The Perfect Labor Day Picnic

The Perfect Labor Day Picnic

I know people will be skeptical, but my wife and I are a perfect match. She is a true nymphomaniac, a bisexual, a committed exhibitionist, and a genuine, unapologetic voyeur. I am also bisexual, and also an enthusiastic voyeur, and love showing it off as much as she does. Ours is a perfect relationship and a marriage conceived and created in nirvana. What people like us would call a model marriage and the perfect way to live.

We met at a nudist wedding and were both there with other people, but we were drawn to one another and ended up talking all night after the wedding and comparing notes. We just bonded, and finally we ended up in bed during the reception. We like each other, are both democrats, enjoy camping, picnics in the park, rock music, and we both love to fuck other people.

At the wedding Claire ended up eating the bride's pussy, being fucked by the groom, and in a threesome with the Bride's Maid and the Best Man. I paired up with one of the bride's sisters, and my wife and I spent the next weekend talking about the wedding and reliving the whole event.

Claire has made it no secret that she loves big cocks, and I have listened intently as she tells me about her favorites. "That would be," she told me excitedly, "Marco, from Jamaica. We met at the beach and he took me to his shoreline cabin and introduced me to his wonderful, talented sexual instrument."

It seems Marco also had a very long tongue. He took her to heights she has only reached a few times in her entire life. She would stop at his cabin by the beach every Tuesday morning before he left for work or even had breakfast. He would get her to call out his name as he showed her just how men from the Caribbean could please a willing woman with his masculine talents.

Marco would fuck her thoroughly each Tuesday morning at six before she punched in at work. She met with Marco eagerly until he took a job in San Francisco Harbor working in the shipyards. Whenever she says the name Marco, she gets a dreamy look on her face and glances toward the ceiling.

She also was fond of Carlo, an Italian truck driver from San Diego. He was nearly as long as Marco, but he had a knob as big as a fist that once it got in also caused her to cry out with delight. "Oh, God, Carlo, yes, yes, yes," she told me she would yell.

One of the most exciting things she ever told me was about the first time she ever ate pussy. She was with a woman named Julianna and they had been out at a club. Both women revealed to one another they had had bi fantasies. Once they each realized their secret desires were similar, they left the club and got a room.

Once they entered the room they didn't talk much, it wasn't necessary. They began taking off each other's clothes as they stood next to the bed. Once they were both nude, Julianna curled two fingers into Claire's pussy and put her other hand on my wife's boob, rubbing her nipple with her thumb.

Claire took hold of Julianna's naked bottom with both hands and pulled her close. The two of them collapsed onto the bed and quickly moved into a sixty-nine position, placing their lips against the other woman's sex. My wife said she opened Julianna's pussy lips with her fingers and stuck her tongue as deep as it would go into her new friend's vagina.

At the same time, Julianna put her mouth over Claire's labia lips and began to suck and hum, obviously she had done that before. Claire's body began to shake and roll back and forth as the sensation of Julianna sucking her pussy sent her to ecstasy.

She took her lips off the other woman's pussy and put her hand over her own mouth. My wife said she had an orgasm so powerful she almost lost consciousness. She said her head began to spin and she cried out, trying to suppress her screams with her fingers over her lips.

She said she had been curious about eating pussy before that, but she had never expected it to actually happen. It was just an occasional masturbatory fantasy. After their first time, they began to meet once a month for "lunch" at Julianna's apartment. Their sex was hot, intense, and satisfying. She never had doubts about still liking sex with men, but her times with Julianna were very special as well.

She has her friends and I have mine. One of her male friends, Ken, has done a threesome with us on a number of occasions. He has even become one of my good buddies. The last time we were together he asked me to suck his cock after it had been in Claire's pussy.

I didn't hesitate. His cock was wet with her juice and it tasted as she does when I go down on her. I had sucked others before Ken, but adding her pussy lotion was a element that made it special. I love eating her, and I have become addicted to the flavor of her pussy.

As I said before I think of myself as bisexual and having another man's cock on my tongue is just sex to me. I prefer labia at my tongue, but a hard cock can be exciting and add an element.

The first time I ever felt another man's cock on my tongue was on a weekend hunting trip with my buddy Jim. We we on the mattress in the bed of my pickup the first night with our cocks in our hands talking about pussy.

"Ever wondered?" he asked.

"About what?" I said.

"About what women like about sucking cock," he said.

"Sure," I said.

"Ever try it? Ever think about it?" he asked.

"You?" I said.

"Sometimes," he said.

"Want to try it?" I said, moving my hand slowly up and down my shaft.

"I will if you will," he said.

"Okay," I said.

I pulled back the sleeping bag and exposed my cock, with stood straight up and ready. He raised up on his elbow and leaned over and took my cock in his mouth, sliding it up and down like he liked his girlfriend to do. I must admit it wasn't bad, although he didn't have the skill of the women who had done that, especially my girlfriend, Claire. She was a total expert at sucking cock, since she had done it so many times.

He did me for a while, but then stopped, afraid, I think of taking a geyser in his mouth.

We traded positions and I slide my lips over the end of his cock. I was surprised at how soft and pliable it felt. Neither of came from it but we both finished ourselves off with a hand job.

After Ken had me suck Claire's juices off his dick and he'd gone home, she asked me how I liked sucking his cock. "I liked tasting your pussy juice off his dick," I said.

"But you get to taste that when you eat me," she said, "but how did you like having his cock in your mouth?" I said I liked it.

"It is exciting," I said.

"If it hadn't been in my pussy, would you ever want to?" she asked raising up on an elbow. I told her about Jim and she smiled. "Did you like doing it?"

"Well, it wasn't the only time," I said. "We both preferred pussy, but cock sucking is not all that bad. What about you?" I said. "I know you've eaten pussy, who was the first?"

"That would be Julianna, my sister's best friend," she said, "and then Theresa.

"Had your sister Kelly ever tasted her?" I asked.

"Oh, yeah. They were regulars," she said. "After Julianna convinced me to try it, my sister and I became really close. After dates we would eat each other and taste the other woman's man until we fell asleep between each other's thighs. From college on, I don't think there was a week that I didn't feast on my little sister's sweet, pink, and very tasty pussy."

"So, besides Kelly, how many pussies have had your tongue inside?" I said.

"I don't know," she said, "probably twenty, maybe more. I don't count them, although I did once, in the beginning. I was just curious," she said. "I wondered what the ratio was, of men to women."

"And? How many men do you think there's been?" I asked, cuddling up against her, wrapping my legs around hers.

"Probably fifty, maybe sixty. There was more when I was dating. Sometimes I'd fucked a guy a day for a week or two," she said.

"Maybe more than sixty," I said.

"Maybe," she said with a smile. "It is quality not quantity," she said. "It is not how many you fuck. It's how well you fuck each one," she said with a grin. "I don't think there were many disappointed bedmates," she said with a smile.

"I don't imagine there was any," I said. "Do you think Kelly would be interested in a threesome?"

"Of course. My sister is hot for your body," she said. "We did a number of threesomes during our college days. You want to fuck my sister, love?"

"Of course. She is almost as hot as you," I said. "I would love to see the two of you in a hot sixty-nine. That would be the greatest show on earth," I said. "People would buy tickets for that," I added. "ESPN would even cover it."

"You could fuck my sister while you ate me," she said smiling broadly.

"I'd like that," I said. "Get her on the phone. See if she is busy this Sunday We could hump for the holiday. What could be a better way to spend Labor Day than fucking in a glorious threesome from Sunday to Monday night? Call her. See if she's interested in a Labor Day picnic."

My wife moved up to me and put her arms around my neck. "So, you want to fuck Kelly and her sister, huh?"

"I have already had her sister, and I like her, but both of you would be a feast I could get used to," I said. "How long has it been since you've eaten Kelly?"

"A whole month," she said with a sigh.

"You ate her while I was in Texas?"

"The whole four days," she said with a wistful sigh. "We only got out of bed to nourish ourselves and go to the bathroom. You wouldn't want me to be lonesome when you're gone, now would you?"

I kissed her and she put her hand on my cock. It was already erect, and she began to massage it with her palm and fingers. "Let's put this some place warm and wet and then I'll call Kelly. You interested?"

I answered by hooking a finger into her pussy and curling it upwards looking for her G-spot. Making sure I was able to keep my finger on her inner rough patch, she turned so she could get her mouth over the end of my very excited stiff cock and slid it in as far into her mouth as it would go, making sure her tongue rubbed against the underside of my dick as it went in as she always did.

Images of her sister and the two of us naked on a bed flashed through my head as she sucked on my cock and I fingered her pussy, my palm gathering samples of her dampness. When I began to climax, she kept her lips closed around my cock's tip and drank what shot down her throat from my spurting member. She swallowed gleefully and held my dick between her lips, licking and sucking what was left on the shaft when I was done.

"You suck cock so well, my love," I said.

"All that practice pays off," she said. "Sixty or more cocks helps me be able to please my husband," she added, "the way he should be."

When she called Kelly, her sister was eager to have a family "get together" Labor Day picnic. "I am surprised we haven't done that before this," Kelly said.

"We've been busy, but my husband wants to fuck my sister while he eats me," she told her.

"Sounds delightful," Kelly said.

She came to the house the following weekend, the day before Labor Day. The women were openly affectionate, hugging and kissing extensively, which they never had done before in front of me, but there was no longer any need to suppress it.

Without any coaxing from me, they both undressed and then each of them removed an item of my clothing, a piece at a time, until I, like them both, was nude. It didn't take them long to be taking turns playing with my cock, and I began fingering and kissing both of their pussies.

We moved as a group to the bed and Kelly got on her hands and knees, offering me her lovely bottom. Claire then stood over her and positioned her pussy in front of my mouth so I could suck and kiss it while I fucked her sister. We went on like that until I came in Kelly's sweet ass and Claire had an orgasm at my tongue. Kelly, who can be fucked for hours without ever getting tired was ready for another go round after my wife and I both were ready to collapse. She still hadn't come.

Like Claire, she loves fucking and has many lovers, both male and female. We decided that was the way we wanted to celebrate Labor Day every year, so we made a pledge that day to salute labor like that every year.

It has been fifteen years since we first got together on the day before Labor Day and paid tribute to organized labor by fucking one another for as long as we could last. Next Monday is Labor Day and Kelly is coming over for the holiday weekend, although this year she is bringing a friend. I don't know if it is a male or female, but it really doesn't matter.

One way or another, it will be a perfect picnic.