10 comments/ 110762 views/ 7 favorites It's Only Your Hand Ch. 02 By: Steve Orshon When we had last seen Sean and Paula, they had just finished a unique sexual encounter in a gazebo just off the nude beach. Paula had jacked off a stranger, Charlie, while she fucked Sean. This story starts off slower than I usually like, but if you want accuracy sometimes you have to wait for it. After rinsing off in the warm Caribbean, we only remained on the beach for another hour or so when Paula was ready to head up to our cottage. By now it was early afternoon and the sun was quite hot. Sunburned buns and boobs would probably not be fun, so I agreed to go. We showered and dressed, pulling on casual, cool clothes for the afternoon. Just outside the resort was a large outdoor market run by some of the locals. Every booth was filled with tourist-trap junk and the vendors were annoyingly persistent. Paula didn't seem to mind, but I really had no use for the whole scene. She did buy some interesting tropical fruit and some souvenirs. After what seemed like an awful long time, Paula was done shopping and we went back to the cottage. As we shared the fruit we discussed what our agenda would be for the evening. The resort offered both casual and elegant dining as well as an outdoor bar with dance floor. Paula didn't seem very interested in much of anything, so we ended up just walking around the resort as the sun slowly set, stopping for a burger at the outdoor grill. I kept my eyes open for Charlie but didn't see him. The setting was very romantic, and while we held hands and did share a kiss or two, something seemed to be missing. That night in bed, our goodnight kiss didn't expand into anything more. The next day we rose early for a ride into the mountains to see more of the local countryside and people. This day-trip had been planned from the beginning, and we really didn't budget much time that morning for any fooling around before we left. While the country is exquisitely beautiful, the poverty of so many of the people is depressing. Paula dressed very conservatively for the day which was a bummer. I know my wife, and I can tell when something was bothering her. I also know that I have to wait until she is ready to broach the topic before we can talk about it. Bringing it up before she is ready is useless. That afternoon, as Paula showered I flipped through the TV channels. There were only about two Jamaican channels, but there was HBO and an adult channel that you could order racy movies. I scanned through the selections thinking that maybe we could watch something later that night. Of course looking at the selections got both my pulse and my concern growing. Here we are in a luscious, romantic, tropical resort; we should be fucking like bunnies and we're not. When I emerged from the shower I took note of what Paula was getting dressed into. More conservative clothes! I didn't know she had even packed this much cloth! "So, what do you think, maybe the pub and a little dancing tonight?" I gently inquired. "I don't know, I'm a little tired after all the riding and walking." She replied. "Well, other than the little tired, do you feel alright? You seem either preoccupied or down or something." "I'm not sure what to say, or how to say it." "How about you just dump it all out and we'll sift through it. We're on vacation here and I want to have a good time, not walk on eggs." "I want to have a good time too and I'm sorry if I'm making everything a drag." Now we were getting somewhere. "Why don't you tell me what's really bothering you, did I say or do something?" I urged. "I just don't know what you expect of me." "I'm guessing you mean after yesterday afternoon with Charlie." "Yes. I'm not some kind of a party girl. I can't do that sort of thing." Obviously her guilt complex had been working overtime. "I thought we were both OK with that. That was a fun fantasy that we were able to make real." I countered. "Are you having second thoughts about the whole thing?" "Yes, no, I don't know what I feel. I mean it was sexy and hot, but I don't want you to think of me as a slut." "I don't think of you as a slut. It was a one-time deal. I didn't plan it, WE didn't plan it, it just kind of happened and it was exciting and it will never happen again. We can remember it or forget it or do the Vegas thing – what happens here stays here. Besides, if you think about it, it was only your hand, it's not like you fucked him" "So you aren't going to try to hook up with Charlie and Rose?" "Not if it bothers you I won't." "I don't know if I could face him, or her." "Listen, you have to understand that he was almost speechless when he left us. That was probably the most exciting, erotic thing that had ever happened to him. I don't know if he told his wife about it or what her take on it would be, but my feeling is that he was really blown away by it. He seemed like a gentleman, but I don't really know him that well. I think if we saw him or them again that he would be a gentleman, and if he wasn't I'd fucking knock him out, so relax." "You're probably right, I'm sorry for being a worry-wart. Let's try to have fun." "Alright! Now you're talking. You can help me have fun by putting on the short denim skirt with either thong undies or no undies!" I guess she really did want me to have some fun, because she wore a low, scooped neck top with a push-up bra, the skirt and thong. We walked to the pub and Paula seemed like her old self again, smiling and affectionate. The pub was loud and crowded by the time we got there. The reggae music was bass-heavy and the beat would be easy to move to for dancing later. As usual, I looked around to see if I saw Charlie, but he was nowhere to be found. We drank a couple of Red Stripes at the bar while we waited for our table. Paula's skirt was short to begin with, and she had to be careful about it riding up as she sat on the stool. She looked really good. I haven't really described us too well, so I should say that she looks a lot like the actress Erin Gray from the TV show "Silver Spoons" and I look a bit like Tom Selleck from "Magnum, PI". After our second beer, the waitress showed us to our table. The food was typical but what was really appealing was the amount of eye-candy around us. It seemed that all the women were wearing seriously short shorts or skirts. Bras were few and far between and sun-kissed skin was on display all quarters. I tried to be discreet, but Paula noticed my wandering eye. "You are so busted." She teased. "I'm sorry, it just that it's everywhere, and well, you know we haven't done anything since the other day." I lamely explained. "Yes, what has it been, 30 hours? You poor, neglected baby!" "30 hours while on vacation feels like 30 days." "I have to visit the ladies room, try to keep your eyes in your head." And Paula left the table. I kept my eyes in my head of course, but I let them wander quite a bit. Still no Charlie around and I was beginning to wonder if they had left the resort. A few moments later I saw Paula walking back to our table. She was looking right at me, and I wondered if she was trying to catch me looking at the other women. She was grinning and something seemed different about her, then it hit me. He boobs were swaying and heaving as she walked and her nipples were quite obvious. Paula had ditched her bra while she was in the ladies room, COOL! "Do I compare favorably now?" She asked. "Because I know all about you, there is NEVER any comparison, you always win. If you mean are you now going to attract an awful lot of male attention to your yummy boobs now that you've set them free, the answer is yes." "I hope I'm not too obvious, I feel a little self-conscious." "Don't, you look wonderful, and it's not like you are the only one missing her underwear." "Speaking of." She started. Paula pulled me to her for a nice, slow wet kiss. As we parted she slipped her left hand to my face, putting two fingers into my mouth. The taste on them was a familiar one, pussy. "You are so naughty." I scolded. "I thought that might get your attention." "Did you manage to lose your little panties too?" "Ummm-hmmmm." Was all she would say as she took my hand and slid it discreetly under her skirt to find a bare, wet pussy. Thankfully, the table hid our shenanigans, but the crotch of my pants was getting awfully constricted. Our food would arrive soon and I thought it a good time to hit the can. Excusing myself I worked my way through the tables towards the bathrooms. As I looked back, Paula was smiling, safely concealed by the table. She looked great and I was enjoying the satisfying feeling you get when you know you are going to get seriously laid later. There was a short line waiting for the ladies room, but thankfully none for the men. As I exited the room I spied Charlie sitting at the bar. To approach him or not? He hadn't seen me yet and I could safely pass without guilt. Things with Paula were finally cool again, did I want to upset the apple cart? As I considered these things the situation essentially resolved itself when Charlie spotted me. "Sean!" He called, smiling. "Hi Charlie, how are you doing?" I replied. We shook hands. "Great, great, I was hoping I'd get to see you again." "Me too, I haven't seen you anywhere." "We went scuba diving yesterday, so we were away. Let me introduce you, this is my wife Rose." "Nice to meet you, Rose." Shaking her hand. "My pleasure, Charlie has told me a little about you. I'm so envious that I missed everything. I accidentally went to the wrong beach that day." Rose remarked. Now I had described Charlie briefly in the last segment, but the best way to tell you about the two of them is that Charlie reminded me a lot of David Duchovney from "The X-Files" and that Rose reminded me of the witch "Piper" from the TV show "Charmed" whose real name I can't remember. "Are you eating dinner here?" Charlie asked. "Yes, yes, we are at a table over there." I answered. Leaning close to Charlie's ear I whispered, "Paula has had some misgivings about the whole thing the other day. I'd like for us all to at least meet, but I'm going to have to run it by her first." "I understand completely, we'll stay clear until we hear from you." Charlie replied. "Thanks for being so understanding, I knew you'd be cool. So nice to meet you Rose, I hope that we'll all be able to get together very soon. Which cottage are you in?" I continued. "We are in nineteen, it's nice to meet you too, I hope we'll get to see more of you soon." Rose added, winking. Rose was very hot so I hoped so too. I thought about how I should approach Paula with the news. When I got to the table the food had arrived. "Get lost?" Paula teased. I figured I'd just broach the subject, dive in and play it by ear. "No, ran into a friend and his wife." Paula looked puzzled for a moment as she thought who I could have seen from Long Island, then it dawned on her. "Charlie." She said with finality. "Yes. And his wife Rose, who seems very pleasant." "I'm sure. You're probably already thinking about how to get into her pants." "Easy! Easy! There are no plans. We will not see them again unless you say so." "So this all comes down to me, huh?" This conversation and evening was turning to shit before my eyes. "How do I put this? They were at the bar, I wasn't even going to say hi to them until I spoke to you, but Charlie saw me and called me over. His wife was with him and he introduced us. They both were very pleasant and understanding about any further meeting." "What did you tell them?" "I told them you were a little uptight and that I would have to talk to you." "So I'm the bad guy?" "No, you are not the bad guy, but I was caught. I couldn't ignore them, I couldn't invite them over to our table, what could I do?" "I guess you're right, I'm overreacting. What do you want to do?" "Well, first and foremost I want us to stay cool. We just got things civil an hour or two ago and the last thing I want is for us arguing again. We don't owe them anything, in fact considering what Charlie got; they owe us, or at least me. Whatever. Anything you want is fine with me. We can say hello and see where it goes or we can bug out." Paula pondered this for a moment, then said, "What would you want to do, don't consider me." "I can hardly not consider you, but if you really have no opinion, I think it would be nice to just say hello, share a drink and play it by ear." "Alright, that sounds ok." We finished our meal without much further conversation. I know my mind was racing over just how this would work out and I imagined that Paula's was too. Turnabout is fair play; Rose was very pretty and I could picture her jacking my cock off. I paid the bill and Paula carefully got up so that her short skirt wouldn't show too much. "Maybe I should put some clothes back on." She asked. I didn't reply. In truth I didn't want her to and I knew if I said anything she would take it the wrong way. Taking her hand, we walked over to the bar. Charlie and Rose were at their same stools and I could see them watching us as we approached. "Hello again." I offered. "Rose, this is my wife Paula." The women clasped hands briefly and began talking. The music was louder here near the dance floor and bar and I couldn't readily hear what they were talking about. Drinks were ordered all around. Rose and Charlie had already eaten and were just here for drinks and dancing. Standing next to Charlie, we spoke. "I take it by the way Rose acted earlier that you've told her about the other day." I queried. "Yes. It was a turn-on for us both." "We haven't had much of a chance to talk. Is this something you guys have done before?" "No never. There's a first time for everything I guess. I mean we've shared fantasies about threesomes and swapping and such, but never took the next step." "Us too. The beach thing wasn't really planned, it just happened." Just about then, the women approached us, each pulling her spouse to the dance floor. The song was funky, not slow, not fast, just grooving. Very loud. Putting her mouth right to my ear Paula yelled, "She's very nice." "I'd hoped she would be." We danced to two songs, although the DJ was so smooth it was hard to tell when one ended and the next began. As I pulled Paula back to the bar Rose took her other hand and dragged her back to the dance floor. Occasionally they would lean into each other to talk over the music. "They look good together. There's another fantasy." I remarked to Charlie. "Yes, and it happens to be one of Rose's also." "They seem to be hitting it off well together. Paula seems to have overcome her guilt complex from the other day but I don't know if anything more will happen." "I know that Rose would like something to happen. She really feels cheated about not being there the other day." "Well, technically if we just wanted to mirror what went on before, Paula wouldn't have to be there. You know, you could do Rose and she could jack me." "That's true, and it would only be fair. I'll talk to Rose. I'm pretty sure she'll go for it." We finished our drinks and ordered more, watching the girls. The girls must've known we were watching. Each time they would look over, they would do something sexy for us, running their hands over each other. I've always had a strong fantasy about Paula being with another woman, but so far she had never even given an inch in that direction. Watching her tease Charlie and I on the dance floor with Rose let me think that maybe tonight would be different. The girls finally returned to the bar, each giving their husband a very sexy kiss. Paula downed the last of her drink and started on her next drink already waiting. Dancing must have made her thirsty. "Rose says that she owes you a hand-job." Paula whispered to me, matter-of-factly. "She does, does she?" "Yep." "And how exactly do you feel about that." "Fair is fair. He got his, you should get yours." Watching the girls dance had started my cock rising, Paula's wet kiss when she returned added to it, now this conversation was getting me downright hard. "So how should we do this?" I asked. "She's going to ask Charlie to invite us over." "How do you feel about that?" "It could be fun." True to her word, I could see Rose and Charlie talking to each other. Moments later they turned to us. "Want to come by for a drink?" Rose asked innocently. We downed our drinks and left together. The walk to their cottage wasn't a long one, but it sure felt like it. Paula held my hand and her eyes sparkled with excitement. I wasn't sure exactly what was about to take place, but my cock told me it was going to be good. "Nervous?" I asked Paula. "Nervous, excited, worried. Mostly excited though." Their cottage was laid out exactly like our own, except that the color scheme was different. Charlie evidently had some rum and mixers stocked and he immediately went to the kitchenette to make drinks. Rose sat on the king-sized bed as Paula and I stood nearby, not knowing exactly what to do next. "I think that the first thing we should do is get as comfortable as we would be if we were on the beach." Stated Rose as she pulled her top off. In contrast to Paula, Rose still had her underwear on, a lacy bra that matched a lacy thong that came into sight as she unzipped her skirt. "Don't let me be the only one nude." She added as she unclasped her bra, allowing her beautiful tanned breasts to spring free. I pulled my shirt off, and then helped Paula to remove her top. Charlie stood in front of Rose with a drink in each hand. As he tried to give one to her, she took the opportunity to undo his pants, dropping them to the floor. Charlie's cock bobbed in front of her face. "Much better." Rose stated, and then helped remove the last of Charlie's clothes. Moments later we were all nude. Rose's snatch was trimmed into a triangle as opposed to Paula's landing strip. Rose motioned for me to come near. "Two wonderful cocks!" She exclaimed, taking us into both hands, pulling us closer. Looking into Charlie's eyes she took him into her mouth while she began jacking me. "Oh yeah." Was all he said. Rose bobbed gently three or four times on Charlie, and then pulled him out, licking him like a lollipop. Her hand was gentle but insistent on me. Smiling at Charlie, she turned as if to take me into her mouth, jacking me inches from her tongue, before again plunging him into her mouth deeply. Paula stood nearby, transfixed. Rose looked at her and abruptly dropped both cocks. "This is too hot. I want to have some fun! Charlie, where's the camera? Rose questioned. Charlie retrieved a digital camera from a nightstand. "Wait, I didn't agree to that." Paula cautioned. "Don't worry, no faces. You can delete anything you want, I promise." Charlie reassured her. Addressing Rose: "So honey, how does my little porn star want to pose?" "How about like this?" She answered, standing and embracing Paula. Paula hid her face behind Rose's hair. It was very erotic to see the two naked women embrace. Charlie snapped off several pictures as they adjusted their pose, breasts to breasts, hands cupping buttocks, Rose kissing Paula's neck. Paula looked away to hide her face as Rose worked her way lower, kissing Paula's nipples. Our cocks remained stiff. I wasn't sure how far Paula would let this continue since she had always seemed homophobic, but so far she hadn't objected. Rose was really getting into it, posing with her tongue gently rubbing Paula's left nipple. Whether or not she mentally enjoyed it, Paula's body was responding, her nipples hard and her breasts swelling. Rose stood again and gently pushed Paula onto her back on the bed. Charlie and I stood aside. More photos, Rose's tongue at my wife's belly button, lapping the landing strip, lower, now obviously between her legs. I couldn't tell if she actually ran her tongue into Paula's pussy, but it sure looked like it. Paula didn't seem to know what to do with her hands, finally clenching the sheets. From my angle at the foot of the bed I had a perfect view of Rose's wet, swollen pussy as she bent over my wife. Paula seemed frozen. She didn't really participate, but she didn't object either. I was worried for her and went to the head of the bed. Her eyes were half closed in arousal, I kissed her and she returned it with passion. It's Only Your Hand Ch. 02 "Is this what you want?" She asked, breathlessly. "Yes." Rose again returned to Paula's face, and they kissed. This time Paula looked directly at me as she returned Rose's kiss with as much passion as she had kissed me. "Sean, I want you to fuck Paula while I eat her." Rose pleaded. With that she turned around, pulling Paula above her into a sixty-nine position. I knelt behind Paula, her wet pussy in front of me with Rose underneath her looking up at me. As I slowly sank into Paula's soaking pussy, I could feel Rose's tongue sliding along her clit and grazing my cock and balls. There was no wondering if Rose was really doing it. Paula moaned. Charlie was able to get a few good shots when I pulled almost all the way out. I was so close to cumming that I pulled out a few times to let things settle down. From this position, Paula's head was between Rose's spread legs and just above her pussy. She was maintaining her distance, but I'm sure this was the closest she had ever come to another girl's cunt. I finally got some control of my orgasm and began fucking Paula in earnest, pushing her forward with each thrust. Now her chin would hit Rose's pussy with each thrust and it became wet. I bent all the way over her and kissed her ear and cheek. She looked back at me, turned her head and we kissed passionately. Looking back at Rose's snatch, and then at me she asked again, "Is this what you want?" "Yes." Paula buried her face into Rose's pussy. Rose moaned from beneath us and I could feel her breath on my cock. I buried my cock to the hilt into Paula and she came loudly. I stayed buried as long as I could, feeling her spasm around my cock, but then had to pull out again to avoid cumming. I knew I couldn't continue for a minute or I'd blast my load everywhere so I got up. Paula got up also. I kissed her deeply and could taste Rose on her mouth. "Thank you." I said. "You're welcome." "Charlie, get over here and fuck me!" Rose commanded, lying on her back. Charlie complied, climbing between her legs and fucking her. Rose really got into it, wrapping her legs around his back and moaning loudly. The bed creaked as he pounded her. I was a little envious that he could fuck her so hard and not come, but maybe unlike me, he had had some action earlier. My gun was definitely cocked and loaded, Paula stroked me gently. Rose had pulled her legs up onto Charlie's shoulders and was really starting to squeal. Then Charlie surprised me by stopping, getting up and lying upon his back. "Charlie!" Rose protested. "Get on it." He instructed, his hard red cock standing up from his crotch. Rose complied, impaling herself on his rod and began rocking. "You still owe Sean." Charlie reminded her. Looking over at me, Rose smiled. "Yes." Taking the hint, I stood alongside the bed, allowing Rose to take my cock into her hand as Paula had done for Charlie days before. "Ummm, two hard cocks again." She purred. "Paula, will you do the camera?" Paula grabbed the camera and began shooting. Rose was having great fun, rubbing my cock with her hands and across her boobs and face. I felt my come rising again. "I want Sean in my mouth, can I?" She asked. "Yes." Charlie answered. Rose looked to Paula. "Yes." Paula answered. Looking me in the eye, Rose took my cock into her mouth. I could hardly keep my eyes open; it felt so good but I wanted to mentally record every moment. Rose began to really rock on Charlie's cock and her moans stimulated my cock further. She couldn't deep-throat me, but she certainly had me deep. I knew I couldn't last. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned. Rose closed her eyes as my first shot went down her throat, then she pulled me out and jacked me across her mouth, cum covering her lips and chin. Paula continued to shoot photos. I don't know if it was just time or it was watching his beautiful wife get a facial, but Charlie came, dumping his load into her snatch. This seemed to cause Rose to come too as she bucked and moaned on Charlie's spurting cock. The three of us collapsed on the bed, catching our breath. Paula sat next to me and kissed me. "Paula, get a couple of these." Rose called, as she scooped my come off her face into her mouth. "Oh, you are such a dirty little porn star." Charlie observed. "Just for tonight." Rose warned. After a few minutes of catching our breath and reconnecting with our spouses, we reviewed the photos on the digital camera. There were close to thirty shots and almost all of them were damn good considering that there was very little posing and a lot of action. There were only a couple that you could see much of mine or Paula's face so we didn't worry too much. I really wanted to have copies, so we gave Charlie our email address and he promised to send them when they got home if we promised to respect their privacy with them. We shared another drink and dressed. Rose and Charlie invited us to stay, but it was time to go back to our cottage. We promised to meet them on the beach the next day and said our goodbyes. At the door the ladies kissed each other, and then considering everything that we had done that night it seemed funny to not kiss each other's spouse, so we did. That too proved to be a turn-on as the wives responded strongly, kissing the opposite spouse passionately. I don't know which was hotter, watching Paula kiss Charlie or me kissing Rose deeply. She was a great kisser. In some ways this almost more intimate then what we had just done. Paula and I held hands walking to our cottage. We had plenty to talk about. Comments and voting are strongly urged. It's Only Your Hand Ch. 03 As one would expect, this story picks up where previous chapters left off, When we last visited with Paula and Sean, they had enjoyed a pleasant interlude with Charlie and Rose while on vacation in Jamaica. While you do not necessarily have to read the earlier chapters, they do describe the characters more thoroughly and outline the couple's gradual steps towards swinging. Please feel free to vote or comment, all are welcome. True to his word, Charlie had emailed the photos taken of our romp with he and his wife Rose. For the most part, the shots had managed to avoid revealing Paula's face or mine – no mean feat considering the circumstances. I promptly saved the jpegs into a secret file and later burned them onto a DVD so that we could enjoy them in our bedroom. The photos had proved to be quite a turn-on for both of us and precipitated a number of heated lovemaking sessions, especially those of fantasized threesomes. We were going through a dry period. For the last few years, this has become rather typical for us. A week or longer would go by with the demands of life – jobs, kids, house, conspiring to drain us to the point where no lovemaking would take place. I know I missed it, and I knew Paula missed it as too. The evening had gone exceptionally well. Paula and I had cooked a delicious dinner together, and everyone had enjoyed it. Paula's car, i.e. Mom's taxi, was safely parked in the garage with no more fares planned, so we could savor a few glasses of wine. When Paula suggested that she head up to the shower, wine glass in hand, rather than sit in front of the television; I knew the remainder of the night would be good. I sat in the kitchen paying a few bills as I heard the shower water running upstairs. The kids were busying themselves with homework and television. I noted with some sadness that as they matured into their teens, they've needed less and less from their parents. On one hand this was depressing as I recalled mistily the nights interacting with them, whether with homework or sharing the tube. Tonight I was grateful that I could retire to the bedroom, lock the door and not be disturbed. The shower ran and ran. Ordinarily I would fret about the utility bill, tonight I hoped that Paula was pampering herself, and possibly wearing out a razor or two! Finally the shower stopped and I went up to use it next. Paula stood in front of a very steamed up mirror blow-drying her hair, wrapped in a towel. I refilled her wine glass and turned on the water for my shower. "Trying to get me drunk?" She asked. "Maybe. We are safe and sound here at home, and you're a lot of fun when you've had a few." I retorted. And it is true that Paula is her most fun, sexually anyway, when she's had a few. This is probably true with most women, but it is certainly true with her. To really remove Paula's inhibitions, you take her somewhere far from home, ideally a sunny, warm resort. You pour a couple of drinks into her. The only other thing I can think of to add is when she's about to get her period, her hormones must really kick in making her horny. I tried to remember when she last had it and sure enough, she would be due within the week. Two out of three – this could be fun! When I got out of the shower, Paula was already under the covers. The TV was off, a good sign since this can be a distraction, or worse; if Paula finds something interesting there, sex could be put on hold. The bedroom door was locked. Climbing into bed I noticed that Paula had neglected her nightshirt and was nude under the covers. Perfect. Warm kisses became heated. Hands roamed. I was hard as a rock already. "Is someone in the mood?" I asked innocently, as I teased her taut right nipple. "Oh, you could say that." Her equally innocent reply. While Paula was hesitant to admit her arousal, her body was rapidly betraying how cranked up she was. Running my hand down her tummy, I slipped it between her legs finding her slit already wet. Paula moaned into our kissing mouths as I pressed my finger easily into her wetness. I couldn't feel any hair on her nether lips, so I was correct in assuming she wore out a razor or two. I love when she does that, and she knows I do. "Somebody seems to have sprung a leak." I teased. "I may have to plug that with something bigger than my finger." I watched transfixed as Paula pulled on her right nipple as I sucked on her left. I love when she runs her hands over herself, when she pleasures herself. I think she knows I love this and it may be part of the reason why she does it. Dipping my finger into her wetness, I spread some nectar over her clit and began to tease it. Paula responds, pushing her hips upward and running her right hand down over my mine. Deftly, I switch our hands, pushing hers over her sex with mine now on top of hers. We are locked in a furious French kiss, tongues battling. Her hand gently rubbed her clit as I urged her to insert a finger into her opening. It was so sexy, kissing this heated woman as our hands jointly caressed and pleasured her wet pussy. She resisted only briefly before dipping her middle finger first to one knuckle, then finally plunging it fully into her steaming snatch. Holding her hand, I gently force her to finger-fuck herself a few times before pulling her hand up and into our kissing mouths, her wet digit sliding between our tongues, sharing her wetness. This is another thing that really turns me on, watching Paula taste herself. Again, she knows how it affects me but she has to be cranked up before I can get her to do it. Sliding above her, I trail kisses from her mouth to her neck, then lower, teasing both nipples to their hardest length. Still lower, over her tummy, her cute belly-button until I finally arrive at her perfectly groomed pussy. Sure enough, Paula's razor has been busy, shaving her lips and leaving a darling landing strip of fur above her pouting lips. I run one long lick up her snatch. Paula catches her breath and pushes her hips up. "I see somebody has been busy with her razor." I tease. "Do you like it?" She responds. "I love it. You know how much I love it." "I didn't go too far?" "No, just perfect. A perfectly groomed pussy." As I resume my oral attack on Paula's now very wet and very aroused snatch, I pull back, admiring her perfection; she looks like a textbook illustration of arousal – her labia are pink, wet and open, almost like a flower. Another looooong lick, from her bottom to her clit gets everything drenched. I wet my middle finger and gently press it against her anus. Gently, gently, probing, pushing. Paula responds by pushing back, and it slips in halfway. More moans from Paula. I want her totally aroused, but I don't want her to come yet. Not yet. Now it's time for me to get nasty. As I sink my middle finger further into her ass, I drive my index finger into her sopping snatch also. Both holes are now very wet. More moans. Paula likes this, I know. "My, my, my. What do we have here?" I ask with phony sincerity. "A porn-star pussy getting double teamed. Do you like having both of your holes being fucked at the same time?" "Oooooh." Was her only reply. I know Paula has a hard time verbalizing in these situations. She can't talk dirty, despite her multitude of other talents. Sometimes I wish she could, but it never stops me from doing it to her. "You know, wives that shave their pussies into the porn-star look are usually sluts." I observe. "Are you going to be my slut-wife?" "I don't know." Her stock answer. The answer that assumes no responsibility. The answer she always uses because she can't talk dirty. The answer that means yes. "Slut wives do anything. Slut wives like TWO cocks at once. Do you want both of your holes fucked by two cocks at once?" I challenge. "I don't know." "Sit on my cock." I command as I climb from between her legs and lay upon my back. Paula begins almost a keening sound, a light, constant moaning as she awaits what lies ahead. Reaching into the nightstand, I pull out her toy, a seven inch, realistic rubber vibrator molded like a cock. I hold it to the side of the bed at about the right height as if another man was standing next to us. "Slut wives like one in their mouth and one in their cunts. Suck his cock." I command. Looking unsure, Paula leans over and takes the rubber cock slowly into her mouth as she slides up and down on me. I almost lose it. This is turning me on so much; I have to fight to not come yet. I slow her down on me and try to concentrate on something else. It barely works; it is so arousing watching her suck the rubber cock as she fucks me. "Do you like having Charlie's hard cock in your mouth while you fuck me?" I question her. "Mmmmmpphh." With her mouth full, it's hard to talk. "Make him nice and wet so that he can fuck your ass." "MMMMmmmppphhh." "Such a naughty girl, sucking that stranger's cock. Wetting it for her ass." Feeling that I may not be able to control myself much longer, I decide it's time to move to the next step. Pulling the cock from Paula's sucking mouth I reach around her and press it to her bottom. "You'll have to help him find the right place." I tell her. Leaning forward, Paula reaches behind her and guides the rubber cock to her ass. The keening sound begins again. It is heavenly looking at Paula: swollen breasts topped with rock-hard nipples, slim waist, and sexy hips. A flush has developed all over her. As she straightens, I can only see the landing strip of her impaled pussy. The rubber cock begins to slide into her ass. "OOOOooohhh. OOOOooohh." More keening from Paula. "So naughty, getting both her holes fucked at once. Do you like Charlie's cock fucking you up your little ass?" "OOOOoooohhh." I can feel the foreign cock through the thin tissue between her pussy and ass. Paula is really getting loud; thank goodness for the television downstairs. I know she won't last long as I try to force more of the cock into her. Stretched so, her pussy is gripping me like a vice. I withdraw the stranger's cock and press it in further. This sets Paula off completely as she climaxes violently above me. She is loud. Never very far away, my orgasm is triggered by hers and I explode into her with a grunt. Panting, Paula collapses onto me. We lay together, catching our breath; reveling in closeness, totally spent. "Sean, you are so good." She compliments. "We are so good together or perhaps, so bad together." "Do you think what we do is bad?" "I think whatever we do together, in the privacy of our own home, that doesn't hurt anyone and brings such pleasure, can never be bad." "Well, I still think you are so good. I owe you" "Well, thank you and you're welcome. As far as owing me, have you considered Charlie's email?" Earlier in the week, Charlie and Rose had sent an email asking about our winter travel plans. They were considering visiting the same resort in Jamaica as the previous year and wanted to know if we could join them. "I don't know." Paula replied. "It was a lot of money. It's not like it wasn't beautiful, and I know we had a good time and all, it's just." "A little awkward." "Yes. If we made plans to go at the same time, it would be expected that we would, you know, do things with them again." "Sexual things." "Yes, and I don't know how I feel about that. It's one thing to, you know, have something like that just happen. It's another to plan for something like that." "I know what you mean. As much fun as it was tonight to pretend that you were sucking Charlie, I'm not sure how I would feel about the real thing. After what Rose did, I think they would kind of expect you to reciprocate. They would expect you to suck Charlie's cock" We lay together quietly. I don't know what Paula was thinking, but I was replaying the whole episode of Charlie and Rose in my mind. It was great, watching the girls do each other, and my blowjob from Rose was great; but truthfully, I wasn't sure how I felt about Paula really sucking Charlie's cock. On one hand, it was exciting; on the other it was troubling. "If we are uncomfortable about it, we shouldn't go." I summarized. "However, there is one little thing you could do for me." "What?" "Halloween is next week." "Oh no, not that again." "Yes. You said you owed me, and it's not like it's a major ordeal." "You and the whole Halloween thing. What are you trying to do, live your life vicariously?" "I don't think so, this is only one night. If I were trying to live it, whatever that word you used, it would probably be for more than one night. Besides, we usually go out anyway and you've dressed up before." "Not the way I'm sure you have planned for me to dress." "True, but that's a part of you paying me off." "Alright. Fine. I hope I don't live to regret agreeing to this." And with that, my plan was given the green light. To explain: for the last few years Paula and I have gone to a brewpub on the south fork of Long Island on Halloween night. They hold a fund-raiser for breast cancer research and it draws a good crowd for dancing, drinking and socializing. Costumes are optional, but generally more than half of the participants dress up. While there are any number of witches and monsters, there have been many really original and creative costumes. What I planned was not very original: Paula would be a sexy nurse and I a philandering doctor. After searching the local costume stores, I found what I was looking for. My costume was merely surgical scrubs, complete with hat and booties to cover my shoes. Paula's on the other hand was much more interesting, as you might expect. Her costume was a white, one-piece smock, very short and cut very low. It included a cute, white hat. I added to this: white, thigh-high stockings, a white g-string thong and we found her some sexy white high heels. The costume and hat had silly red crosses on them, but I couldn't really do anything about it. I drew a red cross on the front of her g-sting to match and using the computer created some realistic looking identifications. She became Paula Goodlay, RN and I became Sean Love, MD, like the Kiss song: "They call me Doctor Love". Time seemed to stand still for the next few days, waiting. I felt like a little kid before Christmas. I had shown Paula the outfits, but I don't know if she had ever tried hers on. She certainly hadn't tried it on in front of me, much to my chagrin. We enjoyed sex together again during those days, but nothing extraordinary. I had hoped we could play with the costumes and have a steamy session, but was disappointed. When Halloween evening finally arrived, I laid her costume out. "I don't want to be a dick about this, but it would really be cool if you, you know, used up a razor for me, down there." I stammered. "Of course." Her curt reply. This wasn't really going as smoothly as I had envisioned. I wanted Paula to be really "up" for this, not doing it out of obligation. Thinking, when in doubt, use alcohol. "You know, all this stuff only cost like $80. It's not the end of the world if we don't go. I want you to enjoy yourself and be happy." As I handed Paula a beer. "We'll go. It'll be fine." I wasn't convinced. I didn't want to fight, but I also didn't want to take a pouting, put-upon wife out for a night of pretend partying. Paula disappeared into the shower. I opened my own beer and checked email. My curious, investigative side noted with some degree of hope and satisfaction that her shower ran long. When I heard the water stop, I went back to our room. Paula stood, holding the costume in front of her. "Sean, there is no way this is going to work." She determined. "What?" "This costume. It's way too short." "It's supposed to be. It wouldn't be a payback if you were wearing a burlap sack." "How am I supposed to do anything with this? If I even move the wrong way, everyone will see my butt." "Move carefully." Paula shot me an exasperated look. "By the way, a Wonderbra would go well with this." I added. She shot me another exasperated look. Paula disappeared back into the bathroom, closing the door. I sat on our chair, waiting with my beer. I reminded her through the door that I needed the shower too. Minutes later, she emerged, wearing the costume. She stood before the mirror, turning left and right. She looked fantastic. Now I've said this before, Paula has great boobs. She complains that they aren't big enough (36B) but she will admit that they have a wonderful shape. One of these days I'll have to write about our trip to Saratoga Springs and the night she flashed her boobs repeatedly. The low cut of the top showed the swell of her cleavage. The bottom of the smock was almost embarrassingly short, covering her bottom by scant inches. She would have to be very careful how she moved. Accepting her fate, Paula fixed her hair and makeup and put on the stockings, shoes and hat. There must have been a foot of bare thigh revealed from the bottom of her costume to the top of her thigh-high stockings. She looked like a wet dream come true. "You look stunning." I complimented as I handed her another beer. "I look like I could be arrested." "No, that was Saratoga Springs." "Nobody saw me but you there." "That's what you think." Emerging from the shower, I put on my surgical scrubs. Paula was still pulling on the bottom of her costume, trying to make it longer. "Sorry, that's as long as it gets." I teased as I pinned on her id. "Let's see those panties." Giving a sideways glance, Paula pulled the bottom of the costume up, revealing the white g-string thong with cute red cross. "Perfect." My reply. Handing Paula a beer for the road, we jumped into the car for the drive to the brewpub. One kid was hanging out with a group at her friend's house while my son stayed home handing out candy to treat or treaters. Thankfully, the evening was comfortably warm for Halloween in New York. Paula managed some degree of modesty sitting on the seat, her bare thighs exposed. I ran my hands over them appreciatively, and was surprised when she didn't push me away. Taking the cue, I leaned over and kissed her. She kissed back. "Everything cool?" I queried. "Yeah, this will be OK. I'll just have to be careful. At least you aren't making me go commando" "Hmmmmm. Maybe later tonight." "Me and my big mouth." "It's a wonderful mouth, take it from someone who knows." The drive seemed to take forever. Arriving, Paula gripped my hand strongly as we walked up to the door of the pub. I watched with amusement as she squirmed at the entrance as I paid the cover and discretely observed several men checking her out. The place was predictably mobbed, with the dance floor already packed with moving bodies. The DJ was cranking out some bass-heavy rap that seemed to appeal to the younger set at an ear-splitting volume. Shouting my beer order out to the bartender I surveyed the crowd. The main bar and dance floor seemed to be populated of twentysomethings with a scattering of thirtysomethings. Costumes were well represented. There were countless witches, some sexy, some not, a number of various ghouls and obligatory French maids. My informal survey suggested that more women than men chose to dress up, and more selected sexy costumes than scary ones. This was fine with me; I'd just have to be careful not to get caught by Paula checking out any of the girls. Escaping the noise of the main bar and dance floor, we moved to the quieter, side bar. From there we could still see most of the pub as well as observe new arrivals coming through the front. Fearing she may expose a little too much, Paula didn't sit, instead she leaned against the bar. I stood next to her, enjoying my beer. There was quite a bit of traffic both in and out of the front door. Since smoking is prohibiting in any public place, the smokers all had to go outside to partake. This gave us the added opportunity to view the revelers and comment to each other on the costumes. It's Only Your Hand Ch. 03 "You must be eating up all the French maids." Paula noted with mock disdain. "None are as cute as you." "Nice save. You are only saying that because I'm here." "No, really. I haven't seen one that really does it for me." This was actually true. While many of the women were very attractive, the comfort and intimacy that has developed between Paula and I counts for a lot. We had a second beer. The place was getting crowded and we were squished together at the end of the side bar. This closeness provided an opportunity for a few kisses which were warmer than I expected in a public place. "Nice smooch, how about another?" I queried Paula. "Later." Looking up, I noticed a new couple coming into the pub. They seemed to be maybe a year or two older than ourselves. She wore a nice witch outfit and he was dressed as a vampire. On the surface, nothing out of the ordinary here tonight, but something was different about them. I'm not gay or anything, but the guy was quite handsome and the woman was stunning. They seemed to exude class or refinement or something. I couldn't put my finger on it. While he paid the cover, the woman stepped into the doorway, surveying the pub. I was mesmerized. Again, there was just something about her, confidence, or cockiness or something. She gazed at me and I gazed back. Our eyes locked and I surprised myself by not looking away, holding her gaze. Ordinarily, I'm too shy to lock eyes with an attractive woman I don't know. Smiling slightly, she looked me up and down in a most provocative way. I smiled back. Finally her mate joined her side and they went into the main bar area. Her costume had a large slit in the dress part, revealing nice, long legs. "She was pretty obvious, don't you think?" Paula commented. This answered my question of whether Paula had noticed. "Yeah, kinda weird." I replied. "She wants you." "She has a guy with her, besides, I'm not available." "It didn't look like that mattered to her." Like us, it didn't take the new couple long to grab their beers at the main bar and head for the quieter side bar where we were. I wondered if they were going to approach us after the doorway incident, but they went to the other side of the room. They stayed together; perhaps they were waiting for another couple. It felt funny, having them across the room after the whole "looking up and down" thing and I kept stealing glances over to see if they were checking us out. I couldn't tell for sure. "They have really nice costumes, expensive." Paula observed. "Yeah, almost like what you'd see in the movies or something." "I've been watching them, and they keep stealing glances towards us." "I know, I feel a little like I'm under the microscope." We ordered another beer and Paula excused herself to visit the ladies room. This left a small gap at the bar which the mystery couple filled moments later as they ordered two more beers. Close up, they were both very attractive. Their costumes looked professional. I decided to break the ice. "Beautiful costumes." I remarked. "Why thank you, Doctor Love, is it?" The woman replied, holding my phony ID gently. Her touch seemed electric. Up close, she was even prettier than I first thought. Blushing a bit, I answered, "Yes, tonight I'm Doctor Sean Love, although I hope not to encounter any emergencies. In a few moments I hope you'll meet my wife, Nurse Paula Goodlay." "She kept her maiden name?" Teased the gentleman. "You could say that, it seemed more, interesting." They both had a slight British accent and seemed remarkable comfortable meeting someone new. We struck up a light conversation about the brewpubs offerings. Finally, Paula returned from the restroom. "Long line?" I asked as I kissed her. "Always, it's so unfair. They should make the ladies room twice the size of the men's." Turning towards our new friends, I offered, "Let me introduce my wife, Paula." "A pleasure." The gentleman replied taking her hand. "I am Robert, and this is my wife Marjorie." We all shook hands among a chorus of "pleased to meet you". Robert was a bit smaller than me at about 5'10" and 175lbs I estimated. He was trim, tan and his salt and pepper hair was cut perfectly. Marjorie was slightly smaller than Paula at about 5'4" and 110lbs. Under her witch's hat, her dark hair was teased into the kind of "big hair" that you used to see in the 80's. While I had enjoyed viewing her legs through the slit in her skirt when she walked in, I was now able to enjoy seeing her ample breasts, snug under her costume top. "Did I detect a faint British accent?" I asked. "Both Marjorie and I were born in England, but we've been here in the states since 1980." Replied Robert. "So, what do you do to keep busy here?" "I spent a number of years in investment banking. I'm quasi-retired now. Marjorie seems to spend most of her days finding new ways to spend money." He teased. "That's not true; don't listen to a word he says." Marjorie countered. "Besides picking up behind him, I work at lots of jobs." "Unfortunately, volunteer jobs pay nothing." Robert rebuffed. I began thinking things over. Their whole demeanor, his name, Robert as opposed to Bob, their dress and manicured appearance and Marjorie's volunteer jobs screamed, "Old money" to me. The four of us conversed well, especially considering the noise of the pub. When the DJ put on a funky, Marvin Gaye tune, Paula and I excused ourselves to the dance floor, entrusting our friends to save our place at the bar. It was fun to watch Paula try to dance without showing her rear. Ultimately, she threw caution to the wind, grinding her pelvis to the beat. A number of appreciative stares followed her moves and I'm sure more than a few patrons had a nice eyeful. Returning to the bar, Marjorie remarked, "Paula, that is a very sexy outfit. Sean must never let you out of his sight." "I'm too fat really to wear this, but Sean insisted." "Nonsense, you look wonderful." "Well, thank you. I hope I didn't flash too much out there." "Robert and I watched breathlessly and you were never indecent. Titillating perhaps, but never indecent." "Well, thank you again. That is a beautiful outfit you have on, sexy but subtle." "She should show you how sexy it can become." Interjected Robert. "Oh, I don't think that would be a good idea here. This doesn't really seem to be that kind of party." Marjorie countered. "What kind of party would be good for seeing the sexy side of your costume?" I asked. "We've been to house parties and such where the tone was flashier." Marjorie answered. "We weren't sure what kind of party they throw here at this pub, so I was prepared either way." "So, if things were getting sexy here, your outfit could change?" I asked. "Sort of." "I think this corner is secluded enough that you could discretely show them." Countered Robert. Marjorie and Robert stood a moment looking at one another. It was obvious that Marjorie was deciding whether to take him up on his offer. Robert had a rather challenging expression on his face, his eyebrows raised. "Calling my bluff so soon?" Queried Marjorie of Robert. "No time like the present." Looking a bit unsure of herself, Marjorie turned her back towards the pub and faced us. The dim light prevented me from being certain, but it looked like she may have blushed slightly as she unbuttoned the front of the witches outfit. As the last button was opened, she looked briefly over her shoulder at the crowd, as the three of us looked intently at her. As she opened the front of the outfit we could see Marjorie was wearing a black corset, her generous breasts pressed tightly up. The corset ended at the bottom of her rib cage displaying an enviously flat tummy. Below that, black garters held her black stockings up and black panties finished the ensemble. "Wow." Came my eloquent response. Finally convincing my tongue to work, I continued, "The inside of your outfit is even more dramatic than the outside." "Thank you." Marjorie's limited reply. "As you may have guessed, Marjorie and I share some degree of fun dressing her up and showing her off. I must add that she takes great pains to keep her shape in line." Robert explained. "She's done a fantastic job. You should both be commended for dressing and showing. A special thank-you for sharing with us." I added. "You're very welcome. In another setting we may enjoy showing you more." Robert replied, eyeing Marjorie for a response. "Yes, perhaps." She responded as she began buttoning up her costume, much to my dismay. Paula had remained silent throughout this whole event. She didn't look shocked, and my complimenting Marjorie didn't seem to offend her. She just seemed speechless. Wanting to involve her, I declared, "Paula should show you the one little accessory that we added to her costume." "Yes, do show." Chimed in Robert, immediately. "What accessory? The ID badge?" Paula quizzed. "Your third red cross." I replied. "It would only seem fair. Besides, I have a feeling that a handful of people on the dance floor have seen that or more already." Paula blushed quite obviously. Robert and Marjorie stood in front of her, waiting expectantly. Looking towards me for reassurance, Paula moved her hand to the front of her costume. "Right here, right now?" She asked me. I nodded my head, and with that Paula pulled the bottom of her costume up, revealing her white g-sting panties with the cute red cross for just a moment. "Bravo!" Exclaimed Robert. "A wonderful accessory." Added Marjorie. Pulling me to her, Paula whispered, "I can't believe I just did that." "People on the beach see more, especially some of the beaches we occasionally visit." With that, both couples returned to their beers. Marjorie and Robert were obviously discussing something quietly together. The music from the dance floor masked their conversation. Teasing Paula, I ask, "So, nurse Goodlay, are you always so brazen?" "Stop, you wanted me to. Besides, Marjorie showed more." "Yes, but witches aren't expected to uphold high moral values. As a respectable nurse, you must control your wild side." "Who says I'm respectable?" "That's my girl!" Paula and I hugged and kissed for a bit, the kiss quickly becoming a little to hot for public display. "Stop. You'll have to wait for later." Paula scolds as she pushes me away. "Come along, let me rescue you from this brute." Marjorie declares as she pulls Paula to the dance floor. Robert and I sip our beers as we watch our wives become enveloped in the crowd. I was disappointed because I really wanted to watch them dance together. "Great fun, this Halloween stuff." Robert remarks. "Yes. Especially enjoyable if you can allow yourself to be something else, someone else." "Marjorie and I were wondering if the two of you would be interested in hooking up with us afterward." "Hooking up, like for a drink?" "Well, yes, that could be part of it." "Or hooking up in the context of today's youth?" "Well, possibly that as well." "Do you and Marjorie live what they call, the lifestyle?" "Yes, I believe that is the correct term." "What did you have in mind, specifically?" "As much or as little as you and Paula are comfortable with. Marjorie is up for it and is probably speaking with Paula about this very topic right now. You both seem comfortable with yourselves, is this something you've done before?" "We've really only had the briefest of experiences. A couple we met in Jamaica last January. Paula and I did soft in front of him and Paula used her hand. Later, we met them again. His wife was rather assertive and the women, shall we say, enjoyed themselves. Finally, the other woman used her mouth on me. That was about it." "Sounds most exciting. We could repeat something to that effect if that is the bounds of your comfort zone." "I'd have to talk to Paula of course, but I must say that I can probably speak for her when I say that we find you both attractive." "Of course, speak with her. The attraction is mutual." "So we are clear, I am straight only. Paula is usually only straight, although she did fool around with the other woman that time, so it would be up to her." "Understood. Marjorie is quite bi. I am straight, although open-minded." We finished our beers and I finished Paula's too. Suddenly I was quite thirsty. We ordered more for everyone. Suddenly, the pub didn't hold my interest as much as it did a few moments before. The girls returned. Paula made a beeline to me and quite obviously, pulled me aside. "Did Robert talk to you?" She asked. "Yes." "About swinging?" "Yes." "Oh shit." Paula drained about a third of her beer. "What did you tell him?" "I told him I would have to talk to you about it." "Did you say you wanted to?" "I didn't say one way or the other. I did relate an overview of what we did with Rose and Charlie." "You told him about that?" "Just an overview, no specifics. He was wondering about our experience level." "What is their experience level?" "You know, I didn't ask, but I'm thinking that if they are propositioning us and he said they are living the lifestyle, I would guess that they do this." "All the time?" "I have no idea. I doubt all the time, probably when the mood strikes them." "What do you want to do?" "Well, it's not like this is totally uncharted waters for us. We did do what we did with Charlie, and it was okay. I'd be willing to do a soft and see where it goes." "A soft?" "Yeah, you know, I do you while he does her in the same room, or bed or whatever." "We don't fool around with the other couple?" "Not in a strict soft we don't, but nothing says it has to stop there. He said as much or as little as we would want to do. We could start soft and just wait and see." "I can't believe we are even talking about this, let alone, you know, really thinking about doing it." "We don't have to. You and I can have great fun tonight all alone. We've pretended about this before and we can just pretend again. Or we can just try soft and if it gets weird or something, just bug out." "She's very beautiful; I know you want to see her." "Don't start getting like that. This isn't about me wanting her, or about you wanting him or what they want to see or do. This is about what we want together. We've fantasized about this and experimented with it before. Is this something you want to try again?" "I don't know." "That's not a valid answer. You don't get to get away with that here." "Really, I just don't know." "How did you get along with Marjorie?" "She was nice. No pressure. She said she and Robert like to do this sometimes and that we seemed like a good match." "He says she's bi." "I don't know if I want to do that again. I did it with Rose because, well you wanted it and she wanted it and it didn't seem too bad, but I don't know if I want to again." "Nobody is asking you to, I was just telling you. I think they probably do the whole thing, everything, but we don't have to do anything. You know, if this is a hassle, I'll just tell them thanks, but no thanks." I started to pull away from Paula. "No wait. Let me think for a minute." We waited a moment, drinking our beers. I looked over at Robert and Marjorie, half expecting them to be watching us intently, but if they had been watching us, they had been doing is discretely, because they were facing away, talking quietly to each other. "We could leave at any time?" Paula asked. "Yes. As soon as we get there, or anytime afterward." "We wouldn't have to do anything with them?" "Nothing. Just you and I. They get to watch, we get to watch." "Okay, I'll do it." And with that, the stage was set. I went to Robert and Marjorie and told them we would be honored to softly share with them. Sensing that the moment was fragile, we all drained our beers and headed to the parking lot. Since we needed our car with us, we decided to follow them to their house. They had a big silver Mercedes which was easy to follow and reinforced my earlier supposition that they had serious money. They lived quite close by which also didn't surprise me too much since the brewpub was situated in a rather ritzy neighborhood. This was the part of Long Island that attracted celebrities during the summer months. Probably not too many around here at Halloween, I thought. Their driveway was guarded by a big wrought-iron gate that opened automatically in front of them. The house was hidden from the road by tall hedges and the driveway was very long. They pulled into a four-car garage and we parked just outside of it. The house was spectacular, really more than I could go into here. Serious big money. I should have been an investment banker. Robert welcomed us into the home through a giant kitchen and into the family room. He lit the gas fireplace with a remote control and urged us to make ourselves at home on the sofa. Marjorie headed upstairs to change. The carpet was thick, the furniture large and comfortable. Already I could feel the heat from the fireplace as Robert retreated to the kitchen to fetch more drinks. We decided to stay with beer although I'm sure he could have offered some wonderful scotch. Marjorie returned, now dressed only in a short, fluffy, white robe. Her hair was a little tamer without the pointed hat. She took the beer offered by Robert and sat down on the loveseat. The robe left almost all of her long legs exposed. The lights were dim, but not dark and the fireplace illuminated us to best effect. Sexual energy was palpable. Paula's eyes were sparkling as she drained off half her beer. I didn't wait for an invitation, but immediately went to her side and kissed her. From the corner of my eye, I saw Robert do the same with Marjorie. It was different making out with Paula while the same was taking place not ten feet away. I had never really double-dated, even as a teen; so it was funny to be kissing and groping while another couple was doing the same next to us. Paula and I both smiled with our eyes as we caught each other looking over at the other couple. It hadn't taken Robert long to shed his clothes and Marjorie proved she wore nothing under her robe as she dropped it to the floor. I had my hand under Paula's short smock and into her g-string. She was very wet. Upon hearing a quiet gasp from Robert, we looked over in time to see Marjorie taking his cock into her mouth. Paula and I both paused briefly to watch in ardor as Marjorie enthusiastically sucked him. It was so hot, watching her take him deeply into her mouth. He was about as big as I am, but on a smaller person it looked even bigger. I was briefly embarrassed as they both looked over to us and caught us staring until Robert smiled. Since this was what we both wanted, nobody was being a peeping tom. Marjorie took him out of her mouth and began rubbing his cock over her face. She looked over and smiled but didn't say a word, licking him like a lollipop, showing off her husband and her cocksucking ability. Not to be outdone, Paula dropped to her knees in front of me, working on my pants. From her position, I knew our friends could see her ass completely. I helped her remove my clothes and sat back enjoying the sensation of my very horny wife sucking my cock in front of the other couple. As much as I enjoy blowjobs and shooting my load into Paula's hungry mouth, I didn't want this session to end yet. I stopped Paula and gently pushed her onto her back on the floor. Since she was now the only one still clothed, I first pulled off her sopping g-string, finding that she had truly been busy with her razor. Except for the narrowest landing strip, her pussy was completely bare. Taking the cue, she began unbuttoning her costume and unsnapping her bra. As the last articles of clothes came off we both noticed that Robert and Marjorie had paused briefly to watch the show. I had an excellent side view of Marjorie's full breasts as she knelt before Robert. They were just too perfect, and I suspected that she had had surgical enhancement. Unfortunately, I couldn't really see her pussy from the side. It's Only Your Hand Ch. 03 With Paula now completely naked before me, I settled down to some serious pussy eating. I just love running my tongue over her shaved snatch and from her quiet moans, it would seem that she was enjoying herself as well. The other couple joined us on the floor with Marjorie positioned alongside Paula, but opposite with her head towards me. It was exciting to eat pussy with an audience, especially one so close and a woman to boot. I worked to keep Paula right on the edge of orgasm, which tonight didn't seem too hard to do. Robert was busy between Marjorie's legs and from her sounds; he was doing a good job. Both women seemed to get very close to coming at the same time, and Robert and I both pulled back to let them cool off a bit. As I backed off, Marjorie sat up slightly and turned to Paula. Robert and I watched as she tentatively ran her hand across Paula's thighs and lower tummy. Paula was watching, but she didn't move or say anything. Sensing no resistance, Marjorie ran her hand over Paula's mound, toying with the sparse hair. "So nice." Marjorie announced as she ran her thumb over Paula's clit. "May I have the smallest taste?" Paula's only response was to lay her head back with her eyes closed. Again sensing no resistance, Marjorie moved over Paula, pushing her head between Paula's spread legs. Really wanting to see this, I put my head on the floor between Paula's legs and gently pushed Marjorie's hair out of the way. From there I could see Marjorie running her tongue over Paula's slit clearly. Paula began to moan a little too forcefully. "Careful now," I cautioned Marjorie, "we don't want her to come yet." Marjorie pulled up, smiling. She understood. Remaining on her side, she resumed gently rubbing Paula's mound. "Paula dear, can I borrow your husband's member for a spell?" Marjorie asked. "I suspect that I needn't ask for his approval." "Be my guest." Paula responded. Marjorie sat on her haunches and motioned for both Robert and I to stand before her. Taking both of our cocks into her warm hands, she jacked us briefly before impaling her mouth on first one, and then the other hard member. I have to admit, she sucked well. At one point she had the tip of each of us in her mouth at the same time, but never tried to get more than that in. "Such fun, having two." She declared quite comfortably. Paula sat up, moving in front of Marjorie, sitting in the same fashion. She watched, transfixed as the other woman deftly manipulated two cocks. "Do you want to give it a try, just for a minute?" I asked quietly. I didn't know if I wanted her to say yes or no. "I don't know." Paula replied with her stock answer. Now I know that this is the answer that means yes, but our new friends didn't know this. It hurt my heart in a way to hear her disguised yes, but it hardened my cock at the same time. This would be a first for us, Paula having another man in her mouth. "You should try it, just for a moment." Encouraged Marjorie as she continued her oral assault on us. We all waited expectantly. Paula wouldn't make a move, yet she remained right in front of us watching intently. Robert had a smug look on his face, enjoying his wife's sucking and the idea of Paula doing him next. Marjorie seemed happy to continue working both of our cocks. I was getting closer to orgasm and again I wanted this to last. Truthfully, the whole prospect of Paula taking the next step seemed to be lighting my fire as much as Marjorie's soft mouth and hand. My gaze shifted between Marjorie's pretty face working our cocks and Paula's pretty face watching her and looking me in the eye, waiting. I knew if this was going to happen, I would have to be the one to do it. I ran the idea through my head again and again. This was more than just her hand. Of course she wouldn't have to suck him until he came in her mouth. I finally decided that this wasn't something to be analyzed to death, we are here, this is now and I know Paula's secret code. Wordlessly, I put my hand on the back of Paula's head, urging her forward. Her eyes expressed fear and excitement, but she came up on her knees closer to Marjorie and our cocks. Smiling, Marjorie offered them to Paula. Taking a cock into each hand, Paula began stroking us near her face. Either to show me favoritism, or to delay the next step, she took me into her mouth as she continued to jack Robert. Marjorie remained close, surveying the scene, smiling. I watched my wife, bobbing up and down with her mouth as she stroked with her hand. After perhaps a dozen strokes, she pulled her mouth from me and faced Robert. This was the moment of truth for the next step. She paused briefly and I wondered if she would lose her nerve before tentatively taking him into her mouth. Inch by inch, Paula worked our new friend's cock into her mouth as I watched. She was so mesmerized, she didn't even stroke me. It was just as well, I might have come! "Isn't two just twice the fun?" Teased Marjorie. Paula looked over with her eyes smiling, but didn't answer since her mouth was full. After another dozen strokes she switched again to me. She had done it, and the sky hadn't fallen. I only felt excitement. She continued, back and forth on us a few times when Marjorie moved tightly against her, mashing their breasts together. "Sorry to be so forward, but I really want a share." Marjorie announced. The two women now shared the two cocks, sliding them between their lips and into their mouths. Mouths and cocks seemed everywhere and at one point only the two women's mouths were together in a deep kiss. I found this to be quite hot and wondered if more would develop when Marjorie pulled away and announced it was time for Robert to fuck her. With this, she promptly laid onto her back with her legs spread. I could finally get a good view of her pussy and somehow wasn't surprised to see both that she had no tan lines and that her pussy was completely shaved. Robert took his place between her legs and began to slowly fuck her. Paula and I watched only briefly before I again took charge. I was hoping to see a bit more kissing between the girls, so I positioned Paula on the floor opposite Marjorie with their heads next to each other. It took no encouragement for Paula to spread her legs and I slipped inside easily. To say that she was drenched would be a serious understatement! Robert and I both were taking slow, deep strokes. In my position above Paula, all four of our faces were within inches of each other. I kissed Paula as I watched Marjorie and Robert do the same. I don't know why I was surprised when Marjorie indicated that she wanted me to kiss her as well, but I was. Paula watched as the other woman and I locked lips. Marjorie was a good kisser with a lightning fast tongue, a tongue I remembered from just moments before. It was most unique to be fucking one woman as you kiss another, but the night seemed destined for such things. In maintaining fairness, it was my turn to watch as Robert then kissed Paula intensely. I finally got my wish yet again when Robert turned Marjorie's head towards Paula. Taking the hint, the two women began kissing. I don't know why two women kissing turns me on so much, but it does. My orgasm threatened and I had to pull out to avoid coming. Marjorie noticed my condition and interrupted their kiss to take advantage of the situation: "Paula dear, can I borrow your husband's member again?" She asked. You'd think she was asking for a cup of sugar or something. "Since he's taken it away from me, you might as well." As she feigned dejection. Turning onto all fours, Marjorie moved towards me. In what looked like a well-rehearsed movement, as Marjorie took me into her mouth, Robert began fucking her doggie-style. Paula looked on eagerly as the men double-teamed the other woman, fucking her from both ends. I urged Paula over to me. She knelt next to me, where I could whisper to her; Marjorie's head bobbing on my cock before us. I was getting close to coming again, damn I wish I had better control! "Is this something you'd like to try?" I whispered. "I don't know." "It's part of the ongoing fantasy." "I know, I just don't know." "We may never get the chance again." "Do you want me to?" "Yes." With this, I gently urged her onto her hands and knees. Pulling away from Marjorie, I moved behind Paula, burying my cock into her cunt and began pumping her. "Robert, be a chap and bring yourself here for a bit." I invited. Marjorie smiled as her husband disengaged himself from her and knee-walked in front of Paula. Taking his slick cock into her hand, Paula guided it to her mouth where she commenced sucking it. This was finally too much for me to take, the whole night of mental and physical stimulation conspired against my willpower and I exploded. Pounding Paula for all I was worth, I emptied my come into her, crying out. My pounding forced Robert's cock deep into her throat. Between that and my orgasm, Paula's orgasm was triggered, because she began moaning and came as well. As my orgasm finally subsided, I thought I was going to collapse. Robert promptly pulled away from Paula in what I sensed was a close call for his own orgasm. He was quite the gentleman for not coming in Paula's mouth, although I wouldn't have blamed him. Given the circumstances, I'm sure Paula would have sucked it all down. Returning to Marjorie, Robert gently turned her over onto her back and began fucking her again. There was an urgency about their coupling now and Marjorie pulled her legs up over Robert's shoulders as he began really pounding her. I was shocked by how loud they both became as they worked towards their release. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh, FUCK ME YOU BRUTE!" Marjorie yelled. Moments later they collapsed together in intense orgasm. For the next few minutes there was no noise except the fireplace and our heavy breathing. Paula and I spooned, facing the other couple who did the same. "I love you." I whispered to Paula. "I love you too." She whispered back. "I didn't push you too far, did I?" "No, everything's fine." We shared another beer with our hosts before gathering our clothes and leaving. Exchanging telephone numbers, we promised to stay in touch. Marjorie and Robert would be leaving for Spain by the end of November and wouldn't return until April, so it was difficult to determine when we could get back together.