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The Joy of Candi Ch. 01

By: LongCandi



Thanks to all of the readers who responded so positively to my previous story about my Weekend Getaway with my future husband, Jim, and his friend, Sam.

We had a number of exciting times after that weekend but they were usually with strangers or near-strangers. However, I would like to relate a more recent event that started a seismic change amongst our circle of friends.

It had been obvious to me that for some time there was an underlying sexuality among our group. We were all in our late twenties or early thirties, but we were also clearly fighting the onslaught of time as best we could. In fact, the particular group of people that we were closest to were all members of the local health club and we would gather on Saturday mornings and throughout the week for our workouts. In time, I will introduce you to all of the members of this group of friends but for now it is best to focus on Peter and Michelle, the couple that Jim and I were becoming closest with.

Peter was a taller, stronger man who still had the athletic body he had worked so hard to define in college. He was in sales (as was my husband, Jim) and he approached the world with a confidence bordering on haughty pride. Michelle was his stay-at-home wife – shorter and a bit more solid than me (although almost everyone qualifies since I am about 5' 11") with a natural grace and ease about her. Michelle seemed content to live the role of "dutiful wife" as long as the beautiful home and the BMW came with it. Although her aspirations were much different than mine, I admired her comfort and her gentle way.

Over time, my husband Jim and I began to spend more and more time with Peter and Michelle. We got along well together and our schedules left us a great deal of time for barbeques, outings, and evenings together. As I mentioned there were a number of good friends who participated in these gatherings, but Peter and Michelle were clearly our closest friends in the group.

Of course, when you are young, attractive, confident human beings, there is often a teasing element among interactions and conversations and we were all guilty of this as well. No one in the group knew that Jim and I had often had sex with other people outside of our marriage but references were constantly being made about sexual matters. As the particular summer in question eased its way into July, I noticed that Peter was becoming particularly attentive to me.

He would go out of his way to make sure that my wine glass was full or that I had the most comfortable chair at a gathering. I was flattered by the attention and I was also a little intrigued. I knew that Jim and Michelle were also becoming very close and it had been a while since Jim and I had "played outside" (as we would sometimes refer to it). Low-key murmurings and fantasies began to play around in my mind and I knew that whether they reached fruition or not, they couldn't help but increase the joy and excitement that Jim and I experienced in our sex life.

One Friday night, things seemed to start moving towards another level. We had gone over to Peter and Michelle's house for pizza and wine – and usually that meant a lot of wine. After the Red Sox game ended there was really nothing very interesting on TV, so I started looking through their VHS tapes and DVDs. My search was fruitless though, so I started to tease Peter and Michelle. 

"You don't even have any porn, here," I said kiddingly. "You really should have a little porn in your collection for some special nights."

Michelle seemed somewhat taken aback by my words, while Peter seemed revitalized. "What kind of movie did you have in mind, Candi? I mean, do you have some special desires that we should know about?"

"Candi has a lot of special desires," Jim said, "but I have never known her to be a specialist – in life or in the movies."

"I guess I'm just a little bored," I countered. "It might be kind of nice to watch something different for a change. But I guess another viewing of "Die Hard" is in the works for the night." 

"Don't tell me that you guys have a lot of porn movies at your house. I've never seen it when I was there," Peter challenged.

"We own a few x-rated movies," I said. "And we have been known to rent others on occasion to play a very special game of ours." Jim's head snapped up at my words. I smiled and him and then looked at Peter and Michelle before continuing. Their eyes were both staring at me. I wasn't sure if this was the time to push it, but the wine got the better of my common sense. "Jim and I like to play 'Anything They Can Do, We Can Do Better'. It's like Simon Says for adults. Do you want to hear about it?"

I was surprised when Michelle was the first to respond in the affirmative. She had a curious smile on her face as she asked for the details.

"Well, basically what we do is rent a porno video. We have found that some of the tapes of amateurs are actually a lot better for this then the ones with professionals. We watch it and we try to recreate the scenes from the movie. When we first started we barely got through two scenes before the movie was completely forgotten. Now, we force ourselves to wait sometimes…we prolong the sense of foreplay before doing our re-creation of the scene."

"How do you make yourself wait?" Michelle asked. "Isn't it hard to know when to stop and when to go?"

I was pleasantly surprised by Michelle's interest and seeming enthusiasm towards our amateur sex game. I was beginning to wonder if I had underestimated her basic nature.

"The best method we have found is to roll a die a few times. Let's say we roll a three, a one, and a four. We will then act out the third, fourth, and eighth sex scenes from the movie – assuming we can last that long. We watch the first two, act out the third and fourth (the roll of one on the die meant we had to do the first scene after the one we had already done), and then we have to wait until the fourth one after that. Some of the video tapes of amateurs have a lot of scenes – some long, some short – so you never know what you will have to do or how long you may have to do it."

Peter and Michelle had restrained smiles on their faces, while Jim had a huge grin on his. He had known that I had thought about Peter and Michelle as close, close friends and I think he knew that I was trying to push this relationship a lot farther. There was a sense of airlessness in the room as everyone waited for the next comment. Jim did not disappoint.

"There is one problem with the game, though," he said suddenly. "Sometimes there are scenes that are impossible to recreate with just the two of us. We have had to make up special rules when they occur."

"What do you mean?" Peter asked. I wasn't sure if he was being deliberately naïve or thorough or what, but I still welcomed any continuation of this conversation.

"Well, there are some scenes with more than two people," Jim answered. He was staring at Michelle as he said this. Her eyes were staring at his and again I thought that maybe she was a lot wilder that I had originally thought, or hoped. "There are a lot of amateur scenes with a girl and multiple guys. Rarely are there more woman than men but it does happen occasionally." 

"Are there ever scenes with two people that show things that you just don't want to do?" Michelle asked. "I mean, what if it was just too much?"

I felt that it was important that I answer this question – woman to woman AND as the one who was now intent on pushing this conversation and this evening along. Peter and Michelle's interest was obvious and a typical boring evening was now anything but boring.

"That was a concern of mine at first, Michelle," I interjected. "I wanted to be comfortable and safe. But then I realized that my feelings were inappropriate and against the very nature of the experimentation that the game engendered. It wasn't as if we were trying to copy a murder. We were trying to copy a loving act that someone else had tried – and furthermore, a loving act that someone loved so much that they were willing to put it on videotape and share with the world. Jim and I came to believe that we HAD to try it, even if we found that it wasn't for us."

"Exactly," Jim added, "there are a lot of rules that you can create in the game that provide you flexibility. But the basic idea that you MUST try to replicate a scene is non-negotiable."

Again there was a stillness in the air as Peter and Michelle absorbed our words. I looked at Jim who turned his head away from the two of them and winked quickly at me. Whether this was only talk or whether the night moved in a different direction, I knew that at some point tonight we were going to have some excellent sex. I poured myself another glass of wine to kill some time. Peter was looking at Michelle as if to communicate silently. It was time to raise the stakes.

"So do you want to play the game?" I asked as casually as possible. "Jim and I would be happy to teach it to you?" 

I could tell from his expression that Peter was all for it. A glance down at his crotch told me that his body was seconding the motion. However, he had to be sure not to alienate Michelle, no matter how interested she had seemed up until now. I could see from her expression that there were a number of mixed thoughts racing through her head. I knew from my previous experiences with situations like this that it was better to confront those doubts or emotions directly.

"Michelle, you look confused. There must be questions that you have."

Michelle paused before answering. "Shit, Candi, I'm not really sure what is happening here. There's nothing on TV so you are suggesting a sex game! It just all seems a little much."

I didn't sense that Michelle was angry or even adamantly against the idea. I just felt that it was all happening a little too quickly for her and that she had to express some moral outrage. Previously I would have pegged her for a LOT of moral outrage, but my opinion of her had changed in the previous 15 minutes, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"When you say it that way, Michelle, it does seem a little odd. But the fact of the matter is that there has always been a lot of sexual tension and attraction between the four of us. We have gotten very close over the last two years, so this doesn't seem a major leap forward, unless I have completely misread your feelings. What is it about this that would really bother you?"

I give her credit. Michelle thought long and hard before answering – and then she answered from her heart. "Honestly, this all sounds very exciting and fun. I would like to try something crazy for a change. But I don't want my husband making love to you, Candi. You are beautiful and enticing and I don't want to lose a part of my husband to you. Personally, I like you – I may even love you – but your beauty scares me."

I didn't know how to respond – I love my husband, Jim, so much that I would never think of stealing another man. The extra-curricular sexual events we have shared have always been in the spirit of that love, in the light of that love, and frankly tended to enhance that love after the fact.

I started to explain that to Michelle, but Peter began speaking before me and did a much better job of it than me.

"Michelle, I love you," he said simply. "Nothing and no one is going to change that. Besides I think you are more beautiful than Candi – more beautiful than anyone I have ever met. If you are uncomfortable with this generally, then it's OK to say no. But don't worry about my love or my fidelity. If you want to do something crazy for a change (and we were talking about livening things up just last week) then I say we give this a try and see what happens."

"Remember," Jim added, "there are a lot of minor rules that are adaptable in the game. Candi and you could figure those out so that you are completely comfortable with moving ahead while Peter and I drive out and get a few movies."

"That's a good idea, guys," I said. "Go down to the video store while Michelle and I talk things through. When you get back we will tell you what our decision is." I think it was pretty obvious by this point what my decision was, but by phrasing it this way I was trying to give Michelle a better sense of choice and control. 

The boys scurried out the door and I was left alone with Michelle. She looked at me quizzically and then walked over to me and surprised me with a big hug. "Candi, I am so hesitant and so excited all at the same time. What are we doing?"

"Michelle, it will be alright. If this turns into the biggest disaster of all time, we can just forget about it, laugh about it later, and chalk it up to some bad wine. If it is fun, then we will never regret it. All that we need to do now is figure out the rules so that everyone feels a sense of protection and comfort."

And with that we went to work. I had a feeling our husbands might stop at the liquor store as well so we had about 15 minutes to talk through our (really, Michelle's) concerns. 

"Michelle, this is just like it was back in college – before you met Peter. You didn't think twice about fooling around with some guy then, did you? Whatever you want to do – or don't want to do – is OK with me. So what are you thinking right now?"

"Candi, I just don't think I can watch Peter make love with you. I don't think I can swap partners in that way. Could you just fool around a little with him – as I will with Jim – and not fuck him? For some reason this is important to me."

I nodded agreement at this condition and we quickly reached consensus on the rest of the rules governing the game. We both took a few minutes to go upstairs and try to make ourselves look a little bit better before our husbands returned. We had our list of rules in hand when Jim and Peter returned.

We sat them on the couch and made them listen to the rules:

1.Each couple will take turns acting out a scene. 2.There will be no penetration by non-spouses. 3.The non-participant(s) will direct the scenes so that as much of the movie is recreated as possible. 4.When a scene ends, the action off-screen must end, no matter how painful this can be (Jim and I both knew that this rule would probably be broken). 5.If at any time, any one of us wanted to terminate the game, they need only say so – and confirm by stating the key word "Mayflower".

This last precaution seemed unnecessary but again I wanted to provide Michelle with every possible comfort.

The boys agreed readily to any and all stipulations (I got the idea that they would have agreed to having a needle stuck in their eye in order to move things forward) and we all moved into the spacious living room. 

"I got two Amateur Madness tapes," Jim said. He and I knew from experience that these tapes were lengthy compilations of homemade tapes by real people and were perfect for the game of "Anything They Can Do, We Can Do Better". "We also need a die to roll."

Peter quickly produced the die – laughing as he found it in an old Yahtzee game box. "I think this will be more fun than Yahtzee. Who goes first?"

Michelle responded quickly and her answer did not surprise me. "It's Jim and Candi's game, and they are trying to teach it to us. Not that it seems to require hours of study. So I think they should go first."

Peter handed the die to Jim who handed it to me and I quickly threw a two. Michelle scooped it up and also threw a two. We would have to sit through the first scene before our enactment.

Jim placed the tape in the VCR and we fast-forwarded through the promos. As the title came on-screen, Jim reached over and gave me a long, slow kiss. He reached his hand down between my legs and felt the moistness. Even through my shorts there was a noticeable wetness. I looked over at Peter and Michelle and they were cuddled at the other end of the sofa, eyes glued to the screen.

The first scene of the movie was a fairly typical one. A woman is shown standing on a street next to a car that obviously is supposed to have engine problems. She looks around and then walks up to the nearest house where she knocks and asks to use the phone. The man who opens the door is pleasantly surprised to see this attractive woman wearing a sexy dress and 4 inch heels. After making the call (and finding out that she needs to wait a few hours before her friend can come and help her), she sits next to the man and they begin to kiss and then suck and fuck. When I watched movies like this, it always intrigued me as to who was actually filming the scene. This was clearly not made with a camera on a tripod. The angle of the camera constantly changed to catch the couple from various positions. I suppose if you wanted to make one of these films that you would just call one of your close friends and ask them for their help with this – but the idea and the intrigue of imagining who might be filming always gave me a little extra buzz.

I also began to consider the thoughts that must be going through all four of our minds. If not for a role of a die, we might be acting out this very movie right now in front of our best friends. It was incredibly exciting and exhilarating. This scene began to drag a little and so it was no surprise when Peter picked up the remote and fast-forwarded the movie again. He went a little too far and had to rewind a bit.

Scene two was the one that Jim and I would have to enact and I was almost breathless as the tape went black after the stranded motorist got cum sprayed across her cheek. I held Jim's hand tightly as the tape brightened and "our" scene began.

The opening cut was a topless woman drying her hair as if she were getting ready for a night out. As she turned and saw the camcorder, she laughed at the photographer and then did a little dance so her boobs bounced around for him (and for anyone who saw the tape). Clearly there was no third person in the room – it was all shot from the point of view of the boyfriend/husband who was holding the camera. The woman on screen dropped to her knees and slowly opened his zipper and lowered his pants before beginning to give him a blowjob.

Peter started to complain, "Where's the local action? Aren't you two supposed to be acting this out?' He rewound the tape so that we could get in position. 

It was a release to finally be able to take off my shirt and bra. Michelle went into the bathroom so that I could cover myself just as the girl in the movie was so I quickly removed my shorts and panties as well. I put the towel around me and started to play with my hair. Peter resumed the tape and Jim stood a few feet away from me pretending to hold a camera. Because I had already seen the start of the clip I didn't have to watch the movie to know when to shake my body before slowly kneeling in front of Jim and starting to open his pants. His dick sprang from his pants (there had been over an hour of verbal and mental foreplay at this point) and I started to curl my tongue around him and take him slowly into my mouth.

I looked over briefly at Peter and Michelle and they were holding hands and watching me with intense interest. I closed my eyes again and returned to administering to Jim, while also trying to not be too good at the blowjob. After all, we had a movie to remake.

This went on for a few minutes before Peter and Michelle suddenly started shouting for us to stop and switch positions. On screen, the scene had shifted to the bedroom where the woman was now positioned doggy-style sideways from the camera. It was obvious that the camera was now on a tripod and, sure enough, the man suddenly appeared behind her and was taking her from behind. The pause button was hit and we started debating how to arrange this new scene. The idea of moving to a bedroom wasn't acceptable because of all the other logistical changes that would have had to be made, so we decided to use the sofa as our "bed". Peter and Michelle got down on the floor and I assumed the same position as the woman while Jim got behind me. As we hit the "Play" button, I was hitting new heights of anticipation. My wet pussy easily took all of Jim and he began to pound into me from behind. In the meantime, our two best friends were sitting six feet away watching intently. I knew that my body was still very attractive; I also knew that Jim looked great, so for Peter and Michelle this was like having a live sex show right in their living room. 


The Joy of Candi Ch. 01



Jim fucked me for what seemed like five minutes and I was gathering myself for an orgasm when the woman on TV suddenly screamed and collapsed beneath the weight of her own orgasm. Damn! The tape quickly went to black and Peter pushed the pause button with a smile.

"Times up," he said with a laugh. "Good job, but the rules clearly state that all activity must stop when the scene ends."

I looked up and over at Peter and Michelle with a hazy, distant kind of look. I slowly reentered normal orientation and my breathing slowed. I could feel Jim exit my body but I was still in that lovely state of erotic bliss. Michelle started to applaud and the two men joined in. This helped to bring me all the way back and I stood, grabbed the towel from the floor and slowly wrapped it around my body. I did this not from shame, but simply because I knew it would create more mystique when I had my next scene. 

We all decided to take a little break and freshen our wine glasses before proceeding. I gave Jim a big kiss and then decided, what the hell, and gave Peter a big kiss as well. Michelle just smiled at me before turning to go to the kitchen. I followed her in there and walked up behind her.

"Well, Michelle, what do you think?"

"You are a sexy woman, Candi, and that was really hot. I hope I can do as well." Even though Michelle's words seemed to reflect some doubt, there was an intonation that almost came across as a challenge. I didn't want to impact that resolve so I simply said, "I can't wait to watch you and Peter."

When we were all settled again (I had my hand placed on Jim's medium hard prick), the tape was started again. The third scene was really filmed well – there was almost a professional quality to it. It was set in a large playroom in a home and two men were shooting pool. It was clear that one man was losing heavily to the other. Their discussion was interrupted by the presence of the loser's wife who was bringing them beers. At this point, the story line became clear. After her departure, another wager was arranged where the wife was put up as collateral. The loser loses again, and the friend gets to have sex with the wife as a payoff.

All four of us were watching this setup intently and as the sex began it was clear that there was going to be a lot of sex going on in the living room this evening as we watched the rest of the scene. Peter was rubbing Michelle's body and she had her hand in his lap as well. Jim had a finger just outside my pussy and was playing with the folds of my lips. On screen, the wife got over her initial annoyance and then began to fuck the husband's friend in a frenzied fashion. The husband had to stand by and watch but when the wife hit a certain point she begged him to fuck her mouth. The two men took turns fucking her in a number of different positions before cumming all over her face.

The sexual temperature and tension in the living room was rising quickly so I pushed the pause button when the movie action ended.

"OK, guys, ready for your big scene?" I asked. 

Peter and Michelle looked at me and then at each other. "I guess you have to start somewhere," Peter responded.

I pushed play for just a minute and the TV brightened into a scene of a woman in a string bikini lying in a beach chair beside a pool. I decided to stop it immediately.

"Michelle, go upstairs and get you outfit on," I demanded. "And be quick about it." I had decided to take control of this scene. Michelle looked at all of us but then realized that it would only take a minute and that it would add to the realism of the scene.

She returned quickly wearing a tiny bikini I had never seen before. She looked great and it was clear that she (like me) had very little hair around her pussy. She layed down on the couch and said she was ready.

The movie began again and the woman was applying oil while clearly getting herself off in some way. As her hand moved down between her legs, I encouraged Michelle to do the same thing. Like Jim, the pent-up foreplay of the last few hours overcame her and Michelle began to rub herself vigorously. I suddenly felt bad for Peter because the scene apparently was a solo one. However, suddenly the camera showed a worker behind a fence watching the woman stroke herself. He had his prick in his hand and he was stroking himself in time to her motions. 

"Get it out, Peter," I shouted. "C'mon, big boy, let's see what you've got." I was laughing as I spoke, but I was also curious. I figured Peter was on the large side and I was not surprised when my hunch proved correct. 

Peter took his hardened cock in his hand and began pumping himself. The action on TV became obvious and our two "actors" in the living room had no problem following the plot without watching. The woman on the film saw the man and called him out from behind the fence. She chastised him for watching her and then made him lick her pussy.

Jim and I spoke encouraging words as Peter went to the edge of the couch and began licking Michelle's pussy. I changed my position so that I could watch Michelle from below her legs. Her pussy was clearly wet and wide open. Peter took long lingering licks and she was beginning to moan her approval. 

Suddenly Jim noticed that in the movie the man was now fucking the woman in the missionary position. Peter needed no encouragement to quickly hammer his fully erect cock into Michelle's pussy and the two began to rock in time. Peter was clearly aroused as he pounded into her.

"As your director, I must remind you that you have to do what is done on camera. Furthermore, if you do orgasm in your first scene, you may not be able to handle later assignments," I said. I wasn't trying to ruin their fun, I just wanted to remind them of the unique circumstances – and frankly, I wanted the game to continue as long as possible.

My words were enough to distract them from a mutual orgasm immediately. The movie scene changed so that the man was now sitting sideways on the lounge chair and the woman sat atop his cock. Not only did Michelle and Peter change into that position but Jim and I sat directly in front of them watching from the same angle as the camera in the movie. Peter's dick and Michelle's pussy were literally inches from our faces. It was incredible. They continued like this for minutes until I finally stole a glance at the TV and realized that a completely different scene was taking place.

I shouted, "Times up," and watched as Peter and Michelle also had to come back to reality from their sexual otherworldliness. "You guys looked beautiful together," I added, "Absolutely incredible."

"You are a beautiful woman, Michelle," Jim said. "Maybe someday you and I could do a scene together."

"It's against the rules, horny boy," I said as I poked him in the ribs. "You're stuck with me."

"It's against the rules TONIGHT….and rules can always be adjusted over time."

Once again it seemed that we all needed to take a few minutes. Michelle put her swimsuit back on and went off to the bathroom. Peter and Jim were back in their briefs and I had my barely sufficient towel on. There was a comfortable feeling among all the participants – this clearly was not a disaster. I was proud but not surprised by the way everyone was handling the evening.

But there was also an increased urgency about the night. I didn't know about everyone else, but I needed to get off – and in a hurry. I was glad that Jim and I would go next and that I could do just that. Before rolling I suggested that we really didn't want to sit through too many more scenes and everyone readily agreed to this change. I suggested that 4, 5, and 6 would represent 1, 2, and 3 from now on (Jim and I had made this same change when we played the game at home). Jim rolled a 1 and Peter rolled a 5 for the next round of enjoyment. Jim and I were settled in on the floor and I noticed that Peter was slowly rubbing Michelle's upper thigh and pussy as we watched the screen once again come alive. 

Well, it was a scene that Jim and I were supposed to enact but it clearly was going to be difficult. The movie began with two women coming home from a shopping trip. As they were putting down their bags full of new purchases they were bemoaning that fact that their husbands were out golfing and would probably be late after spending some time on the nineteenth hole.

I looked over at Michelle and our eyes locked for a minute. She didn't look scared exactly, but I was sure that it was clear to her where this scene was going. I stated the obvious, "Maybe we should skip this scene. I'm not sure that Jim and I can do it justice."

I knew what Jim's response would be, but I was surprised that Peter actually beat him to it. "No way! The purpose of the game is to experience new things and it is clear that we have two actresses here that are perfect for these roles. This is no time to beg off."

"Alright," I answered, "But you guys are going to be without any relief for some time." I knew that I had to initiate the action, so I stood up and walked over to take Michelle's hand. "Come with me, baby. The boys want to realize one of their fantasies."

In her obviously stimulated state, Michelle had no problem with my request. On screen, the girls were modeling their new purchases for each other, but I knew that it would become more than a fashion show. I motioned Melissa to the floor and the two of us faced each other while still kneeling. I kissed her long and hard and then dropped down to her neck and gave her a teasing bite. My towel had slipped off of my body and I felt her hands push it further away. I did the same with her small bikini top and then I slowly eased her back so that she was the first to be lying on the floor. 

Michelle rolled her hips slightly as if to signal her willingness to have me remove her bikini bottom. I could see the same puffy lips and her engorged clitoris that I had recently seen in action with Peter. I leaned forward and began to lick and suck her crotch. I could tell that she immediately went into a heightened state of arousal. I had had a number of lesbian experiences in college and in my life with Jim but this was the first time I had ever tasted someone in front of their life partner.

When I paused, Michelle barely moved from her revelry. I didn't want to disrupt the moment but I also wanted some attention so I shifted around into a 69 position so that my cunt was just over Michelle's face. She sensed my movement and began to kiss me tentatively. I wasn't sure but I suspected this might be Michelle's first time with a woman.

A quick look at the TV showed me that the actual movie was not progressing as fast as Michelle and I were. A quick look at Peter and Jim showed me that they thought we were progressing just fine. Jim whispered, "You're beautiful, Joy," using the pet name for me that we both understood to represent my wild, unfettered sexual side. Jim liked to see Joy surface.

I continued to enjoy Michelle in this way and I could feel her tongue increasing in intensity and deliberation. That slow, rolling orgasm that would lead to a shattering spasm was building inside of me. 

Suddenly, from the TV came men's voices and Michelle and I both looked up to see that the onscreen story had evolved in a perfect way for our private sex party. The "husbands" had returned home to find their wives in a lesbian embrace. They quickly dropped their jeans and joined the scene. 

Peter and Jim both let out screams of delight and joined Michelle and me on the floor. I wanted to stay in the pseudo-69 position so I sat upright and stuck my ass further backwards. "Fuck me, Jim," I demanded, and Jim began to enter my sopping vagina just above Michelle's face. Peter came around in front of me and began to plow Michelle's pussy. It was a perfect moment for us both – feeling the sensation of being totally filled with cock just as we were reaching the point of needing it, while also being able to watch another cock close up. 

When Peter slowed his stroke into Michelle's cunt I could bend down and lick her clitoris a bit. I could feel her tongue on me periodically. The sensation of being lifted into a higher and higher sexual orbit filled my body and soul. I was becoming weak in the knees (literally) and knew that I had to lie down before I hurt myself (or someone else). I reached behind me and pushed Jim away so that I could shift down to floor level.

I decided to lay in the opposite direction of Michelle so that our heads were side-by-side. I leaned over to kiss her but her expression was one of intense satisfaction and distraction. I again kissed and bit her throat but she paid little attention. Her focus seemed to be solely below the waist at this point. 

In the position we were in, Jim and Peter could watch each other fuck their wives. I know that men are very visual lovers (certainly Jim is) and so this must have heightened their satisfaction. Both of them were getting much louder verbally as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh also increased. I reached over to hold Michelle's hand as I briefly caught her ethereal expression. I, too, closed my eyes and began to focus on my orgasm.

I was proud of the way that evening had gone and proud of my part in inspiring it. I was completely sated with my husband fucking me hard while holding my friends hand and knowing that things like this would continue to occur in the future. I had no doubt that this was the beginning of more such events and that last realization pushed me over the edge. I screamed out in lust as an orgasm welled up from deep inside of me. My hips bucked against Jim's body and I felt him tighten and erupt inside of me.

Almost simultaneously, Michelle's grip on my hand tightened and she clearly reached the peak of her sensation. She was not a screamer like me but her breathing became accelerated and her body also rocked up and down off of the floor. The chain reaction was complete as Peter emptied himself inside of her. The sounds of flesh against flesh diminished but the assaults of the other senses were undeniable – the smell of sex, the feel of sweat, the sound of accelerated breathing trying to get back under control. One could almost hear the heartbeats of four very excited people.

Michelle spoke the first words. "That was absolutely incredible!" We all murmured our concurrence. "No," she said, "I mean it. That was the most incredible sensation I have ever experienced."

"Yeah, it's a good game," Jim answered humorously. "I thought you girls were damn good in that scene." Of course, we all realized that we had stopped looking at the TV long ago. 

As we began to disentangle, Peter began to ask Jim if this was something we did often.

"The game of 'Anything They Can Do" or "playing" outside our marriage generally?" Jim asked.

"The latter," Peter responded. I could tell that Michelle was refocusing on the conversation. 

"We've tried some things like this in the past. It really started when Candi did a threesome with Sam and me at the beach. (Sam was from a different circle of friends than Peter and Michelle, but they had met him enough to know who we were talking about.) Since then we have tried some other things, but never with anyone really close to us. I think that was why this was so special. We really like you guys."

"And we feel great with you," Michelle added. "Thanks for tonight."

I think we were all sort of pondering what had begun and excited about the possibilities, while at the same time recognizing that we didn't want to overanalyze the situation too quickly. I decided to throw in my two cents worth.

"OK, then," I said, "I am ready for a glass of wine for the road and then I have one last suggestion to make. Can somebody find it in their heart to get me a drink? And by the way, I don't want anyone to put on any clothes. Let's all stay naked."

Since we were all in very good shape and because of what we had just experienced, my suggestions was accepted and we all headed back into the kitchen. We talked about other things for awhile and drank some wine and had some appetizers. But sexuality hung in the air and ultimately the issue of Jim and my activities came up again.

The surprise was that it was Michelle that wanted to hear all of the details about our weekend getaway (as related in some previous memoirs on Literotica), so Jim and I began to regale her with the tale. I sensed that the idea of being with two men was intriguing to Michelle so I didn't avoid any details or any chance to talk about my feelings throughout the weekend. It also gave me an opportunity to convey how I thought they should look at their activities tonight without seeming to preach to them.

The fact was that because Jim, Sam, and I had been so open and frank that weekend the sex was terrific and didn't harm our personal relationship. I wanted the same thing between Peter, Michelle, Jim and me. 

As I told how Sam and Jim had finally fucked me together that last night, I could see that Jim and Peter had fully erect dicks. As I was finishing my tale, I had to call it to Michelle's attention (although I think she already knew).

"Michelle, we have a problem. Well, actually, we have two problems – two huge cocks that seem to need some administration."

"What should we do about that, Candi?" she answered coyly. "I feel a little sore right now."

"I know that we said there would be no penetration between non-spouses, but I do think we all should get to know each other a little better. Jim always tells me that I give great blowjobs and I have heard Peter say the same about you. I think that you need to take care of Jim and I will take care of Peter. The first one to make them cum, gets the prize."

"But what's the prize, Candi?"

"We'll figure that out tomorrow," I said as I stood up and walked over in front of Peter. He was more than willing to accept my offer as he pushed his chair back from the table so I could have free access to his cock. After the events of the night and my "bedtime story" he was rock hard as I began to stroke and suck him. I cupped his balls and rolled my tongue down the length of his dick. 

I could hear noises at my side that indicated that Michelle was in the same position with Jim. I looked up at my husband's face and it was clear that Peter hadn't lied about Michelle's prowess with her tongue. 

It was no contest, though, as to who would cum first. I accelerated my sucking of Peter and felt his large cock slip past my tongue and down my throat. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and felt the seed start to erupt inside my mouth. I was tempted to have him cum on my face so that Jim would have a visual for his orgasm, but I also sense that Peter wanted to cum inside of my mouth so that it seemed like a cunt. I held him inside me and his hips bucked repeatedly as he finished his orgasm.

As I finished licking him clean, I could hear Jim's murmuring grunt that I had heard so often in the past. He, too, had an opportunity to cum inside another woman's mouth for the first time. He and I both certainly hoped it would not be the last time with this particular woman. As Michelle and I both pulled away from the men's chairs, it seemed an obvious gesture to turn and kiss each other.

It was not a kiss of cum-swapping, not some trumped up erotica for a movie camera. Just a kiss between two woman who had shared their men, shared their sexuality, and shared their love for an evening. It was something that somehow sealed the good feeling that surrounded the evening.

I knew that after Jim and I left, Peter and Michelle would have a lot to talk about. I knew that the four of us would need to decide where all of this was going to go. But as I kissed Michelle, I felt only a sense of warmth, of fulfillment, of thanks. It was great to be married to Jim. It was great to have friends like this. I loved my life.



The Joy of Candi Ch. 02



(My thanks to everyone who responded to my earlier writings. I know it has been awhile since I posted but that is part of the tale. When I showed Michelle the "Joy of Candi 1" memoir, she was very uncomfortable with the idea of going pseudo-public. Per her wishes, I agreed to cease. However, events over the last years have changed her mind and it is with her blessing that I continue the tell the story of our lives and our loves. A lot has happened since then, so there are many chapters ahead – if I feel that people are reading them and enjoying them. Let me know)

Having a new lover is like being a kid on Christmas eve. You know there are delights ahead and you have a vague idea of what they might be but you're not really sure exactly what you might unwrap..

Having a new couple to love is just like that – only raised to the fourth power. You have two new lovers as well as your husband. The potential combinations are numerous, the potential joy unbound. The presents under the Christmas tree are almost infinite.

After our adventure with Peter and Michelle, Jim and I returned home in a state of sexual frenzy and slept and fucked the rest of the night away. I was pretty sure that Peter and Michelle did the same so I wasn't entirely surprised when I got an early morning phone call from Michelle. She wanted to meet with me to talk about the situation. Under normal circumstances, I would have asked for clarification as to whether this was going to be a positive or a negative conversation, but when she used the phrase 'amazing fucking night' I didn't have to.

It was a typical Saturday so we decided to stick to the regular schedule. We all headed to the gym for our usual workout and then Michelle and I were going to head off to lunch. When Jim and I pulled into the parking lot, we saw Peter and Michelle just getting out of their car. I'm not sure if it was arranged but it gave us all a chance to say hello for the first time since our sexual sharing without being observed by our other friends. I think the ear to ear grin on Peter's face might have led them to suspect that something was up.

No words were spoken about the previous evening but the tacit acknowledgements through hugs, hand gestures and body language made it clear to me that our experience had been a very good one for everyone involved.

It was fun to watch the boys work out and remember visions of their bodies from the night before. I caught Michelle's eyes a few times and I could tell she had similar thoughts. I also watched Michelle shower with a new fascination, knowing that my tongue had explored her just twelve hours earlier.

Michelle had already told Peter that she only wanted to have lunch with me, so he had been working the phones that morning trying to find some Red Sox tickets. Being the salesman that he is, he was successful and so Jim and Peter headed up to Boston for the day and Michelle and I headed out for our own fun. As soon as we got in the car, words began to gush out of her.

"Shit, Candi, I cannot believe what happened last night! Not just with you two, but afterwards as well. It was like Peter and I were together for the first time. The whole thing was just totally amazing."

I decided to stay reserved and let her dictate the conversation. "I'm glad you approved."

"Approved? I feel like me whole body has just opened up to some new force. I only slept about two hours. I just kept thinking about it over and over again. I'm excited – but excited in about ten different ways. What about you?"

"Honestly, Michelle?" She looked at me and nodded. "It was extraordinary. Jim and I have been with other people before but never with people that we were so close to. It was just terrific. The question now is where do we go from here?"

I knew where Jim and I wanted things to go but I needed to hear Michelle and Peter's take on things. Michelle paused, but then the answer came gushing out.

"I know I sound like some kind of whore, Candi, but I want more and more of the same. Forget some of the rules that I set last night. I want to be fucked by two men. I want to make love to you again. I want to experience all of the things that you have and I want us to experience some new things together. I'm not getting any younger and I just feel that this is an opportunity – and Jim and you are a couple – that I want to fully experience. Is that possible?"

"How does Peter feel?"

"He told me last night that he loved me more fully than he ever has before. He wants me to be happy. I haven't told him what I just told you but I think he knows by the way I responded last night. I am a little afraid to let my wild side out so completely – do you think he might get offended or threatened?

"Only time can answer that one. I can tell you that if you are just honest with him about your relationship – your relationship aside from some of the sexual things that you might experience – then everything is going to be alright. Jim has done a great job of understanding that. I am Candi, his loving wife who would never stop loving him or hurt him unnecessarily and I am also this other ego, that loves to experiment and experience sexually. We even have a name for that side of me – Joy."

"Are you saying that I need a nickname?"

"No, Michelle," I answered, "although it does help to clarify things. I am saying that both you and Peter have to compartmentalize the sex acts from your feelings for each other. Everything else will follow naturally. But that's the bigger picture – what do you want to do in the short term."

Michelle thought about my question before answering. "I want to eat lunch and then I want to prepare for an evening with our two men. I want to continue last night's adventure if the three of you are up for it. I'm sorry to be so direct but I want pleasure!"

I laughed at her wording but I knew what Michelle meant. She had yet to experience the feel of two men in her body. She had yet to experience many things that I had already encountered. I knew her eagerness. I knew her hunger.

And I knew how to make it comfortable for her. "Alright, Michelle, here's what I am going to do for you. Tonight will be your night. Tell me all of the things that you want and I will serve as your aide. I will tell the boys what to do so that you don't seem so brazen. I will orchestrate the night the way that you want it and make sure that your pleasure is the first concern for everyone."

"But, Candi, that isn't fair. You....."

"Don't worry about me. There will be plenty of pleasure to go around. I'll get my kicks."

Since the evening was decided, the afternoon became a long prelude. The boys were being entertained at Fenway Park, so Michelle and I decided to pamper ourselves by going to the hair and nail salon, to the liquor store for wine, and the grocery store for more supplies. We were NOT intending to leave the house that night.

It was almost four o'clock when we got back to my house. I called Jim on his cell and cryptically told him what we had in minds. "Jim, Michelle and I want Peter and you to show up at 6:00 tonight with a desire to show us how much you love us. I believe that you will be greeted by Candi and another alter-ego that has just surfaced. There are very few restrictions remaining from last night's game."

It was with great Joy (pun intended) that I hung up on him. When the phone rang a few moments later, I knew it was Jim calling back. "Did you hear me clearly?," I asked. When he asked for more details, I cut him off again.. "Just show up at 6 with a smile on your face."

Michelle and I poured a glass of wine and I told her there was more pampering to be done. "I noticed a bit of stubble around your pussy last night, Michelle. That needs to be taken care of and I believe that you should shave me as well."

We went upstairs to the bedroom and I had Michelle strip and lay down on the bed. There really wasn't much hair there but I wanted a chance to feel Michelle's pussy and I was not surprised when it appeared somewhat open and inviting and rather wet. Clearly she had been thinking intriguing thoughts throughout the day. I soaked the area in warm water and carefully shaved her from the inside out. My fingers slipped into her on purpose and I rotated my hand slowly as I continued my job. Her eyes were closed and I saw her head lean back in delight. After I dried her off, I told her that I had to give my job the taste test.

Slowly I dropped my lips onto her lower lips and lapped at the escaping juices. Her vaginal area was smooth so there was no discomfort on my cheeks as I ground my face further into her pussy. My tongue darted around her opening for a few minutes before it found her clitoris and started a rapid assault. I could hear Michelle's breathing become irregular and small moans begin to escape her. Just as I felt her body spasm slightly, I pulled away and looked up at her face. As she opened her eyes, I moved forward to give her a kiss and let her taste her own juices. We locked in an intense embrace and our tongues fought with each other. We nearly go carried sway until I remembered the time and the task still ahead.

"Now you shave me – and I demand the same taste test!" Michelle rose from the bed and remained naked while I began to strip off. For the next 15 minutes, she treated me to the same intense preparation – both externally and internally. Once again we caught ourselves by remembering what 6:00 would bring. It was only left to decide our clothing for the night. Since I didn't think the boys would need much encouragement we decided to forego the "slutty hooker" look for the more dignified "Hollywood glamour" approach. We put on slightly transparent longer nightgowns that made it clear there was nothing else on underneath. 

We shared another glass of wine in the kitchen and discussed our plan further. Jim and Peter showed their anticipation by arriving at around 5:50 and I knew that we were going to have one hell of an evening.

I greeted my husband and my new best male friend in the hallway after instructing Michelle to stay behind in the kitchen. I grabbed both of their hands and led them into the living room before pushing them onto the couch. For the second time in two days, I found myself laying out the ground rules – or rather the lack of any ground rules.

"Gentlemen, my name is Joy. I am Candi's alter-ego and I will be your host for the evening." I took a small bow so that they could be sure that I was naked underneath my gown. 

"In a minute, I will introduce you to Michelle's alter-ego. One of your jobs tonight will be to think of a name for this very special person. Tonight is her night. You two have one job and one job only – to pleasure her in any way that she desires. Any restrictions from last night are now lifted. Any perceived restrictions are now void. You are free to do anything that you would like to pleasure Michelle."

"I will serve as her handmaiden. I will help you to pleasure Michelle. When in doubt, make sure that her pleasure comes first. Are there any questions"

I waited and watched as Jim and Peter grinned and literally licked their lips in anticipation. I turned to Peter and asked him directly, "Michelle wanted me to make sure that you were absolutely OK with this? Are you?"

"Absolutely!"

"Then let me present – the new Michelle!"

Michelle walked out from the kitchen area with a fiery strut to her step. She came over towards me, did a full turn which caused her negligee to billow and thin to reveal her body, and gave me a full French kiss which lasted many seconds. Without saying a word, she dropped to her knees in front of my husband and began to open his zipper. It wasn't easy due to the pressure that was being exerted from below. 

Once Jim's prick was released, Michelle smiled up at her husband as she began to lick and fondle his best friend. I moved beside her and watched her service Jim while beginning to rub Peter's leg. He watched his wife raptly as he began to loosen his own trousers. This was all the encouragement that I needed as I began to provide him the same service that Michelle was giving Jim on my right. The boys were good and ready but we kept up our blowjobs for a few more minutes.

I knew it was time to resume my emcee duties. "OK, enough. It's time to move downstairs to the playroom where we can be more comfortable. I want you two to take off your clothes immediately. Michelle is going to fuck you both at the same time."

I grabbed Michelle's hand and walked downstairs to an open living area that we had in the house. We could both hear our husbands behind us tearing off their clothes. Michelle and I had taken the time earlier to take the mattresses off the adjoining guest room beds and lay them out on the floor of the main room. We had also grabbed many pillows and piled them on top. The effect was a huge bed for romping on without any danger, despite the activities of the evening.

I moved onto the mattresses with Michelle and began kissing her again. I gave her a big hug and assured her quietly that everything was going to be fine. The boys were still upstairs – I suspected they were getting a drink – and Michelle and I hugged while I moved my hand down between her leg. It was an electric feeling as I slipped a finger into her. She sighed and laid back onto the mattress with eyes closed. I sensed that Jim and Peter had entered the room and I motioned Peter over to the bed with a snap of my head. 

He quickly laid down between Michelle's legs and pushed her nightgown up above her breasts. His tongue began to caress her pussy and since I saw that she was in good hands, I stood up and moved over to Jim. I stripped off my negligee and gave him a big, theatrical wet kiss.

"Do you want to fuck Michelle, honey?" I asked kiddingly – the answer was obvious. I grabbed his cock and kissed his neck. "I want you to make this the best night of her life sexually. If you work really hard at it, we can do this again and again."

"I love you, Candi...eh, I mean, Joy." Jim seemed to take special delight in calling me by my wild side nickname. We both turned and watched Peter and Michelle on the floor. As if on cue, Peter slid up next to Michelle and they began to talk quietly. I don't know what was said but I had a pretty good idea. 

Jim and I stayed at a safe distance until I saw Michelle look over in our direction. "Come here, Jim," she said. I thought she was going to say more but her face reddened and her voice trailed off. A little of Michelle had crept back into her alter-ego and she couldn't verbalize what she wanted. But Jim knew.

The two men moved to either side of Michelle and began to caress her body. I moved to the other side of Jim and began to rub him and Michelle. Jim kissed her intensely and began to finger her pussy. 

I stood up and moved to the other side of the group next to Peter. Although his cock was at full erection, I made a joke about being Michelle's "fluffer" so that he would be all set to fuck her. I dropped my head onto his lap and once again began to suck my husband's best friend. After a few minutes, I pronounced Peter ready to go and Michelle turned toward Peter and away from my husband. I held Peter's cock and guided it into Michelle's pussy, which gave me yet another chance to touch her wetness. 

Peter began to thrust into his wife while Jim and I watched intensely. It was a beautiful and memorable scene. Once again I stood up and moved back beside my husband so that I could touch him while we watched the action. When Peter and Michelle seemed to be reaching another plateau in their love-making, I felt that I should interrupt and continue my duties as handmaiden. 

"Michelle, have you ever had anal?"

Her eyes remained unfocused for a few seconds as if she had forgotten her surroundings. My question slowly brought her back to the reality of our foursome. 

"Michelle, answer me. Have you ever tried anal?'

Peter answered on her behalf. "We have tried it...and it was fun. But Michelle was very uncomfortable the next day, so we decided it wasn't worth it."

"Alright, we will table that idea for now. But it isn't fair that Peter has had you all to himself, Michelle. Are you ready to be fucked by someone other than your husband." My words were chosen carefully. I knew that as an evening like this goes on, "making love" would become "fucking" and "vaginas" would become "cunts".

Michelle once again responded wordlessly by turning her back on her husband and reaching out to Jim who rolled on top of her and began an intense, deep penetration. 

Once again, I stood up and moved over to Jim. You must realize that my movements at the time were natural and normal. In my position as second woman, I had to move to caress whatever body was free at the time. It is only in this retelling that I begin to see that I was like a human tennis ball. 

I moved next to Peter but the sights and the sounds of the evening had caught up to me and I suddenly realized how wet and engorged my own pussy was. I grabbed Peter's cock and led him inside of me. I felt the deep penetration of an unfamiliar dick and laid back to enjoy his actions as I heard Michelle's breath quicken beside me. 

"Michelle, is it okay that your husband is fucking me?" I asked knowing that no answer would be forthcoming - or necessary. I wanted to verbalize what was going on so there would be no uneasiness later. "Do you like Jim's cock in your pussy?"

I don't always talk dirty during sex but it seemed like the right thing to do this evening. 

"Both of these men want to cum with, in or on you. This is important, Michelle – answer me. Where do you want them to cum?"

I looked over at Michelle and our eyes locked briefly. "Where do you want them to cum, Michelle? No, not Michelle – Michelle's alter-ego. Where do you want them to cum?

Michelle's body began to shudder and I could feel Peter get even harder inside of me. Jim had slowed his rhythm to a careful, consistent beat – a sure sign that he was ready to cum.

Michelle was struggling to speak until finally her voice whispered. "I want to watch them cum. I want to see them cum in my face. I want to taste them."

The boys needed no further cues. I felt Peter slip inside of me and slide over towards his wife. I saw and heard Jim pull out of Michelle and slide to the other side of her. I grabbed another pillow and put it under her head so that she was elevated on an angle. The men were on either side of her face stroking their cocks and I went below Michelle and started to lick her incredibly wet cunt. However, I did this with my eyes open and my face tilted up so that I could watch this intense scene. 

Michelle's eyes darted back and forth between the two cocks and her mouth opened and closed rapidly. I increased the movement of my tongue and the men stroked faster and harder. Jim was the first to cum as a huge shot of sperm was launched over her right eye and landed in her hair. Another hit her cheek and a third landed on the eyebrow and began to drip down. Peter's ejaculation was even more prolific as it shot across her head onto the bed. His future eruptions coated the left side of her face as she tossed her head back and forth to catch his flow. Although we had never talked about it, it was clear that Michelle was like me and loved the feel and taste of hot cum.

I had stopped licking Michelle's pussy to witness the men's flow but she didn't seem to mind. I slid my body up onto her and sucked in a taste of Peter's cum. I licked Michelle's cheek and then kissed her softly on the lips.

"You are so beautiful." This seemed to awaken Peter and Jim out of their post-coital dreaminess as they both quickly added their compliments to Michelle.

Michelle scooped the cum out of her eye with her index finger and offered it to me. I licked it clean. She laid back on the bed and began to laugh. We all joined in. Words weren't necessary just then. I kissed Peter and then I kissed Jim. Peter kissed his wife and thanked her softly. Jim did the same.




The Joy of Candi Ch. 03



(Hopefully, this remembrance is entertaining on its own. Readers however are encouraged to read parts 1 and 2 if they would like)

Our love life with Peter and Michelle settled into a nice rhythm. Jim and I made it a point to have time alone as a couple as well as exhilarating weekend nights as a foursome (and believe me, though there were strokes, balls, and swings involved, there was no golfing with this foursome) It was uncharted territory for the four of us and we had great fun. Sometimes there would be themes involved with our evenings (Roman, nudist camp, etc) and sometimes where would be challenges (who could have the most orgasms – no faking allowed). In time a naturalness developed, an ease in the sexuality that made the acts themselves a means of communication as well as a means of having a great fucking time in every sense of the word. Some nights were even focused on just one of the four of us whereby the other three people would be entirely focused on the sexual care and joy of the fourth.

I suppose I was falling in love with Peter and Michelle in a way that was different than but also dependent upon the love I had for Jim. Other friends noticed our renewed closeness but had no idea of the origin, extent, or nature of our relationship. We still maintained decorum while in our extended group. It was hard sometimes because it seemed so natural for me to reach out and grab Peter's arm lovingly or to untangle a bit of Michelle's hair for her. But these gestures were invested in sexual and emotional meaning for me which a casual viewer wouldn't necessarily perceive. I felt them as pieces of foreplay even though the ultimate "play" might occur days or weeks hence. 

We did not get together as a foursome on any kind of regular basis. Our schedules dictated the times of our sharing. Sometimes an entire weekend would be spent together. Sometimes a month or so would go by without my being with Peter or Michelle hooking up with Jim. We had solved one issue though. The boys had finally settled on a name for Michelle's alter ego – Tanya. It smacked of the exotic. It smacked of the illicit. And it made it easy for us to communicate our needs. 

A call from Michelle in which she introduced herself as Tanya let me know exactly what was on her mind or on Peter's mind. I was still Candi and Joy – and this duality within Michelle/Tanya and me helped us to organize our inner sexuality vis-a vis the mores of society and its projection of how married woman should behave. The men needed no such duality – boys are just sexual gluttons and they reveled in their situation - married but non-monogamous. 

So as the birthday month of Peter and Michelle approached, I knew we were in for a night of particular celebration. They were born one week apart in August and the weekend between the birthdays promised to be special. The question was how to make it particularly so. The answer came to me about a month earlier during an evening that we all had together.

On this particular night, the four of us had gone out to dinner at a local restaurant. I had dressed up for the occasion in a colorful silk dress with low cut top. That day I had gone shopping with Michelle and bought a matching set of red thigh high stockings, a cute red bra, and three inch red heels with ankle straps. I knew the impression I made as I walked through the restaurant and I relished the attention. Michelle looked great in a more conservative way, though her short skirt still showed plenty of leg. Michelle had lost some weight since our swinging had started (being naked around two men all the time will do that for you) and she looked superb. She was never overweight; there was just a touch of fleshiness that had crept into her marriage that now had melted away in her extended marriage.

As I sat at the restaurant I again appreciated the comfort of the relationship the four of us shared as well as the anticipation of what the night would bring. We ordered drinks and talked idly. But not for long.

"So gentlemen, I – Joy – want to know what I can do for you tonight."

Jim and Peter exchanged a quick glance at each other and laughed. 

"I mean to say that I am sitting here in this fuck-me dress and these fuck-me shoes and I want you to know, if you haven't gotten the hint yet, that I would definitely want you to fuck-me later? Did I mention that I am not wearing panties" With this statement I grabbed Jim's hand and pulled it towards my pussy. He placed a finger on me and slowly rubbed my clit. I then pushed him away and did the same with Peter's hand. I am not sure if anyone in the restaurant was watching but I really didn't care.

Michelle was used to my antics by this point and she just laughed and reminded them that she was here too. Once we got talking about the night to come, the banter really began to flow.

"I think what we need this evening is some adult entertainment," Jim said. "I don't know about Peter but I would really like you to perform a strip tease for us."

"A splendid idea," Peter seconded in a false British accent. "Just the thing to get the juices flowing. When we get home, you will pleasure us with the pleasure of your body. I can't wait."

The idea of performing in front of Peter, Michelle, and Jim was not a new one. But knowing that I would be the center of attention later that night made my own juices flow with delight. We didn't rush dinner. On the contrary, we relished the small talk and the extra bottle of wine. By the time we headed back to the car I was feeling no pain.

Once back at Peter and Michelle's house, we headed to the living room - lights dimmed, drinks poured and music pumping. My audience sat on the coach (Michelle strategically placed between the two guys) and I began to dance for them. Michelle had put on an upbeat mixed CD and the few inhibitions that I had left were melted away by the wine and the pulsing beat. I knew I looked good in my outfit and the expression on Jim's face affirmed that fact. I had seen enough professional strip shows to know that I was at least mimicking, if not duplicating some of the necessary twists, turns and bends. And as the second song began, I also knew that it was time to start shedding my clothes so my dress was quickly gone and I danced in my sexy red lingerie (I had stashed a pair of panties in my purse that I had put on before starting to dance for the sake of a full strip show – even when one goes out without panties on, one should always have a pair stashed in case of emergency) At one point in the dance, I moved in close to the three people on the couch and kissed them each in succession which drew a laugh and some applause. As my bra came off towards the end of the song, I noticed that Tanya had placed her hand atop each of the boys' trousers and was softly rubbing away. 

I touched myself quickly and I couldn't believe how wet I was. I couldn't wait to get to work on my own pussy so I am afraid there was little teasing as I took off my panties and lay down on the soft carpet facing the couch. It was incredibly sexy to know that I had the undivided attention of these three people who I loved so much. My finger easily thrust into my soaking pussy and I stared up at the ceiling as this intense sensation began to roll over me. Suddenly I felt a cool object touch my stomach and I looked up at Jim who had just placed something next to me. 

I reached out and felt a long tapered candle which he had grabbed off the end table. Without a thought, I buried the candle, bottom end first, into my body. Its temperature contrasted nicely with the rising body temperature of my vagina and I began to stroke it furiously in and out of my cunt. I looked at the couch and saw six eyes watching me intently. I knew it must be a good sight if there were no other extracurriculars going on. 

"Give her another one," Peter said.

"Give her all of them," Michelle added. So Jim quickly grabbed the other five candles from the holder and laid them down next to me. I took one and gently slipped it into my pussy where it nestled nicely with the other. The third one was harder to master but soon it too was buried within my body. I felt stretched beyond belief but their encouraging shouts made me try for another. I had never done this before but I then realized that I had only to put the fourth one between the other three and it would push my cunt even further apart. I grasped all four candles and began thrusting them in and out of my body. My legs pulsed and I rocked on the small of my back so that I could watch myself in the throes of ecstasy. As I fucked myself I noticed that the show had gotten the better of the boys who had opened their pants and were now stroking themselves. Michelle was shedding her clothes as quickly as possible before kneeling before Peter and sucking his erect cock. Jim leaned down beside me as I continued to rock to my own motion.

"Shall we try for a fifth, Joy?"

I could barely speak in my condition but I stammered something to the effect that there was no more room.

"I could put it in your ass, baby?" The only response I could make was a brief nod so he grabbed the fifth candle and lubed it with my drippings before slowly inserting it into my ass. The sensation was unbelievable and with his continued movements, I knew that he was going to try for the sixth as well. I stopped my near convulsive rocking and held tight to the four candles in my pussy as he worked the final object into my ass and then pushed the two up deep where they would not slip out. I was stretched in both holes to a point that I never believed possible. I looked over at Peter and Michelle who had stopped what they were doing to watch the show. 

Jim moved back to the couch next to Peter so that Michelle could easily reach both of them with her soft, glossy lips. She kneaded the two cocks in front of her and I began to once again masturbate with the four candles in my pussy. As my eyes rolled back in my head, a darkness took over and I was solely focused on the sensations pulsing from my cunt. I pounded the candles into my cunt again and again until finally a huge wave of spasm shook my body violently. My back arched off of the floor three or four times as the violent, beautiful emotion washed over me. Even as I returned to some recognition of the world outside of me, it was mitigated by the continued pulsing I felt in my pussy.

Eventually, my eyes did open and I saw that Michelle was doing her best to service the men. I pulled the candles from my body and looked down at my gaping pussy and ass. I slowly got to my knees and crawled to the couch.

"You were incredible, Joy," Jim said but I could only mumble a response. I dropped my head into his lap and took over from Michelle. We knelt side by side sucking our husbands and I could feel Jim getting bigger and firmer. 

"We need a landing strip for this, baby," I said loudly enough for Michelle to hear. "What do you think of cumming all over Tanya?" The use of Michelle's alter-ego name was done purposely. We had a running joke about Michelle's exultation in having cum land on her face. I don't mind it. In fact, I kind of like it too. But Tanya/Michelle LOVES it. 

"I'm getting close too," Peter added, and with that Michelle knelt a little more erectly and the two men stood up from the couch so that they could straddle her. They grabbed their engorged cocks and within twenty seconds had both popped a huge load of semen on either side of her face. Her open smile and her glowing eyes reflected the enjoyment this gave her. As I looked at the cum dripping down onto her chest, I suddenly realized what I had to give her for her birthday.

"Michelle, a bukkake party!"

"What?"

"A bukkake party!! For your birthday! I am going to arrange for a bunch of men to cum all over you as your birthday party. If you like two men, think of how you would like ten or more men. It'll be great."

"But Candi, I don't want anyone else to know about our lifestyle. No way. I like things just the way they are."

"What if I could arrange it so that they were all strangers who had no idea of who you were? Wouldn't you like it then?'

Michelle tried to answer in the negative but her very hesitation revealed her true thoughts. 

Peter answered for her. "If you can do it as you say, I'm sure my Tanya would love an event like that for her birthday."

Jim answered on my behalf. "Candi can do it. She can do anything she wants – just look at tonight. She just had the orgasm of her life. Michelle has a face full of sperm. And we've only begun."

And we had only begun. There was plenty more sex that night but through it all I was a bit preoccupied as I formulated the plans to make Michelle's Birthday Bukkake a reality.



The Joy of Candi Ch. 04



(My thanks to everyone who responded to my earlier writings. I know it has been awhile since I posted but that is part of the tale. When I showed Michelle the "Joy of Candi series" memoir, she was very uncomfortable with the idea of going pseudo-public. Per her wishes, I agreed to cease. However, events have recently changed her mind and it is with her blessing that I continue the tell the story of our lives and our loves. A lot has happened since then, so there are many chapters ahead -- if I feel that people are reading them and enjoying them. Let me know)

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From the moment the idea first crossed my mind, I became obsessed with the idea of providing my friend Tanya a truly outrageous bukkake party for her birthday. Her real name is Michelle but since my husband Jim and I began swinging with Michelle and her husband Peter, the boys had used the name Tanya for Michelle when we were having one of our special nights. My name is Candi, or Joy, as my wilder alter ego has been similarly dubbed by the boys.

The idea had come to me at an earlier swap session when I had masturbated for the three of them before Tanya received a hearty helping of sperm on her smiling face. Now I appreciate the feeling of warm, sticky juice running down my chin and I know the visual thrill it gives a guy to see me in that position -- conditioned as you all are from watching too many sex tapes where you imagine you as the stud with the 10 inch penis and the insatiable appetite. But Michelle/Tanya simple LOVES to be the recipient of such a treatment, as she had exhibited ever more clearly as our foursomes developed and evolved over the months of our relationship. So it only figured that if one load was nice, and two loads was even nicer, then three or seven or thirteen loads would be that much finer. And so the planning for Michelle's perfect birthday party began, although I had already formulated an idea in my head. The secret was to keep it a secret, while protecting the anonymity of the four of us in the process.

Things began to crystallize when Jim had to go to Philadelphia on business one week. I knew that I needed his help to make the plans and I also knew that he would be within driving distance of a great place to hold Michelle's special party -- Atlantic City. I know that you are thinking that AC is the lowly cousin to other gambling meccas but Foxwoods in Connecticut was too close to home with too many chances of being discovered or uncovered by friends. Las Vegas was too far away and the attraction there would have been the city itself. Atlantic City was the perfect alternative in my eyes with its gambling induced wildness and yet its comparatively demure persona that would allow us to solely focus on setting the table for Michelle.

I began to detail my plan to Jim the Sunday before he left -- and while he at first balked about making the hour long drive to the ocean to lay the groundwork -- he began to soften as he heard my thoughts. The next morning as he left to catch his plan, I handed him an envelope with a few keepsakes that he might need to assist him.

When he returned on Thursday night, I was ready to greet him in every way possible and he wasted no time in getting me upstairs and naked. He laid me out on the bed and began to lick my pussy which sent spasms coursing through my backbone. After five minutes or so, I reciprocated as we switched positions and I slowly licked his cock and caressed his balls with my left hand. I could taste the precum on his dick and I could tell by the size that he had not taken things into his own hand while away for the week. I knew that we were in for a long evening. When he could take no more of my oral ministrations, he lifted my head to his and let me sink back onto his dick while I maintained the command of being on top. I loved to watch his face as I rode him and before long I was rocking back and forth as well as moving up and down. A thousand sensations were rippling through the walls of my vagina but the sensation of orgasm was too good to pass up. I knew he would come when I did and I did it with great passion (and volume) before settling back down into his arms. We nestled for a long time before either of us spoke. And then we spoke of my plan.

"So did you get to Atlantic City?" I asked, knowing full well that he would have called and told me if he was unable to carry out my assignation.

"Yes, I did, young lady, and it was a most amusing experience. In fact, if I didn't know better, I would have said that you had preplanned the whole encounter since it worked out exactly as you thought it might."

I bounced up from his arms and sat beside him as he continued to speak.

"The hardest part was making the initial contact with the bellhop, since I wasn't checking in and I wasn't officially a guest at the hotel. But I took the elevator up to a random floor and rode it up and down until I got my chance to make contact. On the second trip down, a young teenage bellhop got on near the top and as we descended I did as you asked. He was leery at first, thinking that I might be some kind of crazy gay guy or something but when I clarified that he was in fact in high school AND on the football team, I did just as you asked and offered him $25 for a five minute conversation. He agreed to meet me in the bar in a few minutes."

It was exactly as I had imagined it and I knew that the execution of my plan had passed a major hurtle because if there was one thing I could count on it was the rampant communal hormones of a bunch of high school football players. I sat excitedly next to Jim and awaited the rest of the tale.

"Clint (which I later found out was his name) came into the bar about 10 minutes later and came over to my table with a renewed sense of wariness. I quickly paid him his money and assured him that he could leave at any time if he wanted to but that I had a proposition for him that he (and his friends) might find interesting and memorable. As I began to unravel the story, his apprehension was slowly replaced by intrigue and halting consideration. The main thing was to make sure that he had the final say in all of this and that we wanted mutual protection for both sides of the encounter.

"I explained to Clint about our open relationship and about the unique friendship we had developed with Peter and Michelle. I told him a little about some of the things we had done and teased him with the idea of seeing pictures of the two of you if the conversation continued satisfactorily. I also began to outline Michelle's love of sperm and your idea of giving her the ultimate bukkake party as a very special birthday present.

"My final proposal was simple -- Clint would get paid $50 up front for organizing his end of the party and $10 for every one of his football buddies that he could convince to come to our suite on the night of the party. Their enticement was simple: unlimited free beer and the chance to participate in a major bukkake party where they would get to cum all over a beautiful woman and have a hell of a locker room story to throw around for years to cum. Our concerns about protecting the anonymity of the four of us and the control of the party were detailed to him in the abstract and he seemed to understand our issues and trust that we could control the situation. I told him the approximate time table, reassured him that it would be at a location different from the hotel where he worked, and got his cell phone number so that we could continue the arrangements over the next few weeks. But that wasn't the best part."

I was visibly excited as my plans began to reach fruition and Jim was visually excited as I played with his cock while he was telling me his story. He paused, sighed, and continued. "I knew that I had told him that you and Michelle were beautiful women but I wasn't sure that he believed me until I took out the pictures that you gave me to take as evidence. I showed him a lot of the more risqué ones so that he knew we were serious about our behavior and then left him with a few more subtle ones of the two of you. If that doesn't help him in his recruiting, then nothing will."

"So what's the next step -- when will we know for sure?"

"I told him that I will call him on his cell a week from Friday. That will give him plenty of time to line things up. If he fails, just realize that there are a lot of high school football teams in New Jersey." 

Jim had handled it beautifully and I continued to show my appreciation throughout the early evening, but part of my thoughts were with Michelle/Tanya and the special day we were planning on her behalf. Peter and Michelle slept peacefully elsewhere, oblivious to the thoughts spinning round my head.

When Jim called Clint the following Friday it was clear that the football team had taken us on as a special cause. Clint said that at least eight and perhaps as many as fifteen of his friends were up for making the party and so we set a tentative date for two weekends away (when the team had a Saturday afternoon game) and went over the rules for contact and propriety with Clint. He was going to be the first person in the suite with us that night so we could control the arrivals accordingly. No one, including him, knew the name of the hotel and we had called from a special cell phone that Jim had bought for this sole purpose. Now it was just a matter of making the final arrangements.

I called Michelle early the next morning and when I told her that "Tanya and Joy" had to go shopping for some special clothes for her birthday party she immediately knew that I was not talking about pants suits at Saks Fifth Avenue. Our husbands were completely in favor of our going out for a day of sexy shopping and the only problem was making it clear to them that they would not be seeing any of our purchases until the big night in a couple of weeks.

Michelle and Peter were only told that we were going away for the weekend and that it was our treat. They cleared their schedules but knew nothing about the what, where or why -- and frankly they didn't know much about the who either. It was the ultimate non-surprise surprise party and I was reveling in the preparations. Due to family commitments, we were not able to party sexually with Michelle and Peter ever the next couple of weeks so there was an air of anticipation on that front as well as the weekend approached. We had planned to go down to Atlantic City on Friday night with the actual birthday celebration to be held on that Saturday night and our final call to Clint was on Monday of that week to just confirm the logistics. He assured us of at least 10 willing participants - and the image of Tanya dressed in liquid white danced in my head. Clint did mention one other angle that he was working on but said that he could talk to us on Saturday if it came to pass.

Our short flight to Atlantic City on Friday was full of laughs and drinks as the four of us really started to unwind and leave our normal world behind. Jim sat next to Michelle and they acted as a couple and Paul sat next to me across the aisle. Any observer would have thought that we were thinking of the mile high club the way our hands touched our partner's body. We checked into the adjoining suites that were reserved in our names at the Trump Taj Mahal -- the smaller suites that we would live in for the weekend -- not the larger suite that would be the site of the more inclusive party, the larger suite that was just down the hall. That room would be paid for on Saturday with cash and secured with a rarely used credit card in my maiden name.

Our Friday night was an exercise in excess: too much good food, too much wine, too much gambling (and surprisingly, some winning), and too many hours. By the time we drifted upstairs around three a.m., it was clear that sleep with our respective spouses (and whatever that might entail) was the order of the day. We would save our sharing for the next evening. This was the way Jim and I had planned it and had dropped hints throughout the evening that the real celebration would be on Saturday.

Saturday was one of those lazy, holiday days that don't seem important at the time but will be remembered for many years to come. Jim and Peter went down to tackle the blackjack tables again and Jim continued on his hot streak which was basically guaranteeing a free weekend. Michelle and I lounged around the suite that we had claimed as our own for the day and watched a movie until the sky began to darken and it became clear that it was time to get ready for the evening. Since I didn't think that a big heavy meal was in order we called room service and had them bring us an assortment of appetizers which we dined on with wine while we began our administrations. At this point, Michelle still thought that she was getting ready for a night like the previous one but I told her that we had to make sure we were ready for the after-party with our husbands first. And while I knew that we have both done all of these extra things to prepare sexually in that past, this was the first time that we were doing them while in the same living area. We showered and shaved -- and we certainly didn't stop at the top of our legs. In fact, I showed Tanya (for she was no longer Michelle just as I was no longer Candi) how I had learned to most easily shave my vagina without the fear of nicks. We did our hair up in outrageous fashion before teasing it back down again, but it had a bounce like a high school ingénue's. We put on a little too much makeup with the rationale that it was play night and that people had to see us from the back row. That was my comment anyhow -- Tanya didn't know how true that was. 

While all of this was going on, Jim had taken Peter back to the suite next door, excused himself to go and make final arrangements on the larger party suite, and then returned to crack open a bottle of 20 year old scotch for the two of them. He then began to explain the genesis of my plan and the steps they had taken thus far to assure Tanya's ultimate happiness for the evening. This was a sticky point because it is one thing for Jim and I to think it was a great idea that provided suitable security and anonymity and another for Tanya's husband to think the same. Jim later said that Peter was a bit taken aback at first, but when he explained the arrangements further Peter was clearly impressed with the planning and the image of the night we had arranged for his cum-loving wife and he agreed to the plan as they headed out to buy supplies for the party suite. 

In the meantime, I had Tanya dressed to the nines in a very sexy Victoria's Secret black corset outfit complete with matching thigh-high stocking, heels and robe. I was kidding her that it was too bad she had to take that off to get ready for dinner and that maybe we shouldn't go out tonight after all. As we continued to drink our wine and as she continued to stay comfortably in her outfit, I tried on my "late night" offering and it became clear that Tanya wanted a wilder night than the one before.

"Tanya," I began tentatively, "do you remember the time I stripped for the three of you - and Peter and Jim came all over your face."

"The candlestick performance! How could I forget?"

"Well, do you remember how I kidded you that night about arranging a night sometime where you could experience even more cum like that?"

Tanya looked at me with a quizzical but dawning expression. She had come to know me, or rather to know my alter-ego of Joy quite well over the last few months and she knew I used words rather precisely, both at work, at home, and in the bedroom.

When she didn't speak, I continued. "Well, tonight is that night. I have arranged for a bukkake party just for you. If you want," (and I knew I had to say everything conditionally if Tanya were to feel comfortable), "if you want, we have arranged for a few men, perhaps boys would be a better term, to masturbate all over you." I paused to let her thoughts form. "If you don't want this, you only have to say the word. Nobody knows where we are, nobody will be offended if you say no, nobody will come knocking on our door. It can happen if you want. But no means no -- if you don't want this to happen, you only have to speak."

Tanya paused before answering and even then it was in the form of questions; she wanted details about the arrangements, but I knew it would be more mystical and fun if she had none of the background.

"I am not going to tell you all of that because it is irrelevant. I came up with the plan, Jim heard it and didn't see any problems and at this point Peter has been told all of the details. If we stop it right now our only problem will be how to drink the six cases of beer that are in the special suite that we have arranged for you.

"No one will try to fuck you. No one will touch you unless you want them too. You will just have the opportunity to have many men admire the way you look (and you do look unbelievable) and scatter their sperm all over your body. It's up to you. If you want to change into a dress for dinner, I will tell the guys. But if you want this other thing to happen, I have to make a phone call to set things in motion and then we'll have some more wine."

There was very little hesitation at this point. "Make the call," Tanya urged.

When Jim heard the verdict, he conveyed it to Peter and they gave me the suite number with instructions to appear in one hour. Tanya and I continued to fuss over each other and I decided that I had more work to do to at least try to match the glow that was suddenly apparent in Tanya's skin covering.

In the other suite, Peter called Clint and told him to meet him in the lobby of the hotel. Clint was then walked up to the party suite where he systematically called his friends, one call every few minutes, no more than two of the participants coming into the hotel at a time, properly attired and acting appropriately. They had been warned of the ground rules and surprisingly, played along for the sake of the evening. As the calls were continuing, Clint cleared his throat and asked to raise one other issue.

"I know that you wanted all males tonight but, you see, there are a couple of our girl friends that heard about tonight. Not girlfriends, like we're dating or anything, but girls who we party with and who many of us have been with. They were like, wondering if it would be OK to come up to and kind of check it out." 

"I'm not sure that that would be a good idea," said Jim. "I think we want it just as we planned."

"I know," said Clint, "but the thing was that some of the guys thought that no matter how hot your wife is, we might, like, have some problems, getting there at close to the same time. So we thought, maybe like our friends, our girl friends, could like help us to y'know be there for your wife."

This addressed an interesting issue that Jim and I had actually talked about. On porno sets, there are girls hired as "fluffers" whose jobs are to go backstage and give the male actors blow jobs or whatever so that they are nice and erect when they go to perform. Jim and I had talked about my role this evening as a fluffer, and while I had no problem with it in the abstract, as the numbers grew, I began to think about it and become a little daunted by the magnitude of the "fluffing issue". So Clint's suggestion, while not part of our plan, actually helped address a secondary concern that we had about the whole thing. The gods were smiling down.

"Sure, Clint, why not? Tell the girls that they can come but make it clear that they have to help out in that way."

As the hulking football players arrived at the party suite, Peter and Jim asked them to take off their layer of upper clothing and confiscated any cell phones or cell cameras from them. Bukkake was one thing, bukkake broadcasted all over the internet was another. The only camera that was going to be allowed this evening was the one Jim had brought from home. The boys were then shown into the living area where there was a tub of beer, appetizers and a big screen TV with a football game. It was like any other high school party except the beer was better, the room was bigger, the company was stag (up until now), and the anticipation was palpable. As the beer went down, the volume of the voices went up. When the cheerleader girls arrived (Ashley and Lauren we later learned) in their micro-mini skirts and exposed belly garb, it was like putting a match to kindling in the forest. There was only smoke, but the fire was coming.