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Visual Pleasures

By: Many Feathers



Authors note: There is a very brief bit of bi-sexuality between two of the male characters in this story, towards the end. I've included this at the request of several individuals (mostly women in fact) who've asked that the next time I did a story similar to this, I would do so. It is for them that I have. I would ask that if this isn't your cup of tea, brief as it is...that you then bypass this story entirely, or skip through the short few paragraphs where this action takes place. Please do not condemn or destroy this story entirely on that basis. I would much rather, and prefer you not even bother reading it then if this type of sexual activity is such a turn off for you. For those of you who might otherwise enjoy it, or have a bit more of an open mind, I hope you'll enjoy the entire story. And as always, your votes/comments and feedback will be greatly appreciated.

Many Feathers -

**

Visual Pleasures

I had looked up across the way in the small cafeteria where I usually went to grab a bite to eat during the lunch hour. It was one of the perks working for the financial investment firm where I was employed. Good food at a reasonable price. Everyone knew of course that by doing that, it ensured people were hardly ever late getting back to their desks, thus ensuring the company was even more successful and profitable.

My thoughts weren't really on that however, but at the moment, on Carol, a sexy, sweet looking brunette with smoldering blue eyes who sat off to one side at a small table just across from where I was sitting. We had rarely talked, usually just nodding heads or saying hello if we happened to pass one another in the hallway, or upon riding the elevator up or down together as we came, or went home during work. As I did that, I caught a similar look from her my way, and then followed that up with a friendly smile, a most friendly provocative smile. I was married, so was she..."happily", I reminded myself, but I didn't see anything wrong with a little harmless flirting. Though a slight friendly smile could hardly be considered that now could it?

I had always considered myself reasonably attractive. A full head of dark hair with just a sprinkling of a few gray hairs now having recently hit the dark side last year turning forty. Though Marcy, my wife continually assured me I didn't look a day over thirty-nine. In truth, though she was only a year younger than I was, she didn't look a day over thirty, sexy sweet and damn attractive in her own right.

So why was I sitting here entertaining these lustful thoughts about Carol? It's not like Marcy and I didn't have an active, and very satisfying sex-life, because we did. I chalked it up to just simply being horny. Plain old horny...as I usually always was.

Like me, Carol was sitting alone at the moment. She returned her attention back to the salad she'd gotten, forking a few lettuce leaves, moving them about without eating them. As she did, she shifted in her chair slightly, and then crossed her legs over the opposite way.

Yeah...I was reminded of the scene with Sharon Stone. Maybe it wasn't as flagrant or as obvious as the way she did it, but for the briefest of moments, I was indeed treated to what could only be the whiteness of the panties she was wearing beneath her short denim skirt.

"Had she actually flashed me? Knowingly? Accidentally? Did she even realize just how short her skirt was as she sat there seemingly playing with her salad rather than eating it?"

I felt my cock start to harden, reminding me I'd best avert my eyes and focus on my own lunch before I allowed things to become even more uncomfortable than they already were. I now found myself chasing a few kernels of corn around my plate, though my eyes inside my head were allowing certain thoughts to once again monopolize my reasoning. I glanced up once again, looking her way, intending to do so quickly, just in passing, looking nonchalant. She was staring at me, her eyes locking onto mine. I locked mine onto hers, intending to smile once again, nod my head...something that would no doubt break the odd little moment we were having. And then she uncrossed her leg again, only this time placing it down fully onto the floor, turning in her seat as she did. As her legs opened.

There was no way in hell she didn't realize or know what she was doing. Even her wider, broader smile said that. I could clearly and easily see the crotch of her white panties now, her legs opening even a bit more, displaying herself to me. She glanced up, looking about quickly. The cafeteria already near empty now as workers had already begun leaving minutes ago in order to return to work. There were just a few people remaining, and none close enough to us where we sat to have noticed much of anything, certainly not this, not her...not Carol as she gave me a wickedly erotic glimpse into heaven.

And then she moved her hand away from the fork she was holding, laying it down on the napkin. I watched it as though seeing her do so in slow motion. Suddenly she reached down, once again quickly glancing about, and then slipped it down between her legs. If I hadn't been hard before...I sure as hell was now. The subtle movement told me what she was doing, albeit only briefly. But then she took her hand away, once again glancing about, slipping her extended middle finger into her mouth, and then sat there sucking it slowly off.

"Fuck me!" I said to myself, eyes probably as big around as saucers now as I sat there watching her do that. She then giggled, which I could easily hear her do over the short distance between us. And then stood. She gathered her tray, put her dishes on it, and then slowly walked past me on her way over to drop off her dishes in the return area. 

"Meet me in the copy room in forty-five minutes," she said simply only loud enough that I could hear her. I couldn't believe that she'd said that, hinted at that..."at what?" I again asked myself. "What was she suggesting anyway?"

I watched her leave, turning at the door heading down the hallway disappearing from sight.

I was going to be a little late getting back to my own desk. No way in hell could I stand up now, not until this damn fucking hard erection went down just a little at least!

**

Forty minutes later I opened the door to the copy room. Carol was standing in front of it making copies. I stood there holding a file folder of my own. Not that I had any to copy myself at the moment...but I certainly needed a reason for being there in the event anyone else came walking in. And of course...I was curious.

"I've only got a few," she said business like, smiling at me no more than she very often did whenever we passed one another in the hallway. Her aloofness threw me off for a moment as she stood there making copies. I began wondering if I'd misinterpreted anything, replaying it once again inside my head. No...not possible. I'd seen what I'd seen, she'd done what she did, there couldn't be any other explanation for it. She turned slightly looking back over her shoulder towards me as she stacked a few more sheets into the copier for collating. "There, that should keep going for a few minutes she said...drown out our voices some, just in case." Once again she grinned, this time the naughty grin she'd given me before. "Stand in front of the door," she now added. I knew why...it couldn't be locked, nor should it for any reason. But doing so, would definitely alert us to anyone else attempting to enter. I stood firmly in front of it...again curious.

"You are married yes?"

"Yes," I responded back easily. "Happily too," I then added, though for the life of me I don't know why I felt it necessary to include that, though I did. She grinned, nodding her head.

"Me too...happily. But the reason why I am...is this," she said reaching down, grabbing the bottom of her pullover lightweight sweater, lifting it up. As she did, she included grabbing the cups of her bra, lifting them as well, standing there showing me her magnificent tits. "Jacque...my husband and I, enjoy doing this...teasing one another, or on some few occasions, other people. Other people we can trust. There's no touching...just showing, playing. Then later, we tell one another what we did...where, with whom," she informed me. "Keeps things even more erotic and exciting between us."

"I can see why," I said drooling over her boobs as she stood there flaunting them at me.

"So...you interested in playing once in a while? Under those conditions?" She asked me pointedly.

"Playing?"

"Yeah, you know...I'll show you mine, if you show me yours," she giggled as she now stood there fingering her rock-hard nipples for me. "That sort of thing."

"When? Where?"

"Where ever we safely can," she stated emphasizing the word. "And again...no touching one another, just watching, looking...you be ok with that?"

I would be yes. For some reason, this didn't feel to me like infidelity. Even if it was in the shaded gray area, I felt like something like that...as long as it didn't go beyond that, might be permissible. Well...to me anyway. Not that my wife might find it totally ok, but I seriously doubted she'd throw all my clothes out into the yard if she were to find out about it. Though in hindsight, maybe she would.

And besides...I was standing there with another hard-on again, so my reasoning wasn't exactly where it might should have been at the moment.

"Oh yeah, no problem," I said instead.

"Glad to hear that," she told me. "Let me see your cock."

**

With the possibility, though highly remote as it was, as very few people except for Carol ever came in here, the thrill, danger and excitement of doing that had me aroused on a level I hadn't been at for a while. Even as good as my sex-life with Marcy was. I unzipped, slipped my hand inside, fishing my erection out, nervous as I did so, exposing myself to her.

"Nice swollen head," she said appreciatively, though she covered her breasts up once again. To my delight however, she placed one foot down on the stepping stool that was very often used to reach up and retrieve packages of copy paper from the shelf. As she did, she lifted up her skirt once more, hiking it up considerably. This time however...she wasn't wearing panties. Between lunch and now...she had taken them off!

"Damn!" I moaned appreciatively looking at her, looking at her as she openly reached down spreading herself. She was shaved...completely. Her lips glistened, obviously wet and aroused as she was. She toyed with her clit, tickling it. She stood purposely showing it to me, skinning back the sheath that would normally protect it, revealing the pink swollen little head of her shaft as she spread herself apart for me.

"Squeeze your dick for me," she asked. "Let me see some precum."

I did. There was plenty of it. And it felt nice, silky nice...as I smeared it around and over the head of my prick.

The copier stopped, the collating finished. The moment it did, Carol took her foot off the stool. "You might want to put that away now," she giggled hotly. I did so...reluctantly I might add, now clearly showing a bulge inside my pants as I tried straightening up too. "I leave around five-fifteen, five twenty," she informed me.

I knew why. By then, most everyone who wasn't working later would be gone.

"Meet at the elevator?" She now asked.

I nodded my head grinning.

"You ah...might want to make a few copies for a minute or two," she giggled still looking down at my crotch. "See you after work then," she finished, and then slid past me out the door.

I made several copies of things I already had.

**

The day crawled as I sat at my desk periodically glancing up at the clock. Finally five o'clock arrived, and most of the guys I usually walked out with were already grabbing their stuff heading out. I pretended to still be finishing up a few things, saying goodnight as they walked by. Soon, most everyone had left that would be. I waited a few more minutes, and then grabbed my stuff heading off towards the elevators. I saw Carol walking towards me from down the hall the other way. Once again her demeanor was pleasant, courteous as she smiled nodding her head hello, just as she'd always done. We stood together at the door waiting for the elevator to come back up to our floor. I found myself praying no one else would show up and want to ride down with us. No one did.

I was curious as to what might happen on the way down, almost holding my breath as the elevator doors closed. "Just in case you're wondering...not here," she said looking at me. "In the garage."

We strolled out together, once again most of the cars had left, leaving only a sprinkling of a few still working for a while yet. I knew what car she drove, I'd seen it before. I had parked closer, much closer. "Drive me over to mine," she told me. "Park next to it."

It was a perfect spot, on the other side of a cement wall dividing a service elevator that was rarely used. I pulled in next to it, effectively shutting off both cars from being seen very easily, and none others even nearby that would cause any real concerns.

"When do you need to be home?" She asked.

"I've got plenty of time," I responded back. "Marcy, my wife...won't be home tonight until after seven."

She smiled at that. Unlocking her door, and then triggering the release on the passenger door as well. "Get in."

I slid in to my seat, turning slightly, just as she had. Once again she lifted up her sweater, this time...no bra either. Nor had she put her panties back on as she now bunched her skirt up considerably, revealing her bare pussy in all its magnificent glory to me once again. She now reached for her purse, opening it...and much to my surprise, removed what was obviously a toy, life-like...real looking. A thick, veined soft pliable cock, though also a vibrator as she turned it on.

"Take it out...play with it," she again told me, waiting on me before doing anything. I hurriedly unzipped, this time undoing my belt as well, finding the sensation wickedly delicious as I pulled my slacks down around my ankles, now sitting there with my rock-hard cock sticking up. I began pleasuring myself while she watched, while she in turn began teasing her clit first with the toy, long before slipping it deeply inside her, fucking herself. Once again she toyed with her nipples too, teasing them as I sat watching, finding this to be an enormous thrill, seeing her do that, knowing that neither one of us would be doing anything to one another except for this. "You like watching a woman masturbate? Does...your wife do this for you?"

"I do yes..." I said finding it difficult to speak, my mouth dry at the moment. "Sometimes," I then added, as she did...though not as often as I would have liked.

"Good," she responded back. "Masturbation, especially mutual masturbation, either with one's own spouse, or a near total stranger, can be wickedly erotic."

"You can say that again," I told her watching her as she now slid the fake prick deep inside her cunt, fucking herself with it. The sounds her now liquid pussy was making, additional music to my ears, though so were her comments.

"I like to make myself nice and wet. I love to hear the sounds my pussy makes when it's nice and creamy, slick...and nasty," she purred her eyes glued on my prick as I sat stroking it in the seat next to her. "Go on David...make it squish for me, let me hear it, let me hear you pleasure it while I watch you," she stated sounding hornier and hornier with each passing moment.

It was easy to do. My cock was leaking profusely at this point, my balls already growing tight with the inevitable eruption that would eventually take place, only minutes away now. Which then gave me pause. She could see by the expression on my face I was getting close too, holding off now...actually slowing down a bit, though I continued to fondle and play with myself.

"You got anything?" I asked. Because I didn't, not even a fucking hanky.

"No...not really, but you can squirt on my tits if you'd like too. I enjoy that...just as long as you don't touch me with anything else," she reminded. "But you can cream on them if you'd like...when you're ready."

Squirting on her tits was an unexpected bonus. I'd love doing that, watching my spunk splashing against her breasts. She then leaned forward a little, cupping her tits for me in both hands, though leaving the toy deeply embedded inside her as she did, whirring pleasurably away. I sat up in her seat, almost kneeling...aiming and pointing my cock in her direction, specifically now towards her breasts. I began to Jacque-hammer it pretty hard, working it up and down, looking at those tits, hard dark tan colored nipples, crinkled, puckered and so fucking horny looking. 

"You come a lot?" She asked wondering. "You squirt good?" She asked teasingly. I know full well she was saying this to further enhance the moment, the pleasure I was feeling...enjoying.

"Fuck yes!" I responded back. "Especially when I'm looking at tits as beautiful as yours are, and listening to the sound of that fucking toy inside your cunt!"

"I like watching a man come," she continued. "I love seeing his nice hard cock squirt, spurting out all that nasty, creamy fucking cum juice," she urged. "You like seeing a woman cum too baby? You like hearing a woman moan? Cry out? Maybe even squirt a little herself?"

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed feeling the sudden churning in my balls, alerting me to the fact I was only seconds away now from orgasm.

"That's it baby! That's it...go ahead, come all over my fucking titties!"

And then I began doing just that, watching as what felt like a gallon of sperm began to rocket out the end of my prick, spraying all over her magnificent breasts, coating them in what became a torrent of cream that soon ran down between them, soaking her skirt around the waist band even, though she certainly didn't seem to mind that at all. All she did was encourage me to keep shooting...keep squirting, keep coming on her.

I collapsed back into my seat, my semi flaccid cock still out, a small dribble of cum running down the side. I started to reach for it, some effort in cleaning it up perhaps.

"No! Leave it! Just like that! That's what I want to sit here and look at while I come!" she told me.

So I simply sat there, watching the trickle of my own come slowly drip down along the side of my prick while Carol furiously fucked her cunt with the toy, simultaneously frigging her very exposed clit now with her hand and fingers, pinching...pulling, even slapping it as she slid the toy in and out of herself. "Oh yeah...fucking hard one, fucking nice one," she said a grimace suddenly coming into her face. She seemed to seize up for a moment, even holding still, and then simply exploded!

And boy did she!

Marcy got juicy. Really juicy, at times with this milky white froth actually leaking out of her and then even more so when she finally did climax. I was noticing that very same thing with Carol too, a nice white juicy flow of womanly nectar appearing around her pussy hole, but then as she seized up...I saw something else. Three...four, and then five little spurts, almost clear liquid actually shooting out of her cunt. Amazed, I sat watching, watching her spray, totally unconcerned that she was soaking the seat, the console between us. I watched her come, listened to her as she cried out, almost humping the air...as though helping to force it out of herself as she ejaculated her own womanly joy-juice.

Finally she too collapsed, sitting back in her seat, tucking away her still cum-covered breasts again beneath her sweater.

"Did you...enjoy seeing that? Doing that?"

"Hell yes!"

"Would you like to do it again sometime?"

I just grinned at her.

"So would I. Just one thing though."


Visual Pleasures



"What's that?"

"Before we can again...before we do again...you have to tell your wife first."

I sat staring at her. "You're...serious?"

"Yep...only did this, this time, because I was exceptionally horny, couldn't wait to tell you, that you had to do that first before seeing me do this. But...now you know that I want to, and we can...she has to be ok with it too. Think she will be?"

That one I had to think about. "I don't know," I said honestly, wondering if she might...if she could. We'd certainly shared a few wild fantasies with one another, things similar to this...but we'd never once really acted on any of them.

"Well, talk to her...find out. If she's ok with it, then we will. If not...it was fun."

I couldn't imagine how though as I began straightening up, getting dressed again.

"Do this...tell her that you and I happened to get into a discussion about such things, not swapping, or anything like that, because we don't. But...feel free to tell her how we talked about, my husband and I...enjoying, watching others, while they in turn watch us. See what she has to say about that. Maybe then, if she's interested, or curious about it, we can meet over at our place for dinner one evening, see how things go from there. How's that sound?"

I still wasn't sure, but at least that gave me some sort of a reason for even bringing it up, though even the timing there was everything. I decided then...it was time for a really horny night, get Marcy really worked up, hot erotic naughty discussion time. And then mention it.

I slipped out of her car into mine, watching her as she drove away, realizing as she did so...her gorgeous breasts were still covered thickly with my come. I knew then...Marcy and I would be having that discussion soon. Very soon. Perhaps tonight in fact.

I got behind the wheel, and discovered I was hard again.

**

I knew just how to get my wife into a loving romantic...and then very horny mood. I started cooking her dinner, after which, I would give her a nice relaxing back massage, which usually always led to other things.

The minute she walked in, she knew I was up to something, she could smell her favorite pasta dinner being cooked.

"And what are you up to?" She asked, though her smile told me I had a good chance of succeeding with her regardless.

And naturally as I'd hoped...with dinner, the massage, and then driving her nuts orally for a considerably long period of time, only then did I put my plan into motion, continuing to caress, excite and arouse her even more as I teased her with my fingers. 

"Tell me a fantasy," I told her. "Tell me something you've imagined doing, wondered about...something that you think about maybe while you're masturbating."

She laughed. "It's actually been a while since I've even done that...haven't felt like I needed to," she informed me, though I felt like she was just saying that in order to stroke my ego.

"Oh come on...certainly you still do," I pressed. "I certainly do."

"Oh yeah? When was the last time?"

"Today...at work," I responded vaguely, not going into any real detail, though that really didn't matter either. Suddenly she pushed my head away from her pussy, sitting up. "You did? Why?" She asked curiously aroused, not at all angry or upset with me that I had...merely curious.

I then told her about the supposed conversation I had had with Carol. She'd met her a few months before at the company Christmas party, so remembered her.

"I don't know David," she paused thinking about it, though I was once again down between her legs, slowly tickling her clit with my tongue. 

"They're not talking about swapping," I reminded her. "They're not into that...just watching, being watched."

Marcy and I had of course discussed the possibility of having a threesome, another male, or another female...both possibly. Though the opportunity had never really presented itself, and thus far...had remained mostly erotic pillow talk. I reminded her of that.

"See...the thing is babe, this might prove out to be even better than that. For one, all we do is watch, and play with one another, no one else...though in turn, we get to watch someone else too. See how we feel, how it feels while we do that. If anything, it's safe, erotic...naughty yes, but safe. Then...if we like it, feel ok with it, we have a good time. Simple...easy. No muss, no fuss!"

Once again she thought about it, though I noticed she had her hand on the back of my head now, grinding herself against me even more intently as she did that.

"Ok...set it up," she moaned softly...and then came.

**

I was even more excited when I got to work, leaving a bit early, hoping to catch Carol before she went inside the building. Figuring she'd park her car in the same exact spot again, I parked mine next to where she would. I'd been there less than five minutes when she pulled in, smiling as she did so, stepping out.

"I take it you spoke to your wife."

"In fact...I did," I said grinning at her. She laughed.

"See? Not half as bad as you thought it might be now was it?"

"Easier than I thought," I openly admitted. "She told me...to go ahead set it up, schedule a dinner together."

"How's Friday?" Carol asked.

"Almost not soon enough," I replied back. Once again she laughed glancing at her watch. 

"I've got five, maybe six minutes before I need to go in and get ready for a staff meeting," she said as she began hiking up yet again another short skirt. "Think you can get yourself off in that amount of time?"

I didn't have the heart to tell her, I'd been jacking myself off, sitting there in the car for the past fifteen minutes waiting for her.

"Oh yeah...I think I can manage that easily enough...especially watching you."

"Then do it!" she said as she began rubbing her cunt through her panties, obviously not having any intention of taking them off...understandably so. But even that was hot...watching her tease her now slick lips through the thin material of her sexy looking briefs. "Oh, and David?"

"Yeah?"

"When you're ready to come...just do it down here," she told me, and then stretched out the waistband of her panties, indicating where she wanted me to squirt. "It'll be deliciously wicked, feeling your hot sticky cream covering my pussy during the meeting," she then added.

"Fuck," I moaned already imagining her as she moved about the boardroom, sitting there watching her, knowing as she did...it was my cum that was covering that delicious pussy.

Once again...I came a gallon. And then she did, using it to further stimulate herself with after I'd stood there pouring my hot sticky spunk down into her panties.

**

It was more difficult than I expected. Sitting there at the table while Carol walked around the conference room handing out minutes from the last meeting was driving me nuts. And not once did she look my way, or even acknowledge me, just going about her work proficiently, and professionally, all the while I knew...she was wearing my cum, sticking and clinging to her pussy.

By lunchtime...I was ready to climb the walls as aroused as I was. Hoping once again for another repeat performance in the cafeteria perhaps. Once again looking at the clock...waiting, and then the ding of my internal office email.

Carol White: "Not eating in the cafeteria today. Too nice outside. Thought I'd stroll down to the park instead. Interested?"

David Peterson: "Sounds like a plan...meet you in the lobby then...noon?"

Carol White: "Noon," she had typed simply.

I was down there five minutes before. Watched her as she strolled out of the elevator heading towards me...wondering. We walked in silence out of the building, down the steps and then onto the sidewalk before she spoke.

"In case you're wondering...no. I took them off, I'm not wearing any now," she giggled. "And did you like that? Did it excite you knowing that I was moving about the room with your hot sticky cum still clinging to me?"

"You know it did," I told her, trying very hard to suppress an erection while we walked the single short block away towards the park.

Reaching it moments later, we cut through on the path leading towards the middle where the fountains were. There were a few others walking about, as there were every day, some sitting just as we did, taking one of the open available benches. "Sit there," she told me, as I did, while she then sat at the far opposite end, a small distance between us, though semi turned my way. "You tell me if anyone starts to come up behind me...and I'll do the same thing with you," she then stated. Upon saying that, she swiveled about some, going so far as to place one foot up on the bench, the other still on the ground. When she did, she gave me a very unobstructed view down her skirt again, her swollen puffy lips now winking at me.

Obviously it would be far more difficult for me to be able to do anything outside in the park like this, so I really wasn't planning on it now either. I should have known better.

"Well?"

"Well what?"

"Let me see your cock!"

"Here? Now?"

"Of course here...now, why'd you think I invited you here in the first place? Just so you could see my pussy? I don't think so!" She said eying me. "Come on...take it out chicken...show me!"

We were reasonably alone, no one really close by, but I was still nervous, hesitant even then.

"It's warm out. Take your Jacket off, keep it handy if you like, just in case. But...unless you want me to close my legs...take it out. I'm not asking you to jerk it off for me, I just want to look at it. Touch it enough to keep it hard yes...but I really do just want to see it."

Now I was hard. Though I took my Jacket off just as she suggested, keeping it handy across my lap, though I unzipped, fishing out my hard stiff prick. Surprisingly, it felt damn good...very arousing, very horny just sitting there like that. The warm sun dancing around my cock, the small slight breeze in the air caressing it.

"See?" She laughed. "Nice isn't it?"

"Very," I admitted, looking over as she sort of opened and closed her legs giving me brief sultry glimpses at her bare cunt.

After about fifteen minutes of this she spun around in her seat, closing her legs standing up. "Ok, let's go, I have a surprise for you," she then added.

Making sure no one was nearby, I quickly stuffed my exposed hard cock back inside my pants, though not without some effort.

"Where we going?"

"Not far...come on," she said leading me through the park again towards the opposite side. I followed trying not to look to conspicuous as I did, holding my sports coat at the side, ready if I needed to use part of it to mask my condition. She laughed at that. "I guess we do have it a little easier, sort of..." she stated looking down at her chest, where I noticed her nipples were indeed hard pressing against the thin material of the blouse she was wearing, even with a bra on.

Just down the street around the corner from where our office building was, stood an old now abandoned elementary school. She then led me through a torn opening in the fence heading towards it. I followed, looking about, but no one seemed to notice, or much care if they had. She led me down between two sections of the building, still outside, but well concealed from any passersby. 

"You might want to take your pants off this time," she informed me. 

"Off? All the way off?"

"Yes...unless you don't mind getting them wet," she stated.

"Wet?"

"Yeah wet...I'm going to cum on you this time," she informed me, and then removed her skirt, standing there from the waist down, bare-assed naked.

I slipped out of my slacks and underwear, standing now with a dress shirt, tie, shoes and socks on. I think I looked ridicules, but it was sort of hot even then. Carol likewise lifted up her tight knit blouse along with her bra, baring her tits again. "Ok baby...let's see you work it for me," she told me as she began frigging herself, fingering her cunt. I happily complied, standing there only a foot or so away from her, jerking off my cock for her, watching her...as she again watched me.

I honestly had no idea that simply masturbating, even doing something like this, could be so erotic, so stimulating, and so fucking exciting. Sure, perhaps it was again the danger, and to some extent the silliness of doing it like this. In a strange way, I felt like a naughty kid again. It was fun...it was hot, and yeah...it was damn fucking nasty too!

"Don't wait for me," she said moments later, already the look on her face telling me she was getting closer and closer by the minute. However...it was as though we'd planned it, choreographed it in a way, though seeing her facial expression, even more than her hot naked naughty body seemed to trigger it, for both of us. But suddenly, she began squirting...spraying, her silky slick essence suddenly spurting directly against my prick, and then I was...shooting right back at her. The two of us then, standing only a foot or so a part, me squirting on her, her pussy, her belly, and even a bit on her tits as I kept Jacking myself off. She in kind doing the same to me, the sensation of that hot warm feminine cum-cream of hers literally bathing my cock was almost too good to be true.

"Fuck...that was,"

"Amazing!" She finished looking down at herself, rivers of cum clinging to her almost everywhere. "I'm a mess," she then added. "But it feels lovely too," she grinned.

I was a mess as well, pleasantly so. Though I wish now I had likewise taken my shoes and socks off. She had cum so much, my left foot was soaked, almost as though having stepped into a puddle or something.

"We'd best get back," she told me as we hurriedly dressed, heading off. "Five fifteen?" She asked.

"I'll be there...with bells on."

"Just make it a hard on," she smiled. "That'll be good enough."

**

Once again I walked her to her car, though mine was sitting right there next to hers anyway. "Do something for me please?" She asked.

At this point I was ready to do just about anything she asked. "Name it."

She laughed holding out her panties to me. "Go ahead, jerk yourself off into them for me, so I can wear them home, show them to my husband after he gets there."

I realized as she said that, he certainly knew about all of this...she'd basically already told me that. But even then, it felt strange knowing that he'd get off seeing another man's cum inside his wife's panties. Though I guess with the limitations that had been placed on all of this, there was no real threat or concerns there either. I found myself wondering how I'd feel...how I'd react, if Marcy came home and shown me a pair of hers this way.

To my surprise, the thought of that excited me.

I stood there jerking off with her panties, finally spurting into them. She did nothing but watch me, informing me that she had already promised her husband she would be calling him on the way home, wearing my cum, masturbating for him over the phone, hence saving it, not playing with herself until then.

Once again I stood there watching her go. And decided on the spot, Marcy and I were going to have another interesting conversation this evening. I was curious, and wondering what she'd think when I told her about this. Didn't plan on telling her about the afternoon session...not yet at least. But jerking off into Carol's panties might be a good place to start, see how she reacted.

But certainly not until I had her good and horny again first.

**

Before Carol left, we had stood talking about dinner Friday night, what time, where they lived things like that. We also discussed possible scenarios, Carol informing me the easiest way to sort of settle into the evening, being the hot tub they had around back. Secluded, private something that had very often worked in settling any insecurities. And one thing more she had mentioned, though they weren't swingers...and didn't actually swap with other couples, on some few occasions, they did allow touching! We then discussed that. Again, it was entirely dependent on the other couple, how they felt about doing that in front of one another. There was nothing else involved or expected, but the eroticism of several hands and fingers, adding to the ongoing mutual pleasure everyone was experiencing, very often intensified the moment.

I could easily see that. On more than one occasion, Marcy had mentioned the fact she'd always wondered what it would be like to have both of her breasts fondled, sucked and played with simultaneously. Just large enough to press the two of them together, I had of course licked them at the same time, even sucking them a little that way. But it hadn't been easy, and I hadn't done it for as long as I know she would have liked. This then provided the potential for her to experience that...that, and a lot more if she were indeed open to it.

The thought of having two pairs of hands stroking my cock sent a river of shivers racing up and down my spine. I drove home, both excited, yet apprehensive again. I'd already played "doing the dinner for her card," doing so again wouldn't have the same result as it had the last time. Especially if I was going to actually divulge this to her. No...this time I needed to open the door for her in another way, see how she responded to that, what she thought...more importantly, how she reacted!

I called Mike.

Mike and I had been the best friends for years. His family was from Sweden, so he had the look. Tall, blonde haired, fair skinned, and in reasonably good shape, especially since he'd lost quite a bit of weight most recently. For a time, Marcy and I had even gone out with Mike and his wife Stacy every couple of weeks or so. Unfortunately, Stacy and Marcy never really got along. She had always been suspicious, jealous of our friendship with Mike, always accusing him later of having flirted too much, or spent too much time chatting with my wife. She was an attention hound, which should have been a suspecting clue about her own life outside their marriage. In time...Mike caught her fooling around. He was devastated of course, and eventually shrunk into himself having very little to do with anyone, including us. He had come out to the house a couple of times since then, seemed to be slowly getting back to his old self, which Marcy and I were both glad to see. The last time he'd been over, Marcy had off handedly mentioned that if we ever were serious about having a threesome at some point...Mike would be her preferred candidate.

I wasn't sure I was really ready to go there yet...especially with Mike, my own insecurities still just below the surface perhaps, especially with Marcy obviously having a bit of a crush on him. But I did wonder...and now was the perfect time to find out, could I handle some simple mutual masturbation, touching perhaps? I figured that at first, Marcy would indeed be surprised, shocked to some extent, but after her comment, and the few times I had seen her flirting and teasing him, I knew she would quickly warm up to it.

It was Mike who then balked at the idea, not that he wasn't interested, because he was. It's just that we'd been good close friends for a very, very long time. And he didn't want Marcy or I doing anything we might regret doing later, and thus fuck up our friendship.

"We won't," I assured him. "In the first place, we're going to keep this simple and easy. All anyone's going to do is touch, fondle...things like that. No intercourse will be involved. That will keep it from getting too weird or complicated for any of us. And...we'll go slowly, see how Marcy reacts to even the smallest thing, see where it goes from there. How's that sound?"

"Ok...I guess, just so long as we do take it slowly, and at the first hesitation by anyone...especially Marcy, we stop!"

I agreed with that too. It was a good idea. And I also knew the best way to slide into this as well. Something Mike and I hadn't done for quite some time, though we'd enjoyed doing so in the past on a few occasions. 




Visual Pleasures



"I don't know David, you sure? What if she's not too keen on the idea when she comes home and finds us...well, you know."

I laughed. "Don't worry Mike, it's not like we'll be sitting there jerking off the moment she walks in the door. We'll just have the movie on, watching it...just like we sometimes used to do. We'll let Marcy decide at that point if she's ok with it, or even into doing the same thing herself. It's the best way to start...see where it leads. I'll call her now, let her know you're coming over for the evening, that I've ordered some pizza, and let her start to wrap her mind around that. She like's you buddy...always has, but you know that. So let's just let some of that flirtatious teasing the two of you have shared, run its course here, and see where it leads to."

**

I had purposely chosen the particular DVD we'd put in for obvious reasons. The x-rated movie was all about several varieties and combinations of threesomes. Marcy and I had watched part of it before, and I knew she'd gotten quite aroused and excited when doing so. Having already gotten the pizza and beer to go along with it, Mike and I were sitting on the couch in the living room when Marcy got home. Obviously pleased and aware Mike was coming over, so she knew he'd be there, she was a little surprised when she walked in, removing her business suit coat as she did. She tossed it over the back of the chair, saw what we were intently watching, and sat down, picking up a piece of pizza.

"What's this?" She asked seemingly taking an interest, acting as though nothing was going on outside of the norm, though in some ways...it was. 

"One of our favorite movies," I responded quite unnecessarily, Marcy new damn good and well which one was playing. We'd seen it enough times already. But I also knew just by the look in her eyes as she turned towards me, winking...she was quite aroused by all this, and obviously curious as to what the two of us might have planned.

"Oh yeah...it's the one about threesomes isn't it?" She replied, finishing her pizza, sipping a bit of beer, and then standing up again. "Well, if we're going to be doing this...I'm sure as hell going to go upstairs and get out of these clothes and then into something a hell of a lot more comfortable!"

Mike looked at me, I looked back grinning at him. "Have another beer," I said clinking my glass against his. "I think the evenings about to get very interesting!"

A few minutes later Marcy returned wearing a lightweight throw over robe. It was one she very often wore in the evenings when she wanted to be "very" comfortable. Before...she'd not worn anything beneath it, and I hoped earnestly, she wasn't wearing anything now. Though she had it pulled close enough, tied up and secured, there was no real way of telling at the moment. I did have a pretty good idea she wasn't wearing a bra however, her breasts looked too full, too free when she came down taking her seat. When she leaned over taking another slice of pizza, that suspicion was confirmed. Her robe optioned partially, just enough to hint at the swell of her magnificent breasts.

"Oh yeah...I like this one," she said standing up and moved over, suddenly sitting down between us as though wanting to get a better seat. With her now sandwiched between us, I felt the electricity in the air suddenly increase. "This one always did get me hot," she announced.

And it did too. As it did me. I was already sitting there with a full-blown erection. And if I was...hopefully Mike was as well.

On screen, though she was a busty looking blonde, her tits looked very similar to the way Marcy's did, something we had actually commented on before. So I decided to use that.

"I like that gals tits," I stated. "They look a lot like yours do."

"I don't think so," Marcy challenged. "I think they're a little bigger than mine are, and her nipples are a lot larger and thicker too."

Mike glanced over looking at her as she spoke. 

"I think we need an unbiased opinion here," I stated. "Because I think they do...though you might be correct about her nipples, just a little. Though I also think yours stand out a bit more than hers do."

Marcy then glanced over at Mike, turning in her seat just a little, as she did...opening her robe revealing herself to him. "Well? What do you think?"

It was the first time Mike had ever seen Marcy's tits. His mouth was open, his eyes glued to her chest. And what he said was..."Holy shit! You've got gorgeous tits Marcy!"

Maybe it's because it had been a while since he'd even seen any...real live ones anyway, up close and personal like this. Regardless of that fact, Marcy laughed, easing the sudden tension just a little.

"Thank you...but do they?" she asked again actually holding them in her hands now. "Mine aren't quite as firm as hers seem to be," she then added still holding them up, and then letting them go again where they jiggled, and the rested against her ribcage.

"Go ahead Mike, feel one...see what you think. I think they're plenty firm and full."

He first looked at me, and then at Marcy, and then reached out, cupping her breast. Marcy sighed when he did that, even letting her head fall back a bit as I reached around cupping the other one in my hand, giving it a bit of a playful jiggle.

"They're...plenty firm," he slightly stammered, a bit embarrassed now and unsure, pulling his hand away. "But yeah...have to agree with David there on one count, they do look similar, though I also do like your nipples a lot better," he added siding with us both.

He quickly picked up his beer, sipping from it, and then held it down close to his lap. I knew then he was doing the best he could to hide his obvious erection. Thankfully Marcy picked up on that one too.

"That guy's dick," she began as we all sat watching the blonde as she now held each in her hands stroking them simultaneously, rubbing them against her breasts as she did so. "Looks a little like David's too," she added. "About the same size I think, though the other guy certainly has a really big one."

He did...that much was obvious, and I wondered where she was going with all this, now anxious to find out.

"I wouldn't mind doing that myself," she then stated. "Bet it would feel nice against my tits."

I knew Marcy was really horny. It was about the only time I ever heard her refer to her own breasts as "tits". She had obviously done so, hoping perhaps to get a rise out of the two of us...she already had one out of me. And I felt like all Mike needed was some additional coaxing, though sitting there with his beer still in his lap, hinted at his own obvious arousal.

"So...you'd enjoy having two cocks rubbing against your tits honey?" I asked.

Marcy grinned. "I would yes, I'd like to see what that feels like. How about it Mike? Willing to help out an old friend discover what that might actually feel and look like?" She asked him.

I wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away, nervous or not. I then stood, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants. Surprised at my own sudden boldness, though I have to say, I now think I owed it to Carol for part of that. In seconds I was standing there in front of my wife and my very best friend, my cock hard...even leaking a little.

"I'm game...if you are," I told them both.

To my surprise and pleasure, Mike stood, his eyes wide open, his mouth partially perhaps still a little stunned by all this. But in seconds, he stood, his pants down around his ankles.

Marcy reached out, grasping his cock, pulling him closer towards her as she did that. Seeing him hard for the first time myself, it was nice to see we were both similar in size and shape, so not much chance of penis envy on either one of our parts. And that made it easier for Marcy too, she didn't have to pretend choice or preference for either one, even if she did have one.

"Wow...two hard cocks, just for me!" She grinned now reaching out with her other hand, securing mine, which she now sat, and began rubbing against each one of her breasts. "How's that feel anyway? You like?" She asked.

"Oh fuck...I mean, yeah...damn, for sure!" Mike once again stammered almost apologetically.

"Well...I fucking like it too," Marcy said once again letting him know, letting us both know just how aroused now she really was. "Thank you baby," she now said winking at me. "I always have wanted to do this."

There was something else she once mentioned wanting to do, and I couldn't help wondering now as she sat rubbing our two cocks against herself, if she wouldn't mention it, try it. Sure enough...I should have known better, now given the opportunity. She had slowly moved us closer together, both pricks now on one breast, inching each of our heads slowly towards one another against her nipple. She then placed them together, or rather sandwiched around her stiff firm nipple as though kissing it with our cocks. It didn't bother me, and I was pleased to see that it didn't bother Mike much either as he stood there and groaned, a fat droplet of pearly juice suddenly oozing out of the tip, which Marcy now smeared against herself.

"You got one for me too baby?" She asked, now purposely squeezing my dick, which sure enough produced one, which she then smeared against her neglected breast. "Oh yeah...that's hot, way fucking hot!" She cooed delightedly.

"You're telling me!" Mike offered now looking down again, feeling my wife's hand as she slowly began stroking us both.

Admittedly I was beyond horny, whatever reservations or doubts I might have had, long since thrown out the window. Whatever she wanted, I now knew I could do.

So far, she had enjoyed one small minor little desire, an easy one. But I knew through our frequent, lusty pillow-talk there was an even bigger one.

"Go ahead baby...now's your chance, do it." I said seeing her eyes light up like a fireworks display. Once again, she placed our cocks even more closely together, a bit strange at first, as she pulled us both towards her. And then just like that, she opened her mouth and drew the two of us in as though we were one single cock. Once again Mike groaned deeply, though looking at me for some sort of sign perhaps. I gave him one...audibly.

"She does suck a mean cock!" I said simply. "And now I know...she can suck two of them that way!"

**

It was amazing how quickly things escalated, and then even more so from there. And the thing I learned about myself, watching Mike, him being there, and seeing Marcy how she acted around him. All I felt was turned on, aroused. There was no hint of jealousy, uncertainty, or even nervousness any more as that corner had been turned a long time ago with my wife sucking our dicks as though one.

But the one thing I didn't want, was for all this to end far too quickly either. Already I knew poor Mike was fighting it, sure enough a telltale sign it had been a while since he'd even touched, let alone seen another woman. I knew then, as Marcy did, that we'd need to get the first one out of the way pretty soon here. After that, we'd relax a bit, drink some more beer, while everyone recuperated, and see how it went after we did that. 

So in tune with one another, the mere look of our eyes going back and forth between us was like having an entire conversation without many words. 

"What I'd love to do, is come all over those gorgeous tits of yours," I suddenly announced as though trying to fight it holding back though just barely. "And then after doing that...doing for you whatever you'd like us to do, after we've recuperated a bit," I lustily suggested.

"Be careful what you're offering," Marcy responded. "Because I have all sorts of things in mind the two of you could do for me," she informed us both. Once again Mike looked at me for confirmation, this was after all, turning into a bit more than we'd actually discussed. 

"Whatever you want babe...tonight's your night!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," I said meaning it, which she now knew I did. She smiled, and then kissed me, and then turned kissing Mike as well, though he didn't allow the kiss to linger too long, still feeling a bit uncertain perhaps, though Marcy laughed at that.

"What? I have too much of David's cock juice on my mouth or something?" She asked him. We both nervously laughed over that, though once again settled into her sitting there in front of us on the couch once more, working and Jacking our cocks off against her.

"Gonna give me a nice squirt you two? All over my breasts?"

"I'll certainly try," I told her. "Might not be quite as much as usual though...already came once today."

"No surprise there," Marcy snickered. "What'd you do anyway? Where? At work again?"

Mike's eyes were wide again listening to this, a bit surprised perhaps at our candor.

"Yeah...out in the parking garage," I stated, just before coming home," I said without going into more detail at the moment anyway. Marcy laughed however. "What?"

"I was wondering if you'd ever get around to telling me about that. When I called to speak to Carol earlier about Friday, and when we briefly discussed possible activities outside in the hot tub later, I told her it might be fun to get an early start...surprise you. Obviously...she did."

"That...was your idea?" I said totally surprised.

"Yep! I told her you'd always had this naughty little kink about coming in a woman's panties, and thought it would be even better, if she just let you squirt into hers while wearing them...obviously, you did."

"Fuck!" Mike cried out, startling us both just a little, suddenly seeing him standing there squirting all over Marcy's breasts. He continued doing so, as Marcy immediately returned her attention back towards him, milking his prick until she'd managed to squeeze out every last drop that she could. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I couldn't help it, not after hearing that," he then added.

Marcy and I both burst out laughing. "Well, perhaps after you've had a chance to recover just a bit...you can do that to me if you'd like," she said suddenly standing. "Only one thing though...I'm not wearing any." And with that, she let her robe drop to the floor, standing there now in front of us, entirely naked.

"Remind me to thank Carol tomorrow," I told my wife, once again kissing her.

"Yeah, and me too," she whispered back. "Who knew that doing that...would bring me this?" She then laughed slyly, letting me know in that moment that I had probably outguessed myself.

"Well I'll be damned," I said as she knelt down in front of me, right there in front of Mike, and sword-swallowed my dick.

**

We soon moved things up to the bedroom where we could all get a lot more comfortable. For the next while then, Mike and I played tag-team with Marcy's cunt, giving her at least three, if not four, mind-blowing orgasms, orally.

I now knew...that at least with Mike, someone I was comfortable and trusted, that seeing Marcy pleasured so delightfully in this way, was something I could easily do again. And now wanted to. Just as she did, which we discussed sometime later after Mike had left.

Before he had done that however, we'd finished the night off with a bang...a really long and enjoyable one to say the least.

"You're sure about this," Mike asked me for like the sixth time already. Marcy had gone into clean up a bit, her tits were still covered in cum which had now begun to cake on them. 

"Very sure...don't worry about it," I assured him. "We're having fun...aren't you?"

"Hell yes...but like I said earlier, don't want any of this coming between us, maybe after you've thought about it...realized what we did, what happened here..."

"We'll want to do it again maybe?" Marcy said walking out of the bathroom, sashaying towards us, wiggling those night fat heavy boobs of hers at us as she did. "If you're curious as to what the answer is regarding that...it's yes. I certainly do," she grinned, and then glancing down at me, as I stood there with a nice hard stiff cock again, she answered for me. "And seeing David...I'm pretty sure he's good with it too," she confirmed as I stood nodding my head yes, agreeing with her.

"Well, now that that's settled," Marcy said almost magically producing a coin and then flipping it. "Heads? Or tails?"

"Heads!" I called not even knowing what she was doing this for yet.

"Heads it is baby," as we all peered down at the coin on the carpeting. "Which means...you fuck my mouth, while Mike fucks my pussy."

Marcy got her wish enjoying her first ever threesome. At one point, I actually sat back, content to simply watch as erotic as it was, which I now found it. Sitting there in one of the two high-backed chairs we had in our room, I sat...actually jerking off, enjoying myself, Marcy there on the bed, Mike behind her fucking her doggy style. I loved watching her tits swing, loved hearing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Mike pounded into her from behind. Loved hearing her crying out in pure unbridled pleasure over and over again as he did so.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Marcy came hard once again, causing Mike to soon after hit the mark as well, though he pulled out as he did so, at Marcy's request. Not that she didn't want him coming inside her, that wasn't a problem for us as Mike had had a vasectomy for one thing, but Marcy was on the pill too. No...it was mainly because she enjoyed feeling that, feeling a man's hot slippery cream spilling and landing all over her. She'd always enjoyed feeling that, loved it whenever I did, which is why he had at her request, pulled out.

Even though he and I had both climaxed already, Mike still managed to shoot one rope after another of his white hot sperm up over her ass, onto her back, some of it even landing in her hair, though she cried out excitedly when it did.

"Shoot it! Shoot it! That's it! Fucking come all over me!" She repeated over and over again. Even as Mike knelt there rubbing his cock over and around my wife's ass, milking out the last remnants of his cream, I stood walking over and placed my cock against her face. She smiled up at me, opened her mouth, as I unloaded my pleasure into her watching her swallow it as I did.

**

Though it was already late, after Mike left for home, Marcy and I sat up talking long into the night about everything that had happened, what I'd done with Carol, and to my surprise a few semi naughty things she'd done at her work too. I found she enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism herself, on occasion either wearing a bra that didn't quite fit well enough, just so she could lean forward this way or that...which then allowed one of her breasts to become a bit more exposed than it should have. She told me, she'd usually done that for...and to, the guy in the mailroom who came around twice a day. He was a sweet kid, all of nineteen, and never failed to turn beet red whenever he saw her, or stopped to chat with her. She noticed one day his eyes seemed to be glued to her chest, and then later after he'd left, taken a look at herself, realizing one button was missing in front. It had created a rather noticeable gap in her blouse, and wearing a rather sheer bra, her dark pink, almost red colored nipples had shown clearly through it. The thought of him seeing her like that had turned her on. Though she'd never said anything about it to anyone...including me, until now. After that, she'd gone on doing this from time to time, certainly not always, not wanting him to come to expect it, or even suspect she was doing it on purpose. Nor did she want anyone else in the company to know she was enjoying doing it either.

"So, you're not mad or angry with me?" She asked worried. "That...that I've been doing that?"

"Are you kidding? No! And especially now babe, I mean shit...look at what I've been doing lately. And though it's not like we're having an affair or anything, because we're obviously not, and I sure as hell haven't touched her...well, with my actual cum maybe, but nothing else. That is a bit more than you have done obviously. But after what Carol said to me that first time, that I had to tell you about it before anything else ever did happen, I knew then that I wanted to. And hoped you would too!"




Visual Pleasures



"And so...that was sort of what tonight was all about then too wasn't it?"

"In a way yes, I guess it was. But it was for me too. I wanted to see how I felt, what I'd think if another man...or woman," I grinned, "were to touch you in some way. After all, tomorrow night we'll be with Carol and Jacque, naked in their hot tub, so who knows what might happen when we do that? But I needed to know how I might feel, or even think before we did. And I also figured this might be a good way to find out how you'd feel too. Which reminds me...how do you feel about all of this anyway?"

"Well for one honey, I know more than anything just how much I love you, especially since you went out of the way to do all of this for me. Secondly, I'm glad you fessed up. I don't want there to be any secrets between us, not ever. Whatever we do, whatever we experience, I want to feel like we can both come home, talk about it, and share it with one another."

"So in other words...the next time you tease the mailroom guy you'll come home and tell me about it then?"

"You got it," she said. "And the next time you stand out in the garage at work and Jacque off all over Carol's tits or something, then you'll tell me too right?"

"You got it!" I agreed whole-heartedly.

"Well then, sounds to me like tomorrow night could be very interesting. A lot of it depends on how well we get along with Carols husband...Jacque is it?"

"Yes, Jacque," I confirmed.

"Well, and they with us too I'd imagine. But...I already am coming to like Carol in just the short time we've spoken here, and even more importantly, I'm glad she was firm with you in saying that none of this was to be behind my back either. That makes me trust her and Jacque a whole lot more just because she did. But...I also trust you even more honey," she told me. "Especially after what you did for me tonight. That was very special, very erotic, very hot."

"Yes it was," I agreed, surprised I was becoming aroused again after everything we'd done this evening. She looked down, saw that I was.

"Come here baby...come fuck your wife."

**

We had only met Jacque once at the previous years Christmas party, and then only briefly. I knew only that Carol had met him years ago while vacationing in France. It turned out to be one of those world-win romances, long distance for a time, though they eventually got married. In time, Jacque came over to the States with her, where they'd been living ever since. He spoke with an accent, which all the women of course found very endearing, even provocative and sexy, including my own wife. 

He was a tall man, and interestingly enough, was bald...though it was by choice and not through lack of having any hair that he preferred it that way. Well built, with hardly an ounce of fat on him whatsoever, I could see why the ladies tended to fawn over him at the Christmas party, somewhat surprised that Carol would even let him out of her sight.

I smiled remembering her brief comment to me as we shared a table together at the party. Several of the other female employee's seemingly had him cornered momentarily at the bar, talking to him.

"Looks like your husband might need rescuing," I had commented to her looking over as several women stood in front of him, hanging on to every word being spoken in that thick, sexy French accent he had. Carol had laughed glancing over towards him and then back at me.

"We have an agreement," she began, which looking back now, had far more significance than I realized. "We've always said...it doesn't matter where we go to work up an appetite, as long as we always come home to dinner."

Now after everything that had happened, I understood better just what she'd meant.

Both anxious and excited, Marcy and I pulled into their circular drive thirty minutes later. They had a lavish, yet modest sized home overlooking the ocean where it stood. Tall Palm trees dotted the landscape, especially off to one side which was the only real barrier separating their home from their closest neighbor.

"Wow...spectacular view!" Marcy commented stepping out as just then the front door opened, both Carol and Jacque stepping out to greet us, each giving us affectionate hugs, which surprised me a little as Jacque and I briefly embraced likewise shaking hands.

"Come in! Come in!" Carol said excitedly leading us through the extravagant looking foyer on further into the house. A spiral staircase off to one side leading up to the second and third levels of the home from the looks of it. "I'll take you for a short tour later if you'd like," she informed us, but Jacques got dinner on the barbeque just about done and waiting for us. Thought we'd have a quick drink before it's already out on the veranda."

I noticed as we followed, that both were wearing comfortable looking lightweight robes, and very little else by the looks of it. Confirmation coming when we seated ourselves down, and Carol proceeded to pour us both a glass of wine, leaning forward a bit. As she did, it was clearly seen as a portion of one breast nearly bared itself, that she had little if anything else on.

"Suddenly, I feel...overdressed," Marcy quipped joking with her having seen what I obviously had myself. Even Jacque turned from the barbeque just turning the Salmon he was fixing for dinner, commenting on that.

"And she had to convince me to wear even this much," he stated in that smooth, almost seductive sounding accent of his. "Most of the time...you'll find us au'naturale, as it were. Especially having as much privacy as we do up here."

"I can see that," I agreed once again taking in the surrounding grounds, the only open area actually facing the ocean, their hot tub perched on a nice wooden deck, that momentarily caused me concern looking at it as I wandered over. Although well supported, part of it seemed suspended out over the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean below.

"You like?" Carol said coming up from behind me as I stood there looking down over the cliffs.

"It's very beautiful...but don't you have concerns about it being parked out here like this?" I had to ask once again looking at the supports holding it up on one side, and the hundred foot drop off from there. 

"We've never really had any problems or concerns with it. Those braces aren't really wood...but reinforced cement that's been made to look like and match the deck. I can assure you, it's perfectly safe. But even should anything ever happen...while in it, it would be one hell of a way to go...yes?"

Now it was my turn to laugh because it certainly would be. 

"We've had parties with as many as eight to ten people inside it," she assured me. "And short of a devastating earthquake, or the end of the world," she added grinning. "It's not moved an inch since we put it up here."

I was still dubious, but the view was admittedly spectacular. Already the sun was beginning to grow close to the horizon, promising an equally fantastic view of a sunset only a short time away now.

"And wait until you see all the stars, and can listen to the ocean below us while we're out here," she smiled taking my arm heading back to where Marcy and Jacque now sat waiting for us to join them. "It's really quite romantic, and erotic," she further grinned, "as hopefully you two will see."

I could only agree with her, once again reminded of the possibilities of the evening, and the invite we'd been given. After the previous night with Mike, Marcy and I were now curiously interested to see what this night might bring. With the excellent dinner, wine...and scenery serving as an appetizer, I found myself more than looking forward to whatever might happen.

**

We finished dinner watching the sunset, spectacular just as we'd figured it would be. Jacque then brought out a hundred year old bottle of cognac to sip on, after which we cleared off and cleaned up the table prior to going out to sit in the tub. I was just coming back out, Carol now taking Marcy on a quick tour of the house, plus showing her where she could leave her clothing after doing that. I stood watching Jacque out on the point by the tub, checking the systems and perhaps adjusting the temperature. Conveniently, there was a coat-tree next to it, where I watched as he removed his robe hanging it up, now standing there entirely naked, looking out over the ocean, still sipping his drink. I walked over to join him, now wearing only a robe myself having already undressed. As I approached, I realized his hand was down between his legs, and he seemed to be touching himself. At first, I thought it was a simple ball-scratch or something as I wandered over standing off to one side. He glanced over, smiling, then back towards the ocean, his hand still firmly holding onto what I now realized, was a very hard dick. And even more importantly perhaps, a rather big one on top of all that.

"I love coming out here, jerking off first thing in the morning, watching the sunrise," he told me still manipulating his prick as though it was second nature to be doing so, even with guests here. And perhaps...it was. "As well as in the evening, if we're not entertaining, or have other plans," he then added. "Often wonder...just how much come I've managed to spurt off down into the rocks below us," he then grinned still working his cock which had now hardened even more fully than it was a moment ago. As awkward as it initially felt, I had trouble taking my eyes off it as big as it was, easily several inches bigger than my own, and just as thick, if not more so.

"If I had a view like this, I'd probably do it too," I agreed with him, surprised to find myself actually becoming aroused. Just then, voices behind us alerted us both that the girls were about to join us.

"I see you've discovered one of Jacques favorite past-times," she giggled saddling up beside us moments later. "Good thing for the palm trees behind us," she added. "Though I've always been suspicious, he does this just so that sexy blonde that lives up on the ridge behind us might still see him from her balcony."

I turned looking, not at all surprised to see a figure actually standing outside, wondering even at this distance if she...or he...could see much of anything however. It was too hard to make out who it might be, though Jacque likewise turned looking. "I have seen her using her telescope," he chuckled. It's off to one side of her, though she doesn't appear to be looking through it now. Perhaps later...when we're all inside the tub, perhaps she will then."

For some reason, the thought of someone actually watching us, spying on us while we sat out in the tub...doing whatever, later...felt quite erotic suddenly. As evidenced by my own rapidly stiffening cock, which Marcy surprised me by reaching over, and grasping on to. Though as she did, I noticed too, her eyes were now glued onto Jacques obvious magnificent specimen.

Carol removed her robe, hanging it on the tree, now naked, inviting everyone to join her as she stepped down into the hot luxurious tub.

"I think, Mrs. Davenport, Brenda Davenport, has a thing for women as much as she does for men," Carol explained. "I've often found her looking down at me when I've sat outside laying out in the nude during the day getting some sun. I've even gone so far as to pleasure myself, knowing full-well she was watching, which admittedly makes it even hotter for me when I do."

Once again...I could see that, it certainly would for me as well. Marcy likewise then removed her robe as Jacque eyed her appreciatively as she and I then climbed up and into the tub. I glanced back over my shoulder, and sure enough the figure had walked over to the corner of her balcony, and appeared to be leaning over.

"I think she's watching us now," I stated as Jacque and I now stepped in joining the girls.

"Then let's not disappoint her shall we?" He stated with a huge grin on his face, taking a corner seat sitting up and off to one side at an angle, without actually getting into the tub. Almost as though on cue, Carol slid over towards her husband, taking his hard stiff cock in hand.

"He's such an exhibitionist," she laughed now leaning over, opening her mouth and slowly drawing him in.

Marcy and I sat in curious surprise as we watched this. Not unsuspecting that we eventually would be perhaps, just not so damn soon. But it appeared to be the audience we now had that had triggered a seemingly early start to the nights adventures, which had prompted it. And Marcy it seemed, was getting into the mood now as well as I felt her hand once again seeking me out.

"You should sit up in the other corner, give our voyeuristic friend something else to watch," Jacque suggested, though I think he was stating his own personal desires to watch Marcy sucking me, every bit as much as their neighbor was. I sat up, repositioning myself, and though my cock wasn't perhaps quite as big as Jacques obviously was, it was equally as hard as Marcy now sat up and began tonguing it. "Ah yes..." He moaned pleasurably watching her do that, as Carol continued lapping away at his own stiff prick. "Nothing better than a bit of carnal fellatio out beneath the stars now is there?"

"Or anywhere," I concurred enjoying the wicked attention my wife was now giving my cock. Though I didn't state it, I found myself agreeing with the additional element of excitement and arousal, being watched by the silhouette of what I now realized was a woman as she continued to lean over her telescope peeking down at us. I felt an additional thrill of unanticipated, unexpected excitement as my wife teased me with her mouth. It definitely seemed to add to the stimulation I was feeling, the neighbor looking down, and even Jacque too as he stared over towards us almost hungrily.

"I think it might be even more exciting for our naughty audience up there, if Carol were to join your wife perhaps...no?"

Carol removed her mouth from around Jacques cock looking towards us. Marcy looked over towards her, grinned and likewise nodded her head in agreement. 

"He may not be 'quite' as big as your husband is, but I think there is more than enough room for the two of us in sharing it together," Marcy quipped.

Carol moved over placing her hand just above Marcy's around my shaft. "More than enough for both," she giggled licking the head just as Marcy began doing again too. I moaned audibly, tossing my head back, one eye on Jacque as I did so, who looked lustfully towards the three of us, now more firmly stroking his cock up and down. I couldn't help wondering if he didn't actually prefer doing that, masturbating himself...watching as it evidentially appeared to me like he did. His look was focused, his hand constant now, even his mouth was open in a pleasured joy as he pumped his prick looking on with rapturous enjoyment. As hot as it had been for me watching Mike with Marcy, I stepped outside myself, trying to see through his eyes as he watched his wife and mine, licking and sucking my hot turgid shaft.

"I wonder what your neighbor thinks of this," I questioned barely able to form words now curiously looking up, but to my surprise and disappointment, the woman seemed to have disappeared.

Seeing my look, Jacque too turned looking up, a small smile spreading across his face. "Well, one of two things..." he began. "Either she's had enough and has gone inside to take care of herself...or, the phone..."

Just then Jacques cell phone began ringing. I looked towards him, Carol laughed loudly.

"What a surprise," she commented and then went back to licking me with the phone continuing to ring.

"That would be the neighbor," Jacque said picking it up, though not yet answering. "Once in a while, though not often, she has asked if she might be allowed to come join us...and watch."

"I don't know," Marcy then spoke voicing some concern.

"If you prefer not, I will so tell her," Jacque said looking as though to finally answer. "But...I can promise this, not once has she ever actually participated, beyond pleasuring herself while she has watched. And that...in seeing her doing so, can add to and heighten everyone's experience. But...again, if you'd rather not, we understand." 

Marcy thought for a moment. "Well...ok, in that case," she said surprising me a little as I'd honestly not expected her to say that. Jacque grinned, and then answered.

"You may come if you'd like," he said simply almost immediately hanging up. He hadn't even bothered asking who it was for sure, though he obviously knew it was her. A short time later we heard the side gate to their yard as it opened and closed. Both Marcy as well as Carol sitting up now as I slid back down into the water. Jacque however remained sitting where he was, still slow stroking his cock, not even bothering to pretend he wasn't as she came over.

"Thank you for allowing...and inviting me over," she began just before Jacque made formal introductions. "But watching you through the scope no longer became good enough," she said smiling wickedly. "So I was hoping he and Carol would allow me to...come," she grinned even more broadly emphasizing the word, giving it additional meaning.

Brenda Davenport was a petite little blonde, just barely over five feet perhaps, small breasted, though her breasts still appeared full and perky against her chest. Each capped with light pink nipples, likewise small, though exceptionally hard. To my surprise, she still had a tuft of closely cropped likewise blonde pubic hair, that proved the fact she was a true blonde, and not one out of the bottle.

Jacque poured her a glass of Chardonnay, likewise pouring the rest of us one as we sat back getting to know one another a bit better first before continuing on with anything.

"I am sure Jacque has already told you, I do not physically participate with anyone, beyond myself," she explained. "If I were to do that...I'd go against my own agreements with my husband. Doing this however...is totally acceptable, as long as I just watch, or enjoy myself with no other contact."

I thought that a curious thing, but relaxed once again sitting up and out of the tub, just as Jacque continued to sit, likewise now giving our new friend a better, closer, more revealing look at my hard cock.

"Hmm," Jacque suddenly moaned standing up, squeezing his prick tightly as he did so. "I have a gift for you Mon' Cherie," he said speaking to Carol. 

The way Carol suddenly moved, sliding over towards him, flipping over onto her back, her head now facing up between his legs, told us in a millisecond, this was something they were both used to doing...and apparently often too.

We all watched from our own vantage point as a big fat droplet of pearly precum oozed from the tip of his dick. He continued to milk it, even more now appearing as it slowly slid off the head, and then began to stretch out in a long thin string of almost clear, yet thick sticky fluid. The string held, slowly stretching, drooling off and away from his cock, reaching down directly towards Carols open mouth where she half floated there waiting for it.

"I love watching him when he does that," Brenda moaned her hand just then traveling down between her legs as she openly began frigging herself. Her comment confirming the fact that they obviously did this quite often.

Almost transfixed, mesmerized, the slowly stretching cum-drool once again gathered weight at the end, swinging just a bit, obviously about to separate. It then did, falling the last few delicate inches directly into Carol's open waiting mouth. With a collective sigh, the rest of us then laughed quietly, having enjoyed the moment. It was an amazing thing...something so simple, yet so erotically performed just as they had done.

"And now...if I may be so permitted," Jacque said. "I would love dearly to offer up the first course upon and against your wife's magnificent breasts," he asked.




Visual Pleasures



Without turning, or asking, or seeking some sort of approval for me, Marcy pulled herself out of the tub sitting on the edge, spreading her legs invitingly. 

"If I also may?" Carol asked climbing out, coming around from behind her, and then seating herself with her legs to either side of my wife's. As she did this, she reached around cupping Marcy's full breasts in her hands. Jacque moved in closer, placing his prick perfectly and squarely between them. I sat off to one side, Brenda now taking Jacques place sitting on the other side as the two of us watched. Carol now began masturbating her husband's prick with my wife's breasts, working them up and down, even side to side a bit, thrilling and adding to the pleasure of his prick as Carol jerked him off with my wife's tits. I found myself standing there, hand on cock, working it as they did that. Across from me, Brenda too found her own pleasure, quite openly and obviously fingering her cunt, one hand tweaking an extended nipple as the two of us looked on.

It was fucking hot. Especially when Marcy quite uninhibitedly reached down between her own legs now, and began toying with her clit as they did that.

"Oh...oh, oh so very soon!" Jacque proclaimed his voice now taking on a deeper throaty edge to it, his eyes shutting for a moment, head tossed back. I watched his balls actually tighten, knowing full well as they did he was hovering on the edge of release here, expecting it any moment now. I wasn't long in being disappointed either as he suddenly cried out speaking in French as his pleasure erupted.

"So sucr'e! So Passionn'e! So...sensationnel!" He cried out loudly, his words filling the air.

As he did so, huge ropes of semen burst forth from the tip of his cock, most of which Carol captured and caught between my wife's breasts, though the initial onslaught had literally splashed against her chin and neck, one slice of creamy pearl juice splitting the side of my wife's cheek before Carol had gotten his wildly pulsating, squirting prick back under control once again.

"Oui! Oui!" He again spoke in French, though his next words were clearly plain with little accent behind them as he continued to exclaim his ecstasy. "Fuck, to come, to spurt...to feel such intensity, and such delight between such magnificent trophies such as these," he said now reaching out, clasping his own hands around my wife's come-covered tits, and began massaging into them his spent cream, just as Carol continued to do, helping him.

"Next? Carol asked looking at me. "Would you likewise enjoy a nice titty-fuck?" She asked me.

How could I say no? So I didn't. Carol then produced a hot towel out of a nearby container, using it to wipe off the remaining liquid from Marcy's breasts with, and thus cleaning her up. They quickly exchanged places now, with Marcy sitting behind her. I would ALMOST have been content with seeing my wife doing that, just holding Carol's breasts, playing with them, which she certainly did for a moment. I soon however stepped forward, placing my own shaft between Carol's tits just as Jacque had done with Marcy's.

Jacque now reclaimed my vacated seat, and though his cock had certainly lost some of its rigidity, he continued to fondle it, working it again. Brenda had managed to find the perfect jet there in the tub, placing herself over it now, allowing it to tease and tickle her pussy as she looked on, moaning softly as she did.

I now felt the magic of my wife's hands encircling Carol's breasts, teasing them up and down my shaft, watching the tip of my cock appear, and then disappear once again as she slowly moved them up and down, periodically squeezing them even tighter together around me.

"I am so juicy wet," she revealed unnecessarily as Marcy took cue from that, reaching behind her just enough to feel, and thus finger her new friend as she sat there jacking me off.

"Feel good baby?" Marcy asked hotly, knowing damn well that it did, but wanting me to say it, to speak the words for her, which I knew she loved hearing whenever she became this aroused herself.

"Fuck yes," I exclaimed. "I love fucking her soft firm titties," I proclaimed, moaning deeply as I continued doing so. 

"Gonna cum for us too?" She asked? "Gonna squirt all over these nice firm tits of hers for me?" She pressed.

"Yes, yes...and Oui!" I said though making it sound more like a "we" word of wowed expression as though on a thrill ride. Which in a way...I was. And then simply..."Fuck!" As I felt the first intense explosion of climax escape the tip of my cock.

He might indeed have a much bigger prick, but I far surpassed even his own copious spending when it came to that part. Even Marcy was a bit surprised, though I came like that often. This one however, had to be near the top of the list when it came to the number of ejaculations my cock kept spurting, over and over again one right after the other, drenching both of her breasts, and a goodly portion of her neck, face and shoulders, as Marcy kept pumping me off against her.

"Fantastic'!" Jacque bellowed in enthusiastic delight his cock once again hard, stiff and straight already. "That was a magnifique, display my friend!" He bellowed out enthusiastically. "Such as one I have never seen before," he then added sounding a little in awe of my white sticky eruption, which even then was clinging to his wife's body, streamers of jisim matching and far surpassing his own little cum-drool drip a while ago.

I smiled inwardly, proud of my own manly showing.

After we had gone through the ritual of cleaning off Carol's wet sticky breasts with the warm clean towel, I too sat back into the tub, sipping my wine, recovering, still grinning. 

"I think it's now our turn!" Carol announced moments later. Helping to lay Marcy down on her back on the surrounding deck boards, she then positioned herself above her in what was a traditional, yet still very erotic, sexy looking...'69'. 

While the girls began lapping away at one another, exploring their respective pussies and clits, Brenda once again made use of one of the jets, positioning herself over it, and thus water-fucking herself as she again looked on. I could see by the pained expression on her face just how badly she would have enjoyed physically getting involved with the other two girls. Actually admiring her courage in refraining from doing so. Content at least then for the moment, to allow the jets at least, to pleasure her pussy, tickling and caressing it when nothing else could. It was interesting to watch, as Jacque and I both did. One eye on the girls as they giggled, probed and playfully sucked, licked and finger-fucked one another. Brenda squirming, humping and fucking herself against the jets in the tub.

It wasn't long before I too was again hard, almost casually stroking my dick just as Jacque was, though I don't think he ever once stopped doing so, even when it was mostly flaccid.

"I love licking pussy!" Carol announced with her mouth still full of my wife's quim, making it hard to fully understand what she'd said, speaking as though with a lisp, her tongue deeply buried in my wife's furrow.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouthful," Marcy answered back, though her mouth too remained glued to Carol's luscious cunt.

Hearing their talk perhaps, listening to the obscene sounds each one was now making as they slurped one another closer and closer to a liquidly explosive climax, Brenda let out a shriek both hands squeezing her breasts almost painfully so, her eyes seemingly glued shut, her body rigid for a moment as her orgasm claimed her soul. Moments later she collapsed, and then climbed out of the tub, thanking us all for allowing her this minor enjoyment and participation, she headed off home once again, but not before staying just long enough to watch Marcy and Carol get one another off. With a wishful sigh perhaps, she then departed and soon disappeared.

"Almost feel sorry for her. Almost," Jacque said after she had left. "But according to her prenuptial agreement with that prick of a husband of hers, if he catches her doing anything at all...with anyone, she's out of any inheritance, or any part of his vast fortune at all. She knows that he screws almost every woman in sight that will have him too, and because of that...she remains basically celibate, not even having sex with him, refusing to do so because of his own philandering. But...he tends to drink to excess, parties constantly, so she's in hopes that in time he will drive himself into an early grave, and thus free her from the sexual torture he's been putting her through. It's mostly because of that, that we on occasion allow her to indulge herself such as she did here tonight."

"Then I don't blame you," I told them both. "I know I couldn't live that way myself...and for sure now!" I said winking at my wife as she continue to lay there happily still fondling Carol's more than satisfied pussy. 

"Well, shall we go back inside where we can get even more comfortable, and more shall we say...experimentive?" Jacque asked.

Drying off we soon after headed back inside the house, Marcy taking Jacques arm, Carol taking mine.

"Before we do anything," Carol near whispered as we walked back across the lawn. "If at any time either I or Jacque suggests something that either one of you aren't interested in doing...or even seeing for that matter, please say so before something gets started. We would much rather you do that, than begin something that you suddenly decide isn't something you're perhaps open-minded enough to consider."

I wasn't sure what she was getting at with her comment. So far, there'd been nothing that I felt was untoward, or too uncomfortable for me to handle. I'd found myself liking Jacque a lot more than I'd anticipated, though he did seem to have a quirky sense of his own cock. Even so, the night so far had been far more exciting than I could have ever imagined, and I was even now looking forward to a continuation of it as we headed inside.

"I'll be the first to let you know," I assured her, to which she simply raised her eyebrows a little.

"We'll see," she smiled coyly, and then led me up the spiral staircase leading upstairs to their overly spacious bedroom.

**

Though we had been taken on a brief tour of the house, we hadn't as yet been shown around the third floor, and with good reason. They had left this as part of their surprise. The second floor was actually where their bedrooms where, his...and hers. Each having large spaciously decorated yet separate sleeping areas, along with enormous walk in closets. I had again found that odd, though Carol had told us both it was the best thing they had ever done. Especially as Jacque snored loudly, and she being a very light sleeper. The third floor then was for sex...specifically designed for the entertainment of that. Reaching the top of the spiral staircase, we immediately saw why. There was indeed a single bed, but it was enormous, specially made, twice the size perhaps of the largest bed I'd ever seen with more than enough room for several couples at a time to lay side by side within it. In addition, a full second bar sat off to one side, a balcony with yet another deck, several deck chairs and tables. But it was the ceiling itself that blew us both away. Jacque then showed us, revealing that he could with the simple press of a button, open the half-ceiling skylight thus allowing the sky itself to come into the room. The sounds of the ocean below immediately heard along with the salty aroma of the sea air now greeting us.

"And of course, it can be closed during inclement weather, or if it is simply too cold out at night."

"Please...leave it open," Marcy asked enjoying the twinkle of stars far above us. "This...is simply breath-taking," she said still taking it all in.

"As are the two of you," Jacque announced enjoying the sight of the two girls standing together.

I had to admit, he was right about that, and I now found myself in hopeful expectation of seeing the two of them once again pleasuring one another in one form or another.

Fixing us all a fresh drink as we stood outside on the deck, now looking down on the grounds and back out to where the tub was, Carol walked out holding what appeared like a small fish bowl in her hand.

"Draw a number," she told us both. I was about to ask her why, but she answered my unasked question. "You'll see why," she said as Marcy reached in drawing a slip of paper, and then I did. "Go ahead, you can look, and then I'll explain."

I looked at mine, it was number one. Marcy's was number four. Jacque drew, and his was number two, leaving Carol with number three.

"Ok, I give, what's the deal here?" I now asked.

"Well, here's the thing," Carol began. "We've found that with anyone we've ever invited up here, and decided to allow ourselves to do a bit more than we normally do...one of the fun things we've discovered is this. Everyone...and I mean everyone, has some sort of wild, unbridled do I really ever dare do this...kind of a fantasy. So...having said that, we've actually made a game out of doing that. So, if everyone's in agreement, you two take a moment or two while we sit and enjoy our drinks. Think about the wildest, most provocative, most decadent fantasy you've ever entertained, or wanted to do...or see. Then, when it's your turn, we do it...whatever it is. Provided of course as I said, everyone's in agreement with it before hand. I will say this...if and once we begin, it's not fair to someone else to participate in someone else's fantasy, and do their level best to ensure it happens, only to have their own shot down later on. Because of that, we ask going in...will everyone promise to fulfill to the best of their abilities, the desires and wishes of everyone else? Once we all do...then we'll begin. And since you drew the first number, we'll start with you David," Carol told me. By the look on my wife's face, I could already see she was thinking about it, and thus assured that she was certainly willing to participate, I sat back in my chair and began contemplating a number of my own secret devilish little fantasies. Almost immediately of course one came to mind, though it was pretty simple enough, and though perhaps not elaborate, or even as decadent as some, it was mine...and something I had always wanted to see my wife do.

Even she knew what that was before I was asked to reveal it.

"I know what you're going to ask," she chuckled sipping her drink.

"Oh? Well...maybe you don't," I answered her back.

"Fat chance," she retorted. "Because now IS your chance, and I'm damn well willing to bet you're not about to pass this opportunity up either," she stated almost accusingly.

She had me there. She was right, I wasn't about to. Even if it was simple in a way, or not as decadent as some, it was after all, my fantasy.

"Just remember," she said. "Once we begin..."

"Yeah, I know," I assured her. Though I couldn't imagine anything I wasn't interested in seeing or doing. Boy was I in for a big surprise.

**

"So? Have you had a chance to think about it?" Carol asked me. "Have anything in mind?"

"I do yes...but I was wondering, if you happened to have very many sex toys available?" She burst out laughing at that.

"See that cabinet over there with all the drawers in it?" She said pointing. "It doesn't hold clothing honey...so go help yourself."

I walked over, opening it, pulling out the first drawer. My mouth agape as I did. I'd never seen such an extensive collection of sex toys and devices in all my life outside of a sex-shop perhaps. And even then, I wondered if one of those had one of everything, the way her cabinet did as I began rummaging through and exploring it. I soon came upon what I'd been hoping to discover, thus pulling it out.

A rather impressive, wicked looking double dildo.

"Told you," Marcy said high fiving Carol as the two of them looked at me. "I'd have bet a million dollars on that."

"God I hate being a foregone conclusion," I turned bringing back the toy with me.

My wife laughed, "No dear...you're just so transparent is all," she said teasingly. "But after hearing Carol tell us about doing this, I found myself actually looking forward to doing it...especially for you, especially because I know just how much you'd love seeing me do this. And so...just for you, I will. And well yes...because I'm actually looking forward to it myself, admittedly."

"So that is your number one, big fantasy then, seeing your wife and I fuck one another with this dildo right?"

"Well yeah, but then having the two of you sucking our dicks while you do. Think you can handle that?" I wondered.

"We'll do more than just handle it," Carol promised. "We'll do it, won't we dear?" She turned looking at Jacque. He was already fisting his prick again, once again nice and hard with eager expectation of her own soon to be revealed fantasy.

"Just let us know when you're all ready for us," he told the girls. And then we stood there, watching the two of them as they climbed into the bed together, and began to amuse and stimulate themselves with the toy for a bit first. Even watching that, was pleasurable in and of itself.

I was drooling. Looking at the bed as Carol and Marcy inserted the double dildo, now sharing it. I watched them as they both gobbled half of it up respectively, now bumping ass to ass against one another.

"This what you wanted to see baby?" Marcy asked as she slowly began gyrating her ass against Carols, Carol likewise doing the same thing back to her, each...fucking one another slowly, sensually as Jacque and I looked on.

"Oh fuck yes!" I groaned in response, my hand sliding up and down over my almost painful erection. Jacque too was doing the same, though I'd already come to the conclusion that his hand never was very far away from his dick at any time.

"So, you ready for us to suck you both now?" Carol asked grinning at me. In answer, I stepped towards her just as Jacque did stepping towards Marcy, each of us now crawling up into the enormous bed, kneeling as the girls playfully drew our cocks into their mouths and began sucking them, still fucking one another on the shared toy.

Twenty minutes later I was too close to blowing my load in Carol's sweet sucking mouth. Having already come once, I was fearful that a too soon second orgasm would finish me. And as early as we were into all this, that was the last thing I wanted to do...was "peter out."

"Hey! Where are you going?" Carol complained as I literally forced myself away from her.

"Too close! Too fucking close!" I panted breathlessly. "Time...time to just...watch," I stated putting further distance between us rolling onto my side, now glancing directly where they met, their cunts connected, fucking. Jacque too disengaged from my wife, following my lead perhaps though I didn't think he was as close to orgasm as I'd been. But the sight, and now sounds of our two lovely ladies as they picked up the pace was worth witnessing.

"God that looks hot!" I exclaimed enjoying the sounds of their flesh now slapping against one another in an ever increasing tempo of lustful delight. Marcy's face, her expression becoming almost glazed, hinting just as it always did at the seconds before she climaxed.

"Gonna come baby?" I urged? "Gonna let Carol fuck your sweet pussy to a nice hard, long come?"

Our naughty, dirty pillow talk as we called it, never failed to send her over the edge when she was close. And it didn't fail to do so now either. Her face screwed up in a delightful grimace, and then she simply let go. She almost fell over, her breasts now pressed inwards towards the bed, Carol slamming forcefully back into her, Marcy's cry of sudden delight filling the room as she came.

We all lay mutually enjoying the moment of ecstasy, Marcy's ecstasy, as though it were our own for several long moments.




Visual Pleasures



"Well...who's next?" She sighed pleasurably finally coming around. "That was damn fucking fun!" She added grinning from ear to ear.

**

Now it was Jacques turn.

Jacque soon filled everyone in on what he wanted to do, letting everyone know as he did what he'd like to see, and how we'd make this actually work.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as he finished, and as Carol began making preparations, heading back over to their massive toy-cabinet. Just listening to him describe what it was he wanted to experience and how, had me wondering if we weren't a little in over heads here, though Marcy's eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree upon hearing it.

"I can hardly wait to see that!" She chuckled as Carol came back, now wearing what was obviously a strap on, with a thin narrow looking device, not quite prick-like, but nevertheless, interesting as it stood out in front of her like a small sword.

Marcy positioned herself towards one side of the bed kneeling down on all fours, one of her favorite positions anyway. Jacque then moved up behind her rubbing her pussy with his prick until she was nice and slick again, and then slowly eased that monster of a cock into her. It took a moment, but no one was in any rush as he held still behind her, letting her adjust to his girth and length.

"Ok, ready whenever you are babe!" He said looking back over his shoulder towards his wife. Carol had already coated her thin prick-like contraption with a goodly amount of lube, and then applied even more of it to his ass as I stood looking on waiting to complete this bizarre weird fuck-chain we'd be performing. Carol slowly eased her own phallus into Jacque's ass, taking her time until she too was hilted fully into him, he...fully impaling my wife.

"Now...your turn," Carol said looking back over her shoulder towards me winking as she did.

It took a few moments to position myself, making a few minor adjustments, but finally I had managed to likewise fill Carol's cunt with my cock, the four of us now connected together.

"Ok, now...how do we do this without working against one another?" I openly asked.

"It's like rowing a boat," Jacque answered. "We all move together as one at the same time in the same direction. 

"Rowing a boat?" Marcy laughed. "You mean like...'fuck, fuck, fuck the cunt...working up some cream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...this's no fucking dream! Fuck, fuck, fuck the cunt..."

I couldn't help it, nor could anyone else, we were all laughing, but even as we did, as Marcy's wicked dirty song left off, we began moving in perfect unison, pushing in...pulling out, slowly increasing the speed and tempo as we began this chain-fuck that proved to be unbelievable.

**

To my surprise, fucking as one, we basically came as one too. This time no power on earth could have kept me from doing so. Multi orgasmic, just as she'd always been, Marcy was the first to reach yet another mind-blowing orgasm, unbeknownst to me at the time, we were all only seconds away from doing so ourselves. The intensity of her release acting like an electric conduit, triggering each one of us one after the other almost simultaneously. Hearing her deep-throated groan, and then the succulent wet release of her spending, Jacque likewise groaned out his own liquid pleasure, splashing his pent up semen into her wet slick sucking cunt.

"Yes baby! Yes!" Carol cried out now as well, thrusting in and out of her husband's ass, suddenly clenching down on my shaft with a vice-like grip, her orgasm seizing her entirely. And this of course...triggered mine. Feeling Carol's tight hot pussy suddenly spasm, clench, spasm again...found me spurting deeply inside her, one hard felt ejaculation after another ripping into her heated pussy as I now slammed into her from behind with every ounce of strength that I had.

We collapsed in a contented heap, everyone rolling off and away from one another in differing directions.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed trying to gather myself, and then the soft, almost whispered words from my wife once again being heard as she sang.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck the cunt shooting out the cream..."

**

After that one we all needed a breather. Two down...and still two to go, though I was already wondering if I'd even be capable of getting it up again. I could only shake my head looking at Jacque as he rolled out of bed, still flailing away at his now very limp prick as we walked over towards the bar.

"Drinks everyone?" He asked grateful to see him washing his hands, and then setting out fresh clean glasses as he fixed mixed drinks to everyone's specifications. While he did that, and as Carol went about cleaning up the toys we'd used, Marcy and I walked out onto the balcony. There was a nice refreshing breeze coming up from the ocean, the moon almost full, hovering over the water like a watchful eye as we stood there gazing towards it.

"Having fun?" She asked.

"Yes...you?"

"Very much so," she replied with a contented sigh. "No regrets or anything so far?"

"No...you?"

"No. Though I have to admit, we've probably done a bit more than I was originally thinking we might."

"You can say that again," I responded already thinking back on everything that had happened since we'd got here this evening.

"We might not do anything like this again," she thought aloud. "But since we've started this...at least for tonight, we're committed here right?"

"Under the circumstances, I'd say so yes. Only fair I suppose."

"Glad to hear you say that sweetie...speaking of fantasies and all that. Carol and I go next you know," she reminded me. "So at least keep that part in mind for me, might be something we only do this once, never again...maybe, maybe not. Guess we'll see."

"Perhaps," I said agreeing with her, though now...after what we'd done, experienced, I was actually sort of hoping we'd do all this again sometime. And especially now as we'd seemingly bonded fairly closely with our two new friends. Jacque came out carrying our drinks to us, handing them off as Carol soon after joined. The four of us now standing together side-by-side overlooking the ocean beyond, sipping our drinks enjoying the quiet moment together each one of us lost in thought perhaps.

And Jacque of course fondling his dick again as we did that.

**

"Well...guess it's my turn now," Carol announced. "So whenever you two think you can be ready again," she smiled hopefully. We finished our drinks, walking back inside where we all climbed onto the bed again, waiting for directions and instructions as she laid out her desire. Before doing that, she reached over to the small stand next to the bed, retrieved something from the drawer, and then moved over back beside me. I looked down as she began rolling what was obviously a condom over my cock. I looked up the question on my face.

"And what's this for?" I actually asked.

"For your protection and mine. You're about to fuck me in the ass," she stated simply.

**

Carol's fantasy of course was a bit more elaborate than that, soon after explaining to us just what she wanted, and how she wanted it. Basically, a DP, something I had myself never experienced or done before. As for her part, Marcy was to entertain herself, however she wished as the three of us did that, this was after all...Carol's turn. Though Marcy was just as enthusiastic, witnessing, watching, and then participating as she saw fit while we got ourselves into position.

Jacque now took his position on the bed, laying down on his back as Carol straddled him first, easing herself down over his once again rigid and waiting prick. And then it was my turn. 

As well lubed as she was, it still seemed like an impossibility as I pressed the head of my dick against the opening of her ass...to no avail.

"Keep going babe," she assured me. "You're big yes...but not THAT big, no worries...I can take it," she said urging me on. I pressed a bit harder, felt the tip just enter and then held still. "No!" She admonished me, "You're almost there! Keep going...keep pressing, put it in!"

With what felt like a pop, even a sucking sound, I suddenly felt the head slide inwards, her cute little asshole suddenly gobbling me up like a hungry mouth. I slid further, and then further, finally bottoming out as I felt my balls slap against the flesh of her firm tight ass.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" She moaned deeply. And it did, surprising me to some extent. Especially as I could feel Jacque's mammoth prick resting against my own, sitting side by side one another there inside her. Only the thinnest membranes of flesh separating the two of us, keeping us a part.

And then I felt Jacque slowly ease out of her, just as smoothly then thrusting back in, the sensation of his cock rubbing against mine teasing it, teasing her as he did so.

"Oh fuck yes...yes, that's it, now...you fuck me too David, nice and easy...in and out, in...and out."

I began doing just that, finding my rhythm, matching that of Jacques as he continued to plow in and out of his wife's pussy. Marcy meanwhile had stood watching all this, doing something I had often wished she'd do more of for me, standing there unabashedly fingering herself. Just watching her do that while I eased in and out of Carol's tight little ass was more erotic and sensual than I could have ever imagined. No longer content to just stand and do that however, she finally climbed up onto the bed, situated herself over Jacque's face, and lowered herself down. Now I was treated to the two girls as they kissed, and then fondled one another's breasts playfully. Jacque now treated to my wife's juicy cunt as he devoured with his mouth, Carol now forcefully fucking his prick while I in turn knelt fucking her ass in an ever increasing staccato of runaway pleasure.

"Come in my ass David!" Carol called out to me. "I want to feel you squirt your nasty spunk inside my ass...please!" She begged again. "Fill me up, squirt inside me, let me feel it running out of my ass, my cunt...down my legs," she almost deliriously moaned now, her head tossed back and forth, side to side as Marcy began pulling on her breasts, pinching her nipples almost painfully. "Yes...yes! Fuck yes! Pinch them pull them...fucking twist them off, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!" She cried out in sheer climax now, her body giving way to the intensity of her pleasure.

And I almost laughed as Marcy damn near drowned poor Jacque in her own gushing eruption of climatic bliss. 

As for myself, I had no idea how I even managed it, but I did. Joining Carol in the throes of her orgasm, I felt my balls clench, tighten, and then empty themselves deep inside her bowels, just as Jacque began doing below her, he too thrusting in and out of her wildly now, which I felt, and which oddly enough helped to further stimulate, and thus trigger my third amazing orgasm of the night.

It was indeed time for another break. We'd now managed three very intense moments together, with one more yet to go. And though I was tired, and fearful for sure now of being finished for the night, I was still yet determined to do whatever I had to, whatever was necessary to ensure that my own wife's fantasy and pleasure were met.

**

For the first time I actually thought Jacque had finally tapped out. Rolling out of bed once again fixing us fresh drinks, I noticed his prick had actually shrunk down to what appeared an almost normal looking flaccid size, as had my own. At least then, we looked fairly close in size, dicks waggling limply as we walked back out onto the deck. The girls headed off downstairs to the kitchen to fix up a few snacks, help us re-gather our strength once again before even making the attempt to satisfy whatever twisted fantasy my wife might have. I chuckled wondering...knowing her, knowing that she had a few "pillow-talk" fantasies we'd discussed, one being very similar to what we'd just done with Carol. I quickly discounted that however, figuring she'd want to do something, try something we actually hadn't done yet. And even as the girls headed off, already they were conversing, speaking in hushed tones which alerted me to the fact, whatever it was my wife had been considering, she was now sharing the details with her new found friend.

"You golf?" Jacque asked me handing me a perfectly prepared scotch on the rocks. I sipped before answering.

"I do...but not as well as I'd like, and not as often either," I quipped.

"Don't we all," he agreed joking. "How'd you like to go with me tomorrow, at the club?" He then asked.

"Wow...really?" I said excitedly. I knew the club they belonged to was fairly exclusive, and well out of my own means at the moment at least. So given the chance and opportunity to go with him, I jumped at the chance.

"I've got a standing tee time at ten in the morning every Saturday," he continued. "On the mountain course, it's tough but far more secluded for one thing, especially as the tee-times are only every half hour, so that allows us time to play a special interesting game. We affectionately call it, 'Tiger in the woods', mostly because of all the trees," he again laughed. "Just so happens one of the guys in our foursome can't make it tomorrow, which is why I thought I'd ask you if you'd care to join us."

Already I was thinking money, and no doubt bet liberally while playing. Something I wasn't sure I could afford to do, and not that good of a golfer either to be throwing money away like that. Thus I hesitated before answering, though he seemed to pick up on my concern.

"No worries, we don't bet with cash," he told me. "We play an interesting little game on the green once we get there however, with each one of the female drivers in our carts."

"You mean...women other than our wives?" I asked taken aback just a little. Jacque laughed.

"Yes, we call them our cunt-caddies. Four women we've been meeting now for well over a year as we play golf. You see...what we do is this, once on the green, the only putter the men use is the one between their legs. Whereever your balls lands when it finally does reach the green, is where the girls take over. We slide inside them from behind, and fuck...while they putt. You fuck everyone else's driver except for your own, alternating greens. The object being of course to distract them and cause them to take more putts getting it into the hole, while you're in their hole." He chuckled obviously amused with himself.

"Does...does Carol know?" I had to ask.

"Of course she does!" Jacque exclaimed. "She doesn't have a problem with it, and even told me she'd mention this to your wife and some point, feel her out a bit. That way at least, you can discuss it with her later, see where she is with it, and then let me know before tee-time tomorrow. If she's not ok, I'll still have plenty of time to contact another one of our friends who is willing."

I thought about for a moment. "OK, I'll ask her...mention it, but don't be too surprised if she says no."

"Don't be too surprised, if she says yes either," Jacque responded. "I know Carol, and if anyone can convince her into letting you do that...she can."

Just then we heard the girls coming upstairs with a small tray of finger-foods and snacks. Marcy had a devilish look in her eyes as well as she approached me holding out the tray as I quickly removed a couple of small fancy looking sandwiches.

"Nervous?" She asked me with a twinkle in her eye.

"About what?"

"About what I might be thinking about," she teased hotly. I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, maybe a little...now," I chuckled again sounding even more nervous. Obviously whatever it was, it was going to be something a little unexpected, even Carol had shot me an inquisitive look as though wondering if Marcy had mentioned it to me yet. It was obvious that she did when she spoke in hushed tones with Jacque standing off to one side. I saw his eyebrows raise up a little, almost immediately turning to look in my direction, smiling a little before turning back to his wife, speaking in soft whispered words again.

"Just remember...you promised," she told me, which now really made me worried and nervous.

"Yeah, I know...so why don't you tell me what's in store?" I queried.

"Not yet...in a minute or two," she then stated. "But something else for you to consider perhaps."

"What?"

"Carol told me about Jacque's naughty little golf buddies," she said with a bemused smile on her face. Mentioned to me that he was going to invite you to play tomorrow, though she then told me how it was that they actually played."

"Yeah I know...he told me, but don't worry, I wasn't planning on..."

"You can go...you can play, you can have fun tomorrow if you wish," she said shocking the hell out of me. "Just as long as I get my wish tonight..." she concluded, still not fully revealing to me whatever the hell that it was. "Just keep that in mind."

We finished up with our snacks as well as our drinks, and then once again congregated back onto the bed. For the first time Marcy looked a bit anxious, nervous.

"Ok, so...here it is," she began. "Even David isn't aware of this naughty little fantasy of mine, something I've never actually mentioned to him before now. Having said that," she grinned holding my hand. "This is what I want you two to do...for me."

**

She was right about one thing, I really had no clue. And it wasn't something I'd actually ever considered, or ever thought about, up until now anyway. "You're serious," I asked knowing full well that she was, though her look gave way to obvious disappointment at my initial reluctance.

I thought about it for a moment more before responding. "Ok," I answered even then hesitating, seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces that I'd actually agreed. "But it's got nothing to do with golfing tomorrow," I then added in my own defense. "If this really is something that turns you on...then I'm not about to sit here and tell you no, not after everything everyone else has done here tonight."

"You're sure?" She grinned brightly.

"If that's what you really want to see, to do...then yes," I assured her.

"And you'll try to get into it?" She added.

I actually laughed. "Well, let's just say I'm willing to try at the very least," to which she seemed to be good with. "So...what do you want to do first?"

Obviously there was going to be some intimate contact between Jacque and I, though he didn't appear at all hesitant in doing it himself. Carol had indeed obviously made him aware of it long before I even knew. And...listening to what she wanted to do, and how...it actually could have been worse in fact, and thus not nearly as bad as I was beginning to think it might turn out to be like for me.

"For starters...especially while you're both so small and limpy," Marcy giggled as she moved up into the middle of the bed. I was about to tell her I wasn't that small...or that limpy either as she put it, until I looked down at myself, and realized...I was.

"Ok, now what?" I asked as Jacque and his somewhat limpy dick joined us.

"I want to try and suck you both at the same time, while I can...while you're still a little...well, little," she giggled again. 

That actually didn't bother me in the least, I'd actually found it arousing watching similar situations in porn movies, two guys with their dicks pressed together, sometimes tip to tip while the girl sat sucking the two of them off. As was her wish however, Marcy soon had Jacque and I stuffing as much of our pricks inside her mouth as she held them together against one another. To my surprise, she actually managed it.

"Let me try that...while I still can!" Carol spoke as Jacque and I turned towards her, though already there appeared to be a significant difference in length and girth here as she made the attempt. At best, she managed to get most of the two heads only partially in, as she licked and sucked them, each of us growing firmer and fatter by the minute. Admittedly, it felt good...albeit a little strange at first perhaps, but it indeed felt nice. It wasn't long however before doing that was no longer possible. Jacque and I were both once again...fully hard.




Visual Pleasures



"Ok...now what?"

"Ok, this next part is definitely for me..."

"And me too!" Carol said joining my wife as the two of them rolled off the bed, taking seats on the couch sitting side by side one another. 

"Ok," I again stated nervously.

"Alright...what I want to see the two of you do now...is rub your cocks against one another while we sit here and masturbate each other...watching the two of you do that."

Like I said, I'd already been made aware that Jacque and I were going to get a little touchy-feely here. But at least so far anyway...that was as far as she'd said she really wanted to see us go. I figured both literally and realistically, I could handle that.

Marcy had moved us off the edge of the bed, now standing on the floor only a foot or so away so that the two of them could watch us more closely, and more clearly.

"Squeeze your dicks, get some juice stuff going, and then smear that against one another," she politely asked, though her voice was already getting raspy with obvious arousal as she and Carol now reached over, toying and fingering one another. Jacque easily produced a thick fat dollop of precum fuck juice, though it took me a moment or two longer. Eventually I did however, and once having done so, placed the head of my dick against his, and worked it back and forth, just as he did against me, much to the delight and enjoyment of the girls. And quietly to myself too.

"And whether you choose to believe this or not honey," Marcy told me. "I think seeing that is damn fucking sexy, regardless of what you think or feel at the moment. And just so you know...I appreciate more than words could ever say, that you're doing it for me too."

Ok, so it wasn't that bad, and it actually felt interesting, rubbing my dick against his, especially as slick as they now were. I chuckled to myself quietly, for some reason thinking of this being like a sword fight, though his sword was indeed a bit longer than my own. At least we weren't out to try and stab one another with them. Or so I hoped anyway.

"Ok baby...now that I'm getting close here again, this is what I want...and would like you to do, to finish me off with tonight. "I want you to rub Jacque's cock against my pussy, against my clit, jacking him off, making him squirt all over me. And then...after that, have him jack your prick off against Carol's cunt."

I was expecting even worse than that, somewhat surprised at what it was that she actually wanted to see us do, prepared to do so...if that had been her real intent. Obviously, it wasn't. Now doing as she'd asked, I followed Jacque over towards the couch as she straddled the arm rest on her side, putting her at just the perfect height in order to accomplish this next task. She was wet...glistening, her furrow already frothy with her pre-girl cum cream.

"Go ahead honey, rub his dick against me, let me hear the naughty wet squishy sounds you can make while you rub his big fact fucking cock against my clit!"

There was no doubt about it, hearing her tone of voice, her use of vulgar obscene words, I knew my wife was about as aroused as she'd ever been before in her life. If this was indeed what she wanted then, wanted to feel...wanted to see, I was certainly going to accommodate her. I reached down, wrapping my hand around Jacque's hard stiff prick, and began using it to masturbate her with, simultaneously, masturbating him as well.

She was already close, as evidenced in the once again glazed look in her eyes. "Make him come on me honey, make him squirt...make him juice my pussy, drench my clit!" She all but demanded now. I continued to furiously rub Jacque's cock against her, and then heard as well as felt him tense up, looking down, seeing how tight his balls were. He was on the edge.

"Oh fuck...yes, here...it...comes!" He announced, and then began spraying his hot white sticky nectar all over my wife's widespread pussy. I continued pumping him, milking it out, watching in abject fascination as I did so. Milking a cock, other than my own, and actually...enjoying it as I did.

"Whew!" Marcy said a short time later after coming around again, her own very intense sweet little orgasm still causing her pussy to throb with several aftershocks of pure delight.

"You can say that again! That was fucking hot!" Carol now said jumping in. "Ok honey...now it's my turn, get over here and rub the man's cock against MY pussy!"

He began doing that. And it felt momentarily strange, once again realizing it was Jacque actually doing this for one thing, though I took delight in the sensation of it as he continued to rub the head of my dick, back and forth, up and down, side to side across his wife's pussy, teasing and toying with her lips and clit. Sometimes sticking it in briefly, fucking her with it, Just as I had done to him, taking a perverse delight in fucking my own wife with another man's cock, just as Jacque was indeed, now doing to me.

It was again an interesting sensation. Watching my prick suddenly, and amazingly to me anyway...suddenly begin spurting again, Jacques expert hand milking the cum out of me onto his wife's pussy, as she in turn climaxed with me, crying out almost the moment my sperm splashed against her clit, Jacque now aiming it, working it, and smearing it over and around as well as inside her even.

**

It had indeed been an amazing night. One that I don't think either one of us had expected, and yet...had enjoyed it as we later on discussed. Invited to spend the night in their guest room, now tired and on the verge of complete and total exhaustion, we of course accepted the offer. I wasn't relishing the drive back, especially as late as it now was, well after one in the morning.

"And don't worry about the golf game," I said as we tiredly crawled into bed together. "I wasn't planning on..."

"Go, have fun," she said meaning it. 

"Really? You don't mind?"

"No...seriously, have fun...be naughty, we're certainly going to!"

I sat up looking at her. "Something tells me you've already made plans with Carol to do something tomorrow....while we're out doing that," I said eyeing her.

"You might could say that, yes," she grinned. "Carol's invited Brenda to come over tomorrow, lay out with us in the back...catch some sun, and maybe...just maybe, pleasure one another a little."

"Brenda too?" I asked.

"Yeah, but we're not supposed to say anything about it to either one of you two, so...don't you dare mention that I told you either," she made me promise her. 

"Damn, almost wish I could stay here and watch that," I said actually wishing now that I would be, even more so than Jacque's weird twisted idea of golf.

Marcy laughed. "No worries, Carol said she'd secretly video tape the entire afternoon, just in case anything interesting does happen while she's out there with us."

"Damn," I chuckled surprised to feel a renewed lurch in my very spent cock.

"Anyway...enjoy your golf game," she giggled rolling over onto her side away from me. "Hope you win," she then added as she snuggled her cute perfect ass against my once again stiff needful cock.

"I think I already have baby...I already have." And then slipped nicely inside that wet hot juicy cunt of hers once more.

-End-