5 comments/ 18696 views/ 4 favorites Fluctuations By: romancer John and Sarah were friends we knew from the neighborhood. He changed jobs to the center city, and with the traffic being murder around here and there being nice real estate available there, they made the break with what had been their first home. They didn't have kids, while we did, so we weren't really that close. We saw each other at the occasional cultural event, both our wives being opera fans, while John and I enjoyed it mildly. For a couple of years there had been nothing more than those occasional reacquaintances, and not any of those for about a year. Then we ran into them again last fall at the local opening of Turandot. By that time, we were both early 40s husbands with late 30s wives, all of us of reasonable appearance and physical condition. Actually, John works out more than I, and Jenny more than Sarah. John is an inch taller than I am, blond and lean, a regular swimmer and cyclist. We always got along well, and if I'd have thought he was after Jenny, I'd have been worried, since they're more alike in a lot of ways than Jenny and I are. But that never seemed to be the case. Jenny is 5'5", also blond and slim, in not quite buff but great shape from regular running and machine exercising. She has 34B breasts that have sufficient mass to have developed enough personality over the years so as not to be mistaken for a teenager's - I like them that way, but she regrets having lost that hardbody thing where they couldn't pass a pencil test when we were first married. Her hips flare a lovely bit, but aren't voluptuous by any means. She's a trim package and fine in bed. She's more serious than I, more focused. She handles the family finances with my appreciation, and very well at that, being damned cheap in some ways, which makes our finances better than they'd be if I were in charge, and she always has distinct opinions. That seriousness lets me be more carefree, knowing that she'll rein me in on crazy ideas, romanticism, and the like. Not a typical relationship, I suppose, but it works. Meanwhile, I'm darker but not swarthy, more heft than John, but not paunchy (yet). I work out, but it's mostly racquetball and uninspired machine work these days. I'm the artistic one, while Jenny's the scientist. Artists have more fun, trust me. Finally, Sarah is my idea of hot - hips that drag along your eyes and libido when she walks by, heavy breasts I'd estimate as a 34C at least, maybe D - not too, too much, but with a great fluid motion when she moves. Having noted these things on the various occasions in her company, I conclude that she's rarely braless but wears bras that let her breasts move about a bit, to my, and I'm sure to many men's, delight. Oh yes, she's also brunette, almond-shaped green eyes, about an inch shorter than Jenny, and usually a great tan. She bicycles with John sometimes, but I sense she really isn't the jock like John or Jenny. So there we were at Turandot. In case you don't know, Turandot's the name of the lead soprano role. She's a babe princess who's got major issues with men in general - anyone who woos her must get a series of riddles right or get beheaded, and so far nobody's gotten them right, until our hero comes on the scene. Naturally, he gets them right; naturally they end up falling for each other by the end. Like so many operas, there are twists along the way, and naturally if you expect a rational, believable plot line, you're in the wrong entertainment medium. That night, at least the singers were actually good looking (a welcome trend in opera - we saw one version years ago where Turandot was so big she had to be wheeled on and off stage - hardly conducive to our suspension of disbelief that the hero was being smitten by her beauty before ever meeting her). Sorry - call me a fatist. I do love a Reubenesque woman, and I can get through a lot for the sake of art, but 300 pounds in Chinese brocade on a wheeled gurney just blew my ability to buy into the story that night, no matter how nice the soprano tones. We ran into John and Sarah at intermission, chatted over wine, and then after the final curtain saw them again on the way out of the hall. We stopped again on the sidewalk and got into a discussion of how the opera had been. Jenny and Sarah were quite taken with the tenor lead, who played the part as pretty macho yet overwhelmed by his love for Turandot - just the thing to attract American women, never mind the innocent maid he dumps in his quest - if you're good enough, you can make 'em forget that, I suppose. While he was really good, John and I jokingly alleged that their interest was only in his frequently exposed chest, which brought on counter claims that we were both pigs and were more interested in the soprano's cleavage than in her high Cs. It was all in good humor, and led to their asking us to walk the couple of blocks to their condo for more wine and discussion. We were having a fine time and accepted, both our kids having gone to friends' houses for the night. The night was warm enough to chat for a bit, but none of us was dressed to stay out in it for long, so I was glad for a reason to get back inside the warmth of their place. We passed our car on the way, so it would be a short walk back, I noted. John and I were both in tuxes, since it was opening night after all. Jenny had on a great outfit I'd bought her on a business trip to China. It was a dark green patterned sleeveless vest with one of those rope button tops. Something about it, I wasn't sure what, was very sexy. She'd paired it with a long deep red silk skirt that was slit up way above her knee on one side. Her leg peeked out at you as she walked, the effect being not blatantly come-on, but more enticing, something to make you hope she will come on - and just right for an opera set in opulent China. Sarah had on a softly flowing cocktail dress, the skirt just above her knees, the top a wonderful low scooped front, a back all the way down to just where her hips flared out into that J-Lo sort of ass, and the arms cut low as well, so you wanted to jockey for position, just to see if you could glimpse her breasts from the side. There was no way she could have on any bra I'd ever seen, which heightened the desire to indulge the voyeur. It was hard to keep my eyes elevated - those creamy breasts just beckoned, and when she moved, their liquidity kept my attention. I don't know what the dress was made of, but it hugged her wondrous curves, and from time to time showed her nipples pointing through. I know that hardened nipples don't arise even usually from the woman's sexual excitement, but they do sometimes, therefore just might, and they always get my attention. I thoroughly enjoyed chatting on the street, but having seen the dress at intermission was regretting she had on a coat for the walk home. Anyway, after a short walk, we found their condo to be very comfortable - modern but not severe. Sort of a Mediterranean look to it, almost Middle Eastern with a low couch and of pillows on the floor in the living room. There was a great kitchen, which they both enjoyed, and they had a wine and liquor selection that would have accommodated a large dinner party easily. Sarah and Jenny were soon chatting over Pinot Grigio, while John and I had shed our jackets and were sipping single malt. The night was cool for the summer, and they had a great view of the city from high up in their building. John and I somehow got to trading ideas on what a great chili should be made of, and we lost track of the girls. Awhile late, I noticed that there was soft music playing from somewhere, and then Jenny reappeared. There was a twinkle in her eye, indicating something conspiratorial going on, and she was clearly enjoying some plot that we weren't in on. "Hey, guys, we're here too." Jenny said, mocking a pout. Sarah emerged, and I saw a joint in her hand. She passed it to me, but I declined, "A fine concept indeed, sweetheart, but I don't know that they're expecting us to stay long enough for me to get straight again to drive home. You go ahead, I'll enjoy being good." "Hey, we've got room - you can crash here and hit the road in the morning," John assured us. After my pro-forma refusal and his sounding-sincere repeat I caved, "Ah you dog, you coerced me into it!" I thanked him, moving over to Jenny, putting my arm her waist affectionately as I took a deep hit. Soon we'd passed it around and taken it down to the nub, as the pleasing numbness was arriving. "Great shit," I noted to no one in particular. Jenny had a somewhat glazed smile on her face and her voice was just a tad slow, "They've got some terrific music in here," she said, tugging me behind her into the living room, "I want to dance." "Well, dance you shall," I said, pulling her to me. While we were talking about chilis, the ladies had put out candles and on music, turning the room into a dimly sparkling space, the city lights filtering through the light curtains as well. It was dark, but light enough to see, and the effect was romantic and seductive. It was obvious that the women were up for romance. I noticed that both girls had lost their shoes somewhere, which accentuated the height difference between them and us men. I fit Jenny's body to mine, and we danced slowly, no particular step, but with my thigh firmly pressed between her legs, pressing into the pubic bone with each stride. She sighed softly, laid her head on my chest and went up on tiptoes to kiss my neck. I leaned further over to run my tongue and teeth at the nape of her neck, which I know she likes. She moaned a bit more and pressed her hips back at me. I was liking this a lot, then looked over to see John and Sarah in a similar embrace a couple of feet away. He had both his hands on her ample ass, and they were kissing deeply. He had her dress pulled up a good bit in back, and I could see the tops of her dark stockings, and that they were belted. Being a garter belt fan, I enjoyed the view for a moment, then turned Jenny so she could watch as well. She saw what I was looking at and teased me, whispering, "Aha, so that's what's got you going tonight! I wonder, is that an unregistered weapon in your pocket, or are you just happy to see her legs?" "I'm happy to be tactically humping you and watching both of you, thanks." I replied. "Well, it feels fine to me, and you know I never could resist a guy in a tux!" "Hmm... I guess that means I've got serious competition tonight from John, huh?" "Maybe - you'll have to play your cards carefully to get what you want, big guy," and with that, she helped me shrug out of my coat and fling it somewhere. Then she raised her hand, tugged my bow tie, undid the knot, and then undid the top button and top two studs. Reaching in, she ran her fingernails through the hair on my chest, then dropped her hand to my ass and squeezed it. She usually wasn't nearly this aggressive, and I figured that wine and opera and THC were a pretty good combination to get her that way. "Whoa, I do like what Turandot does to you!" I murmured, and we continued to dance. A couple of minutes later the song changed. Not liking the result, John broke off to change the CD. "We're having a great time over here, thanks for the atmosphere and music," I said to John and Sarah to fill up the CD-changing white noise. "It's a great room for seduction - we really like it here," Sarah answered, swaying to her own beat while she waited for John to come back to her. "Well, before we get too carried away," Jenny offered, "I want to DANCE!" And with that, she spun away, just as the Stones cranked up "Satisfaction" on the stereo. I'm no fast dancer, and neither apparently was John, but we were game at that point, and the girls let loose. They circled us, gyrating and enjoying the freedom of the buzz and the beat. Jenny stood in front of John and said, "You look much too tied up!" Then she looked him in the eye as she stepped close to him, pulled loose his tie and opened his shirt has she'd done mine. Then, still eyeing him and saying, "Good for the gander and all that,", she unbuttoned her own collar, then one, then another button on her vest. Wow - I'd really never seen her like this, and I was turned on by her exhibitionism as well as by the intimacy of the act of her undressing, even a little, both of them. Sarah danced up to me and pressed her body to mine, saying "Hello Don. Why didn't we do this long ago?" I held her with one hand around her waist, not quite sure how far this was intended to imply, and we swayed for a moment to the music, her pressing her hips into mine, where I suspected my partial erection could be discerned, but was pleasantly zonked, so what the hell. I gave it a couple of what I thought were subtle rubs into her, hoping to make my point, and she smiled broadly before spinning away. She danced back to between John and Jenny, put her arms around his neck, and whispered something to him that had him grinning. I somehow suspected she was reporting back to him on my tumescence, which seemed damned brazen but damned erotic. Jenny melted back into my arms, and I pressed my getting harder-0n into her. "Mmmm..." she offered, "'Seems you like dancing with Sarah." "You're the one who did this, thank you. I'll bet you did it to John as well?" I smiled down at her, but she didn't answer, just smiled back. We dry humped happily for a moment, then I pulled back enough to undo two more buttons, now opening her top down to below her breasts, without objection. Tugging the top apart, I could see she was braless, a brazen state I rarely saw her in out in public. The top was stiff enough that it didn't show the breasts, but as the knotted buttons were contrasting color, it was obvious she was becoming undone. Then she spun away, laughing. Both the girls were really hot looking, and John and I exchanged happily confused looks, shrugging and going along with whatever this was. After this pair of wanton displays to us slow-on-the-uptake guys, the two girls started dancing together, sinuously. They moved around each other, so close they were just touching. Then their hands started running up and down each other's side, caressing their partner's hips along the way. John and I were mesmerized. From the look on John's face, he was seeing Sarah in a new light as well. The song had changed, but the continuing drive of the rock beat had had almost a voodoo effect, it seemed, on both women. As the song crescendoed, then died quickly, the women fell into each other's arms in a hug, then they lightly kissed, on the lips, in parting. The music went slow again and this time Sarah came to me and into my arms naturally, automatically, and we began to sway. I could feel her back was damp where my hand was on the bare skin of the very low back on the dress. It felt very nice indeed, as did her breasts, which she was pressing into my chest. I looked down at her, smiled into her eyes, and looked further to see the tops of her breasts bulging from the low cut dress and their pressing into me. "Like what you see?" "Oh yes," I replied. "I think we're all liking something out of the ordinary tonight," she said, nodding toward where John and Jenny were now dancing, as closely as we, wrapped in each other. " ''Mind?" "Nunh-uh - surprised, yes, absolutely," I mumbled, sorting out what was going on. The grass had me foggy, I knew, but not so much so that I wouldn't have known I were jealous if I had been. I felt great, she felt great, and the other couple looked great, even though it included my wife now having her ass held firmly by a guy better looking and in better shape than I was. All that, however, was counterbalanced by that great cleavage, and Sarah's thigh now pressing between my legs, and mine between hers, and her great, almond-shaped eyes, those bedroom eyes I'd fantasized about lightly, never seriously, looking up at me, teasing. After a moment of considering, I repeated, "Nope, now that you mention it, no, I don't mind at all. Do you?" "No, and it appears they don't either." With that, and with Jenny and John oblivious to my left, I let my right hand roam from her bare back to her side and up to feel the outer curve of her breast. It was larger than I'd felt in years, not surprising, but delicious, like just dessert with coffee - not when you're full at the end of a meal. She didn't object, reaching her arms to encircle my neck, giving me free access to the open sides of the dress. I took the invitation, reaching farther in, feeling the nipple, rolling it in my hand, hefting the generous breast, noting the tip was obviously hardened, and larger than Jenny's. I squeezed consciously and knew that my cock had pushed into her in response. "Mind that?" I asked, not really questioning. "Mmm - no, although it feels like it must be uncomfortable for you. Mind that?" she said, and shifted, pressing her mound against my cock. "No, not at all, just enjoyable at this stage." "And is there another stage you had in mind?" "Funny you should ask," I kept the game going, "Yes, there are several stages you have brought to mind that I'd like to explore before letting that go away." The patter was broken by John's voice. I didn't realize they'd maneuvered over to right next to us. His hands were still on Jenny's ass, and they were now on the side to see my hand covered with the front of Sarah's dress. "Hey, former neighbor," he said genially, "it seems we have our hands full tonight, and that the pairings seem most acceptable to all. Are you two ok with where all this seems headed?" I looked at Jenny, who was smiling through what was obviously a heavy buzz of wine and grass. "How are you with this, sweetheart? Want to step outside and confer?" "OK," she said, looking a little disappointed. We stepped out onto the balcony, I kissed her, deeply, and said, "Well, whaddya think about all this?" "I'm having a great time - what do you mean?" "I mean, John's dying to fuck you, and she's coming on to me, and they're both sexy and this dope is making me horny as hell, and you look so hot I want to fuck you, but you look even hotter with him right now, and so if this turns into a swap, are you going to be ok with it tomorrow?" "Are you?" "Well, I asked first, but yes, I think so, and as long as it's all four of us, it seems like fun, not like cheating." "Yeah, right - but I know, and yes, I think I'll be ok with it. He's so different from you - all angles and blondness and all, it's like a whole different thing, one I won't want to make regular, but one that's cute and sexy right now. Besides, you always get turned on with those fantasies of yours of my fucking others, so here's a chance to see if you can handle that yourself. Think you can?" "Yeah, right now, I think so, and if it bugs me, it will be my fault, I know." "Well, if we get separated, take good notes. I'll want to learn whatever she has to teach, too, so you won't get hooked." "You, too. I'm always up for new tricks!" "Face it, you're just always up!" she laughed. "Thanks to you. I love you, you know, you vixen!" I laughed and reached across her chest, inside her vest to caress her breast, feeling the familiar nipple and confirming expectations that it was hard. Reaching down, I ran my other hand inside the slit of her dress, to the top of her thigh, to feel her crotch, which was hot and moist. "Oh, you feel great - no wonder he's probably got a hard-on just dancing with you!" "Oh, he certainly has one of those," she smiled up at me. "Ah, and does it feel good?" "Oh yes, it does." "And does it feel big?" "They're all pretty much the same, as I've told you before, silly." "And as I've said before, I know that's not true - so, truthfully, does it feel big?" "Oh yes, it certainly does - like a damn cucumber maybe!" Fluctuations I paused, letting that sink in, wondering if I was about to be intimidated or worse. She probably sensed that and said, "...but you wanted me to say that, right?" "Yeah," I laughed, realizing it, "probably so." "Not to worry, Don, you're no slouch in any league I've been in." "Thanks, Florence Nightingale. We'll see. . . . So, let's go see." With that, we kissed each other, dueling with our tongues for a moment, my hand still between her legs, now stroking her nub which, after years of practice, I knew just how to find. She reached down and stroked the bulge in my trousers as well, giving a slight moan into my mouth as she did, in appreciation. Reentering the living room, we found them dancing with each other, slowly, sensuously. "We're staying," I said, not knowing how to say we've-decided-to-fuck-you-two. " - are you two ok with this too?" "We've been talking, and it seems to us that four is a safer number than two," John said. After a glance at Jenny for confirmation, I agreed, "That works with us. So, any suggestions?" "More dancing, and less clothes!" John grinned. "Great idea!" I said, and then "Mind if I cut in?" "Why no, in fact, how about if we just swap?" "What a concept..." I returned, registering her pun. Molding herself to me again, Sarah pulled me close, grinding against my groin, which had experienced some softening with all the serious conversation. She reached up and unbuttoned me further, expertly unclipped the cummerbund and tossed it away, then pulled my tux shirt out of my pants, and after some wrangling with cufflinks, flung it across the room as well. I was shirtless, and noted John was now the same, as the girls rubbed themselves against us. I felt Sarah's back again and reached down farther, lifting up the skirt to cup her ass. There I found a thong and two generous globes - just my preference in women's garb. Sensing no resistance to being stripped in front of the others, I tugged the straps off her shoulders, letting my bare chest against it be the only thing keeping her from being topless. Then, finding a zipper, I pulled it down as well. She slipped her arms back out of the dress and let me hold it up that way. We swayed that way for a moment, then I pulled back, and the dress dropped cooperatively into a pile on the carpet. She kicked it away and stood back, baring her breasts to me. That revealed her black stockings held up by a black garter belt, the thin front of the thong black and, like the stockings, see-through. Her well trimmed bush was encompassed by it, no sight of hair beyond its confines. Somebody was well acquainted with wax, and I was immediately thirsty for her. "You are gorgeous," I said softly. "So is she," Sarah said, pointing Jenny out to me again. John had opened her vest all the way, and her small breasts were being held by his hands. I felt a surge of heat, not jealousy, and saw that she was undoing her own skirt's fasteners, casting it to join Sarah's somewhere off to the side. Jenny had absolutely nothing on - when had she managed to ditch the panties? I didn't know, but didn't care much either. Her trimmed, blond bush was lovely in the candlelight, and she backed up, then turned slowly, on her toes, to show off her tight ass to John. "These guys are much too dressed, don't you think?" Sarah called to Jenny. "Oh yes, considering our state," Jenny answered and shrugged off the vest, her breasts lovely and firm. Sarah came back to me, and looking as if she were concentrating very hard indeed, unclipped, then unbuttoned, then unzipped my trousers. As they fell, she knelt in front of me and pulled off my shoes, socks, then the pants. I felt a bit ridiculous in my tented boxers, but pleasantly ridiculous. I was glad I had on a brand new pair, whose starched appearance at least was much better than white briefs, patterned boxers, or anything else I could think of. A gentleman's underwear, I reflected, self-satisfied. Jenny was having more trouble with John's trousers, and we paused to watch them, as she finally got them undone and he was left in his gray knit boxer briefs, bulging promisingly. As the girls were kneeling in front of each of us, they showed no hurry to get back up and as if orchestrated, started stroking us through the material. "That feels great," I said to no one in particular. "Yeah," murmured John. "Yeah," said the girls almost in unison. Then, as we watched, Jenny slowly, tantalizingly, started to tug down John's unds, bit by bit. Rather than letting him spring free when the waistband cleared, she had one hand on the shaft, and gently ran her fingers up and down it as it pointed toward her at face level. "You were right ," I said. "Yeah again," Jenny answered, knowing I was referring to the cucumber remark, as we both watched it. I'm no expert except that, estimating from my own equipment, it looked to be well over 6 inches by now, and not fully hard, still having a bit of a droop to it, but still big, and promising to be bigger yet in a moment. Moreover, it was already a good bit thicker than I get, with a circumcised, bulbous head that was already deep flesh-red and shining at the tip. "And how about you?" Sarah interjected, repeating the scene with me. I felt pretty small, being one who had to have a really good day to top 5 ¾ inches. Fortunately I was having a great day, and was as hard as I could remember, but it was obvious I wasn't in John's league. "That's gorgeous, Don." she said, as she'd grasped it with one hand, pulling the boxers down with the other. Thankfully, she sounded as if she meant it. "Uh-huh. Hardly in the same league as John, it appears," I answered unconvinced and probably on the verge of a pout. "No, I mean it - it's so hard, and it looks like something a sculptor would use as an ideal. I think I'm really going to enjoy this." Damned good answer, I thought. Bolstered, I was cheered and leaned over to kiss her. She reached up and kissed back, her head tilted and her breasts touching my legs. While we were kissing, she cupped my balls and squeezed very gently, then broke the kiss and deliberately, slowly, moved back down, then forward, and then licked all around my cockhead. It felt incredible, and was quickly topped by her sucking it in further and further, until her mouth was buried against my groin. "Oh, I can't do that," complained Jenny apologetically, watching from a couple of feet away. But then took up the challenge and started to suck on John's cock as well. John seemed not to mind at all. He immediately seemed to grow another inch and get ramrod stiff. She stroked it as she sucked, but never got more than about 3 inches of it into her mouth. "I just can't," she carped, embarrassed. "Don't apologize and don't worry. She can't either - and by all means, don't stop - that feels fantastic," said John, thrusting his hips forward and watching her suck him back in. Then she proceeded to lick his shaft up and down, and all around his scrotum, tonguing the balls, going back to the shaft. "My turn - may I?" I asked, gently pushing Sarah away. Grabbing a large pillow from nearby, I laid her on it, her hips elevated, and unclipped her garter belt, tossing it aside. I took my time with the thong, first crawling up between her legs and tracing kisses from her knees upwards, finally giving long, slow, steady licks to the thong. She responded gratefully, raising her hips into my mouth as I stroked her orally. Finally, I pulled down the thong and tossed it away as well, taking a moment just to look. Her dark bush was thicker than Jenny's, but closely trimmed. I gently spread her legs again, and started over, kissing my way from her knees up towards her pussy. She knew what was coming, and my slowness, aided by my hands roaming along her hips, under her ass, across her belly, finally up to her breasts as I got closer and closer - that slowness had her breathing heavily, to my satisfaction. Finally, I licked her in one long stroke from her perineum up to the top of her vagina. "Ooohhh!" she exclaimed happily, and her hips humped upwards. Flicking my tongue along her slit, I explored the sides, savored the taste, and lingered. I wanted to explore and not miss anything I'd wish later to remember. She certainly tasted like a woman, and I could also smell the faint odor of Opium perfume, the same fragrance I noticed earlier while close to her neck. But her taste was somehow a thicker, more deep jungle taste than Jenny's. I'm not a wine connoisseur, but when they say that wines have all those flavors, this was that sort of thing. Compared to Jenny, she was maybe dark vanilla, while Jenny was a light, sweet citrus. I pondered the difference, and with the grass still working, felt I could just stay right there for the rest of the night. But, breaking the reverie, I proceeded. Nibbling gently on the lips, I kept it up and avoided the destination, as she started to swivel her hips, trying to get me there. I didn't want to be mean, so finally found the clitoris, circling it with the tip of my tongue. Her hands reached down, grasped my head and pulled me closer. "Mmm... In time, in time," I answered, and went back to teasing, opening her up bit by bit, my tongue going deeper inside her, her juices flowing copiously, my fingers now playing along the lips and darting in and out, with no discernible rhythm, trying to keep her off guard and not coming, which building the tension. Apparently it was working, as she was soon writhing and gasping, with little whimpers. Finally, I dived in, locking my mouth to her vagina, my tongue circling her clit firmly now, setting a rhythm that she could sink into. Varying that not a bit, within moments she was crying out, "Ahh, ahhh, AAA ANNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" She came, almost violently, pulling my hair unconsciously, pulling me hard against her, as I sucked the clitoris into my mouth as she came, apparently to her pleasure as well. Not settling for just one, I rose up next to her. I think she expected me to fuck her then, but I wasn't ready for that. I shifted to lie next to her instead, held both her wrists high above her head in my left hand and used my right to stroke and finger her. She was exposed, and I pulled her legs apart with my leg, opening her to the watching couple, opening her the way Jenny loved me to, making her vulnerable but not degraded, helpless but in no pain of any sort. As quickly as the first had come upon her, a second orgasm arrived, and she humped hard up against my hand, which was buried inside her. I'd hooked my middle finger deep and around behind the clitoris, and had the G-spot firmly in my control, as my whole hand was rotating and shivering, like a vibrator. I kept it up and a third hit, leaving her whimpering, "No, no more, give me a minute!" at which time I gathered her into my arms and cuddled her as she came down. "Ah, ah, ah..." she garbled, laughing and looking over at her husband. "You're going to have to go a bit to beat that, Mister!" "I do love a challenge," John said, warming to the task. "C'mere, woman!" he growled at Jenny, pulling her up from where she'd been idly stroking him while they both watched us. "And I think I'm going to love your loving one," Jenny purred, crawling into his lap. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed deeply, then John pulled Jenny to lie on top of him, her back to his front. Spreading her legs so they were outside his, he reached with both hands to start to pet her cunt. Pulling the lips apart, the two of us had a front row seat, or lie, to see her glistening inside. He persisted, as she started to moan softly. "This is one great pussy," he said, stroking and spreading. It's so wet already, I think it wants to be fucked. Am I right?" "Oh yes," Jenny sighed. "But maybe it wants to be just played with, maybe it wants to be eaten too beforehand?" "No, no - it just wants to be fucked right now. It is an impatient little thing." Jenny answered a bit more urgently. "It doesn't even want to come first, before the real event?" "Just fuck me, quick!" "Well, maybe just a little more of this." he continued. Then, Jenny arched, stiffened, and jerked, coming anyway. "Damn you!" "Yeah, you really didn't like that, did you!" he taunted. "Just fuck me, please!" "OK, ok, I'm a sensitive guy - I can take a hint!" he said laughing, and lifted her hips up. She quickly stood above him and positioned herself above his rigid cock.. She was facing his feet, and beyond that, the two of us. Her breasts were firm and yet swaying, the tips hard eraser heads. John was getting a great view of her ass. "You're going to have to do the honors," he explained. Eagerly, she reached down and grasped the shaft, pulling on it a couple of times, either to reconfirm its size or to make sure it was fully ready, or both. Then, her tight thighs tensed, then lowered down slowly in a deep knee bend, positioning it at her vagina. I'd never appreciated how much her physical fitness enhanced our lovemaking, but watching from a 3rd person perspective showed me how fortunate I was to have such a limber jock in the house. Meanwhile, the fucking: it seemed an anatomical contradiction, but she set the head at her entrance then leaned forward, her hands on his thighs and continued to lower herself. With just a bit of a surge, the head popped in, then she knelt deeper and let about 2/3 of it in. She stopped there, savoring. I could see a sheen of perspiration on her face, her thigh muscles defined, and a somewhat anxious smile. "Is it all the way in?" she asked, to anyone with an answer. "No, another 2 inches to go, at least, if not more." I assured her. "Oh, damn, oh, damn, that's, oh damn." she mumbled, then sank down on it to the hilt. "Ungh - Aaaaahhhh!!!" she half-moaned, half croaked, her voice cracking as she bent forward and shifted to rest on her knees. Raising up then, she faced us, erect and impaled. We could see the base of his cock emerging from her cunt, her clitoris peering out from between her lips, a sheen on the assemblage. "Oh yeah!" John agreed. "You're tight and hot and wet - so good!" "Don't move for a minute, ok?" she asked, breathing deeply through her mouth. "Oh, I wouldn't think of it," John replied and immediately started to fuck her from beneath. "Wait! Oh, uh, wait, oh. . . ah . . . " she mumbled. It was funny, but sexier than funny. John reached down, grabbed her hips, and started thrusting upwards, getting more and more urgent, more and more frantic. Soon he was lowering at medium speed, only to ram upwards, lifting her a good foot or so with each impaling reentry of the shaft. She was soon coming, actually yelling unintelligibly, but obviously happily. "Oh yeah!!!" she gasped, coming and collapsing forward again. He didn't stop, and soon had her next orgasm ripping through her. "Nnnyyyahhhh!!!" she screamed as it hit. After that, he flipped her over, and started doing her missionary style, never letting up, pushing her into something like a continuous stream of orgasmic shuddering. Finally, he arched, tightly closed his eyes, and humped violently, shooting into her himself. I was afraid he might hurt her, but she seemed just fucked out by it all, and just lay back with his weight on her, stroking his shoulders absently as they both came down slowly, gasping and heaving for breath. "That was quite a show," Sarah observed wryly, and clapped softly in applause to them both. "Let's see - four of us, and all but one has orgasm'd - somebody's overdue, it seems." With that, she grasped my barely softened cock and squeezed affectionately. "How would you like to catch up with the party?" "What a pleasant idea," I answered, leaning in to kiss her, circling her tongue with mine. "Oh, but I asked 'how,'" she pursued. "How - oh, how about by fucking you?" "Mmm. . . I'm all yours!" she sighed, and lay back. Kneeling between her legs, I needed no help to quickly position and thrust into her, missionary-style, purist that I am. I was wondering, soon to discover, that she was not quite as tight as Jenny, but that there was no feeling of looseness. She felt hot and juicy and she squirmed underneath me, rotating her hips as I thrust in and out, maximizing the contact for us both. "You feel great - I was worried that that big thing of his would make this a disappointment - for you at least." "Oh, stop it - you know we women flex to accommodate, and you feel great as well - so hard and - oh - when you do - oh - that, it - oh - OH!" she gasped as she launched into another orgasm, the result of my humping upwards at the end of my stroke, hitting her clit intentionally with the base of my cock and pubic bone. I kept it up as she came through, then turned her on her knees and entered her from behind. I was now looking over her back at Jenny and John, Jenny snuggled in his arm, her legs just open enough for me to see the white foam at her pussy, his cock resting soft and large across his thigh. Looking down, I could see myself as I entered Sarah again, her lips full and wet, her ass glistening from the lubrication we'd generated while missionarying. I pressed my thumb against her anus as I started fucking her again, my other hand holding her hip to steady her as I rammed inward. "Oh yeah, that's great!" Sarah moaned. "Do you like them watching us?" "Oh yes," I answered. "I especially like Jenny watching us!" And I leaned forward, my hands finding her big breasts and kneading them from behind. I knew Jenny couldn't feel what my cock was feeling, but she could certainly see what Sarah had filled my hands with. If she could have her big cock, I could at least revel in the rare grasp of these great full tits. And they were great. I pulled the nipples between my knuckles as my hands pressed them into her chest. She shuddered in appreciation (I decided), and humped back into me. I was aware that much more withdrawal and I'd pop out, so was giving it to her in shorter punches. Jenny watched us intently, smiling slightly. "So that's what we look like? I think it looks great - maybe I should let you tape us after all!" she said, referring to her steadfast refusal over the years to have anything to do with recording our sexual forays. "We . . tape . . ourselves . . a . . lot! . . We'll . . show you . . later . . " Sarah managed between poundings, and continued, "My favorite . . for filming . . is . . sucking . . it shows up . . really . . great!" And with that, she wriggled out of my grip, pushed me onto my back and knelt between my legs. "Now watch closely, Jenny. You're gonna see him in a whole new light!" One thing Jenny never did was give me oral sex after we'd been fucking already. I guessed it was an aversion to tasting her own fluids - seemed gross to her or something. Sarah obviously did not share that view. Lying there, I pulled a pillow under my head so I could watch as well, and Sarah warmed to her audience of three. She stroked me, her face inches from my shaft. I was sort of sideways to Jenny, so I had the choice of watching Sarah, watching Jenny and John, or just closing my eyes and reveling. I wasn't about to close my eyes, though. "I do love sucking cock - had I mentioned that?" she started, and interspersed her sentences with quick licks of my balls. "I already know I like sucking this one, so I'm gonna take my time - is that ok?" I nodded and probably groaned a bit. She continued, "Do you like having your balls sucked as well?" "Uh . . probably not too hard, but the idea is intriguing," I admitted. Another thing Jenny had done once, maybe twice along the way. "Mmmm . . " she said, wrapping one into her mouth, then "Hhhmmmm . ." she hummed, adding a new experience for me. It was well done and fascinating, and she kept stroking my cock as she did it, so I wasn't missing anything at all. Shifting to the other one, she repeated the concert, then slid up and started licking her tongue along, up and down the shaft, probably for Jenny's benefit as much as anything. I looked over, and Jenny had one hand between her legs, gently stroking her clit, the other had reached out and was pulling on John's cock, which didn't show any life yet but was still impressive. Fluctuations Sarah re-commanded my attention by sucking my cockhead into her mouth, just the head, and dancing all over it with her tongue. It was causing crazy sensations, and she was enjoying the jerking of both my cock and my hips that it elicited. "Do you like sucking cock, Jenny?" Sarah interjected between sucking and tonguing the head. "Oh yeah, but it looks like you should give me some lessons - no way I'm as good as you are at it!" "Focus, enthusiasm, practice, and paying attention to the audience, who is of course the subject as well in cocksucking - those are my only secrets." Delivered with her hand replacing her mouth kept me from regretting the momentary loss of her tongue on me. Moreover, I hoped that Jenny was listening and taking notes - this was truly great! "Yeah, I agree, but I keep getting too turned on when I do it, and then I just want to stop sucking and get fucked, and I'm afraid he doesn't get the attention he deserves." Jenny admitted. Looking over at her as she said this, I could see she was really talking to me - this might be the best sexual counseling we could have, I thought. Then I noticed as well that John was enjoying the conversation and was responding to it, that damn hog of his rising to the occasion with Jenny's help. "Well, a big part of it is practice," Sarah added, sucking more of the shaft in, to my enjoyment. "You should try some now." "Great idea," John popped up. Pulling Jenny with him, he grabbed another pillow, lay down next to me, and waited for Jenny to crawl over, matching Sarah's posture alongside her. Jenny looked unsure, his dick still looked sticky wet with their shared juice. She got a determined look on her face, not a particularly happy one, though, and knelt over him. "Great view," John offered, as Jenny sucked in his head, then went for as much of it as she could, taking about half of its current five or six inch length in. He wasn't really hard yet, but was starting to get there, and Jenny was determined to go along. Whatever reluctance she had with sucking her juices off me obviously didn't apply any more to sucking them off John. Maybe she'd just changed her mind in general - I hoped so. Sarah continued to expertly suck me, tossing in comments, while Jenny silently (she never was much of a talker) sucked and licked at John, with impressive results. Soon he was fully erect, and the proportion of it that Jenny could handle had dwindled as the mass grew. "Like watching her do that?" Sarah interrupted my reverie. Then she went back at me, burying me fully, and flicking her tongue along me as she did. She alternated that with an occasional lick from my anus upwards to the tip - something that was a shocking surprise the first time, and maddeningly hard to predict when she was going to repeat. With all that and her hand never letting my cock alone, I was getting close, and she knew it from my increasing hip movement and breathing. "Yeah, actually, I do." "How about you, John? How's it goin' over there?" "Great, doll. Nothing like a new experience to get me going." "Think we can get them to come together?" Sarah asked Jenny, between slurps. That's all it took for John - who knows what button she pushed with that comment - and he arched up. Jenny was surprised, and pulled off just in time for the first shot to spurt out, hitting her cheek. "Jack and swallow!" Sarah called to Jenny, and Jenny obeyed, gobbling the big thing up again while milking it with her hand as he lurched and continued to come. That's all it took for me as well, watching Jenny go for a Guinness record on that tool while Sarah sucked me to the root triggered that familiar roaring in my balls. Sarah knew and followed her own advice, pulling off and jacking me hard with a tight, slippery squeeze for the first shot, then wolfing me down again. I was twitching and humping, and we were all watching each other. Sarah kept locked onto my cock as I flowed my load into her mouth, then continued to suck me more gently as I came down and shrank. When she finally let me slide out of her mouth, my breathing was almost back to normal. She crawled up and kissed me, her tongue returning some of my load. Then she turned and moved toward John. Jenny carefully laid his cock down and gave it a little kiss, then crawled over to me and kissed me, running her newly-skilled tongue into my grateful mouth. I guess she was surely over her hesitancy, and I fucked her mouth with my tongue, gratefully. I suppose we carried the tastes of the other couple, but I wasn't minding that, just being re-eroticized by my amazing wife. I wondered if she'd feel differently if I fucked her right now, and knew it would be a while before I'd be able to, but knew that I would, and as soon as I could manage it. I looked over and saw Sarah and John in a similar embrace. "Uh . . . " I started after a moment, determined to put some sense into what had just happened. Would we be able to survive what we'd just done? What would be the impact on our relationships? How did I feel about this, and more importantly, how did Jenny? But Jenny cut my thoughts short. Grasping my wilted cock, she murmured into my mouth, "That was great, but . . . we're not done yet . . . are we?"