo... Before this whole thing happened, Mario was already a very nice addition to our sex life, and even before he actually had sex with my wife, we felt somewhat grateful to him. Also, I admit to myself that he was indeed a quite attractive man, rugby star or not, and that there was no point in trying to repress my wife's attraction to him – it would be happening anyway, so why not go with the flow? I knew, we both knew that something was bound to happen sooner or later. But then, something we didn't know came up: he was married! We discovered this only after a month, as his wife had been travelling and somehow she never came up in the short conversations we had had with him. But we were here by chance when the two of them came back from the airport. What a shock! She was a stunning black-hair lady, about his age (thus around 30), with a perfect body revealed by a beautiful (and classy) white dress and summer sandals. Obviously, she was an urban lady, only living here in this small town because her famous rugby player of a husband was living here, too. Even though she must have been tired from her trip, she took the time to come salute us: "oh, you must be the new neighbors" she said, "my name is Elena; Sorry I don't speak French very well yet, I am from Rio de Janeiro." She had beautiful skin with an "ash-like" color, like many people in Brazil whose ancestors are a mix of Africans, Latinos, German Jews and god knows what else. There was nothing shy about the way she shook our hands, and right away I could sense - we both could sense - the intense sexuality in this woman. She looked at Charlotte with piercing eyes, and she did not hesitate to look down at her body (we were both in bathing suits as we were relaxing by our swimming pool moments before). She said, "Mario was right about you... your body is incredibly toned, you must spend a lot of time at the gym!" Then she turned her eyes to me and added, laughing, "and obviously you don't!!" I laughed with her and explained that indeed, Charlotte is also a gym teacher, and I should definitely go to her classes more often. We were both slightly intimidated by this woman. In a matter of seconds, she made it clear that she found Charlotte attractive, and she revealed that she and Mario had been talking about my wife in sexual ways. I felt slightly demeaned because obviously, I was the only one among us four who was not as sexy as the rest of them. At the same time, the desire that this woman displayed for Charlotte was an immediate turn-on and I silently prayed that an erection was not going to show up just then (since I was wearing a bathing suit!). Charlotte made small talk with Elena, looked at her with a smile that also made it clear that she appreciated the unabashed way Elena was approaching her. Making love with a woman was a long overdue experience for my wife... she surely could not look at Elena, look at the way she was looking at her, and not think about it. But she also didn't want to exclude me (did I tell you that I love my wife?!), so while talking to her, she placed her arm around my waist. In the meantime, Mario was bringing his wife's luggage in their house, but after that he came to talk to us. As soon as he came, he, too, looked at my wife's body with obviously hungry eyes, and this time Charlotte couldn't refrain from blushing, which made Elena smile in an even more wicked way. The sexual tension among us was so thick we could almost touch it! At some point Elena turned her attention to me and I could read her thoughts: "how could an average guy like him manage to seduce a knock-out woman like Charlotte" is what she seemed to wonder. Charlotte could feel it as well, and at this point she came up with the right words (she usually does!). With her arm still around my waist, she brought me closer to her while telling Elena (and Mario): "Yeah, Lionel should definitely come more often to my classes and get rid of this little belly of his, but he is my husband and that matters more than anything else. He loves me in ways no other person can love me, and we share everything in life." How I loved Charlotte for saying this! She just made it clear that, no matter what could possibly happen, I will be part of it. Elena laughed lightly and said, "But of course! Husbands should always be counted in, and they can be pretty useful! See? My one just took care of my entire luggage for me, and now he's going to cook us a little dinner. Later on he better show me how much he loves me, I haven't been with him naked in a bed for more than a month... We might be pretty noisy tonight, especially since I prefer making love with the windows open... I hope you won't mind it?" Charlotte blushed again at those words, and I said: "Please don't worry about that, we are pretty open; in fact, hearing you going at it might give us some motivation as well." She laughed and, turning to Mario, said, "You Mister! You had told me how beautiful Charlotte was, but you had omitted to tell me that she had a smart hubby!" Then she turned her attention back to us and said: "We definitely want to get to know you guys more. Not tonight obviously, but: tomorrow, at our house. Grill by the pool. Yes?" It was not really a question, more like a statement... Obviously, this was a woman who was used to get everything she wanted from other people - and even though I don't like too much this type of person in everyday life, I had to admit that in this context, with the erotic tension going on, it was a pretty sexy attitude. So, of course, we said yes! And the timing was right for us, because our kids were out of town at summer camps until the end of the month. That night... indeed we could hear her moans as she was being fucked by Mario to what sounded like beautiful orgasms... Their window was open indeed, and we couldn't help it and opened our own window as well... We had sex in several positions, all over our bedroom, very excited by the whole thing. At some point I motioned Charlotte to the window and took her from behind while she leant on the window... If our new neighbors were looking out at that moment, they could see Charlotte and her beautiful breasts and by the movements of her body they could guess that she was being fucked from behind. It was dark in their house so we couldn't figure whether they were looking at us or not, and that, too, was erotic. The next day... We spent the day working, which was a good thing; we didn't have time to think about what was going to happen in the evening. At some point during the day though, Charlotte sent me this email: "What do I wear tonight? I'm so excited. P.S. I love you." I suggested that she wears a simple little summer dress in beige cotton, and to also wear her favorite pieces of jewelry, such as this necklace with small colored stones, itself very summer-ish. I added: "and no panties." She immediately replied, "are you sure???" I left it at that! Imagining her at Mario and Elena's place without any clothing under your little dress was already a nice turn-on for me - but it seems that I was in erection constantly that day anyway! We arrived at our home at about the same time. We didn't see our neighbors but we could smell some cooking already - and it smelled deliciously, which surprised me a little - Elena looked like a fancy lady, someone more used to restaurants than to cooking herself, but apparently I was wrong on that. We both showered and got dressed - for me I picked white pants, sandals and a short-sleeve blue shirt. When I came out of the shower, we were both naked (Charlotte was arranging her make-up in front of the mirror) and I came from behind to take her in my arms, kiss her in the neck. She said, still looking in the mirror, "are you sure you want to do that?" "absolutely!" I replied. "Please don't worry about me. As long as I am a part of it, I will love every minute of it. The whole day I was thinking that my wife was going to have sex with another man tonight, and with his wife, and all these thoughts did was to turn me on." She smiled and said, "yes, I know it would turn you on... do you want to make love to me right now?" "No, honey... that would be cheating... Tonight I want you to belong to Mario more than you will belong to me." And my voice became a whisper as I said that, so I came very close to her ear to make sure she would hear me: "I want you to give yourself to him completely and with no restriction... I want you to be his... It would be cheating if we had sex right now... It's his cock that must be the first one to have the privilege of your pussy... Don't you agree?" She shut her eyes at these words and her hand reached behind her until it found my erect cock. She touched me gently and said, whispering herself as well: "Oh god Lionel, it's so sexy that you are encouraging me like this... You are wonderful and yes, I am planning on not missing this occasion that is given to us... Yes I will give myself to them and I can't wait to be taken by Mario... I really hope that you will be there, beside me and watching, when he will push his cock in my pussy... Will you? Will you watch closely as your pretty little wife is giving herself to him? Oh god I'm so wet already!" She turned around and, leaning forward, took my hard cock in her mouth. She started touching herself but stopped right away and I thought that surely she wanted to save her orgasms for later. It was maybe 7pm when we walked over to Mario and Elena's. Charlotte was not wearing any panties, as instructed. The dress was so short that I doubted she could seat without the person facing her realizing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, but that was the point, wasn't it? She had also convinced me not to wear anything under my white pants either. "But, honey, isn't going to freak Elena out, if she notices my erection or, worse, pre-cum stains on my pants?" "You worry too much, silly, trust me, a woman always likes it to feel some desire for her, and desire is always messy." Just before we got out of our house, as she was motioning to open the door, I kneeled down behind her and kissed her bare bottom under her dress. She immediately leaned forward and spread her feet, allowing me to lick her cute little ass. Which I did with passion, circling my tongue on her little hole and pushing more and more until I could finally give her this most intimate of caresses: my tongue penetrating her ass like an excited little penis and licking inside. I would have loved to lick her pussy as well, but it was clear in my mind (and hers) that it belonged to Mario from now on and for a while - so I stayed off. Elena greeted us at the door with a large, confident smile on her face. She was wearing a knock-out tight bordeaux dress with a deep décolleté that made it clear she didn't have any bra (not that she needed one anyway). From what I could guess when she turned around to guide us in her house, she wasn't wearing any panties either! We had come in the house once before briefly, one time that Mario needed help moving some furniture. I had been impressed at their decoration skills - lots of exotic wood. Now I realized that it was all her work, and probably imported from Brazil at great cost. I knew he was making lots of money being the star player of Lourdes's rugby team, but what about her? "I live in Rio about half of the time" she said as if reading my mind, "I still view myself as Brazilian first, and thus I decided that our house here should look like home a bit. The investment firm I work for has been generous to me, so why not use all that money and live an interesting life; don't you agree? Charlotte, why don't you come with me upstairs, I want to show you something and I have a question for you. Lionel, why don't you help yourself with the booze? It's all by the swimming pool, and you should try out my special cocktail. It's the blue liquid!" While these two lovely women climbed the stairs laughing, Elena's arm around Charlotte's waist, I made my way through the house to the backyard. I passed through a room that had some training equipment and a massage table. I had to go through a curtain made of bamboo to access the backyard. The first thing I noticed was the giant exotic flowers all around and the palm tree next to the swimming pool. The pool itself was not a rectangle, as it usually is in Europe and the American East coast, but had this softer, round shape that you see in Latin countries and in California. The garden had been decorated with red stones (volcanic stones was my guess) of a type that I had never seen around here - imported, again. I was amazed at how beautiful it all was, yet not show-off; it was their private place, that couldn't be seen from the street or even from our house. Mario was swimming in the pool, and swimming fast. Oh, and he was naked. At some point he noticed me and was out in seconds, walking toward me with a large, welcoming smile on his face, and his large (and I guess welcoming) penis flapping against his thighs at each step. We shook hands (he shook my hand would be a more exact description). He was easily one head taller than me and stronger and larger in every respect. He was very friendly though, not trying to make me feel bad about how more manly he was next to me. There wouldn't need any convincing anyway, it was so obvious. I am no sissy, I always manage to get respected at work and anywhere else, and if a fight was called for one day, I wouldn't back away from it. But in front of Mario? Not a word needed to be spoken for us both (and for the women) to know that he was the alpha male - and I was the other guy! And the best was, I wasn't bothered by this idea - I was turned on by it. I knew that I was going to love it to see him having sex with my pretty wife. It was a very primal thing: I was sharing my female with the bigger male; not that he needed permission to take her anyway... The thought of that gave me an instant hard-on, as Mario was putting his hand on my shoulder and leading me toward a table with home-made cocktails on it. He poured me a glass of the "blue stuff", which turned out to be absolutely delicious. I looked over at the dishes that looked (and smelled) delicious. Obviously, Elena had gone through a lot of effort for this evening. "You should try the bison, man" he said to me, pointing at one of the dishes. "Elena knows her way around a kitchen." "She seems to know her way in life in general" I replied, to which he laughed: "oh yes she does. She certainly does." We did some more small talk and I was wondering what was going on with Charlotte and Elena upstairs. Moments later the two of them finally joined us. Charlotte's face was reddish and she was looking for eye contact with me, as if she wanted to tell what happened between Elena and her upstairs; At the same time, though, she was mesmerized by Mario's naked body right in front of her. Elena laughed and said to her husband: "Mario, you have no education. Couldn't you put on a bathing suit at least?" "You know that I like to be naked when I swim" Mario replied, "and what took you so long upstairs anyway?." "He is a good swimmer" Elena explained, "it's surprising for a rugbyman but it's true; you should see him; oh, and upstairs? Nothing my dear, me and Charlotte were just getting to know each other... in a very pleasant way, by the way, wasn't it, Charlotte?" The Oval Ball "Oh, I saw him" I replied, but I think Charlotte is even faster than he is." "Is that a dare?" Mario answered, "Let's try it then!" "But I didn't bring my bathing suit!" Charlotte said, with an unconvincing voice. "Don't you see?" Elena replied, "bathing suits are not allowed around here anyway!" And on these words, she walked to Charlotte and, resuming the kisses that apparently had started upstairs, she proceeded to take off Charlotte's summer dress. "No panties, huh!" she said, smiling wickedly. "it's nice to see that we're all on the same page." And, there you go! In less than a minute Charlotte was naked as well. He took her hand to lead her to the pool. They looked at each over and he said "ready?" "always Mister" she replied, and splash! the race was on. "Lionel, my dear, give me a hand with the food will you?" Elena said, and I was only too happy to help with something - the tension was getting almost unbearable. Elena and I started to arrange plates and dishes and I complimented her on her cooking skills. "But you haven't tasted anything yet!" she said, and added, "let me see if you like that taste" and she came to me and kissed me, pushing her tongue in my mouth in a rather aggressive way. This woman was something! I kissed her back, caressing her neck and arms and everywhere else. I don't know how long we kissed this way, standing by the food and the drinks. I was turning my back to the swimming pool and at some point I noticed that I couldn't hear any splashing anymore. I wanted to look behind and see what was going on, but Elena held my face in her hands to prevent me from seeing anything. "Trust him, trust us", she said, looking deep in my eyes, "she will love it but you will as well" and she kissed me again, and her kisses were now more gentle, more passionate, and very enjoyable. She also seemed to genuinely like me as a man, which was a relief. At some point though, I couldn't help it anymore and turned around, and (of course) he was sitting by the side of the pool, his feet in the water, and Charlotte was standing in the pool in front of him, licking his erect cock with obvious pleasure. He was caressing her hair but then lied down on his back and spread his legs a bit, giving Charlotte more room to lick his shaved balls - which she did right away. I noticed that her hands were touching his legs at the same time, caressing his muscles. Obviously she enjoyed it to have such a muscular body at her disposal. That actually made me more jealous than the blow-job she was giving him, because it made me realize that Mario had something that I didn't have, or that I had less. Once again he was the superior male... and once again the realization of that just made my cock grow even harder! Mario turned his head toward us and smiled, and it was not clear if the smile was directed at one of us in particular - maybe he was just happy and letting us know. When he moaned, it was deep and powerful - a real wild animal. Elena had moved behind me and was massaging my cock through my pants (good idea to not wear undies, after all). My hands were touching her body as well, which she was rubbing against my back while kissing my neck. I saw that now Charlotte had managed to take his cock's head in her mouth (even though it was almost twice as big as mine) and she was sucking with devotion, almost religiously. But Mario made her stop: "I don't want to come right now" he explained, "I want to save it for later, I want to come inside of you and with the others present." He took her head in his hands and leaned forward to kiss her gently. Charlotte placed her tiny arms around his impressive body and kissed him and she looked like a high school girl kissing her first boyfriend, and again I was filled with jealousy. Then she did something more surprising: stepping back a little in the pool, she took one of his feet in her hands. She smiled at him, and watching him intensely in the eyes, she placed her lips on his foot for a second. Wow, I think, this dominant male thing that Mario had seemed to work on women as much as it did on men... And of course it did... How silly of me to not have foreseen this! Mario got back on his feet and walked toward Elena and I, always all-smile, and Elena stopped rubbing my cock at that point. Mario laughed at the large stains of pre-sperm that were apparent on my pants (I couldn't see them, but I could feel them!). "I wonder who is the most wet right now, Lionel, you or your wife!" He then turned toward Charlotte as she was coming out of the swimming pool, with a happy aura all around her, and said: "Charlotte, I think Lionel gets excited at watching you giving oral to other men!" To which she answered right away, "It's the first time for him actually, and yes I knew that he was going to like it!" But then, Elena added "Mario honey, did it occur to you that maybe he wet his pants like this not from watching you and his wife doing things in the pool, but maybe because of the way I was touching him all along?" "Point taken" Mario replied, to which I added, in honesty: "I think it was both." "So Charlotte," Elena said, "I know exactly what to do with you, but help me out a little about your husband... what does he like to do in sex, beside of sharing his lovely wife with other people?" "Welllllll...." Charlotte replied, smiling, "he has a little something for women's feet." "Ha!" Elena replied, "I knew it! I've seen the way he has been looking at my feet since you arrived. Right or wrong?" "Right, of course" is my answer. "Well" she says, "if you are a nice boy maybe you can have my toes for dessert. If Charlotte allows you to, that is, of course; Charlotte dear, is your husband allowed to suck on other women's toes?" Everybody laughed, and Charlotte replied: "If I am allowed to suck the husband, he should be allowed to do it to the wife, shouldn't he." To which Elena replied, "Maybe so, maybe so, we'll see. Just because you enjoy the husband's big cock doesn't mean that the wife feels like she has to do anything in return. As I said, Lionel will have to show me that he's a nice boy. But enough with all the dirty talk, let's eat! I've cooked specialties from my country for us, no way that we are going to let it cool down!" We all gathered around the buffet to fill our plates and then we spread out on the lazy chairs by the pool. The wine (some Argentinean white I had never heard about) was as delicious as the food and it was useful in making me a little breezier, a little braver, yet I was careful not to drink too much. The women started some conversation about decoration. How could they do that in the middle of a group sex-themed evening was beyond my understanding, but then again, so were many other things about women. Mario had closed his eyes and seemed to be having a little nap, or maybe he was just as uncomfortable as I was when it came to basic socializing. Elena got up and went to join Charlotte on the loveseat on which she was seating. The conversation resumed but it was all muted voices and smiles now, and it was clearly not about decoration anymore. By the few words I heard, I understood that it was about birth control and tests. Then they started to caress, Charlotte's hands caressing Elena's neck, going down along her beautiful breast, making circles around it, pressing it with her hand and tasting its nipple with her tongue. Her breath got faster and neither Mario nor I existed anymore. She lowered her face and licked and caressed her soft belly with her face, before reaching her pussy. Elena, getting really excited, started to move her hips; she obviously liked the feel of Charlotte's tongue, and spread her legs so that Charlotte could go ahead and discover her (brazilian) pussy. Mario and I were both fascinated and really turned on looking at our wives enjoying each other in that way. Now we could clearly hear Elena moaning softly as Charlotte was savoring her pussy, turning her tongue in it and going up again to play with her clit. Then Elena pulled Charlotte's head back up to her face as to kiss her. Oblivious of my presence now, the kisses were deep and gentle at the same time. I could see their tongues mixing and licking each other's lips, penetrating each other's mouth. The racy, elegant blonde from the North and the tempestuous, exuberant Latina: what normal man would not have been turned on by the scene? My penis was as hard as wood. I unzipped my pants, took out my cock and started stroking it while looking at them. After a minute or two, Elena noticed me and smiled and whispered something to Charlotte who looked in my direction and nodded affirmatively. "OK Lionel, now cut it out" said Elena, "we don't want you to waste your energy without us involved". I tucked my penis in and zipped up like a little boy caught stealing some candies. Both Charlotte and Elena placed their feet on the little coffee table in front of them; they were now facing me and looking at me and Elena pointed to her feet while saying: "since you like to get busy, show me what you can do!" She didn't give any specific order but her finger spoke louder than words, and what it was saying is "get down on your knees and start licking". I certainly didn't need any more encouragement for that. My wife's feet are very nice, small yet strong and nervous from all the exercise. Elena's feet were thin and racy, with beautiful long toes nicely enhanced by the right tone of nail polish. I started kissing as warmly and passionately as I could these two pairs of feet so nicely offered to my lips. Of course, I gave a bit more attention to Elena's feet, but that's only fair isn't it? I loved that the top of her feet were brownish while the soles were almost as white as those of Charlotte. I took her beautiful toes in my mouth and proceeded to suck them. I would then take two, three or four of them in my mouth, licking them and sucking them at the same time. Whenever my tongue was sliding between her toes, Elena would moan and at some point she told Charlotte: "This is very nice indeed! I would never get Mario to do something like that." While still eating Elena's feet, I looked up to both of Charlotte and her, and Charlotte was smiling at me in a cute way – I think that she was somewhat proud to show Elena that I could be a decent and even surprising lover. Maybe it's because he heard his name, but Mario suddenly woke up and, uninterested in the little show I was putting on, went on to swim some more. It seemed like this guy always had to be doing something physical. I guess that's what it takes if you want to be a great athlete. "OK, enough of this" said Elena, "I'm getting really excited now. Come with me!" She was talking to Charlotte, and the two of them moved away toward the swimming pool. Elena turned back to me and said: "leave us alone just for a little while honey; don't worry, we will call you." I sat on the loveseat that they had just left and that was still warm from their bodies. I was a bit afraid that maybe they were going to have a 3-some in the pool without me, but it seemed that they really were feeling for some lesbian action. Elena said something to Mario that I couldn't hear, he nodded and resumed his swimming. Charlotte and Elena started to kiss again, but this time there was more passion and urgency in it. They wasted no time and the bathing suits went down rather quickly. Elena took down Charlotte's bathing suit the same way I like to do, by kneeling down in front of her and pulling it down while kissing her belly and thighs. It was Charlotte's first time with a woman, and while Elena was clearly quite experienced, I found that my wife was handling herself pretty well – at least she seemed to have a lot of fun, and it was all that mattered. When they were both naked, Charlotte proceeded to literally devour Elena's breasts and I could feel the hunger in her. Even though I was looking at them from a distance, I could also see Elena's breast extremities hardening under Charlotte's aggressive attacks – the pleasure that these two seemed to be having! There was one of those inflatable swimming pool mats, lying by the pool. Elena motioned Charlotte to lie down on it and on her back. Elena lied down on top of Charlotte, rubbing her naked body against my wife's. Elena's breasts are larger than average, though clearly not artificial (thank goodness!), and she was using them to massage Charlotte's smaller breasts while tongue-kissing her. As you can imagine, I once again unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock while watching them! After a little while, Elena went down on Charlotte, kissing her breasts and belly. Soon she was lying down on her belly between my wife's legs and licking her pussy in deep, slow movements – I could see her face buried in Charlotte's pussy and going up-and-down. Charlotte had shut her eyes; her arms were spread wide and lying flat, a sign that I knew reflected her abandonment to pleasure. At some point though, she started gently caressing Elena's head, which made me smile – she does the same with me. Mario had gotten out of the pool and standing close to the mattress, he was rubbing his cock, just waiting to be invited into the action, which surely was not going to take long. Not wanting to be left outside of the fun, I got fully naked myself and came closer to them, still rubbing my cock. More or less consciously, I avoided staring at Mario's manhood, concerned that I would get intimidated (and flaccid!). Charlotte had started stroking her little clitty with the same hand that had been caressing Elena's head moments before. Her legs were now folded and spread apart more than before, allowing Elena better access to her pussy, and giving the whole thing a tenser, more overtly sexual feel. Elena was eating and assaulting Charlotte's vaginal orifice, using her tongue as an agile little penis. Now that I was close enough, I also noticed what I hadn't seen before: that Elena was caressing herself with one of her hands, and I was surprised by how fast and hard she was masturbating herself – clearly this woman was not afraid of too much stimulation. Charlotte still had her eyes shut, but Elena's were wide open and looking alternatively at Charlotte's body and at her husband's, who was standing close to Charlotte's head. At some point, Elena stopped eating Charlotte's pussy and, lifting her body until she was on her hands and knees, stared at Mario intensely while showing him the way she was touching herself. She had a sexy, slightly wicked smile and clearly enjoyed turning her man on as much as she could. Charlotte too was stroking herself more intensely now, using two fingers. Without opening her eyes, she used her hand to search for Elena's face, to resume contact. I saw Elena open her lips to take Charlotte's fingers in her mouth, the ones that were all wet-and-shiny from her fluids. She licked them clean, and at that second Charlotte opened her mouth and exhaled a deep sigh that ended in a moan. She quickly buried her fingers back in her pussy, just enough time to get them soaking wet again, and presented them again to Elena, who again proceeded to suck them clean. It didn't seem that Charlotte had come under Elena's caresses. I suspected that Elena had deliberately stopped before Charlotte could reach her orgasm. Elena wanted to keep my wife as excited as possible for what was to follow. Decidedly, Elena enjoyed being in control. I wondered whether Charlotte was going to like this; when we have sex, she takes at least as many initiatives as I do. But as far as I could see, she wasn't complaining, far from it! She seemed just happy to let Elena take the lead; I suppose it was natural, since Elena was more experienced than we were in the field of out-of-ordinary sexual experiences. Elena stopped the little game she was playing with Charlotte and, turning to her husband, asked: "honey, would you bring me and Charlotte a glass of pina colada? We just need to catch our breath." Elena's lips and chin were still wet from having licked Charlotte so much, and before she had the time to wipe herself with the back of her hand, I came closer and gave her a sensual kiss. I loved it that I could find the familiar taste and smell of my wife's pussy on this beautiful woman's face. I proceeded to kiss her neck and chin, which made her laugh. "You're cute", she said. Charlotte seemed to be coming back from her inner world and sat up. I kissed her as well while very gently caressing her pussy. I wanted to lick her but I knew it was not the right timing for that. Mario came back with two glasses of "the blue stuff" and the women got their welcome shot of freshness, booze and summer all rolled in one drink. Charlotte said: "Well, it's definitely a good thing that no neighbor at all can have a look at your backyard!" which drew a laugh from everybody. "All right" said Elena, "come closer, Lionel". I did as I was told, and Elena took my hand and led us toward the grass, a few steps away. "That inflatable mattress is good for foreplay, not so much for hard fucking" she said with a wink. She made me lie down on the soft grass and came to give me a little kiss on my lips. I took her head between my hands and proceeded to kiss her more deeply. I knew that Charlotte would be looking at me and I wanted to make her a little jealous, too! I felt a hungry mouth - which had to be Charlotte's - taking care of my penis. My erection was gone by then, so I did the best thing to do in such a situation and that is: not thinking at all. I kept on kissing Elena, as if I was trying to know her taste and smell by heart. Keeping my eyes shut to better focus, I was letting my fingers play in her hair, getting to know the shape of her shoulders, the warmth of the neck. Yes, I know what you're thinking: this sounds more like romantic love-making than tempestuous group sex. But so what? This is what works for me, and Elena seemed to enjoy my style – or at least she was willing to offer me this moment of intimacy, knowing that it would put me in the right state – and it did, this and Charlotte's good work with my penis. Elena put a stop to our kissing and whispered something to Charlotte. Charlotte didn't answer anything but immediately came over me and lowered her pussy on my face in a 69. She was keeping on eating my cock at the same time that I started to circle her little clitty with my tongue. That didn't last very long though; as is often the case, my intense licking got her to stop giving me head. It's hard to give and receive at the same time. Or, maybe, she was busy doing something else with her lips? My head was buried in her pussy and I couldn't see anything anymore. At that point Mario slid his erect cock between Charlotte's pussy and my face. His boldness sent electric waves along my spine. One second, my face was where it was meant to be, glued to my wife's pussy. The next, Mario's big, fat, hard cock was rubbing against Charlotte's pussy – and against my face in the same movement. I rested the back of my head on the grass, my wife having just been literally stolen from me. At least I was at the right place to enjoy the show! Mario's penis was longer and especially much larger than mine, but what was the most striking was his macho, dominant attitude. He was taking my wife like it was natural to him. His hands were caressing her butt and thighs, his cock pressing against Charlotte's pussy but without making any effort to get in. Charlotte was resting her head on my left thigh, breathing heavily, eyes shut, her right hand holding my erect cock. She was waiting for the big penetration moment. Elena was caressing her hair, but then she moved over to behind her husband and managed to slid her hand underneath her husband's butt in order to hold his cock. She started to rub it against Charlotte's pussy until finally placing it right at the entrance of her vagina. In a powerful push, Mario finally made his way inside. Charlotte had a loud moan at that instant, and I could feel her body getting more tense, her fingers tightening their grip of my cock. The Oval Ball What followed was long minutes of intense, uninhibited fucking. Mario's hands were firmly holding Charlotte's waist – she wasn't going to go anywhere. Not that she would have wanted it to stop anyway, of course. His moves had been slow and gentle at first but soon enough, he started to penetrate her deeply and with more urgency. I loved it all – Charlotte's obvious pleasure, Mario's obvious eagerness, and the fact that they were doing it bareback. Charlotte obviously wanted it that way and I wanted it to be that way, too. I wanted her to belong to him at that moment, and a condom would not have made any sense. Somehow, the natural place for his semen was in her womb. Charlotte was alternatively moaning and breathing heavily and screaming when he was pushing particularly hard; It was hard to pinpoint her orgasms exactly – she seemed to be orgasming all the time. Sometimes she was pushing her butt toward him, curving her back a bit more so as to show she desired more of his cock. She was now resting on her hands, and Elena had come in front of her to kiss her and masturbate me at the same time. I wished for Elena to ride my cock, but that didn't seem to be her priority at the moment! In any case, even if nobody was fucking me right then, I was busy watching Mario's beautiful cock going in and out of Charlotte's pussy. And I was stuck under Charlotte... I wasn't going to go anywhere, either! I loved the way Mario's thick balls hit her pussy at every push. At some point he slowed down, making his moves less aggressive and more sensual. Both he and Charlotte seemed to be recovering before the final assault. Mario's cock was covered with Charlotte's fluids, making it shiny. I wanted to lick – after all, my wife's fluids belong to my mouth! I started with my wife, managing to lick her clitoris and whatever little regions of her pussy I could access. She moaned with obvious pleasure. I licked his cock as well, for a few seconds at least; you could call that tasting, I suppose! I had never even touched another man's penis before that day, and I doubted that I would do it again, but somehow, in that context, it came naturally. He almost (but not quite) pulled his cock out of my wife's pussy and I gave him long strokes with my tongue, going from the tip of his cock all the way to his balls, enjoying the taste of my wife's fluids along the way. At that point he resumed fucking Charlotte real hard and you could see that he was going for the finish. She grabbed my legs and her nails pinched me hard as she was bracing for Mario's orgasm. He was fucking her mercilessly, going deeper in her than I ever could. Charlotte's mouth was open but no sound could come out of it anymore. However, I could feel her whole body starting to shake, announcing an orgasm that promised to be immense and imminent. Indeed, Mario gave it a few more strikes before finally coming to a still and ejaculating deep in my wife's pussy, while she was obviously having her big orgasm at the same time. I could count the streams of semen exploding from his cock just by looking at the contractions of his balls – or by listening to Charlotte's reactions, for that matter. When I cum into my wife, there is no special effect for her, nothing compared to what I was now witness of; I guess that his cum was hitting parts of her pussy that my cock simply could not reach. After climaxing, we all rested for a while, in the same position, letting our breathing get back to normal. At some point I realized that Mario had disappeared; perhaps he had gone to refresh himself. Elena came to lie down at my side and tongue-kissed me while playing with my cock. I looked at Charlotte, and noticed that the intense contractions of her womb that kept her hips still moving, her legs slightly spread, comfortably resting on the grass and on her left side, her head on her forearm. Mario's semen had started coming out of her and onto her inner thigh. I kissed her passionately while Elena started to suck me – I had missed kissing my wife, all the time that I was stuck beneath her, watching her and Mario fuck. Then I reached to her pussy as she shut her eyes, caressing my hair as I started to very gently lick her. I liked the idea that I was going to wipe her clean in order to make her mine and only mine again. My cock was hard and I wanted to fuck her right there, to reclaim her as mine. Yet I also wanted to have sex with Elena, it seemed like I more than deserved it! Charlotte came one last time under my tongue, and I was glad that I was able to make her cum even after Mario had given her the biggest orgasm of her married life. As soon as I detached my face from Charlotte's pussy, Elena came and kissed me hard, enjoying Charlotte's taste on my face. "I'm all yours now" she said. And, thankfully, she kept her mouth shut for the next hour! I ended up taking her standing up in the swimming pool. I made it last for a long time and I was glad to see that she was genuinely enjoying me. No mind games this time, just plain old-fashioned sex between a man and a woman. Charlotte was swimming leisurely and watching us, smiling at me, sometimes swimming to me until her lips found mine. Later on, while we were all eating again (we were so hungry!) we had a nice, relaxed talk and everybody quickly agreed that whenever Elena was not here, Mario would be able to have sex with Charlotte at convenient times. Convenient meant no kids around, and it also meant that everybody would be in the mood for this – Mario, Charlotte and me. Elena was honest enough to tell us that she was relieved to know that dear Charlotte was there to take care of her husband in her absence, "instead of him cheating on me with some random woman". She also promised that whenever she was present, she would show us her appreciation "and I think that now that you have experienced me, you can take my word for it!" Indeed, Elena, indeed. And... this has been our life since then. Whenever Elena goes on extended vacations, Charlotte and Mario have sex maybe once a week. Sometimes in our house, sometimes in his; sometimes with me present, sometimes not. But if I am present, Charlotte always makes me clean up after he comes in her. She really acquired a taste for this particular attention, and also, as she joked once: "I need to keep you well-trained for when Nasty Elena comes back!" And when Elena does come back... Fireworks really fire off! Who can tell how long this thing will last. Perhaps they will get tired of us; perhaps we will get tired of it all. But for now, we like it and Charlotte and I love each other more than ever. Why stop something that's good?