1 comments/ 117926 views/ 10 favorites The 'Train' Experience By: LostinLA In the quiet suburbia known as Westmont, they were the in-crowd of the thirties and early forties set. These married couples were all affluent, sophisticated, intelligent and attractive people and they naturally gravitated together in a gourmet super club that met once a month in one of their homes. Cocktails, gourmet meals, wine and lots of stimulating party conversation made it a very enjoyable time for everyone. They were a comfortable, friendly, close-knit group. Who am I? I'm one of the husbands in the group and I have a story to tell about our gourmet super club. The evening when it went far beyond what it had been. Perhaps I should provide a brief description of the members. My name is Dan and I am a successful corporate lawyer, age 32, 6 ft 2 inches tall and an athletic 210 lbs. My wife Bonnie is 30 years old, a 5 ft 6 inch tall blue-eyed blonde with a trim body that is both busty and leggy; a great combination in anyone's book. The other couples are Joe and Dianne, the youngest couple, both 30 years old, of Italian descent and very fit; Jack and (can you believe it) Jill, well preserved old timers at 41 and 37 years old; Mike and Sally, in their mid thirties and both avid gym fanatics; Pete and Barbara, late thirties, an attractive couple, the most conservative of our little group; and last but not least, our next door neighbors, Tom and Carol, both in their mid thirties and very good looking. Carol is a real pistol, having one of those rare personalities that can really get things going at a party. Whenever things get a little wild, you can be sure that Carol had a hand in it. Being a gorgeous redhead contributes to her capability as an instigator because men are naturally inclined to go along with her flirtatious escapades and the woman like her, despite her effect on the men. That's because Carol knows how to be a good friend and "just one of the girls" on the numerous occasions that the women get together. This particular evening we were at Tom and Carol's, had finished a wonderful meal and were gathered in the large basement recreation room of their spacious home. As often happens, the group had split into the men on one side of the room around the bar and the ladies at the other end relaxing on couches surrounding a large fireplace. A flickering fire in the fireplace added to the cozy atmosphere. By this time in the evening everyone was getting a bit buzzed and boisterous laughter rippled through the room. The guys were talking over current event's when Jack mentioned that he heard Rush Limbaugh on the radio comment about something called a "train" that was the latest rage for American teenagers. Limbaugh had bemoaned the fact that Bill Clinton popularized oral sex and, as a result, teenage boys and girls had developed a group activity involving fellatio. As several of the men present were fathers of teenagers, there was an immediate reaction to this news. "Damn", said Pete, "just what the hell is a "train"?" Jack laughed and said that the inference of the talk show host was that the boys got in a line with their peckers hanging out and that the girls went down the line sucking on them. "You've got to be kidding" said Pete, looking indignant, and then commented that he was sure that his 15-year-old baby girl would not do such a thing. Joe chuckled and said "I sure wish they had "trains" when I was a horny teenager". "Damn right!" said Tom and Mike in unison, both being fathers of teenage boys and thus proving that a double standard was alive and well in suburbia. All of the men laughed and heartily agreed, except Pete, who exclaimed, "I just don't believe that this "train" thing is actually happening". At that moment, Carol, being a good hostess, was approaching the bar to get more wine for the women seated around the fireplace. "What "train" thing?" she innocently asked. Tom looked around at his wife and said "you won't believe it". "Try me" said Carol, never one to be easily brushed off. "Well', said Tom, "it seems that teenagers today have a new party game" – "a new version of spin the bottle you might say." At this, several of the men laughed and poked each other in the ribs. The male hilarity caught the attention of the women sitting on the couches and they moved over to where the men were congregated. "Hey guys, your better halves want to know what's so funny" said Barbara. Tom pointed at Jack and said "ok fellow, you brought the subject up, now you finish it". Jack looked around with some embarrassment and saw that everyone was looking at him. The men were grinning and the women looked inquisitive and a little irked at being left out of the fun. So Jack related again what he had heard on the radio. "I don't believe it" said Barbara, Pete's strait-laced wife. "Kids wouldn't be doing those things" said Sally, the protective mother of a teenage boy. Dianne snickered and said to Sally "how do you know that?" Everyone fell silent for a moment and then Tom laughed and said "well, this "train" game sounds like a hell-of-a-lot-of-fun to me". All of the guys except Pete laughed, nodding their heads in agreement. After a moment, Mike looked at Pete and said, "come on Pete, if you were a high school kid again and had a chance to participate in a "train", you'd do it in a heartbeat". Pete thought for a moment and smiled sheepishly. "Yea", he said, "I'd be in line with the rest of you guys with my pecker stuck straight out for the girls on the "train"." His wife Barbara smacked him on the arm with an open hand, but a slight smile was tugging at the corners of her mouth. Carol looked around at the women and emphatically declared "hell yes, as a teenager I would have hopped on that "train" too" which brought cheers from the men and giggles from the women. Bonnie, my wife, flushed slightly as she too admitted that if she were a teenager today, she might just go along for a "train" ride. I was quite surprised. Bonnie is a very private person and her public admission caused raised eyebrows around the room. The other woman sat quietly, not saying anything. Carol giggled and exclaimed "wow, just think of it, a bunch of stiff cocks in a row; that sounds downright mouthwatering to me" and everyone laughed in appreciation of the exaggerated lustful look on her face as she spoke in jest. That broke the ice with some of the other girls. Jill pointed at Jack and said, "hey, the way you beg for blowjobs, I know that you'd go for a "train" ride if you had the chance". Jack nodded enthusiastically to everyone's amusement. Dianne giggled and told her friends that Joe loved nothing better than for her to go down on him. Joe, in response, reported that Dianne was very fond of oral reciprocation, particularly as in a "69". Dianne turned red, but laughingly agreed to the truth of that statement. Sexual tension, enhanced with a liberal amount of alcohol, was slowly building in the room. Well, you can count on Carol to keep the ball rolling. Standing in the center of the group, she stared into space for a moment with an inquisitive look on her face and then said "I just can't picture how the "train" would work; just what do the kids do?" "Blowjobs" the men chorused. "I know that" said Carol pretending exasperation, "but do the girls just pick one boy or do they rotate and do all the boys". "Well", I said (not to be out shined by my wife's immodest disclosure). "it would be more fun if the girls changed stations on schedule; that's definitely how I'd run my railroad". This got a good laugh from everyone. Jill asked, "do the teenage girls change partners after so much time; perhaps on some signal like in musical chairs". "Probably", said Jack, "that would make the most sense". "How does the game end?" asked Sally and Carol quipped "when all the guys have cum to their heart's content of course". Everyone laughed and applauded in agreement. "Well, I certainly never did anything like that when I was a teenage girl" snorted Barbara. "And don't you wish you had?" replied Carol. "Didn't you ever wonder about all the hardons in high school that you didn't get to hold in your hand, much less in your mouth?" Now the guys were all grinning, including Pete, Barbara's husband. "Think of the missed opportunities" said Carol, seductively smiling at her circle of friends. Then she cooed "so many cocks and so little time" with a pout on her face and that had everybody chuckling. I should tell you that my friend and neighbor Tom is a real opportunist. On impulse he floated a trial balloon. "We can establish our own gourmet super club "train" right here tonight; just among friends, and we can discover what teenagers are doing these days". Having captured the group's attention, Tom went on. "Call it social research to gain a better understanding of teenage sexual practices". Everyone snickered and Carol said, "yea, right Tom, you are such a benevolent soul". She grinned and continued. "Like you're really interested in teenage culture and not focused on that stiff prick in your pants." "Guilty as charged, your Honor" admitted Tom. Everyone laughed again, but you could see that some (and not just the guys) were thinking about how exciting it would be to experience a "train". Tom knew momentum when he saw it, so he stoked-the-fire by saying "of course teenage girls are curious, but you ladies are experienced in such matters, so the motivation for our "train" should be different. "Yea", said Carol, "every time I go down on you, there are always lots of rewards for me to enjoy". She smiled and addressed the men in the group. "You guys are so easy, it's almost like highway robbery. If a woman sucks your dick, you'll do anything for her." This comment was greeted with affirmative hoots and cheers from both the guys and the girls. Tom again sensed the moment and spoke up. "Here's an opportunity for fun that can be had in the secrecy of our little group and no one else will ever know." Looking around at his now silent friends, Tom continued. "We can find out what a teenage "train" is like and we can create an extravagant prize for the most successful female participant." Now Tom had everyone's attention. "Let's say each guy throws two hundred bucks into the pot and the lady who wins the contest will enjoy a day at the elegant Westmont Spa with all expenses paid. The guys eagerly agreed to the contribution, if for no other reason that to one-up the girls. There it was; the challenge had been made. Everyone was now quiet, each afraid to speak, not knowing what their spouse would say, or their friends might really think. For several years they had shared good food, fine wine and lively conversation, but were they ready for this? Some were looking down; others were looking around the room. Carol was the first to speak. "Ok girls, let's be honest. How many of you, if you were teenagers today, would do a "train"?" "Let's have a show of hands." The six women looked from one to another, then at their husbands. Carol put up her hand and looked at Bonnie, who slowly raised her hand while looking directly at me (I barely maintained a poker face). Dianne, Sally, Jill and Barbara looked at one another to see who would disagree, but seeing no strong resolve, they slowly raised their hands, making it unanimous. Carol, the instigator, was now in high gear. She gazed at her husband and ten close friends standing in a cluster. "Well, we aren't teenagers anymore and we didn't get to do a "train" when we were in high school. But as Tom suggested, we can have a little harmless fun and do our own adult version of a "train", or we can laugh it off as party chatter gone too far and forget about it." Nobody said anything. Dianne, with an embarrassed laugh, finally broke the silence and asked "well, what do we do now" and glanced at her husband Joe who appeared to be somewhere between bewitched and bewildered. Mike looked at Sally and said, "babe, if you want to do this, I'm ok with it." Sally looked back at him and then looked at Barbara, her closest friend in the group. Barbara looked at her husband, then at the other husbands and wives. Everyone was now swiveling heads, trying to determine the group dynamic. Tom spoke up again. "Ok, as a starting point, let's talk about how we would set up the "train" and the proposed rules. When that is done, everyone will have a chance to say yes or no." Looking around the room he added, "if the decision isn't unanimous, we simply won't do it. Is that fair enough?" I cleared my throat, glanced at Bonnie, and said, "there are six guys and six girls". "Most model trains run on an oval track, so the guys could be in two rows of three chairs, back-to-back, and the girls can make the circuit around them". "Good idea" said Tom, "that would certainly make a nice track on the rug in front of the fireplace. Sensing a lessening of resistance on the part of the women, Carol quickly injected that each wife would start with her husband, then rotate clockwise. After a few moments of silence, Jill asked "what would be the signal to change partners?" Tom thought for a few seconds and disclosed that he had a program on his laptop computer that would "beep" at whatever time intervals were set. I made a suggestion. "What about three minute intervals?" Joe spoke up and said "that would work". More silence. Mike asked "what happens when a guy cums? Tom hesitated, the said "how about if he moves over to the couch and watches. "No way" said Carol, "let the next girl get him up again as we need scoring opportunities in order to win," "That's true" said Jack, "the mathematics might not work otherwise". Sally asked "how is the winner decided?" Carol paused, then said "the first girl to shallow cum for a second time wins the contest". There was another brief period of silence as the group absorbed all that had just been discussed. Carol broke the silence. "Ok girls, let's get our act together". "This can be a lot of fun for us too". Observing excitement on the faces of the other women, Carol continued in a louder voice. "So, are we up to it? Or are we going to chicken out like the guys think we're going to do? Do you want a chance to win a luxurious day being pampered at the spa?" The girls all jumped up, carried away in a burst of enthusiasm, got in a circle like a soccer team and cheered in agreement. I couldn't believe that it was really going to happen. Tom quickly took charge. "Ladies, please go into the adjoining room and disrobe while the guys set-up the track with two rows of chairs." Carol, ever the efficient hostess, herded the wives into the other room. Tom stepped over to his computer and within a short time had programmed it to signal with a "beep" at three-minute intervals. The guys looked at each other. The shock had worn off and been replaced by lust, pure and simple. Whatever reservations may have been held about their wives sucking another man's cock had evaporated with the thought that they each might get blown by six sexy women that night. Off came the men's clothing. Tom lined the chairs up. Joe and Jack sat next to me; Mike, Pete and Tom were stationed behind us, facing outward. It was very evident that excitement in the room was rising rapidly. Carol peeked through the door and asked if the "train" was about to leave the station. "All aboard" was the resounding cry from the seated engineers. Carol led the parade of naked ladies back into the room and each took position on her knees before her husband. The moment had arrived. The women were clearly as excited by this adventure as the men. I looked down at my beautiful Bonnie on her knees before me, her blue eyes smiling up at me. Her breasts were heaving slightly and her pink nipples were extended in an advanced state of arousal. It was an enchanting sight. The first beep sounded and she reached out and took hold of my semi-hard cock and began to stroke it gently. Soon I was fully erect and Bonnie slipped the head of my penis through her parted lips and started to suck. I was in heaven. I looked to my right and watched Dianne inhale Joe's long penis into her mouth. Beside her was Jill, stroking Jack's thick shaft as she hungrily sucked on the head. I was experiencing visual overload. Bonnie established a nice rhythm, bobbing her head up and down, taking me into her throat as far as she ever had. It occurred to me that my highly competitive wife really wanted to win a day at the spa and I silently wished her success in this endeavor. I was also excited by the thought of other female lips that would soon be wrapped around my throbbing cock. Another beep emitted from Tom's computer and Bonnie moved clockwise and was immediately replaced by Sally, who grabbed my erection and began licking the head as she firmly stroked the shaft. Sally is an athletic girl with large brown eyes that were locked on me as she sucked and stroked. I watched as her sexy mouth began travelling up and down my rigid shaft and her tongue wetly caressed the head. Her pert breasts jiggled with her movements and I reached down to fondle her hard nipples. They stuck out like erasers and I wished that I could lick and kiss them. Then I remembered to look to my right to watch my sweet Bonnie as she slurped on Joe's hard dick. This was the first time I have ever seen such an erotic sight and I was spellbound. Beyond her, Dianne made a slow, tantalizing path with her wet tongue up and down Jack's cock and then attacked the engorged head with her lips. Beep again. Sally released my cock and Barbara quickly took me in hand and drew my manhood into her hot mouth. Barbara, the Girl Scout leader, PTA mother, the perfect Westmont society wife, was sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. God it felt good. I leaned forward to admire her pear-shaped ass as she stroked my cock between her luscious lips. Her milky white breasts surged with the motion created. I quickly realized that I wouldn't last long if I didn't exert some control, so I clinched internal pelvic muscles and hoped that I would enjoy at least a full circle around the track. Jack was not so lucky. My wife's blonde head was a blur of motion as she sensed his loss of control and she went for the gold. Soon Jack was grunting and his cum was spurting into Bonnie's open mouth, the first score in the contest. I knew that Carol was a serious contender as she was right behind me with her lips locked around Mike's stiff cock and his deep moans were rapidly increasing. Evidently having a gorgeous redhead vigorously suck his cock was too much for Mike as his climax soon erupted into her soft mouth. Mike collapsed back in his chair as Carol gently licked up the cum that was running down his wilting shaft. Another beep sounded. Carol shifted around the corner and looked me in the eye, a drop of Mike's cum dribbling down her cute chin. Her tongue snaked out and she quickly licked my bulbous cockhead, then plunged down the shaft until her nose was pressed into my pubic hair. Then up again and back down, those alluring green eyes gazing into mine, part of her diabolical scheme to coax the cum from my balls. But not yet. I did more muscle clinching and she smiled around my cock, knowing what I was doing. Carol's right hand cupped my balls as she fondled them in an attempt to overcome my weakening defenses. Ahhhhhhhh. Pete in the row behind me exploded in Dianne's mouth with a load of cum, unable to withstand the nurturing ministrations of the dark-haired Italian beauty. Glancing to my right I noticed that Sally was carefully licking Jack's still deflated cock. It began to throb slightly as her tongue slowly traveled its length. Jack was still in the game. The computer beeped again. Now Jill was kneeling before me. She leaned forward to rub my cockhead around her large nipples before planting it firmly in her open mouth. My aching balls are laden with cum, but I wanted to hold out, despite the fact that a beautiful woman was now sliding her tongue up and down my shaft, licking the head, then holding back the foreskin and gently caressing the sensitive head with her fingers. This girl really understands an uncircumcised penis. Jill rolled my foreskin forward while her dainty fingers swirled around the head, lubricated by my pre-cum and her saliva. Then Jill rolled my foreskin back and her wet mouth covered the head, her tongue swirling around and around, driving me into ecstasy as she began to steadily stroke my hard shaft with increasing speed. Jill's head bobbed in my lap as her lips and hands lovingly stroked my erection. Just then Tom let go with a mighty cry as Sally collected her first mouthful of cum. Moment's later Barbara was rewarded with a spurting load of cum from Jack, his second orgasm of the evening and her first score. Nice going Jack. The 'Train' Experience Ch. 02 Readers – please read "The Train Experience" before reading "The Train Experience - Part II." I assure you that it will be much more enjoyable for you that way. Your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. "This is Dan again; do you remember me?" I'm the guy who told you about the amazing train experience that occurred at a monthly meeting of the Westmont gourmet supper club, an informal group of married couples formed to share a pleasant dining experience. What happened that night went far beyond anyone's expectations. I can hardly believe it happened myself . . . and I was there. Anyway, when the party broke up about midnight, it was quite obvious that the highly aroused couples were going home to enjoy a few hours of mind-blowing sex. The following morning Bonnie and I talked it over and decided that it was an exciting time and, because it was a shared experience, it was not threatening to our marriage and our love for each other. We wondered how the other five couples were feeling about what had happened and worried that it might mean the end of the monthly gourmet supper club. My typical-male attitude was that we should wait and see what happened and hope that the next supper club meeting would occur on schedule. Bonnie said nothing, but I could tell that the wheels were turning under her long golden tresses. Monday morning came and I immersed myself in my busy law practice, putting the train experience and its possible adverse consequences on the supper club out of my mind. Not so with my better half. It seems that Bonnie, with Carol as her co-conspirator, organized a "girls-get-together" that afternoon at our house to gauge how everyone was handling the impromptu sexual excursion taken by our little supper club. Of course, the wives decided not to tell their husbands about the meeting until they figured out what they were going to do about the erotic turn-of-events. That evening, I had hardly sat down with a glass of Bristol Cream Sherry in hand when Bonnie came into the living room, kissed my cheek, sat down on the sofa beside me and told about the "emergency" meeting of the Westmont gourmet supper club wives. "Dan, I didn't mention it yesterday, but Carol and I got very concerned about how the other couples in the supper club were dealing with what happened last Saturday night." "You won't be surprised to hear this, but Carol and Tom came to the same conclusion that we did and thought that the whole thing was fun and exciting." I sat quietly for a moment, reflecting on that news, then said "I'm glad to hear that, and you're right, I'm not at all surprised." With a sweet smile to dazzle me as she always does, Bonnie continued. "So we decided that we should call the girls together to make sure that there weren't any problems brewing for the other couples." "How did it go," I asked? "Well, as you might expect Barbara and Sally were very embarrassed and worried what everyone must think; Jill was OK with it; and Dianne came right out and said that it was the sexiest time that she had ever experienced." "Everyone, Barbara and Sally included, said that their husbands weren't upset over it, but Barbara and Sally personally were still mortified over their participation in group oral sex and nudity." "Well," I said, "it's good news about Jill and Dianne, but it sounds like Barbara and Sally may have a problem." Bonnie smiled and said "well, by the end of the meeting, all of the blushing, tears and embarrassment were put to rest and I'm happy to say that there are no lingering misgivings over what happened." Bonnie paused, then said, "after all, everyone participated in a unique experience, it was just oral pleasuring and none of us are going to rush into an affair over this." "That's true" I said, "we were just having some sexy fun among friends and we all have good reason to keep it a secret from the rest of the world." A smile crossed Bonnie's lips as she looked me in the eye. "Admit it, you liked being sucked by all of the girls." "Yes," I replied (also grinning), "and you certainly seemed to enjoy your "lap around the track," which earned me a whack on the arm. "And, need I remind you, you are going to be treated like the queen for a day at the Westmont Spa later this week." "That's right," said my darling bride as she kissed me again and stood up. "I'm going to fix dinner now and I'll tell you about the rest of the meeting while we eat." A half-hour later we sat down to a nice meal and chatted about different things of little consequence. When curiosity got the best of me, I asked Bonnie to tell me the rest of the details about the girl's meeting that afternoon. "Well" said Bonnie, "when all the girls were comfortable with what happened last Saturday night, our redheaded instigator next door took the floor. Carol simply said "OK girls, decision time." Bonnie described how Carol looked around the room into the eyes of each of the other wives and then asked if the supper club would continue to meet monthly on the prearranged schedule? After a moment, all of the women nodded and murmured "yes" with smiles all around. According to Bonnie, Carol then quietly asked the assembled wives if they would allow something like the train experience to happen again or would they put it aside as a one-time-thing. Bonnie said that you could have heard a pin drop in the room at that point. Without realizing it, I was sitting on the edge of my seat awaiting Bonnie's next words about the future of the Westmont gourmet supper club. Bonnie leaned against my shoulder and laughed, putting her hand on my knee. "Careful big boy, you might fall off your chair." We both smiled and I said, "OK, just tell me what was decided." Bonnie chuckled and told me that Dianne stood up and exclaimed that she had a fun time and would like for more sexy games to happen if they were properly limited, adding that she wanted another chance to win a day at the elegant Westmont Spa. "She's just as competitive as you are," I said, and we both nodded in agreement, remembering Dianne's close second place finish on the supper club railroad. Bonnie continued her story. "There was another quiet moment as the girls looked from one to another." "Jill then spoke up and said that she and Jack had enjoyed the evening and thought that it was the safest possible way for them to experience this kind of sexual excitement without risk to either marriage or reputation." Sally, having finally put her embarrassment behind her, chimed in to state that because both husbands and wives participated equally and nothing was hidden, that she might be open to more such experiences. Again all was quiet. Carol then looked at Barbara and asked, "would you go along with more games if they were cleverly designed and fun for all of us." Barbara blushed, but slowly nodded her head and simply said "yes." I sat back in my chair and said "wow" and stared at Bonnie with my mouth hanging open. "Guess what, Dan," Bonnie said. "Since I won the first event, it's up to us to plan the next game to be played by the supper club." "And that's particularly appropriate since the next monthly meeting is scheduled to be held at our home." We returned to the living room sofa after clearing the table and spent several hours turning over various ideas to spice up the next supper club meeting. By the time Bonnie and I had devised a good plan and worked out all of the details, we were both completely aroused. When Bonnie unzipped my fly and began to stroke and lick my erection, I slid my hand up her beautiful smooth thigh, worked my finger under the elastic of her panties and into her very wet pussy. My sexy girl spread her legs as I pulled the panties aside, rolled on top and plunged into her for a fabulous fuck that left us both exhausted. The next several weeks flew by as we completed the arrangements of our secret plan and sent out the Westmont supper club meeting invitations with the message at the bottom "Men, Please Bring Two Hundred Dollars in Cash For This Month's Prize." There should be no question in anyone's mind that we are going to have another fun time. It was finally the night for the supper club meeting. You have to hand it to the members; they all have a great deal of poise, class and sophistication. The dinner conversation and good cheer was without strain or apparent unease throughout the delightful gourmet meal that Bonnie had prepared. A casual observer could not have guessed at the sexual tension that was present just beneath the surface. Only after everyone was settled in the living room, sipping after-dinner drinks, was the anticipation and excitement to become slightly evident on the faces of our guests. Within a few moments Bonnie gave me the nod as host to open the festivities. I stood up and called for everyone's attention. "As you know, we are going to have another contest this evening, but a very different one, with the same prize for the winning lady." This was greeted with approving nods and comments, so I continued with my remarks. "Bonnie was the winner at the last event and she wants to thank you, not only for a nice train experience, but also for a wonderful day at the Westmont Spa." The assembled members applauded and Bonnie waved and blew thank-you kisses to our friends, hamming it up just a little for everyone's amusement. "For that reason, the task of planning another contest was assigned by the ladies to Bonnie and me." "And let me tell you, we had a very good time doing it," I stated with obvious glee, which brought forth good-natured chuckles from both the men and women. I continued. "However, this contest is different and will occur after an appropriate warm-up event." I paused and then asked, "have you ever heard the old expression what's good for the goose, is good for the gander"? The girls all cheered and clapped as the men smiled, but looked wary, trying to figure out where this was going. I cleared my throat and continued. "The train experience was a lot of fun for all of us, but the guys were the only ones to reap the ultimate reward, except for good old Jack who was greedy and claimed three such rewards." That remark had everyone laughing and clapping while Jack smiled and waved to acknowledge his notoriety. "So the warm-up event will be the train experience in reverse." "The girls will be the stations along the track and the guys will choo-choo their way around, giving instead of receiving." This announcement was met with cheers from the girls and smiles from the guys. "While I'm not as much of a computer nerd as Tom, I watched what he did, so have programmed my computer to beep at three minute intervals." "To make things more pleasurable for the girls, the guys will make two laps, pun intended, around the track." That witticism solicited several groans from the group, but mostly the women smiled their approval. Seeing that everyone was excited and ready to start, I finished my remarks by saying, "after the warm-up, we will explain the details for the main event of the evening." Responding to a signal from Bonnie, I made two more announcements. "Girls, here is a box of sleep masks." "Each of you will take one as you leave the room." "Guys, here is a box containing six sets of pajamas" "Once the ladies have departed, pick your size, disrobe and put them on." Bonnie then spoke up and said "ladies, follow me downstairs to the recreation room where we will arrange the train track." "Guys, stay with Dan and get ready for the warm-up event." With that, Bonnie and the other wives filed out of the room with sleep masks in hand, while the guys were grinning broadly with anticipation among themselves. When the girls were all assembled in the recreation room and had fully disrobed, Bonnie addressed them again. "I get to participate in the warm-up event, but won't in the contest that will occur afterward." She giggled and said, "I'm really looking forward to this event as I really love both giving and receiving oral sex and hope that our guy's tongues are as good as their cocks." Bonnie then got back to the matter-at-hand. "Ok girls, we have placed two sofas end-to-end, so take a seat in any order. "Oh, leave your masks on the table, as you will need them later." "We will then wait for our train to arrive." All of the girls laughed as they took their seats; first in line was Carol, followed by Dianne, Jill, Barbara, Sally and Bonnie. When everyone was settled, Bonnie, said "ok, girls, spread your knees and get ready for a good licking," which they all did, giggling like schoolgirls. After a few moments Sally spoke up. "Since we're lined up, let's hold hands as we enjoy this experience." All of the girls agreed and reached out for the hand of the girl next in line, and then sat quietly, each which her own thoughts. They wouldn't have to wait very long. Within moments the men could be heard trooping down the steps and entered the room, each dressed in the same style and color pajamas. I then addressed the group. "Each husband will line up in front of his wife." "When the first beep is heard, each man will begin to orally pleasure his wife." "With all subsequent beeps, each man will shift to his right." "When you arrive at the end of the second sofa, on the next turn you go back to the first position on the first sofa." "When you arrive back at your wife for the second time, pleasure her until the next beep, at which time the warm-up event is over." I lined-up in front of Bonnie and reached under the sofa to activate a laptop computer to sound the first beep. Her pink pussy lips were slightly open and moist as my tongue began to slowly lick up and down the pretty slit. When the next beep was heard, I was happily tonguing her clitoris and rubbing her "G" spot with my middle finger; Bonnie was obviously well on her way to a string of powerful orgasms. I then rotated to Carol in the first position on the first sofa. "Yep, she's a real redhead" I thought as I lowered my mouth to her sexual center. Her well-trimmed pussy was coated with fine, soft reddish brown hair and the inner lips were already plump with passion. I gently lapped at her sweet nectar, but Carol had other ideas as she applied pressure to the back of my head and arched her beautiful pussy into my open mouth. My tongue, lips and fingers went into a frenzy of activity and she soon had her first of many orgasms on the oral railroad. Next in line was Dianne, her black haired pussy was neatly trimmed in a triangular pattern. She was lying back with her legs spread wide and welcomed my hungry mouth to her pussy by having a gushing orgasm within seconds of our lips meeting. When her shuttering subsided, I began to gently lick and suck on her swollen pussy. As her moans increased, my tongue danced within the wet, pink folds of her sex and probed at her swollen clit, which had completely emerged from its hood. At the next beep, I moved to Jill and buried my face between her slender legs, totally intoxicated by the smell and taste of her highly aroused pussy. Jill, to my surprise, had just a small stripe of public hair that you would expect to find on a teenage girl wearing a tiny bikini. These Westmont matrons certainly are not behind the times with their below-the-belly-button hairstyles. After the next beep, I discovered that Barbara's natural bush was soaked with her womanly juices and I was delighted to find the biggest clit I have ever seen. It was fully engorged and I was soon strumming it with my tongue as she moaned and twisted her body in great pleasure. By the time I had made the second circuit and arrived back at my wife's light blonde haired tunnel of love, all six pussies were flowing freely and the moans of female orgasmic pleasure was almost continuous. A tasty and delicious time was had by all. After a short break for refreshments and visits to the restroom, everyone assembled again, awaiting commencement of the main event. It was quite evident that the group had become entirely comfortable with being naked and orally uninhibited in this very sexually charged situation. It was now my job to describe the object of the contest. "Ok folks, listen up." "Since each of the girls sucked the cock of each of the guys during the train experience, this contest is to test her memory of that event." "As the girls will be wearing sleep masks tonight, she must identify each hard cock using only her mouth and hands and by only touching cocks and balls." "The winner is the girl who scores the most points." I continued. "Here is how the points are awarded; 20 points for each cock correctly identified; 15 points off if she can't identify her own husband's cock; and 10 points for making a guy cum in her mouth." "What if there's a tie for first place," asked Sally. I replied that a "suck off" would occur. "In that event, the girls who tie in first place will each take one-minute turns sucking me until I cum." "Whoever has her mouth on my cock at the time of ejaculation and swallows the cum is the winner." Hearing no additional questions, I continued explaining the contest details. "As Bonnie and I are the game officials, we each have a role to play." "I will go to the sofa, select a blindfolded player, take her hand and help her to her feet." "I will then place her hand on my dick and will lead her to her first mystery male." Smiling broadly, I continued. "Hold on tightly girls." "Tips for this guide service are gratefully accepted." That jest brought forth a few chuckles. "Bonnie will act as a "fluffer, just like the girls on porn movie sets who get the male actors ready for the next scene." "She will suck each guy to full erection, then I will place the contestant in her place as Bonnie moves to the next guy in line." "I will go get the next girl, place her and so forth." "When all girls are placed and sucking, Bonnie and I will then reposition each in sequence until all five women have sucked all five men." "If we keep the pace fairly consistent, then each "time-on-station" should be about equal." "Girls, when you feel my hand on your shoulder, stand up and I will guide your hand to my dick as I lead you a few steps away." "I will then read off the five men's names and you will begin to stroke when you hear the right name." "I will record your guess on the score sheet." "Bonnie will be done fluffing after the first round and then will also be repositioning girls." "She will hold your hand and you will squeeze it when you hear the man's name for your guess." "Are there any questions?" I looked around the room, but no one spoke up. Bonnie then spoke, addressing the girls. "While fluffing, I will get each guy hard with mouth and hand, but not to the point of cumming." "On the other hand, you have two missions at each station." "First is to correctly identify from memory whose cock you are sucking, but secondly, to get as many men to cum in your mouth as possible." "That gets you points." "Also, when he cums, you might garner a clue; it also makes it more difficult for the next girl to score on him . . . that is, unless it's Jack." Everyone hooted and cheered at that comment. "One more thing" said Bonnie to the girls, "if you make a guy cum, please try to get him hard again as quickly as possible." "Ok, are we ready to start?" Everyone nodded affirmatively and the couples parted with quick kisses and hugs. The girls sat on the sofas and were told to put on their sleep masks. The guys, after removing their pajamas, were placed in five chairs spaced far apart in the room, and of course the girls being masked, did not know which guys were in which chairs. Bonnie then announced that we would position the first contestant. While Bonnie went on her knees before the chair in which a smiling Jack was sitting, I moved over to the sofa, took Barbara by the hand, lifted her upward and placed her hand on my cock. She gripped it lightly and began running her fingers up and down my flaccid member as I guided her toward her first victim. I admired Barbara's appearance as we walked forward, as she is a tall, stately looking brunette with a nicely proportioned and rounded body. Bonnie had Jack rock-hard before we put Barbara in place and she began her ministrations to his throbbing manhood. The 'Train' Experience Ch. 02 I moved quickly back to the first sofa and grabbed Dianne's hand, stood her up, placed her hand on my now rigid cock and guided her toward the chair where Mike was sitting. Her tip for my guide service was a vigorous stroking as we crossed the room, so I knew that she was very much into the game. Dianne is a small, dark-haired Italian vixen with a hard body made for hot and heavy sex and, at that moment, I wished that it would be my cock that she would soon be sucking. Next to be positioned was Jill in front of Tom, then Carol before Joe and Sally before Pete. Bonnie and I stopped briefly to admire our work as the five couples were locked together in oral bliss; the sucking, slurping and moaning sounds made sweet music to our ears. As we stood side-by-side, Bonnie stroked my erection and I tweaked her nipples and gently cupped her full breasts. We then checked our rotation/scoring charts and, after three minutes, moved to set the next round in motion. I put my hand on Barbara's shoulder. She quickly pulled Jack's engorged manhood from her mouth and stood up. As Bonnie rotated Jill in front of Jack, I placed Barbara's slim hand on my penis and she gripped it tightly as we walked several steps away. I read the men's names from the list and she tentatively began stroking me after I spoke the second name. I marked her score and moved her to the position where Dianne was sucking on Mike. I switched the two girls, and after collecting Dianne's guess, rotated her to sucking her husband Joe. Bonnie had moved Carol from Joe to Pete and repositioned Sally before Tom. Once again Bonnie and I stopped to look things over while caressing one another. We noted that two blindfolded wife's were sucking their husbands; it would be interesting to see if they recognized their man's hard meat. Just then we heard muted grunts and groans from Pete as Carol's red head bobbed in his lap at a faster rate. Carol's fingers formed a ring around the base of Pete's sturdy cock and her wet mouth was sliding up and down his glistening shaft. Pete's hips lifted off the chair and Carol stayed with him, swallowing his full load of cum. Score one for Carol. It was time to rotate the players again. I touched Jill's shoulder and she immediately stood up and enthusiastically felt for my cock. I read off the names and she began stroking me as I spoke her husband's name and a confident, broad smile crossed her pretty face. Jill knew so well Jack's thick, stiff cock and was happy with the thought that she had just scored points rather than suffering a deduction. Bonnie was moving Dianne away from in front of her husband and I could see that she had also recognized her man's proud cock. Now Dianne was in front of Jack; Sally was placed before her husband Mike; Carol was vigorously sucking her husband Tom's long, thick cock; Barbara had Joe's slender 7" cock firmly planted between her lips and Jill was deep-throating Pete's rigid cock. Joe began silently bucking in his chair as Barbara tongued his cockhead and stroked his slightly curved shaft, her fingers almost a blur. Barbara was soon swallowing a series of gooey eruptions as she struggled to keep all of Joe's hot sperm in her mouth. Then Mike's head rolled back and his facial expression indicated that he was on the edge; Sally cupped his balls lovingly in her hands and repeatedly swallowed his shaft while her lips and tongue bathed his entire length. In a moment Mike was pumping an eruption of hot sperm into his wife's sensual mouth. As we watched this spectacle, Bonnie dropped to her knees and gave me a wonderful thirty seconds of delicious cocksucking. Then we prepared for the next rotation. I moved Dianne to before Tom as Bonnie shifted Carol to before Jack. That was it for the "Kum King." He almost immediately came in Carol's mouth; surprisingly his first orgasm for the evening. Jack had evidently gained some endurance during the past month. It was noted that both Sally and Carol correctly identified their husband's erections. While the girls were blindfolded, they could still hear what was happening around them and a competitive girl like Dianne was aware that men were having orgasms and she still had not scored a mouthful. So Tom's large cock in her mouth became the tool for her to achieve her goals. She quickly got his rhythm and sensed what sensations moved him, then refined her technique to make the most of it. It was only about sixty seconds later that Tom totally lost it, cumming in several large spurts into Dianne's mouth. As we started the last rotation, I realized that all of the guys had come once, but happily they were all hard again. Our supper club wives are certainly experts at gourmet fellatio. I put my hands on Carol's shoulders and lifted her from her position in front of Jack. She immediately grabbed my cock and held it firmly, waiting to hear the list of names. Her first bold stroke told me she knew whose cock she was sucking, so I moved her toward Mike, the next beneficiary of her talented tongue. Bonnie had moved Sally from in front of Joe and was now placing her before Jack. The girls immediately bent to their task. I then moved Barbara who had been in front of her husband to a position on her knees before Tom. Interestingly enough, Barbara's tentative stroking told me that she had misidentified her husband's cock. That is probably because both Pete and Mike each have a six inch circumcised penis of average thickness. I smiled to myself recognizing that it was a good thing I wasn't in the contest because mine was the only uncircumcised penis in the bunch; the blindfolded girls would have had no trouble in identifying my foreskin shrouded cock. We were now in the home stretch. Jill had Joe's cock in her mouth and was furiously pumping up and down as she felt his cock swell and began to throb. Soon Joe was spurting cum into her mouth as she held his bulbous cockhead just inside her lips with her tongue frantically caressing the sensitive glans. Across the room Dianne's lips were wrapped around Pete's hard cock as she traversed her head up and down in unison with her small hand. Just before the final beep, Pete surrendered to her unrelenting efforts, groaned and pumped his load of cum into her warm, nurturing mouth. Bonnie and I moved each of the still blindfolded girls away, collected their guesses and returned them to the sofas. "Guys, come over to the sofas." "Ok girls, you can remove your sleep masks" said Bonnie. There was immediate laughter as the sleepmasks came off and everyone looked around to see the smiling faces of their spouses and friends. The men sat down on the floor in front of their wives and everyone waited for the announcement of scores. Sounding somewhat like the host from "Survivor," I officially intoned, "We will now tally the scores." Bonnie and I stood at a table across the room and quickly computed the results of the contest. "Oh no" exclaimed Bonnie, "we have a suck off!" Turning to me she laughingly said "ain't you happy," while elbowing me somewhat less-than-lightly in the ribs. "Somebody has to do it," I said in my most noble voice as she stuck out her tongue at me. This banter with Bonnie was quickly smothered by a chorus of questions from the seated women. "What are the scores?" shouted Carol and the other girls loudly echoed her inquiry. Bonnie stepped forward. "Ok gang, I'll start from the bottom up." "Sorry Barbara, you were the only wife to not know when she was sucking her husband's cock; you mixed up Pete and Mike." Barbara humorously hung her head in shame for a moment while everyone in the room gleefully hooted and cheered. "You scored one cum from Joe and had three right answers, so your final score is 55." Pete rose to his knees, turned to his wife and hugged her, saying "poor baby." The other women cheered his kind consideration and forgiveness. "Jill, you are next at 70 points." "You also got one cum from Joe and you recognized your husband Jack's cock, but you mixed up Pete and Mike just like Barbara did, so you got three right answers." "Sally, you swallowed a cum from Mike and got all five guesses right, so your final score is 110 points." "Dianne, you collected cum from Tom and Pete and got all five guesses right, so your final score is 120 points." "Carol, you scored cum points from Pete and Jack and got all five guesses right too, giving you 120 points, so we have a tie." Looking at the scoring sheets I said "lets see, Joe came twice, Pete came twice, and the rest of the guys only came once." "Look's like Joe and Pete are the new "Kum Kings." "Hey Jack, what happened to you this time?" someone asked. The men all laughed and patted Jack on the shoulder in consolation. Jill leaned forward, put her arms around Jack's neck and cooed "poor baby" to him as the laughter continued. Bonnie held up her hands and said, "as you can see, Dan is grinning like the cat that ate the canary, so we best get on to the suck off." "Yea," said Tom, "and now he's going to get ate," which brought more laughter from the group. Bonnie took charge again. "Let's review the rules." "Dianne and Carol will kneel in front of Dan and each will take one minute turns sucking him." "When I say "switch," please do so immediately." "Cock and ball stroking with mouth and hands is ok, but nothing else." "The girl who has her mouth on Dan's cock and swallows his cum is the winner." "I have a stopwatch and will call the switch at exact one-minute intervals." "I will also be the judge to determine if Dan has passed the-point-of-no-return; something I know very well." "If so, there will be no switch regardless of time to completion." "I will be the sole judge of that situation; there is no instant re-play, so don't ask for it. This comment brought forth a few chuckles from the men who were avid football fans. Bonnie continued. "We will flip a coin to see which girl starts." "Is everyone in agreement with these rules?" Everyone nodded approval of the tie-breaking rules. Bonnie again spoke. "Ok, Dan stand over here" I quickly stepped into place, standing sidewise a few feet before the group seated on the sofas. Bonnie then said. "Carol and Dianne, on your knees in front of him" and both quickly took their positions. I admired the two women kneeling before me, both gorgeous, but so different. Carol with her long, lean body, creamy white skin with a trace of freckles, delightful small breasts with delicate pink nipples, green eyes and cascading red hair. Dianne, a petite 5"2" with a tight body, a lush pair of C cup breasts with large areolas and thick nipples, short dark hair, brown eyes and olive skin that declared her Mediterranean heritage. And they are going to take turns sucking my cock while my wife, their husbands and our circle of friends watched. How can one guy get so lucky? Bonnie looked to see that both contestants were in place then said "Carol, call heads or tails." Carol laughed and said "how about heads, that's most appropriate." The coin flipped into the air and landed heads up. Bonnie bent over from the waist to look at the coin, giving everyone a nice view of her perfect pear-shaped ass and puffy slit before she announced the verdict. "Carol wins the coin toss." "Do you want to go first or second?" Carol thought for a moment then said, "I'll go second." "All right, Dianne, at my signal, start sucking." "Ready, set, go." Dianne bend forward, grabbed my cock with her right hand, rolled back the foreskin and began to lathe the purple helmet with her tongue. Soon her head was slightly bobbing as her lips and tongue attacked the sensitive bulb and she used both hands to firmly stroke my thick seven-inch long shaft. Dianne was showing no mercy; she knew I was excited from all the activity of the warm-up and that my balls were aching for release. Because Dianne came in second in the first rain experience, she was clearly out to win this one and the grand prize; a day of complete pampering at the exclusive Westmont SPA. Twelve hundred bucks buys an unbelievable array of services and any lady so lucky is treated like a queen. "Switch" shouted Bonnie. Dianne released her grip and Carol immediately took hold of my erection and placed it between her luscious lips. While Dianne had worked my cockhead with her tongue and used her hands for maximum effect on the rigid shaft, Carol ringed my cock at the base with her fingers and was using her throat for total stimulation while her other hand gently touched my sack-full-of-cum. As I watched, she bobbed her head over my throbbing cock; her sexy full lips stroking my shaft and I could feel her tongue lapping the underside. It wasn't long before her lips were swallowing three-quarters of my rock-hard cock and I knew she would soon have my full length in her mouth and throat. "Switch" cried Bonnie and within seconds Dianne was again sucking and licking my cock, as her right hand was rapidly gliding up and down the salvia soaked shaft. Her left hand was cupping my balls as she gently rolled them in the palm of her hand. I was now struggling not to climax, not because I favored one finalist over the other, but simply because I wanted to extend the pleasure (and my pride) to the fullest. Damn, it felt good. I was quietly moaning and my eyes were closed when I heard "switch" and I opened them to see Carol's red curly hair again pistoning up and down on my joystick. Carol had changed strategy and was now doing a combination of deep throat and then sucking the head while both hands circled my cock and firmly pumped up and down. Her alternating methods were getting to me and I was struggling to keep from erupting into her warm, sucking mouth. Then Carol's fingers wrapped around my balls and I could feel her nails lightly caressing the tender sack as her lips glided up and down my throbbing shaft. My moaning was becoming more pronounced and, while I wasn't aware of it, Bonnie was closely watching for the telltale signs that I was slipping over the edge (a sight that she has lovingly observed many times with my cock in her mouth or pussy). She glanced again at the stopwatch, waited a second, then called "switch." I was in exquisite agony. My cum-laden balls desperately wanted release, yet I was trying to delay the inevitable as the pleasure these two women were lavishing on me was nothing less than spectacular. All of my senses were focused on my cock and balls; the sensations emanating from them were beyond description. Dianne's mouth sank over the head, her tongue swirled around, then she slowly pressed my shaft further and further into her throat. Our eyes locked and I could see the lust and the triumph in her smiling brown eyes. Her succulent lips reached the bottom of my shaft and she withdrew until just the head was in her mouth. Dianne's tongue swirled around and around and then her head again dipped down, my shaft fully consumed by her sweet lips and throat. That was it. I could feel the cum shooting up from my balls and I was racked with an incredible orgasm. Bonnie stepped close and held me as my knees almost buckled. Dianne had also moved forward, her hands holding my hips, giving further support as her lips milked spurt after spurt from my throbbing cock. Carol, still on her knees, leaned forward and hugged us all in the intensity of the moment. Our friends sat still for a moment, mesmerized by the scene, then exploded in applause for the erotic performance they had just observed. Everyone stood up and Dianne was congratulated by all for her sweet victory. Thus the Westmont supper club ended another of its gourmet festivities. Later that evening as Bonnie and I snuggled in bed following a long, slow love making session, we wondered what would happen at the next monthly meeting. If you're interested in hearing about it, I'll let you know. The 'Train' Experience Ch. 03 Readers – Please read The “Train” Experience and The “Train” Experience, Chapter 2 before reading this story as it will certainly make more sense if you know the overall context. Please vote and send your comments, as this is the only way that a writer knows if his or her work is well received. The 4th and final chapter of The “Train” Experience is slowly taking form and will be published within the next few months. Hi, this is Dan. I’m back again to tell about an unexpected adventure that Bonnie and I recently experienced with two of our friends who are also members of the Westmont gourmet supper club. As you will remember, our gourmet supper club delved into the “train” phenomena created by American teenagers over the past few years. This experience opened a new world of sexual excitement for a group of 30’s to early 40’s married couples in an exclusive suburban area known as Westmont. The last gathering of the club was quite a success with more erotic games for our close-knit group of friends. The girls were delighted to receive a bountiful amount of oral reciprocation for the first “train” experience. Then, for the main event, the girls were challenged (while wearing sleep masks) to recognize the size, shape, texture and taste of the men’s cocks strictly by feel with mouth and hands. Each lady was given points for her successful identifications. As it turned out, Carol and Dianne achieved the same score, thus causing a “suck-off’ with yours truly being the lucky provider of the contested cock. The week following this delightful event, Bonnie and I were invited to Tom and Carol’s home for dinner on a Wednesday night. Getting together with such good friends was a nice break in the week and we enjoyed a tasty meal, fine wine and relaxed dinner conversation. After dinner, we moved to Tom and Carol’s comfortable living room with full wineglasses in hand. Bonnie and I sat together on one couch while Tom and Carol sat on another couch that formed a “L” with our couch. The girls sat on the inside and the guys on the outside. Both girl’s had kicked off their shoes and tucked their legs under themselves (how do they do that?). Following several minutes of general chitchat between the four of us, the wives began a conversation of “girl stuff,” so Tom and I shifted our discussion to recent events in the world of professional golf. During a lull in our conversation, Tom looked me in the eye and said "Dan, I have to tell you that I was really jealous of you at the last meeting of the Westmont gourmet supper club.” The girls stopped their side conversation and turned to stare at Tom. I guess it was the “J” word that caught their attention. Frankly, I too was somewhat unprepared for it and thus was also staring at Tom. Tom immediately got flustered and said, “no, that’s not what I meant to say”. After a moment he continued. “Everyone in the supper club, including me, is really enjoying our fun and games and are quite comfortable with the sexual excitement our group is sharing.” Following another brief pause, Tom continued. “What I meant to say was that I was envious that you had two beautiful women sucking your cock at the same time as that has always been a fantasy of mine." I chuckled and said, “Tom, that has been the fantasy of every post-pubescent, heterosexual male that ever lived.” We all laughed at this comment and leaned back on our separate couches. Carol snuggled against Tom’s shoulder and ran her fingers through his hair. “So, this is something new that I am learning about my husband of many years.” “Have you been keeping secrets from me?” “Of course not darling,” said Tom, “it’s just that seeing Dan experience that right before my eyes was really exciting and a major turn-on for an ultra-horny guy like me”. Carol laughed and said, “sure Tom, I was there too, remember”. “In fact, I was one of the women who gave our good friend Dan an experience of a lifetime”. I raised my glass toward Carol and toasted her with the words “for which you and Dianne have my everlasting, heartfelt gratitude”. We all chuckled, then sat back for a moment of silence. I realized that Bonnie and Carol were looking at one another and that conspiratorial smiles danced across their faces. “And what evil thought is going through your gorgeous heads at this moment ladies?” I asked with an innocent expression on my face. “Well,” said Bonnie, “maybe it isn’t fair for you to have experienced something truly spectacular when your dear friend Tom has been so deprived during his lifetime”. Tom, ever quick to pick up on the direction of things, looked down meekly and said, “yes, ‘tis sad, but true, I have been greatly underprivileged in this regard,” which earned him a punch on the arm from his giggling wife. “Poor boy, that’s the saddest tale I’ve ever heard; I really feel sorry for your deprivation” joked Carol to her husband. We were all laughing at this point, but there was a growing sense of excitement and expectation, not the least of which was emanating from Tom. Bonnie looked at me and I gave her a slight nod, so she turned back to Carol and said, “we really don’t want our guys having unfulfilled fantasies, do we?” Carol smiled broadly and turned to Tom saying, “Ok big boy, you owe me big time for this” as she reached to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. That accomplished, Carol said, “stand up Tom,” to which he said, “I already am”. Bonnie jumped up, grabbed Tom by the arm and helped him to his feet, but noted that he was already erect (below the belt) as stated. As the girls stripped Tom, I stood behind Bonnie and removed her clothing. Carol quickly shed her clothes, grabbed Tom by the cock and led him to a large upholstered chair. “Sit down on the throne your majesty and your servant girls will do your bidding” she commanded, a bit too firmly for a servant girl, but no one was concerned with royal protocol at the moment. Tom was grinning from ear-to-ear as he sat down and the girls immediately got on their knees between his wide spread legs. Carol reached up and took Tom’s stiff cock in her hands and started a slow stroke, up and down. Bonnie cupped his balls in her left hand as she caressed his inner thigh with the other. Tom was intently watching their sensual ministrations and began making low moans of pleasure. Not wanting to be left out, I removed my clothing and sat on the floor directly behind Bonnie and Carol. Both girls were now sliding their lips up and down the sides of Tom’s rigid cock and Bonnie continued to gently tease his balls with her fingernails. Carol then took Tom’s purple helmet between her lips, swirling her tongue and sucking his sensitive glans, as Bonnie’s wet tongue traced erotic patterns along the length of his throbbing penis. By now Tom was having trouble watching as the exquisite attention being lavished on his engorged manhood was causing him to close his eyes. Carol’s mouth moved off the head of Tom’s cock and was immediately replaced by Bonnie’s as they began a rotating sequence of licking, sucking and tonguing every inch of Tom’s slick tool. Every now and then as the girls changed places on his cockhead, their tongues lightly caressed each other and their lips momentarily touched in a sensual kiss. The happy recipient of this fellatio-fest was basking in erotic pleasure and I was really getting hot watching the sexy spectacle unfold just a few feet away. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lay down on my back and scooted forward so that my mouth was just below Bonnie’s pussy. Feeling my lips on her inner thigh, Bonnie moved her knees back and farther apart as I licked my way to the promised land. I ran my tongue up and down Bonnie’s outer lips, slowly pulling them apart as I probed her pink recesses. Delicious moisture greeted my hungry mouth as I continued my quest between my wife’s long, slender legs. At the apex of her sex, I could feel the tiny nub emerging as my tongue danced at that sweet spot before descending again along the blooming inner lips. Bonnie was reacting to my attention by softly moaning around Tom’s cock and I could see that Carol took notice of Bonnie’s pleasant distraction. Carol pulled her lips from the head of her husband’s cock and licked down his shaft as Bonnie’s lips parted over the bulbous head and her tongue swirled around and around. “Dan, my pussy could use some of that attention if Bonnie doesn’t mind” whispered Carol. How could I refuse the lady? I thought, plus Bonnie’s mouth was full, so I didn’t expect verbal approval from my darling wife. However, Bonnie lifted her pussy away from my mouth, so I scooted out and re-positioned myself between Carol’s legs just as her delightful pussy was lowered onto my awaiting lips. Carol’s pussy was already in full bloom and dripping sweet nectar, so I suspected that her fingers had been busy for the last few minutes. In any case, I drove my tongue as far as I could into her pink slit and was rewarded with a slight humping motion of her hips in response to my intimate kiss. Breathing was secondary; I was focused on eating this gorgeous pink pussy, crowned by a patch of silky red hair. I lapped away in a state of total bliss. Meanwhile the girls continued their assault on Tom’s rigid cock as he edged closer and closer to his climax. I then felt Bonnie’s hip bumping Carol’s hip and I knew that my love was calling. As discretion is the better part of valor, I fluttered my tongue several times over Carol’s engorged clit, then scooted back so that my head was clear of her perfect pear-shaped ass. Rolling onto my knees, I could see that Bonnie had raised her equally perfect pear-shaped ass in the air and was wiggling it invitingly. There was no question in my mind what she wanted, so I grabbed Bonnie’s hips and rammed my cock into her well-lubricated love tunnel. Her familiar velvet grip held me tight and I began to move in and out as I watched Bonnie and Carol continue to service Tom’s cock in unison. Tom was certainly having his fantasy fulfilled tonight! I removed one hand from Bonnie’s hip and began to caress Carol’s luscious bottom cheeks. Carol’s hand shot back, grabbed my hand and shoved it down between her legs as her ass was now poised upward to accommodate whatever male appendage was available. I slipped first one finger, then two into Carol’s hot pussy as her hips franticly rotated around my thrusting hand. At the same time, I was plunging my cock into Bonnie’s wet opening, drawing out until just the head was inserted, then falling forward until I was again buried to the hilt, my balls swaying back and forth from the motion. I was locked into a passionate rhythm with the steaming hot pussies of two women as they sucked Tom’s cock with great relish. Suddenly I was aware that the women had removed their mouths from Tom’s cock. They first looked at one another, then looked at Tom (whose eyes were locked on them), then looked back at me. It was a moment of silent decision. Bonnie and Carol kissed briefly, then Bonnie leaned forward so that my cock fell from her dripping pussy. Sensing what they had in mind, I moved behind Carol and in one motion buried my cock into her sweet pussy. Tom dropped to the floor on his back and Bonnie quickly straddled him, impaling herself on his fully erect rod. We were all lost in the moment and the four of us were soon rutting like wild animals. The intoxicating smell and sounds of raw sex quickly filled the room. Carol was tossing her red mane and shoving her hips backward to meet my powerful thrusts into her swollen cunt. Bonnie was bouncing up and down on Tom; his gleaming cock would appear, then disappear into her depths, at a steady pace. Here I was fucking Carol, the gorgeous redhead next door, a close friend to both Bonnie and me, while my wife enthusiastically rode her husband’s cock a few feet away. I marveled at how Carol’s slender body felt as I pounded away at her tight pussy from behind. I leaned forward over her creamy white back and grasped her dangling left breast in my hand, capturing a very erect nipple between my fingers. I looked over to see Bonnie leaning forward overtop Tom as they drove their hips together in a frenzy of sexual passion. After ten minutes of hard fucking, both Bonnie and Carol began a series of orgasms that increased in intensity until Tom and I shot thick spurts of cum into the other’s wife, grunting and thrusting until our balls were empty. After a few minutes of coming down from this sexual high, we all rolled together, the two women face to face, me spooned behind Carol and Tom spooned behind Bonnie. “Well” said Carol, “the good news is that the impulse struck us all at the same time”. “What’s the bad news?” asked Tom. “I don’t think there is any” said Bonnie, “but what happened sure surprised me; I wasn’t expecting that”. “I don’t think any of us expected this to happen” I said, “but the reality is that we just swapped spouses and fucked our brains out.” “Spoken just like a lawyer,” said Tom. We all lay there quietly for a few moments digesting what had transpired, and then Carol spoke up. “The Westmont gourmet supper club games have us all more sexually aroused than usual, so maybe it isn’t too surprising that this happened”. “After all, we are very close friends and have shared many good times together, including our recent “train” rides.” “This was just the inevitable next step”. Each of us murmured in agreement with Carol’s observation. Bonnie then raised herself on her hands and knees and moved over Carol to lie on top of me while Carol rolled over into Tom’s waiting arms. Both married couples kissed and snuggled for several minutes, each person quietly gauging the reaction of their partner. “I don’t think the rest of the club members are ready to go this far,” said Bonnie, and Carol quickly agreed, adding that she was not sure that she even wanted the club games to advance beyond oral sex. “In any case,” said Tom, “the erotic games are to be devised by Joe and Dianne as they are hosting the gourmet club dinner next month”. “And in the meantime, this will be our little secret” added Carol. We all lay in silence for several minutes, enjoying our intimate embraces. My erection had returned and I felt Bonnie’s slender hand slip between us and insert my hard cock into her cum-filled pussy. We began moving together, staring into one another’s eyes, and sharing a long, leisurely lovemaking between husband and wife. Tom and Carol were similarly entwined, their loins locked in a gentle rolling motion. Expressions of love and endearment were whispered and tender caresses exchanged. Our journey of sexual exploration had taken another step. The 'Train' Experience Beep. Thank God; just in time, as I was just about to lose it. It was a close race. Bonnie Carol, Dianne, Sally and Barbara had each swallowed one mouthful of sperm and were now pressing forward to score number two. A keen spirit of competition between the women was evident as you could see that each was very focused on winning the $1,200. day of pampering at the spa. Dianne's lips encircled my penis, forcefully sucking and twirling her tongue under the shaft, while moving her head up and down until my entire cock was repeatedly buried in her mouth. It was truly delightful. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration as she worked desperately to collect her second score from my aching balls. Sitting next to me was her husband Joe, cheering for her to score one for the home team, while Jill aggressively stroked and licked his cock in an attempt to milk his cum-laden sac. Beep. It was a dead heat to the finish line. Bonnie was furiously sucking on my cock and Dianne had her husband's stiff shaft deep in her throat, twisting her head from side to side for maximum effect. I felt Bonnie's finger begin to rim my anus as her other hand tugged persuasively on my testicles, and that was it. I spurted a tremendous amount of hot jizz down Bonnie's throat and she joyfully took it all, collecting the winning score. Seconds later Joe began to buck and thick spurts of cum exploded into his wife's waiting mouth. Bonnie and Dianne continued slowly to milk their husband's softening cocks, lapping up every drop of the precious cum. As I emerged from the euphoria of my climax, I heard Jack beginning to moan again. He had been expertly revived by Carol's tender lips in the last round and, to everyone's amazement, he now blasted his third orgasm of the evening down Jill's throat. Our talented hostess quickly tallied the results. Each of the girl's had scored once and Bonnie was first to collect a second score, and that was from yours truly, her loving husband. Jack was crowned the "Kum King" by his fellow "train" passengers as he had cum three times with three different women. The rest of the men had just cum once, but oh what a time they had doing so. A brief celebration ensued as everyone clapped and congratulated Bonnie, the contest winner. But, as everyone was fairly spent from their exertions, all quickly reclined on the couches, paired with their spouses. After a minute, Carol spoke up. "Well, I for one had a great time and don't regret a thing". Reflecting briefly, she continued. "You guys sure answered the question. Now I definitely know what a "train" is and I'm not a teenager anymore." Everyone laughed and made humorous comments, but the conversation soon subsided as they blissfully nuzzled and cuddled with their spouses. A short time later, there is a rush to dress, thank the host and hostess, and head for the door. The reality was that six married couples were horny as hell and all raced home to fuck the night away. Bonnie and I certainly did. And she had a wonderful day at the spa the following week, getting the full treatment of luxurious services. It still amazes me to this day that Carol's unanticipated question led to an event that would never have occurred under any other circumstances. I daydream about those erotic moments on the "train" with my friends, a thrilling journey otherwise unknown to our generation. Today's teenagers are really on to something. It was an "awesome" experience.