0 comments/ 50640 views/ 1 favorites Coupling By: Taliesin the Bard A S.L.U.T.™ ADVENTURE (Swinging Lifestylers United Together) PROSEX™ STORIES series. Collect ’em all. This story is XXX for ADULTS ONLY! It contains graphic descriptions of sexual activity, LOTS of sexual activity. Copyright © 1999 - 2000 Positively Pagan. All Rights Reserved. * * * * * "Tonight’s the night," the red-haired woman said as she touched up her lipstick in the mirror. "Y’know, this will be our first new couple in almost two weeks." She adjusted her dress for the tenth time in the last half hour. Noel Nouveau was a woman not overly concerned with her appearance but she did want to look presentable for the new couple. "I know," responded a voice from the shower. A slim man stepped out, tilted his head to one side then the other, shaking water from his ears. "But we only party with the best, and Janet and Brad seem right up there with the best of ‘em." "I know. I’ve been reading this e-mail they wrote us again, the first one, and they are so hot my pussy’s just leaking like crazy." "Your pussy’s always leaking like crazy, sweetie." Tolland True finished toweling himself dry. They were in Noel’s apartment. True kept a few clothes there. He selected a blue suit and began to dress. "But read it to me again anyway and I’ll try not to get a hard-on. One of us has got to concentrate on driving to the hotel to meet them." "I wouldn’t mind if you got a hard-on right now. You’re still mostly naked and this dress comes off oh so easily." Noel took hold of the hem of the robin’s-egg blue minidress and tugged, rolling the tight fabric upward and revealing her bare pussy then firm, round breasts. "We could quite easily put that hard-on to good use." "That we could, but there isn’t time." "There’s always time for a little lovin’. True, honey, my pussy really is on fire. I gotta get off soon. I really need it." Noel lay back on the couch and brought her hand between her legs. Rapidly she clenched and unclenched her thighs together several times and then let out a soft moan. "Ahhhmmmmm.... I needed that." She took a long breath of air, then let it out slowly. "But that wasn’t enough. I need more. This couple’d better be as good as they describe in the letter." "So read it again. I’m almost ready. Where are my pants? Oh, there they are. So, read, I’m almost ready." "Okay, but it’s just going to make me even more horny. The e-mail goes like this ‘Dear Noel and True, We’re Janet and Brad Settlebyrd from Texas and we love the S.L.U.T.s videos you make, particularly the Swingers series. We’ve seen just about all of them several times. They really turn us on. They actually helped us get into swinging. We have a fantasy of, well, there’s no other way to say it, getting it on with you. We would just love to fuck your brains out. Since we already know about the two of you from your videos, let us tell you about ourselves. Brad is 6’1", 225 lbs., very muscular and athletic, dark hair, blue eyes with a very shapely 8" cock that stays hard for hours. Janet is 5’9", 118 lbs., 34-28-34, very bi, partially shaved, just a (cute) little horizontal strip. We’re both 34 years old, and have been swinging for about five years. We’ve had great fun going to sex parties and meeting with other swinging couples and singles. Many have become good friends, some were just great fucks, some are good friends and great fucks. While we’re sure we haven’t had as many experiences as you or the others in your group, we can assure you we are dedicated swingers who thoroughly enjoy the good life. We’re writing to you in the hope that we can meet. We’re sure you get a lot of requests from your fans for such meetings and know you meet only with those who show they really believe in and live the swinging lifestyle. But we are sincere in our desire to meet with you and if we find ourselves compatible to party with you. You won’t be disappointed. Please let us know if you would like to meet. We will be vacationing in Los Angeles in about three weeks. Please let us know if we can meet then. They also included a couple of jpegs of themselves, and that’s that." True adjusted his tie. "Okay. Let’s go." * * * * * * * Astarte was one of Los Angeles’ most famous love hotels and a favorite meeting place for swingers. The suite Noel and True had rented was made for sex, with a gigantic round waterbed, a extensive music library on CD, a closet filled with a complete assortment of lingerie and costumes for women and men, and several big screen projection TV’s with VCRs and a wide selection of XXX videotapes, a number of them produced and directed by True and starring Noel and other members of the S.L.U.T.s. Among the videos were the S.L.U.T.s series, the Swingers series and the GoddessSex series. When they arrived, Noel and True set out hors d’oeuvres, put some Vivaldi on the suite’s sound system and selected a tape for the VCR. "Here’s one that I haven’t seen in a while." Noel showed him the video box. "This is from the Swingers series. It’s #18. Brings back memories." True read from the description on the box. "‘See America’s horniest swingers getting it on with porn’s top stars. Amazing, all real, hard-core XXX action!’ Remember this? We advertised for swingers to be in videos. It was fabulous. Put it on. You know I like watching my friends getting it on almost as much as getting it on with them. Let’s watch it on the terrace." Noel inserted the cassette and arranged the audio/visual system settings so the tape would play on the terrace monitor as well as the one in the bedroom. Then she pulled off her dress, set it aside on a chair, and followed True out to the balcony. She stretched as the warm breeze caressed her naked flesh. "Springtime in LA. The wind is blowing, the moon is bright…." "The homeless are hungry, the junkies are dying, the — Hey! D’you think that’s them?" Noel followed True’s pointing finger eleven stories to the street below. A taxi was navigating the alley to the private entrance of the luxury suites. "Could be them. I gave them the entry code when I talked with them on the phone this morning." True moved behind Noel and cuddled her as they continued to watch. The easily aroused redhead wiggled her butt against his crotch, and True felt his cock harden in his pants. "Quick," said Noel, "get undressed and put it in me. Even if it is them we’ve got a little time to get off before they get here." "Not them. Four people got out of the taxi." "Maybe they brought friends?" The horny woman’s voice was hopeful. "Don’t think so. So...." True stepped back and sat on one of the chairs, unzipped, and pulled out his cock, fully erect and ready for action. Noel needed no encouragement. Her cunt cried out to be filled with hard dick. She knew she’d cum the minute she touched him, the minute the head of his prick parted her pink pussy lips, the minute they.... She almost came just thinking about it. "Ready or not here I come." "I’m ready, I’m ready, already." Noel straddled True on the chair, her legs outside his, and lowered herself down. She took his rigid rod in her hand, thrilling to its firmness and warmth, and guided it to, and into, her cunt. Suddenly, she thrust down quickly, feeling the length of the shaft fill her. She pushed down and forward, the engorged bud of her clitoris pressing hard against his pelvis, and she came! The sound that came from her lips was but a short peep, but her whole body vibrated as ripples of orgasmic energy ran through it. She grabbed True even more tightly, her breath coming in hisses through clenched teeth, as she continued to churn on his stiff shaft. In moments she brought herself to another climax. She let out a final hiss and relaxed in his arms. Noel nuzzled his ear. "Thank you. I needed that." "I enjoyed it too, and I enjoy the cuddling part too. But if you don’t get your dripping wet, hot, cum leaking, milking machine of a pussy off my cock, people are liable to think I peed in my pants." She smiled at him. "Want me to lick it all up? Every drop?" She flicked her tongue at him. "You put that tongue on my dick and I’ll be adding my contribution to this wet spot." "I wouldn’t mind." "I wouldn’t either." "But since we’ve got company coming we should save our best efforts for them." "Always the nicest hostess, always thinking of the sexual well-being of others." "Isn’t that the S.L.U.T. way?" "Yeah, and I think that’s the S.L.U.T. way on the screen." The image on the TV had caught True’s eyes. Two members of the S.L.U.T.s, Lesiah Thrace and Beatrice McConnell, were sucking the large, erect cock of a stocky man, Lesiah’s husband. All three were naked. Lesiah was tall and bosomy, in her forties, and every inch a sex goddess. Bea was freckle-faced and half Lesi’s age. Their love of sexual adventuring had brought them together, and both were equally skilled in the erotic arts. The camera angle widened to reveal Noel and several sexily dressed women and men who stood watching, oooing and ahhing, as the two porn stars demonstrated their world-famous cock sucking techniques. "I remember this. It was a great video." Noel shivered excitedly as her image came on screen. And on screen she explained to those gathered: "Lesi and Bea and I are members of the group known as the S.L.U.T.s. We are the Swinging Lifestylers United Together. Whatever sexual activity we can think of, we do it. From swing parties to porn movies to sex in public and other outrageous behavior, we do it all, challenging the hypocrisy and sex negative attitudes of society." She unzipped and stepped out of her dress and knelt, taking Lesi’s place sucking cock. Lesi stood and said to the group: "We are at the forefront of the prosex movement. And we’re delighted to welcome all of you to our little video fuck fest." Bea stood and Lesi resumed cock sucking. Bea spoke to the camera. "And we’re happy to welcome you to Volume Eighteen of our Swingers series. With the exception of Lesi, Noel and me, all the couples and singles you’ll see in this video" — she indicated the group around her — "have never done a video before. But all of us are real swingers. So let’s get this party rolling." As if on cue, Harlan Robesen, the man getting his cock sucked, shouted, "I’m cuming!" Bea got next to her two friends, grabbing hold of Harlan’s cock with one hand. "We want to taste your cum, baby," Bea said to him. "Shoot those hot juices all over our faces." The stocky man’s cock shot the first of several spurts of sperm into Bea’s open mouth. "Mmmmmmmm." Lesi and Noel also got shots of cum on their faces. They kissed and licked each other’s faces, happily lapping up the sperm. The scene in the video dissolved to show one of the swinging couples on a bed, beginning to lovingly kiss and caress each other, while in the reality of a Los Angeles hotel suite True said: "That was more porn than it was swinging. I’m as much a fan of the cumshot on the face as the next guy, but was that the best way to open a video about swingers?" "It was Volume Eighteen. I think we were running out of ideas. And besides, if I remember right, a couple of the swinger ladies were squirters and they did some female ejaculating on the men." "Well...." The doorbell rang, and Noel and True focused their attentions on the present. "That’s them." Noel pulled on her dress and headed across the plush carpet of the room to the door, True following a step behind. "Ready?" he asked as they reached the door. "Always." She kissed him a quick peck on the cheek and drew the door inward by its ornate handle. What they saw did not disappoint Noel Nouveau and Tolland True. Janet and Brad Settlebyrd were just as they described themselves and as their digital photos had shown. True lead the Texas couple into the hotel suite and Noel took their coats. The introductions were easygoing and relaxed. Both couples got an immediate good feeling about each other, and they were soon chatting away like old friends as they reclined on the suite’s luxurious couches. Noel sipped from her iced tea. "So you’ve been swinging for five years? Whose idea was it to start?" "Well," began Janet, smoothing the hem of her skirt, which came to just above the knees of her shapely legs, "y’all may think it’s kind of unusual. But…." "Most people don’t believe us, but it’s true," Brad asserted. "It was really amazing, and we just sort of got caught up in it." "Go ahead, tell us." Noel looked at Brad then Janet. "We really want to know." "Well," Janet started again, "Okay. It all began when we took a drive to visit a friend of ours but got lost and wound up at this old, uh, …." "Lodge of some sort, I think it was," Brad put in. "And there was a sort of party going on." "A sex party?" Noel asked. "You could say it was something like that." "And, we wound up participating." Janet was getting excited from the relating of the tale. "I know you won’t believe this part of it but I was a virgin. Really, truly I was. I hadn’t even had sex with Brad at that point, other than some heavy petting. And I had sex with three men that night, including Brad. How it happened we still don’t know exactly, I just suddenly found myself having, er, making, er…. I just found myself fucking, and liking it." "Jan had sex with a woman too. Don’t forget that, dear." "How could I ever?" "I don’t know why or how it happened. It just seemed that it was the right thing to do, and we did it." "And you’ve been swinging ever since?" asked True. "Every chance we get," averred Janet. "Every chance we get." "But not right after that party." Brad took a long pause, gathering his thoughts. Then he said: "We lost touch with the people from the party, never saw them again. But we knew that the experience had changed our lives. I’m not sure they were actually swingers, though some of them might have been. After that experience we tried to resume our normal lives again. We got married. But even though we were married something now was missing from our relationship." "It wasn’t easy to bring up swinging", Janet said, "but about two years into our marriage we did." "She did." "And Brad was stunned. He’d thought that I wanted to forget what had happened to us. Then we talked about it a lot. And decided to try it together. What gave me the... not courage, that’s not the right word, but the safety net, y’all know what I mean? What gave me the safety net to bring it up was your Swingers videos." "We were watching one and suddenly Jan blurted it out." "I said that I wanted to be like the people in the video, like we were at that party two years before. That opened the doors and Brad and I talked for hours. A lot more talking than we had done in some time." "So we set out to find some swingers. We didn’t know how at first, but we found out about swingers magazines and swing party houses and so forth." "And what started it was your videos. They showed us some really uninhibited people and we knew we wanted to be like that." "I’m happy for you," Noel said. "And glad we could help." Room Service delivered a splendid meal. Duck cooked in wine sauce and served on a bed of angel hair pasta was the main course. Throughout the meal the conversation among the four was casual and cordial, but spiced with sexual innuendo. As they sipped wine afterward, the topic of their talk became decidedly more sexual. "And you two, "Janet said. "Not only swingers, but you make those great sex movies. We’ve watched so many of them." "It’s a lot like the swinging philosophy of sexual sharing," Noel said. "We want to share our sexuality with as many others as we can." "But this GoddessSex thing? I understand S.L.U.T.s, and the other videos but.... Is that like a religion? ‘Cause sometimes it seems like that to us when we watch the movies." "Well, it is like a religion, Brad. I mean if you believe in something strongly enough, it influences your life, how you think and act. Right? We based the GoddessSex videos on the ancient prosex Pagan practices. It was already there. All we had to do was update it." "Jan’s a good Catholic girl, but we understand where you’re comin’ from." "The S.L.U.T.s derived out of the ancient ways," Noel explained. "I and some other swingers formed the group. The Swinging Lifestylers United Together. That’s us. That’s our lifestyle. So we decided to flaunt it rather than hide it." "We call it ‘A Celebration of Sex’. I’m sure you’ve seen the advertising." True looked at the couple. "Isn’t that what swinging really is? Isn’t that what we do when we swing, celebrate our sexuality?" "I, uh, I don’t know about y’all," interjected Janet, "but I have been so horny just thinking about meting you, and so very very horny since we got here, that I really don’t think I can wait another second without doing something, so maybe a little celebrating is what we need." "Believe me," said Noel pulling off her dress, "we’ve been just as horny as you." It felt good to bare her body. She liked showing it off. Whenever she and True met with new couples or singles, she felt he always tried to make things too perfect trying to set just the right mood. "True’s a great fuck," she chided here Pagan partner, "but he’s way to formal about these things. I could see right from the start that what you wanted was some action." "Well then," said True. "I guess we should retire to the bedroom." He stood and extended his hand to Janet. She took hold and he could feel a slight trembling. This really would be an adventure for her, a fantasy; making it with two Pagan porn stars. He put his arm around her and began walking toward the bedroom. Behind him he heard Brad call to his spouse, "Go on, dear, we’ll be along in a minute." Both turned to see that Noel had joined Brad on the couch and had already gotten his pants down and her mouth around his dick. * * * * * * * "Mmmmmmmm." It was many minutes before the two broke their kiss. But they did not break contact. Janet and True could feel their now naked flesh pressed together, warmth building between them, desire pulsing through them. Janet pulled him on top of her, feeling his weight on her as they sank, ever so slightly, into the lush soft support of the round waterbed. "Eat me. Lick my pussy. Taste me now." Though her hands by design or by instinct guided his head toward the sweet cleft between her legs, True needed no urging. He had been scenting the sensual musk of her since they met; he wanted to taste her. "Yes, oh! Yes!" she cried when his tongue began to lick her aching pussy. "Yes! Oh, yes yes yes!" Suddenly a flood of hot cunt juice gushed from the squealing woman’s pussy hole and she experienced the first of several orgasms she would have that night. Her hands clenched True’s head and her thighs closed around it, holding him in position as he continued to lick her cunt and suck on her clit, drinking in her profusely flowing love juices. Over the edge she went once more, screaming at the top of her lungs as she let the rippling sensations of her orgasm spread through her. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. She let out one final scream of joy to the universe and lay still, panting and gasping for breath. "Well, that was nice." True smiled up at her, his face dripping with her sweet cum. "Nice?" Janet panted. "Nice? Honey, that was heaven. Nirvana. And I wanna go there again." Suddenly she sprang up and moved above True. With her hand, she directed him onto his back, then guided his erect cock into her cunt and began the ride to ecstasy again. Coupling This is my first attempt at this, so any comments, both positive and negative are welcome. This is a true story; only the names have been changed. My girlfriend is the most sexually expressive woman I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. This is the story of one of the things that happened to us about a year after we got together. We were both in our early 30's at the time (late 30's now) and had already fulfilled some of our mutual fantasies during the year we had been together – stories which I may well put into words later, but for now, you are stuck with this one. The mutual fantasies were great, but I wanted to try something that was purely for me. To put it bluntly, I wanted to fuck another woman and to watch her do the same. Not that Sam wasn't enough for me, far from it, she was the horniest, dirtiest, nastiest, cock straining woman ever. I don't think she would be overly upset if I told you she is not pretty in the traditional sense, but she is attractive, has a wonderful smile, a laid back personality which means she never gets stressed or gives me a hard time and has the sexiest gleam in her eyes that makes me hard thinking about it. We had already discussed our fantasies in great detail, and as I have said, we had already fulfilled some of them. I was wondering if asking her to take this particular one from fantasy to reality was going to be a step too far. I needn't have worried! I could hardly believe my luck when she not only agreed but was enthusiastic about the idea. She had already had a bi experience years before with a friend of hers but it had not developed into more than just a couple of times, but she had enjoyed it and was happy to find someone else to play with, and not only that, but she was fine with the idea of me fucking her as well. Only problem was we didn't want to do it with anyone we knew so it meant having to get pro-active and find someone. I came to the conclusion that finding a single woman to come and join us wouldn't be the easiest task in the world but there were probably plenty of couples out there who were willing, so I put this suggestion to her. I didn't have a problem with other men fucking Sam, in fact I had actively encouraged it in the past as she enjoyed the attention of me and another man, and I enjoyed watching her being fucked, or sucking on another mans cock. She was agreeable to the idea of another couple and I nearly jumped for joy. We put an ad in a national paper that has a service for people like us looking to meet up with others. Anyone interested in our ad could leave a message on a voicemail system run by the paper for us to listen to and get in contact with if we liked the sound of them. The next week our ad appeared and the night after that there was a message for us on the voicemail. It was from a guy called Chris and he left a few details about him and his girlfriend Lianne and most importantly their phone number so we could get back to them. Sam and I listened to the message several times and decided that they sounded OK and that we should give them a ring to see if they were just as nice one to one on the phone. Nervously I dialled their number and Chris answered. I introduced myself and we chatted. We both expanded on the information we had already given about ourselves and after five minutes or so of us talking we handed the phones over to our respective girlfriends so they could have a chat too. It transpired that Lianne and Chris were three or four years younger than us, lived about thirty or so miles away from us and had an almost identical fantasy to ours. Lianne had never had sex with another woman, but was keen to try it and funnily enough Chris was all for it as well. They were even willing for us to swap the two women between us two guys, so it was all systems go! After a few more phone calls over the next couple of weeks, each one more explicit than the last, we finally found a day when all four of us were free and they arranged to meet us in a pub on the outskirts of our city. This was ideal so that if we didn't get on as well in person as on the phone it would be easier to extricate ourselves from a neutral place like a pub rather than our house. As it turned out we needn't have worried. Sam and I arrived first and were about half way through our drinks when we saw a nervous looking couple matching their description at the other end of the pub. We called them over and after an initial few minutes of pregnant pauses and stilted talking we all began to relax. Chris was a broad muscular shape, built almost like a rugby player while Lianne was a tall, slim and attractive with blonde hair and a lovely willowy figure. We stayed in the pub chatting for about an hour, had a couple of drinks each, but strangely, not once did the conversation get around to sex or what we were all there for, despite the pretty steamy talks we had enjoyed over the past couple of weeks on the phone. So now we are back at our place, each of us with a drink, the lights down low and Sam and I next to each other on the sofa, and Chris and Lianne about seven or eight feet away, both sitting on the floor, leaning up against one of the armchairs. This really was an awkward moment. We had been home and chatting for about ten minutes by now, but still nothing sexual and I was beginning to think it was going to go nowhere. We all obviously liked each other or we would not have invited them back and they would not have accepted, but this was getting ridiculous. I decided it was time someone did something and had the feeling that if it wasn't me then it wasn't going to be anyone. There was a lull in the talking and I made my move. I leaned closer to Sam and kissed her deeply on the mouth. She moaned softly as we kissed and I opened my eyes as we were doing it to see Chris and Lianne watching us intently. I closed my eyes again and concentrated on the kiss. Sam loves to be kissed and is very responsive to it, so I knew she was starting be get turned on just by being kissed. She was wearing a simple white blouse with a shortish black skirt and, as I had seen her getting dressed earlier so I knew she was wearing black stockings under that. Just the thought of what she was wearing is enough to get me excited, let alone the promise of everything else tonight. As I continued to kiss Sam, I let my hand wander down over her neck and over the material of her blouse to the swell of her tits. I could feel the lacy material of her bra underneath and her nipple getting hard under that. She moaned again as my finger and thumb played with her nipples, first one then the other, making them both hard. Still kissing her, I glanced back over at our guests to see that they had moved closer to each other but were still in rapt attention to what we were doing. By now I had undone enough of the buttons on Sams' blouse to expose her cleavage and bra. It was time to take this to the next level. Leaving her tits alone, I moved my hand down her body to the hem of her skirt, which was at just above knee level. Still kissing her I let my hand slide under her skirt. Another moan. The higher my hand went the more it pushed the hem of her skirt up her thighs until her skimpy black knickers were exposed to Chris and Lianne's gaze. This was really having an effect on Sam now, she loves being shown off and even though she had her eyes shut, (yes I was still kissing her), she could tell that she was on display. I was rock hard by now too, and I was dying to get my cock out, but still my hand kept going higher. My fingers sought and found her pussy. She was sopping wet, even through the material of her knickers I could feel the slick fluids that had soaked through. No more mucking about now, I pulled the material covering her shaven slit to one side. She grabbed hold of me so tightly I thought she was going to cum there and then. I knew the other couple would now have their eyes locked directly onto Sam's cunt and the thought of that sent a shiver down my spine. I love showing Sam off just as much as she likes to be looked at. I could hear whispering from the other two. I broke the kiss with Sam and looked at them properly for the first time since I had started the ball rolling. Chris was gently pushing Lianne in our direction and half whispering encouragements to her. "Go on babe" he said. She still looked a little doubtful, so he gave her another gentle nudge our way as he smiled at her. She was on her hands and knees now and she slowly padded across the floor looking back just once at Chris who smiled at her again. I broke free of my embrace with Sam to watch expectantly what would happen next. Sam was now reclined back with her ass nearly over the lip of the sofa, her skirt rucked up to the tops of her thighs, her stocking tops and pussy lips clearly in view, especially from Liannes' point of view. As I watched, Lianne moved closer, still on her hands and knees took one look up into Sam's face and then buried her mouth into my girlfriend's cunt. Sam let out a long low moan as Lianne started to lick. She had taken to this like a natural. I quietly got myself off the sofa and went over and sat by Chris in order to get a better view of the show. Sam had by now lifted the cups of her bra up over her tits and was tugging on her own nipples as Lianne continued to lick her. At last I was able to get my cock out and relieve some of the awful pressure that had built up over the last ten minutes or so. Seeing that I wasn't shy about wanking in front of an audience, Chris fished his cock out as well and tugged slowly on his foreskin, back and forth. The scene in front of us was a hot one, Sam playing with her tits as another woman licked her out. Chris evidently thought it a good time to have some of the action and he too shuffled across the floor on his knees with his cock leading. Lianne had her ass invitingly up in the air as she licked Sam and Chris got up behind her and rubbed his cock up and down her skirt covered ass. I could see Lianne push her ass back against him, but she did not pause in her assault on Sam's willing cunt. I continued wanking as Chris lifted Liannes skirt up over her ass and up her back. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she too was wearing stockings, but these were flesh coloured hold ups which was why I hadn't noticed them before. God, I love women in stockings! By now Chris had pulled her thong to one side and was rubbing his cock up and down the length of her ass, between her cheeks. He took hold of the base of his manhood and pushed slowly but relentlessly into his girlfriend's pussy. That made her pause to draw breath, but almost immediately she was back between my girlfriend's legs. I was loving this, it was like being in my own porn movie and I felt like the director. My memory of the specific sequence of events is a little hazy now, but the next three hours were the best of my life from a sexual viewpoint. Sam and Lianne changed places and Lianne experienced another woman's tongue on her cunt for the first time. Perhaps not overly surprising, she loved that too. Then it was my turn. Lianne beckoned me over to the sofa and I sat in much the same position as Sam had earlier, although I was fully naked by now, in fact we all were, except the girls had left their stockings on. Lianne was back on her knees again and took me into her mouth. I looked over at Sam, who had wasted no time in getting Chris' cock up into her cunt. He was laying out full stretch on the floor and she had straddled him and was riding his cock like her life depended on it. He had reached up and was playing with her tits as they fucked each other. As I have mentioned, this is a major turn on for me to see Sam take another mans cock inside her, so that scene combined with the wonderful job Lianne was making of sucking me off was heaven. At some other point in the proceedings, Sam and Lianne were both sat kind of cross legged on the floor facing each other. Both the girls were pushing the neck ends of empty wine bottles into each other. Sam had often done that while I had watched her make herself cum, but to see these to sexy women do it too each other was something to behold. I even managed to remember the camera at this point and got a couple of snaps of them masturbating each other till they both came almost simultaneously. A bit later on both girls were kissing each other, deep passionate kisses that lasted forever. They were sat on the floor again and Chris and I were standing over them wanking as we watched them kiss and fondle each other. I had cum twice already by this point and I am sure Chris had done the same, so despite the scene in front of us we weren't about to cum very quickly. I was standing over Lianne and Chris was next to Sam. Every so often the girls would break off from their kissing and take us into their mouths. Whenever this happened I held Liannes head still and fucked her mouth, forcing my cock as far into her mouth as possible. She still kept her tongue moving over my shaft as I did this and the sensations were thrilling. Chris wasn't being any gentler with my Sam and I saw he had the added enjoyment of her playing with his balls as she sucked him. Eventually all this got too much. The combined effect of wanking as we watched them kiss and play with each other and them sucking us was doing its thing. Chris shouted out that he was about to cum and both girls broke away from the kiss they were enjoying and turned their faces up towards his cock. Neither of us men had said we wanted the girls to do this, but it was like they knew just what to do at just the right time to squeeze the maximum amount of horniness out of every situation. I kept pulling on my shaft as Chris took a huge gulp of air and with one last hard yank on his cock, shot a long rope of cum right across both girls' faces. Sam was closest to him, so she took most of the force of it, but the sight of his cum splashing on their upturned faces and into their open mouths was too much for me. My cock erupted about five seconds after Chris' and my own slightly more liquid cum joined his on the girls. Between us we shot it everywhere, in their mouths, all over their hair, streaks of it criss crossing over their cheeks and noses. Some even puddled into Sams eye, but she didn't complain and just took everything we had to give. I was very quick to hand her a tissue to mop our combined spunk out of her eye once I had come down off my cloud though! Up to this point I still hadn't got to fuck Lianne. We had sucked and licked each other to orgasm a couple of times, but no actual fucking. Chris had fucked Sam at least once to my knowledge and I had witnessed him cum while still buried to the hilt inside her pussy. My head was between Lianne's legs, as I was giving her clit a good seeing to, when she said the words I had waited for all night. "Fuck me for Gods sake" she almost shouted. Sam was only a couple feet away from us giving Chris a blow job as Lianne said this. Sam stopped what she was doing and looked at me. My heart sank. I thought that despite everything we had all done this evening she was going to get upset at me fucking Lianne. I should have known better! As Lianne positioned herself on her back with her legs open invitingly in front of me, Sam just smiled at me. I needed no further encouragement. I lay flat on Lianne with my cock resting on her tummy, lifted myself a little and took hold of the base. The head was just nuzzling against Lianne's pussy lips when I looked over at my girlfriend once more. In a low gravely voice, thick with lust she growled at me "Go on sweetheart, FUCK her!" Just her saying that nearly tipped me over the edge, but I kept sufficient control to slide myself into this other woman right there in front of my girlfriend. How lucky did I feel at that moment? She was tight, very tight in fact, and whilst I may not have the longest cock in the world (just under seven inches), it is quite thick. Luckily Lianne was as wet as hell and so even though it was a struggle to start with, I eventually managed to get myself all the way inside her. I looked across at Sam again and the look of pure lust on her face was plain. Chris was licking between Sam's pussy lips now and she had her hand down by his head, rubbing her clit as she watched me fuck Lianne. As I looked over to her she just silently mouthed the words "FUCK HER" and made a gesture with her head to urge me on. I fucked her! Come one o'clock in the morning I had cum six times in three hours, a feat I don't even remember being able to manage as a teenager. We were all exhausted but had silly grins on our faces. The two girls had disappeared upstairs together for fifteen minutes or so part way through the night as Lianne said she wanted Sam to herself for a while. Chris and I could only imagine what they were doing up there, but the sound of moaning and the unmistakable cries of them orgasming left us in little doubt. Just trying to imagine exactly what they might be doing to produce each moan and cry was erotic all by itself. I was a very happy man and Chris didn't look as if he was complaining either. Understandably we are taking a bit of a breather, and taking the opportunity to have a drink and relax a bit. We are all totally naked, the girl's stockings having been taken off some time before when they had been soaked by a mixture of cum and pussy juice. Chris was sat at the end of the sofa with Lianne laid out along the rest of it and the back of her head on Chris' thigh. Sam and I were sat on the floor just in front of them. We were chatting and drinking and just enjoying each others company in a non sexual way for a few minutes when Chris said he had something to show us. He asked Sam to pass him the vibrator that had made its appearance felt near the beginning of all this when Lianne had produced it seemingly out of thin air and shoved it up Sam's cunt as she had been sucking me off. Lianne had fucked Sam to orgasm with it even as Sam was doing the same to me with her mouth. But I digress! Sam did as she was asked and passed the vibro to Chris. I could tell we were probably going to witness something special by the look on his face – Lianne looked a bit worried though! As Sam and I looked on, Chris let the tip of the plastic cock travel down Lianne's body until it was nestled between her cunt lips. A little deft finger work and the toy was set buzzing away and I guess the tip of it must have been resting against her clit because as he switched it on she took a large involuntary intake of breath and shut her eyes with a smile playing over her mouth. Chris eased the vibro slowly up inside her as she pushed down to meet it. Very deliberately he started fucking her with it, building up the speed and depth inexorably and Lianne responded to each thrust, losing herself to the feelings that were so obviously wracking her body. As she moved closer to orgasm she was thrashing about on the sofa, fucking the vibrator just as much as it was being made to fuck her. With a scream she came, a long, drawn out, body quaking orgasm made all the more remarkable seeing she had already cum god knows how many times already during the course of the evening. Instead of slowing down with the arrival of her climax, Chris started to speed up! The toy was slamming in and out of her body now, a blur as Chris showed no mercy to her dripping cunt. "No, oh my God, no!" shouted Lianne She came again – harder this time. Still Chris kept it up, a relentless machine driving into his girlfriend's cunt. Her mouth was gaping open, taking in great lungfuls of air, only to expel it in long drawn out screams as her orgasm turned into one long, relentless pulsing through her body. As we watched, pussy juice was literally spurting from her, escaping around the sides of the vibro as her pussy muscles contracted again and again. The liquid was going in all directions, but it was the force with which it was being ejected from her writhing body that was so mesmerising to watch. Her hips were bucking and she kept on shouting "Oh God, Oh God" as she continued to spurt. I had never seen anything quite like it, my Sam sometimes squirts when she cums, especially if she is being licked, but nothing like the force or quantity that Lianne was doing. By now she was almost in tears, such was the intensity of the feelings wracking her body. Chris took pity on her and slowed the manic movement of his hand pounding the toy in and out of her. Bit by bit he slowed it down until he stopped altogether and just let the thing rest halfway inside her, still gently buzzing away. Coupling Lianne reached down and agonisingly slowly removed it from her dripping pussy and dropped it to the floor. She lay still, as limp as a rag doll, recovering her senses. Sam and I were just staring open mouthed at her. Chris had a self satisfied grin on his face, obviously pleased with the effect Lianne's orgasm had on us. "Fucking hell" was about all I could say as Lianne continued you recover, but then not a lot else could really be said. "You Bastard!" was Liannes comment to Chris, but there was no malice in her voice, just a very satisfied look on her face. As I said at the start of this story, this was the first of our meetings with another couple. We never met Lianne and Chris again, which is kind of a shame as they were a very horny couple. We talked a few more times on the phone over the next few weeks but never got it together. In a way it is perhaps just as well, as I have a funny feeling that nothing we could do if we had met again could have topped that night for sheer lust and imaginative sex. The experience did confirm our liking for this kind of activity and a few months later we found another couple to play with. I am one lucky fella! Coupling The car was packed and Jeff was eager to get going. It was a two hour drive to Alicante airport and they were running late. As he went to put his clothes on, Louisa went to say her farewells to their hosts. It had been a wonderful naturist weekend in the Spanish sunshine and the cold Edinburgh Spring awaited. The high point for Louisa had been when she and Nikita were sipping champagne in the hot tub, getting a bit giggly, and more than a bit frisky. They sat opposite each other and stretched their feet out, playing footsie on each other's clits. Jeff and Ian had murmured manfully about their frisky fillies, and nursed increasingly erect cocks disguised respectfully by crossed thighs. Louisa hugged Nikita, and gave a warm kiss, offering profuse thanks for their wonderful hospitality. Ian picked her up in a man hug, his strong arms lifting her off the ground. She laughed as he lowered her, giving him a full kiss on the lips. It was electric! She lingered longer than was decent in the circumstances, and became immediately aware of an instant hardon pushing into her belly. Ian looked rather alarmed and flushed, Louisa's eyes sparkled. "Now look what you've done Louisa! Gees it's taken you all weekend to get round to that, he's been dying for you the whole time!" Nikita sat herself down as if taking a ringside seat while Louisa processed this surprising statement. In her usual style she had been flirting with Ian, but was unaware of just how keen he was, until now when it was more than evident. In a movement which was seamless for her, she knelt down in front of him, took his exposed stiff member in her hand, and glided it into her warm wet mouth, relishing the precum glistening on his purple glans. As she moved into a rhythm, taking his whole length deep into her throat, causing him to groan loudly and grab at her hair, they heard Jeff approaching. "Oh for God's sake Louisa, couldn't you have done that earlier, he's been gagging for you all weekend, and now we don't have time! Put the poor man down and get in the car! Sorry Ian, next time maybe!" Ian was by now decidedly flushed, as he helped Louisa to her feet. There was a fair bit of back slapping and snorts of laughter as they bundled into the car and sped off down the long wining track to the bypass. By the time they had reached the motorway, Louisa had fingered herself to a shuddering climax as Jeff struggled to keep his eye on the road. Not surprisingly Nikita had dragged Ian to their bed and had finished off the job which Louisa had started. As she lay quietly after satisfying her husband, Nikita texted Louisa saying they must meet again soon to continue where they had left off. Enticed by the prospect of more holidays in Spain, Jeff and Louisa closed the deal on a new house on the South coast of Spain later that year. In a long series of calls and messages, the four decided that Nikita and Ian would drive down to visit Jeff and Louisa's new house near Marbella. In her usual style, Louisa flew around the house getting everything ready for their arrival, her belly fluttering at the thought of what was about to come. She couldn't decide whether the thought of exploring Nikita's feminine charms, or Ian's very macho ones, was more arousing. All in all her cunt was steaming in anticipation and Jeff had been going around with a semi erection most of the day. Jeff and Louisa had agreed to withhold from sex all day, a tall order for this pair, and were both at boiling point when the doorbell finally rang. After the obligatory house tour, they sat down and had a drink together, the sexual tension mounting. As Louisa poured another round, Nikita came up behind her, put her arms around Louisa's waist and swayed and hummed to the music as the drinks were very, very slowly poured. They stayed untouched as the two women turned to face each other, kissed , and swayed into each other's bodies. At the end of the track, Louisa suggested the girls go to put some sexy outfits on, to get into party mode. Within 5 minutes they appeared back downstairs, Nikita sporting Louisa's tight black corset, with red fishnets hooked to lacy suspenders. Louisa wore what she fondly called her 'slut dress', a fit so tight it barley contained her 36FF bosoms, with sheer black seamed stocking ending in impossible pointed black heels. The men had meanwhile disrobed, as was usual in the naturist household, and their proud cocks stood to attention as the women strutted in front of them. Louisa could not hold back any longer and knelt at Ian's feet and sucked him deep and long and slow. Absorbed in her ministrations, she was unaware of Jeff having the same treatment from Nikita. Louisa's pussy was screaming for cock as she got up, turned her back and leaned over the white leather sofa, pushing her glistening pussy out towards Ian's urgent throbbing erection. The other pair followed suit, a glorious sight of two well rounded arses pouting for cock, and getting stuffed from behind with gusto as their gasps and groans filled the room. The girls turned to each other and attempted to kiss, but their rutting was not in synch, so they locked eyes and watched each other's mid coitus expressions wash over their faces. Suddenly Jeff withdrew, whisked Nikita round, and came copiously all over her pert tits. As his cum dribbled down over her nipples, Louisa bent over and sucked every drop off, licking and supping at her crimson cherries. The sight of this was too much for Ian, he gave in to a thunderous climax, shooting his entire load deep into Louisa's spectacular cunt, causing her to descend into an animalistic grunting cum which shuddered on for well over two minutes. The guys collapsed onto the armchairs, spent, but eager to watch what happened next. As Louisa recovered from her shuddering after-shocks of cum, Nikita had stroked her big round breasts, relishing how different to her own they felt. She was increasingly aroused and desperate to have more of Louisa. As Louisa recovered she felt Nikita's excitement, and wanted to explore her moist pussy. Gently she spread her thighs apart, and kissed her shiny lips, sucking on the hard button of clit, sending Nikita's body jerking into an almost instant climax, her juices gushing out over Louisa's crimson lips. The sight of the girls playing together had roused the men again, and they took their respective partners to bed for a less urgent, bonding love making. Evening one had turned out spectacularly for all of them, whatever would the next day hold? The answer was first and foremost, breakfast. The two couples wandered down hand in hand to the beach bar. Thick black coffee, triple brandies and tostadas all round. Conversation flowed between them, peppered with ample amounts of flirting all round. By the time the brandy glasses were emptied, all four were anxious to get back home, to their own private swinging heaven, with no holds barred. Nikita was particularly ebullient and had to be reminded to keep her hand off Louisa's bum in public. They agreed on a massage, Nikita had had a very stressful time at work and Louisa had promised her a treat, with one of her special massages. In the bedroom they all stripped, then Louisa put on her massage outfit, none other than the black corset and fishnet stockings. She tied a stocking over Nikita's eyes and sat her gently on the bed, the guys positioning themselves at either edge of the big bed, Louisa at the foot. "Please, no talking, so I don't know who's where and who's doing what" whispered Nikita, as she lay flat on her back. Louisa applied copious amounts of oil to her legs, and in long smooth strokes, expertly massaged the tension out of her friend's smooth limbs. Jeff then took the oil and dribbled it from a height, first over her belly then more carefully over Nikita's erect nipples. Ian knelt beside his blindfolded wife and spread the warm oil all over her torso. Louisa by now had moved from thigh to groin, and slipped a well oiled finger deep into Nikita's oozing cunt. This turned on Ian tremendously, his erection bobbing in front of Louisa's mouth as she skilfully fingered and flicked the juicy pussy. Ian drew Louisa's head towards him and urgently shoved his cock well into her mouth. As Nikita jerked and bucked with Louisa's fingers inside her, and Jeff's hands and mouth all over her tits, Ian came suddenly, shooting half his thick creamy goop into Louisa's mouth, and spraying the next rope over his wife's belly. Jeff motioned for Nikita to turn over and as she did so, he dripped more oil over and between her buttocks, slicking down over her tight pink arsehole and down onto her sopping labia. This sensation was so intense for her that she rose to a crescendo, and crashed over as Louisa delved deep into her pussy with three stiff fingers. After her orgasm subsided she dew Louisa up to her lips, whispered 'thankyou' and kissed her gently. Jeff moved over behind Louisa, and thrust deep into Louisa's exposed pussy, grabbing her hips and ramming her roughly. He craned his neck round and was able to reach Nikita's mouth, snogging her passionately as he exploded into his wife. By now Ian had recovered and was busy shifting around the bed with the camera, catching most of the interactions in pictures, and a few minutes of video for them to enjoy later. It had been an intense 24 hours, all of them experiencing highs they had only imagined before. It is rare when two couples can have the trust, and the courage to step into new territories, but when that magical attraction does happen, it can be mind blowing. Certainly for Louisa, it had re-awakened her desire for the touch, taste and flavour of another woman. There will doubtless be many more meetings, but this is an accurate account of this weekend's adventures, as I sit here writing with a very happy pussy, and a mind full of erotica. Louisa. xxx Coupling Couples Roberta didn't like these annual regional conferences, but being a member of her professional association made her attendance at them pretty much obligatory. She almost never made any useful contacts at them, the lectures and seminars rarely introduced her to new and interesting research findings, and the social benefits of mingling with others who had similar titles on their business cards were over-rated. But here she was for yet another year, in yet another basic black cocktail dress that showed enough of her mature curves to get the attention of men who were treating the conference as a vacation from their wives. She stood at the edge of yet another noisy crowd in yet another hotel meeting room, sipped yet another mediocre white wine, and pretended to be listening to the sales pitch of a man in an ill-fitting tuxedo who was, at the moment, trying to pick her up. He was doing all the talking. The business card which she had just handed to the man, in hopes of bringing their one-sided conversation to an end before she actually fainted from sheer boredom, gave her name as Dr. Roberta E. Williams and confirmed her accreditation as a Clinical Psychologist. She dutifully accepted the other man's card, slipping it into her purse as if she might actually want to look at it one day. The man finally grasped the fact that he was wasting his time. He gracelessly excused himself, and moved off in search of some other attractive woman to work his magic on. Roberta had finished her drink, and wanted nothing so much as another one. She worked her way through the crowd toward one of the room's temporary bars, pretending not to notice the not-so-accidental brushings of hands and other body parts against her lower body as she squeezed through the press of men who had skillfully positioned themselves to achieve the maximum number of such contacts. A couple of them had very good hands, she noticed. Her cellphone chirped, and she paused to answer it, cupping one hand over an ear to try to block out the crowd noise. "Hello? ... Oh hi, darling!" she said. " Yes, I'm in the middle of a noisy ... sorry about ... I miss you too, sweetheart ... If you were here I'd be up in my room alone with you instead of here in this crazy mob scene ... Yes, I'm wearing the black one with the slit up the left leg ... I know you like it ... I'll model it for you again when I get back ... think of me later when you jerk off ... good night, darling ... I love you ... Bye." Roberta reached the bar and refuelled. She started to turn away, heading for a quiet corner where she could be left relatively alone, and promptly collided with another woman who was as much in a hurry to get to the bar as Roberta was to move away from it. Hasty apologies were exchanged. Fortunately no beverages had been spilled. Something about the woman caught Roberta's interest and, without knowing quite why, she stayed where she was until the woman had gotten her drink and was headed back her way. Roberta had no idea why this particular woman might be someone she should get to know, but she knew better than to ignore these kinds of serendipitous moments. Serendipity was Roberta's favorite word. She smiled at the woman, transferring her glass from her right hand to her left so that they could shake hands. Roberta knew that her interest in this woman wasn't like that of a man on the mating hunt, but she certainly noticed the other woman's sparkling eyes, charming smile, well-looked-after figure, and sense of classic elegance in her attire that matched her own. Personal introductions were exchanged, confirming to Roberta what she'd always known, that the simplest of verbal greetings made much more sense than did the business card thing. The woman's name was Helen. Roberta liked her instantly. Roberta and Helen hit it off from the get-go. They had so much in common that it seemed a little freaky to Roberta, even though she'd intuitively guessed such a thing when she first saw Helen. Both of them had Psychology practices in the same city, both were divorced mothers, both had sons still living at home while going to college, and both were delighted to find an oasis of friendship in the wasteland of insincerity which surrounded them. Ten minutes later they left the ridiculously overcrowded meeting room, together. The man in the dreadful tuxedo, who had tried unsuccessfully to pick up Roberta earlier, saw them leave and felt a rush of relief in knowing that his failure with Roberta was clearly due to the fact that the bitch was a goddamn dyke. He was wrong about Roberta, but then he'd been badly misjudging women for most of his life. * * * * * Roberta and Helen found a small table in one of the hotel's lounges. They sat and talked and laughed and took turns signalling the waitress for more rounds. They talked about movies they'd seen, restaurants they'd been to, books they'd read, clothes, and the challenges of raising their sons. Roberta realized that it had been too long since she'd last had a fun talk about 'girl' things with anyone. Their conversation was light and casual and wonderfully comforting to both women. It made both of them feel totally relaxed and very much at ease with one another, almost as if they'd known each other for years. When their hands accidentally touched on the tabletop, or their legs accidentally brushed together underneath it, the contact was strangely exciting even though neither of them consciously felt any romantic or sexual bond with the other. It felt strange, but strangely nice, too. Helen's cell phone sounded its musical phrase. Helen took the phone from her purse and, after glancing at it, told Roberta apologetically that it was a call she had to take. "Hi, hon," said Helen to the caller. "I'm fine ... I should get away from here tomorrow afternoon ... I'll see you tomorrow night ... I love you too ... Kiss ... Bye." "That was my son," Helen explained, as if some explanation was necessary. "He's over at a friend's house watching a late movie and he didn't want me to panic if I tried to reach him at home and couldn't." "Mine called me earlier," said Roberta. "I don't know how they survive without us," she added with a laugh. "I'd tell you about mine, but that would be too much like talking shop," said Helen. "I know what you mean, Helen. I feel the same way." "I doubt it, Roberta," said Helen, her voice very slightly slurred by the drink. "I'll let you in on a secret, and you'll know why I need my professional training to help me deal with matters at home." There was a long pause before she went on. "My son is bonded to me more than is healthy for either of us." Roberta looked at Helen for a moment before speaking. "So is mine, Helen. So is mine." Coincidence after coincidence, she thought. "I may have had too much to drink, but I'm going to tell you this anyway," said Helen. "Frank - that's my son's name - is far more, uh, far closer to me than my ex ever was. So I doubt that your home situation is anything like mine." "My situation may be very much like yours," said Roberta. "Have you ever wanted to have sex with your son? I have." Helen stared wide-eyed at her new friend. "I've wanted that too. In fact ..." Her voice trailed off as she thought better about finishing her thought. "I know what you were going to say," said Roberta. "I've slept with my son, too." "Oh my God," said Helen softly. "And I thought I was the only one..." "If I didn't have to get up early to take part in a panel session tomorrow morning, I'd stay up with you and talk about this all night," said Roberta. "I never thought I'd meet someone who understood these feelings the way I do." They traded business cards, after writing their home phone numbers and home email addresses on the back, and left the lounge to go to their rooms. Helen gave Roberta a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek as they parted for the night, and Roberta returned it. "I'll tell you another secret, Roberta," whispered Helen. "I love what Frank and I do." "You didn't have to tell me that, Helen," whispered Roberta. "I already knew that. I've been there too, remember? I love what Jeffery and I do too. They felt the kind of kinship that comes from unusual shared experience, and never again would they see themselves as being alone against an intolerant and unsympathetic world. Roberta and Helen left the conference and headed for home the next afternoon, certain that they would have some contact with one another in the coming weeks. It was even possible that they might develop a longterm friendship, a friendship founded on that part of their lives which would have to remain their shared secret forever. * * * * * That contact started with an exchange of emails: My Dear Roberta, You can't imagine how much I appreciate what you did for me last week. You've given me a way to look at myself, and Frank, and the intimacy we share, with pride and confidence. Last night, as we lay in each other's arms in the warm afterglow of good sex, I told him everything I know about you. He asked me what you look like and what you were wearing (you know how men like to reduce us to porn photos in their minds). I surprised myself by being able to describe you quite easily, and I rather naughtily left out none of the stimulating details I know he wanted to hear. Apparently that cute black number you were wearing and the lovely creature enticingly sheathed within it had an impact on me, and my description of it has now had quite an impact on my son. Frank even asked me if I'd tried to tongue kiss you when we said good night in the hotel elevator! Can you believe that? I was shocked by his question. But when I asked myself the same question I had no good answer for it. You are a gorgeous and sexually striking woman, Roberta, and I can understand Frank when he says that if he'd been in my position that night one of our beds would have been left unused. He's a hunk, by the way, and a terrific bedmate. You'd love loving him as much as I do. If Frank had his way, I'd give you a chance to do just that. Don't you just adore permanently horny young men? LOL. Love, Helen My Dear Helen, I've just re-read your letter for the fourth time. I could have written it myself. From the moment Jeff asked me how the conference went I've been talking about you as if you were the only thing about the week worth mentioning. You were. I'm fairly sure that if either one of us had dared to slip her tongue tip between the other's lips that night, Frank's fantasy of the two of us sharing a bed might have become reality. I don't doubt that Frank is a delightful partner for bedtime romps, and he's begun to play a part in my masturbation fantasies, but I believe that you'd find Jeff to be just as much fun and everything you could want in a young fuckstud. He tells me he'd very much like to prove that to you himself. I want to talk with you again soon, Helen, if only to assure myself that my pleasant memories of our brief first meeting were accurate and worth pursuing. I've reserved a table for two for lunch on Wednesday at that wonderful Italian place I told you about - the one just a block south of my office. Twelve noon sharp. I hope you'll find a way to join me then. Love, Roberta Roberta was waiting at the restaurant when Helen came in. They greeted each other with the kind of almost-hug and glancing pecks on the cheek that women feel comfortable with in very public settings. They scanned the menu and ordered quickly. Then they picked up their talk where they'd left it the week before. But this time there was an important difference. They had opened themselves to each other in a way they'd never done with anyone else, and the heady blend of affection and eroticism which had grown from it was not to be denied. They showed each other pictures of their sons, and managed to convey their primitive carnal desires for their sons' strong slender bodies without attracting unwanted attention from other diners seated nearby. They felt like young girls excitingly discussing boys they knew, eagerly sharing veiled hints about the naughty things they'd like to do if they were alone with the boys, and knowing that they were turning each other at the same time. The lunch was as delicious as was the conversation that accompanied it. A week later the women were taken out to dinner by their sons at a fashionably tacky diner-styled joint, a place that specialized in huge burgers, absurdly rich ice cream sundaes, and 1950's music from a real jukebox that would still play Elvis' "Love Me Tender" for a quarter. Frank unashamedly flirted continuously with both of the women, and Jeff found it easy to play the same game with them too. The women loved it. Afterwards they went to a double-feature repertory cinema, and sat in the very back row of the nearly empty theater. The young men necked and made out with their own mothers, like hormone-crazed teens, all the way through a subtitled French art film none of them had ever heard of. After the intermission they tried exactly the same thing with each other's mother, through another equally forgettable film. If the men hadn't been masturbated all the way to orgasm by the women, at least once during each movie, they might not have been able to leave the theater without their rockhard erections causing them embarrassment and discomfort. It took another two weeks and several exchanges of emails and phone calls, but it was finally arranged. The four of them would have dinner and spend an evening (and maybe the night) together. Helen offered to host the party, because her house was roomier and more private than was Roberta's condo apartment. It would be a sort of extended doubledate with the added spice of swinging thrown in. The two women hoped to share and swap both their sons and themselves. It was that last element of the situation, the opportunity for Roberta and Helen to experiment with their 'bi' sides if they wanted to, that caused them to look forward to the party with equal measures of anticipation and apprehension. * * * * * On the big night, Roberta and Jeff arrived at Helen's place dressed to party. Roberta wore a man-styled casual shirt and the tightest pair of dark brown leather pants she could find at the 'adult' clothing shop she'd visited the day before. She'd found a pair of low boots there too. Jeff had gone along with her to the store. He had thoroughly enjoyed watching a cute salesgirl struggle to adjust the side zippers of the pants, as Roberta tried them on, so that the pants were relatively easy to squeeze into but extremely tight when in place. The way they fitted over Roberta's ass cheeks and gently rounded belly was quite wonderful, he thought. He even considered coming back to the store later, to buy a pair for himself, just to let that salesgirl give him that same sort of hands-on service. Roberta had decided to wear just one article of underwear, a pair of white panties cut high on the leg but full in the seat. Roberta wasn't a 'thong' person. She felt she could risk going bra-less in the shirt she was wearing. Jeff wore a pastel blue pinstriped dress shirt, open at the throat, and dark slacks. He had also brought a blazer with him. He carried the blazer draped over his arm, feeling that he might need it later in the evening. It was late summer, but hints of autumn were already in the air and the nights had been very cool recently. They diplomatically left their overnight luggage in the car. It would be there if it was needed, but it might be awkward to have it in plain sight in the house if staying the night just wasn't going to happen. Helen met them at the door, wearing a bright red knee-length sleeveless dress with a deep-cut 'V' bodice and an even more dramatic open back that nearly reached the crease that divided her buttocks. Underneath it she had on her sexiest lingerie, some items of which were exposed to view by the dress' open back, such as a black nylon bra with red lace trim and black net stockings. Her other undergarments, glimpses of which were occasionally possible as she moved about in the dress, included bikini panties and a garter belt, both of which matched the bra. Wearing the panties over the garter belt would allow her to remove the panties without having to remove the belt. She knew that some men liked her to keep the garter belt and hose on during sex. She had on red spike-heeled pumps. Frank had barely been able to restrain himself from getting it on with her even before their guests arrived. Helen gave Roberta a big hug and the first deeply sensuous kiss she'd ever shared with another woman. It felt good to her. Roberta's smile as the kiss ended showed that it worked for her guest too. Jeff waited his turn, and when Helen was finished with Roberta she turned to him and they embraced and kissed wetly. Jeff's hands slid down Helen's bared back to rest on the uppermost slopes of her buttocks. Helen gave her bottom a bit of a wiggle to let him know she liked that sort of attention. The three went into the Family Room, where Frank was preparing a tray of canapes and getting ready to pour an aperitif wine for everyone. He stopped what he was doing as soon as he caught sight of Roberta. "Whoa!" he said, grinning at her. He took Roberta into his arms for a hug and a french kiss, during which he greeted Jeff by slapping palms with him behind Roberta's back. Frank's hands were all over Roberta's ass in the tight leather. She was pleased that her new pants were having the desired effect on the young man, but she hoped he'd want her to take them off. Dinner in the Dining Room followed, and then the four returned to the Family Room. Some soft background music was put on, and coffee was served in mugs with a splash of liqueur in each one. The men were sitting next to their own mothers, on sofas facing each other. An erotic tension filled the room. Everyone seemed to be expecting someone else to begin whatever might be about to happen. Not surprisingly, Frank was the first to move. He reached an arm out, draped it around his mother's shoulders, and pulled her closer. Her hips snuggled up against her son's. She tilted her face up to his and their mouths met, at first gently and teasingly, and then more forcefully. Their tongues played together, and Frank's hand slipped into the deep opening of his mother's dress front and he moved a finger slowly in the deep crease between her breasts. Jeff and Roberta watched for a moment and then they too moved into a close embrace. Jeff kissed his mother hard, and eased her onto her back on the sofa. He got his legs between hers and lowered his body onto hers. Roberta raised her legs and locked them around her son's back and the two, while still fully clothed, assumed a position they often used for fucking. Helen caught a glimpse of her guests dry humping each other, and tapped her son on the shoulder to call his attention to the exciting sight. They watched for a few minutes. Then they got up off the sofa and resumed their foreplay activities on the carpeted floor, close to the sofa where Jeff had mounted Roberta and was moving the bulge of his fully erect cock over his mother's belly in her tight pants. Roberta and Jeff joined their hosts on the carpet, and clothes started to come off. The four watched each other intently as both couples got closer to being totally naked. The undressing process paused, when the women still had their undergarments on and the men had just their briefs on, and more kissing and groping went on. The sight of Helen's garter belt and panties was more than Jeff could resist. He gave his mother a parting kiss, and went to Helen where his mouth began to trail teasing kisses over the flesh above her stocking tops. Frank saw what his new friend was doing, and moved aside to give him more room. Frank then turned his attention to Roberta, and found himself looking at two very beautiful breasts which at the moment boasted very stiff little nipples. Roberta lifted her breasts toward him, and his mouth and hands were all over them in a moment. Coupling Couples Helen's bra came off, as did both women's panties. The men went to work on their obviously aroused pussies with their lips and tongues. Roberta shifted her body slowly, inching herself along the carpet without dislodging Frank from her crotch, bringing her face closer to that of her newfound girlfriend. When her head got close to Helen's, she bent over and tickled Helen's ear with her tongue. Helen turned quickly toward Roberta and their mouths met. Their tongues flicked at each other and their hands fondled and played with each other's breasts. "I love this," whispered Roberta. "And I want to do more with you." "Oh, God, me too," answered Helen. "I want to taste you." "Let's get the men to fuck us until they need a break, and then we'll have time for us." "Good plan, hon," grinned Helen, and she pulled Jeff's head up from her pussy to kiss him and position herself to be fucked. "Fuck me, Jeff darling," she said. "Tonight I've got two sons to play with, and I want you to be first." Jeff didn't need to be asked twice, and soon he was thrusting vigorously into Helen's skillful cunt. Roberta pushed Frank to the side, and bent over him to give his cock a good licking and a quick sucking. Then she got up onto her hands and knees, and asked Frank to fuck her doggie-style. He was on her and in her in a flash. The women let the men take them in a number of satisfying ways, urging them to greater and greater heights of carnal abandon and feeling more and more lewd and raunchy themselves. As Roberta had predicted, the men reached a point where they could no longer hold their semen back, and the women were flooded by wave after wave of the men's powerful ejaculations. The women's climaxes were triggered, too. Eventually all four of them were lying quietly on the carpet, their breathing gradually slowing to more normal rhythms, their minds and bodies feeling contented. The reek of sex filled the room. The women turned to each other. Roberta was totally naked, while Helen still had on her garter belt and stockings. Roberta slowly removed the last items of Helen's clothing, kissing each part of Helen's body as it was revealed in the process. The women's bodies moved together, their hands and mouths exploring each other and pleasuring each other in ways known best to those whose bodies are themselves female. The men watched in voyeuristic delight, and when their cocks began to stir to life again they stroked themselves as they enjoyed the show before them. Roberta moved herself into a classic sixty-nine position over Helen, and her mouth came down to minister to Helen's pussy. Roberta lowered her hips to Helen's eager mouth, and the complete act of mutual oral gratification was underway. It was a first for Helen, and Roberta hadn't tasted pussy for many years, so it took a few minutes for them to get into it effectively. Their tongues worked their magic on their sensitive clits, and when Roberta felt Helen's body starting to shiver and jerk in the beginning throes of orgasm she fingered herself and joined Helen in their shared moment of joy. The men joined the women when their orgasms had subsided. The four of them, in a sort of freeform jumble of limbs and torsos, continued their play in numerous acts and combinations of body parts, for several hours, ending with an almost gentle final fuck which paired the young men with their own mothers. And then Jeff went and got the luggage from the car. He and Roberta were obviously going to need it.