Having Friends Over

"You don't think she's doing that on purpose?" my wife said, half-laughing but there was also some annoyance in her voice.

"It could be," I said. "But I don't think she even knows when it happens."

"Of course she knows." Evangeline's face expressed pure skepticism.

I shrugged. "I don't ask her to do it."

"Seems like the only time she ever has to bend over and just about let her boobs fall out of her shirt is when she's in front of you."

I shrugged again. "I'm just lucky, I guess," I said.

Laser eyes. But a laugh. "You better not be getting lucky, buster," she chided.

"I'm not doing anything. I don't know why that keeps happening, but what am I supposed to do -- not look?"

"She's a tease," Evangeline said. "At least with you, anyway."

"I'm sure she's not flirting with me. She's your friend, seems like she barely tolerates me."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Evangeline said, with that tone of knowing more than she's saying. "She says nice things about you when we're talking."

"And you have never teased Carla's husband, have you?"

She looked shocked. "Absolutely not." Pause. "Never on purpose."

"So, accidentally?"

"I don't know," she said. "I couldn't help it if that happened sometimes."

"You two are something else," I said, rolling my eyes.

"I didn't do anything," my wife said.

"If you think she's flashing me on purpose, why don't you ask her?" I said.

"I don't want to confront her," Evangeline said. "It's nothing. I guess it doesn't hurt anything."

"Well, like they say, 'if you got it, flaunt it.'"

"That's bullshit," Evangeline said. "I got it and I don't flaunt it."

"Never?"

"Of course not" A pause. "At least never on purpose."

She gave me a smile and I figured the topic was closed.

I might have fallen in love with Evangeline for her tits, to tell you the truth. When we first dated she always dressed conservatively so I was actually kind of shocked when I got her out of her clothes, man oh man, so much more than I had imagined. I love to get my face in there, chewing on them, poking myself in the eyes with her nipples, sucking them -- a few times she has had orgasms from that kind of stimulation, not often but it has happened. Oh, and fucking her tits, that's died-and-gone-to-heaven stuff. And she enjoys it too, she has always appreciated how I appreciate her body, and I appreciate it even more when those amazing breasts are splattered with puddles of my fresh semen.

The pandemic hit, and during the lockdown, like everybody else, neither of us gave much of a thought to what we wore; there was nobody there to see us and it didn't matter. Starting early in the pandemic, Evangeline stopped wearing a bra unless she was going somewhere, which was almost never. Her friends and, I think, most women found it was a relief to go without the straightjacket, since we were all social distancing anyway. You remember, during lockdown clothing sales dropped off except for stuff like sweat pants and tank tops. She found that my old wife-beater undershirts were nice and comfortable, even though they were kind of tight around the chest. Some of those old shirts should have been thrown away years ago, but she dug them out of my drawer and they became her normal uniform around the house, usually with shorts, sometimes sweat pants. She was comfortable, that's what mattered.

As people began to tentatively come out of hiding, sweat pants were just a little too funky, yoga pants seemed to have moved up to street clothes, and the sweat pants went back into the drawer, but since people didn't really "go out" like before, comfort continued to dominate propriety in clothing choices. So when her friends came to visit Evangeline, or vice versa, they were usually dressed in some version of the same outfit, tank top or, in her case, an old undershirt, and yoga pants or shorts, or sometimes one of them would be wearing what they call a "cute top," usually a colorful scrap of nothin' held on with spaghetti straps, if that; they would see these things on the Internet and order them, I guess it was a compromise between comfortable and feminine even if nobody was ever going to see it. Husbands hovering around in the background didn't matter, you didn't have to dress for them, your own or your friend's. I was "just Doc" and Carla's husband was "just Ray," when Evangeline visited their house. We were harmless, bordering on invisible. Which, you know, it was fine with me; I didn't mind her friends jiggling around the house braless in some tiny thing. I know this will surprise you, but I actually didn't even mind that her friend Carla accidentally gave me a view of her big, firm tits, just about every time I walked past her. Ray and I were pretty good friends and, call it men's intuition, I was pretty sure he also didn't mind when my wife would drop by in her casual outfits, even if she didn't go out of her way to tempt him. Or even if she did -- I wouldn't know, just like I was sure he didn't know how his wife teased me.

I worked from home, starting with the pandemic. Sometimes I'd have to put on a shirt and maybe even a tie for a Zoom meeting, but basically I don't think I'd worn a pair of underwear since March 2000, when they sent us home. I'd get up in the morning, shower, pull on a pair of cotton gym shorts, maybe a t-shirt or undershirt, slippers, and I was ready for the day. If I had to go somewhere I'd swap the shorts for some jeans or something. And half the time, unless we were going somewhere nice, I went out in my slippers. Who would know, and who would give a fuck?

When the pandemic slowed down and the vaccine started working, some people went back to the office but I didn't want to and I didn't have to. I spent most weekdays in my home office, down the hall from the kitchen, and when Carla would come visiting, which was four or five times a week, I would hide out, working or pretending to work while the girls chitchatted. But the coffee maker was in the kitchen, and civility being what it was, I would have to come out once or twice and pretend to be sociable. They would be sitting at the kitchen table, and it was not unusual for Carla to drop something, or need to pick up her purse for something, when I was in the room. I didn't say anything but also didn't pretend not to notice her deep cleavage and fine, ripe melons.

It was the week before Memorial Day, and as usual the Berbers -- Ray and Carla -- were coming over on Saturday for grilling and beer. This was going to be the first warm weekend of the year and the pool was still too cold to swim in, but I had horseshoes set up in the back yard; if we got bored we could toss some shoes but most years we forgot to do that. Ray was a good dude, and we would end up getting into some subject and chatting away the whole day while the girls were sitting in deck chairs yacking about their own stuff. We were stocked up on beer and meat, buns, it was another year, another chance to visit with good friends.

As you may have figured out, these were not people Evangeline and I dressed up for, and vice versa. If shorts and a tank top were good enough for the two of us in the house alone, or when Evangeline's friends dropped by, they were good enough for Evangeline's friend and her husband, who was my friend. Even so, I had to do a double-take when Evangeline came downstairs looking for her hairbrush or something, before our guests arrived. She was wearing a pair of light-blue shorts, sort of faded and old-looking, and very short. I mean, just covering her butt-cheeks short. I realized these were her regular shorts that she wore every day, but I had never actually noticed how they looked on her. And that was the least of it. She was wearing an old undershirt that was once mine, stretchy ribbed cotton, worn tissue-thin by years of wear and washing. It had a V neck, fairly loose at the top with quite a bit of cleavage showing, and when it came to her boobs it stretched like the peel on a grapefruit, clinging to the roundness of her breasts, nearly transparent and perked out at the nipples, tucked up tight underneath, and then snug around her firm tummy. It was basically like skin.

"Wow," I said. "Is that what you're wearing?"

She was distracted but looked up and said, "Yeah, I guess," and continued her search for whatever it was. I watched her bending and reaching and my shorts began to stand up. Evangeline turned around and glanced at me and laughed. "You like this, I take it."

"Well, yeah, of course."

"This is what I wear every day of the week, something like this."

"I guess I never noticed," I said, embarrassed. "I really do have a fine-looking wife."

"Well maybe you ought to notice more," she said. "Like you notice Ray's wife."

I might have paused for a second. "I don't pay any attention to her," I said.

And with that she went upstairs with whatever-it-was in her hand to finish doing whatever she was doing up there. "I hope that thing in your shorts goes down before Ray and Carla get here," she hollered from the top of the stairs. I heard her laugh.

Now that she'd gotten me thinking about Ray's wife, this thing in my shorts did not go down immediately.

I took out the trash and we got the place ready and yes, the thing in my shorts went down on its own. Ray and Carla didn't bother to knock, they showed up at three as planned and walked in. Ray's eyes lit up when he saw Evangeline, and she ran over to give him a kiss on the cheek and grab his hand. She gave Carla a little half-hug and led Ray into the house while Carla came over to kiss me on the cheek and pat my ass while nobody was looking. Was that new? I couldn't remember her doing that, but maybe I just hadn't noticed.

Like me, Ray was in gym shorts. He wore a t-shirt and sandals. Carla was stunning. Sunglasses, a barrette, and a little tummy-baring "cute top," I don't know what they're called but it was a couple of strands of twine holding up a scrap of fabric that clung to her boobs and plunged between them. Also, cut-off shorts. Cut off short. With long, tan legs and lots of skin showing everywhere. Did she always look like this? I thought about it, and yes, she did, this was completely typical for both the women.

Glancing at my wife and Ray in the kitchen I could see that Ray's shorts were doing a poor job of hiding his feelings, as were mine. We were a couple of doofuses with hard-ons and sexy wives, including the ones that were not our own. For some reason, to my mind this seemed like a beautiful, happy thing, sexy wives. Ray and Evangeline came back in a minute with Modelos for all of us.

"Where can I set my purse?" Carla asked, as if she didn't know, and she stretched out over the back of the couch to set it there, baring nearly all of both breasts to me as she leaned. She caught me looking and gave me a big happy smile as she straightened up. I glanced at my wife, who I'm sure had noticed but now was looking at Ray and ignoring my situation.

"Shall we go out back?" Evangeline suggested. "You boys can get that grill warmed up and Carla and I can catch up." As if there would be anything to catch up on since yesterday. But still, they always did find something to talk about.

It was a beautiful warm day, and Ray and I must have lugged ten pounds of meat out. I started the gas grill at the edge of the grass and we stood over it talking while the women occupied the chairs in the shade near the house.

"Man," I said to Ray. "I was just thinking, we have a couple of beautiful wives." We high-fived each other.

"I can't believe my luck," he said. "And you, I mean, look at Evangeline. She gets better every year."

"She seemed like she was looking forward to seeing you today," I said, somewhat mischievously.

"Me?" Ray looked over at her. "I, uh, I guess that's nice."

"Well we haven't seen much of you lately."

"Yeah, I guess. I've been working a lot, I probably haven't been a good friend. Or a good husband, for that matter. As you know, married life can be a little boring. But I'm glad they have each other to talk to."

Ray had bought a new electric guitar, and wanted to tell me about it. It was an inexpensive one, a Square I think he said, but he was quite excited about it. "I played in high school," he said, "We even had a band. We weren't very good, but it's coming back to me."

"That's cool," I said. "I never could learn to play." I had a kinda-nice little waterproof outdoor sound system, with speakers on the deck and around the pool and in the pool-house, and while he told me about his new guitar I scrolled to a playlist that was upbeat but not wild or anything. Nice background music for a vacation weekend. It seemed to make the atmosphere friendlier, playing in the background, now and then we'd stop and listen to something but mostly it just worked with the beer and the great smell of food grilling to create a convivial and carefree ambience.

The girls got the buns and condiments, plates, more beer, and set it up on the picnic table. Ray and I brought over hamburgers, hot dogs, some chicken, and sausage from the grill, and we all sat around the table. There was an interesting moment when Ray asked for the ketchup and Evangeline brought it to him. She stood beside his chair, her irresistible breasts trembling just inches from his face, while he took the ketchup and spread it on his burger. I almost laughed out loud when he looked up from his task and had that oh-shit moment when those beautiful tits were right there, almost bopping him in the nose. That top did nothing to conceal anything. Her nipples were hard now, the areolas showing through the fabric, luscious heavy fruits hanging right there in front of his face. He quickly recovered from the shock and looked around the table at the rest of us. I glanced away and I don't think Carla had noticed, or at least she acted like she had not. I wondered if maybe both wives had been teasing us all along, but that I only noticed when it happened to me.

Speaking of his wife Carla, she was sitting to my right and as we ate it seemed that her chair kept moving closer to mine. She would chat with me between bites, looking into my eyes, touching her hand to my forearm to emphasize a point. Also leaning in such a way that her cleavage leaped out at my hungry eyeballs. She turned in her seat at one point and rested her feet comfortably on the rungs at the bottom of my chair, her extremely short shorts riding up in an extremely noticeable way, a tantalizing fraction of an inch of fabric stretched tight as a fiddle-string between her legs.

Across the table, I saw that my wife seemed to be fascinated by a story Ray was telling about his younger days in the band. She had turned in her seat with her chin resting on her palm and her tits literally resting on his arm, as if she didn't notice.

"Honey, could you grab us another round of beers?" Carla called to her husband. "I'm empty and I bet everybody else is, too." He nodded and stood reluctantly, and I could see why. In fact all three of us were more or less staring at the quivering pipe stretching out the front of his shorts as he stood. Like mine, they were light cotton running shorts, and not made to contain the explosive pressure of a raging erection -- I wasn't wearing underwear and it looked like he wasn't, either. I laughed inwardly and turned back to my food but both the women's eyes followed him as he trekked to the ice chest and back. I was just glad I wasn't the one who had to stand up.

Thinking back, maybe that moment set the stage, or at least changed the tone for the evening. The sensuality of the two wives had had us simmering, and this was the moment, I think, when it started to boil over. A few minutes after Ray had passed around the beers, Carla was talking to me about something that had happened in traffic yesterday and, as she gestured to indicate a sudden turn, her hand bumped against the Washington monument standing up in my lap. She stopped talking for a tenth of a second and looked into my eyes and then moved on as if nothing had happened. But nothing had not happened. She had me hard as a piece of pipe and I was not ashamed by it.

Just as the sun was about to set I got called on to bring the next round, and I could feel all eyes on me as I stood up and walked. My cock was bustin' at the seams, pushing the front of my shorts out. I probably had a damp spot but I didn't look. By this time, it seemed that a mist of eroticism had become an undeniable part of our evening. We gentlemen were wound up, and seemed to be settling into conversation pairs with each other's wives, who were stoking the fires skillfully. No one said anything. After all these years of socializing and partying together we had never anticipated such a turn of events, but, without speaking a word, everybody knew that everybody knew. None of us had an idea how to behave in such a situation, what you are supposed to say or do. Nobody wanted to pull back from the brink; there was a tacit feeling in the air that we all wanted to jump off the cliff together. It might not happen. But maybe it would. Usually in married life there is a routine or norm or something that pulls you back from leaping, but not always.

As the evening grew darker, Ray and my wife were exchanging stories about their high school days. He had his band to talk about, but Evangeline had some stories, too. She had been pretty popular, had some good friends, was active in school events. Carla and I were chatting when Evangeline called over to us. "Hey, you two, we're going to look at my high school yearbooks. Do you want to join us?"

Carla responded immediately. "I've seem them already, thanks," and I said, "Me too, thanks though. Have fun going through them." Evangeline was holding Ray's hand as they stood up, his cock like a horizontal telephone pole, and paraded into the dark house.

Carla and I continued our conversation but the emotion was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Over her shoulder I saw a light come on in the house, the living room, I figured. We sat and listened to the music for a minute. A soul ballad came on, a classic by the Softglows, and Carla said, "I love that song. Would you dance with me?"

We stood up and walked closer to the sound system. The night was dark, stars emerging, a few last calls from the neighborhood songbirds, as I opened my arms and Carla stepped into them. I pulled her close. She laughed knowingly as she cuddled against me, my rock-hard cock pressing against her body through the nothingness of my cotton shorts.

"It seems like you like me," she said.

"You are incredibly sexy," I said, and we swayed slowly to the music, our hips pressed together.

"So what are we going to do about it?" she finally asked.

"I don't know," I said. "I know what we should do, which is nothing. But we're grown-ups, and I don't think a little excitement in our lives would kill us."

"Yeah, I don't know either," she said. I bent my head down and kissed her while we danced.

The song ended and some rocker came on. "Let's go see what they're doing," she said.

I led her by the hand into the house. We went in through the kitchen door. The house was quiet, that same light was still on at the front of the house. We walked toward it without speaking. I think we knew what we were going to find.

When we got to the living room we stopped. There were our spouses, on the couch, three unopened yearbooks stacked beside them. My wife's shirt was pushed up around her neck, her big tits heaving as his hand squeezed them tenderly. His shorts were around his knees with her hand pumping his cock while they engaged in a heavy make-out session that left them unaware that they were being observed.

I realized at the moment that I could have felt betrayed and heartbroken, but actually the scene was fucking hot. The two of them were so wrapped up in the intensity of the moment that the external world had ceased to exist for them. I wanted to stand there and watch them, I especially loved watching my wife indulging the fire of her own passion. Carla stepped up behind me, her hard breasts pushing against my ribs as her arm came around my waist and we watched in awe.

The two on the couch eventually broke their kiss and looked up at us. They did not look surprised, actually; I took the moment to be one where they were simply curious to see how we would react and whether they could continue what they'd started, or, the alternative, this would break down into a big ugly emotional scene with accusations and anger and two couples falling apart, yelling and doors slamming, marriages ruined and lives careening off in opposite directions.

"Woops, busted," Evangeline said, stroking Ray's cock without a pause. They looked at us, we looked at them. "Are we all right here?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "We were just checking that you're all right. Looks like everything's fine. We'll be out in the pool house."

I turned, put my hand on Carla's waist, and walked her back through the kitchen to the back door. The night was cool but not chilly, no need for a sweater. The music was still playing on the deck, the playlist was in a section of funk and disco, party music, which seemed somehow just perfect in this liberating moment.

Carla and I did not talk as we crossed to the pool house. I flipped on the interior light and turned the dimmers down to a mood-setting level -- the track lighting around the ceiling reflected off the walls in many colors. The pool house served as a guest house as well, usually only when Evangeline's parents visited from Ohio. It was not luxurious but ample, with some furniture including, importantly, a nice big bed. The sound system was piped into the pool house, speakers embedded in the walls to give an atmospheric sound as if the music was coming from everywhere at once. I turned it down a little, loud enough to hear but quiet enough to ignore.

"This is perfect," Carla said as we stood inside the doorway.

I kissed her and ran my hands over her body. "I hadn't really thought we'd be using it tonight," I said. "But I'm glad it's here." I pulled Carla's scant top off her in one tug, and took a breast in my mouth. She held my head in her arms and moaned. While I was sucking her nipple I slipped her shorts down to her ankles and she kicked them off.

"Let me have a look at you," I said, stepping back. She was magnificent. Her dark hair was short and dark and stylish, some kind of suburban-cutie cut with streaks dyed into it. I had never noticed her makeup but her eyes were big and also dark, with heavy eyelashes. She was wearing a small gold chain with a little charm on it, which hung down between tits that were like rocks, high and solid as a teenager's. I had fantasized about them many times but they were much better than I had imagined, firm and round with dark nipples that poked out lasciviously from fine round areolas. She had the kind of petite body that juts in at the waist and then smoothly escalates to her hips, a classic erotic female body.

I had heard her talk about an exercise program she followed on TV, and was not surprised to see that she was in perfect shape, with lean arms and legs with a little muscle on them. "Turn around," I said, and she complied, turning around slowly. She had a perfect round bottom, smooth and full, and with her back to me she gave it a teasing little twitch. "Oh!" I said stupidly, taken by surprise by the sexiness of the move.

"You like that?" she smiled over her shoulder.

"Oh yeah," I replied.

She pointed to a wooden chair. "Sit down," she said. The sound system was playing 'Take It Till Ya Break It' by Thee Funk Dominators, a relentless understated dance song with a chorus that repeats the title, and as I sat Carla started a little dance. She had her back to me and her hips shifted subtly, her long arms came up alongside her head, and her naked body moved like liquid in the dim light.

She danced facing the far wall for a minute, then slowly rotated to give me the profile angle, the full silhouette of those tits bouncing to the rhythm, then turned to face me, doing a 'come-on' gesture with her hands and smiling at me, pushing her hips forward. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and natural looking, she was like a Polynesian princess writhing slowly to that sexy funk beat.

She danced over to the chair where I sat and gave my chest a shove, and I fell back. She danced up to me with her legs on either side of me, her arms in the air, and pushed one of those beautiful breasts into my mouth. My reflex was to pull her closer but I decided to let her control the interaction, so I only sucked an engorged nipple and the firm flesh around it, pulling it into my mouth and rolling it around inside my lips. After a minute she leaned the other way and gave me the other one for more of the same treatment, those supple arms wrapping around my head to hold me close, and then she danced back, looking me over.

Her hips never stopped swaying, her arms were like banners blowing in the wind around her, as she moved toward me again. Again she straddled my legs, bring her body up to mine, her face an inch from my face, and rubbed those amazing tits against my chest. At the same time, she settled her body on mine and I could feel her strong thighs closing in on the sides of my abdomen, holding me tightly as she moved her body against mine. Mostly her movements were up and down, rubbing those tits against my chest and then up to my face, and then back down.

The Funk Dominators gave way to 'After the Lights Go Out' by the Romanticators, a ballad with a popping bass drum and bass guitar that slithered under the lyrics, which were very sexy and romantic. Carla slowed her movements, putting her hands behind my neck with her fingers locked and leaning back. She slipped her lower body back, putting her weight on my thighs, and then dragged her naked pussy forward over the straining bulge in my shorts.

It was like being electrocuted. Through the thin fabric I could feel her labia clutching at me, and she pulled her pussy forward, and then back, over my engorged erection. I had my arms by my sides, eyes watching her every move, as she basically fucked me in slow motion through a layer of light cotton clothing. I could have exploded into my shorts at that moment, it was intense but I wanted to make it last forever.

She slowly rose up off me and gestured for me to scoot down in the chair. She had me push my legs out in front and bring my butt to the edge of the seat. I imagined she was clearing a way to pull my shorts down and fuck me for real, but that was not what she had in mind.

I was in a nearly prone position, lying in the chair with my head almost down to the seat, and she crawled up onto the chair, placing her knees on either side of me. With each motion she pressed her pussy against my body, moving from my crotch to my belly, to my chest, and eventually reaching my face, where she pressed her dripping pussy against my lips.

"Eat me," she said, softly, moving her fingers to my ears and tickling the sides of my head. "Suck my pussy."

Trust me -- I did. I dug my tongue into her salty vagina and fucked her with it, licking inside her while she pressed her vulva against my face. She was, impossibly, still dancing, her body in a state of movement, rhythmically pushing against me and pulling back. I sucked her labia and used my lips to engulf her entire pubic area, before shifting my attention to her clitoris.

"Make me come," she demanded, sounding desperate. I sucked the pebble of her clitoris into my mouth and worked it over with my tongue. Her arms tightened around the back of my head and she pressed her body harder against me. As a last measure I broadened my tongue and took a long, leisurely lap from the opening of her vagina, slowly through valley between her labia, up to her clitoris, where a hard suck blasted her over the edge. She began whimpering and humping my face, forgetting her dance for a minute as she pushed her clitoris into my mouth.

I felt her body grow limp and she lightened her attack and moved back, seamlessly resuming her dance as if nothing had happened. She slid her pussy down my chest and sat on my lap again, running her labia up and down the length of my rigid cock. Her upper body and her arms were dancing to the music while her lower body worked on me, following the rhythm of the music but pressing and exploring the texture of my shaft through my shorts.

She slowly slid off my thighs and sank to the floor between my legs. 'After the Lights Go Out' was in its long fade ending, and then the playlist continued with 'Shorty Nasty' by the Snakey Blacky. The ethereal ambient synth line began hypnotically, seeming to come from all the walls of the room at once, with that slow kick drum coming up in the mix. Carla placed her palms on my thighs and ran them down to my knees then up, slowing as she neared the hem of my shorts and then slipping under the fabric. I could feel her fingertips touching my balls, lightly tickling my shaft, some fingers surrounded my cock and tugged gently at it.

All this while, her body was in motion, moving to the over-the-top-sexy beat of 'Shorty Nasty,' from her toes to her ears. Her hands moved over my cock to the rhythm of the beat, and she tugged at my waistband in time with that bass drum, slowly revealing my hard cock a fraction of an inch at a time.

When she cleared the tip it sprang up and she pulled my shorts off and tossed them over her shoulder all in one move while she took a grip of my hard-on and began stroking it to the drum-beat. Her thumbs came up over the top of my penis, stimulating the head, driving me crazy, and her fingers pumped my shaft expertly.

Carla leaned forward and brought her mouth to my balls, nibbling and licking while she jacked me off. My eyes did not want to stay open.

After working my scrotum over thoroughly she placed her mouth on my cock and sucked. I could have blown my load right then, it was outrageous. I don't know what she was doing but it was unlike any sensation I had ever had before. I prayed for her to finish me off right then and there.

But no.

She sucked me deep, working me with her hand between sucks, her body in motion, and then she kissed my tummy and began ascending my body, kissing my skin, my nipples, my shoulders, my neck, until her pussy was over my cock.

I thought she would fuck me but she had another idea. She lowered her pussy to my erection and pushed it down flat, pointing up toward my belly, then dredged her pussy along its length. The feeling for me was nearly as good as fucking, her wet flesh stimulating my cock, taking her own pleasure from me.

She lifted up and took my cock in her hand and began rubbing the head of it against her labia and her clit, moving slowly to the music, her hips dancing an inch to the left and right as 'Shorty Nasty' cooed out of the walls. She used my cock as a hammer against her clit, slapping herself with it, rubbing it against her, and then suddenly she looked at me in surprise, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she went into an orgasmic convulsion that involved every inch of her body.

She didn't release her grip but kept rubbing me against herself as her orgasm proceeded. When the wildest part had subsided she lowered her pussy again to my cock, slipping her sensitive parts forward and backward on me again. She went lightly for a minute, then bore down harder, getting the head of my cock against her clitoris. She seemed to enjoy looking me in the eyes while she came, and I agree it was fucking hot. She was rubbing her clit with my hard-on and looking into my eyes, and then they glazed over, and then the lids starts to swell and almost close, and then her mouth fell open and a series of moans came from her lips. Her body was not consumed in convulsions this time, but shook and shivered on me for a full minute while she ground her pussy up and down my length.

She slipped down and sucked my cock for a couple of minutes and then came up and straddled me again. This time she took my penis in her hand and guided it into her vagina.

I am stretched out on a chair, remember, with my butt on the edge, and she has taken control of the situation. She leaned over me and kissed me, her tits pushing against my chest, and then began moving her hips against me. Every cell in my cock was electrified by her motion. Then she dialed the intensity down and began fucking me deliberately and slowly with her hips.

"How are you doing?" she suddenly asked.

"I'm okay," I said, understating the situation.

"You going to be able to keep going?"

"I think so," I said.

"Good," she said, and she shifted on me and pressed her hips down on me, taking me deep but more importantly grinding her clitoris against my pubic bone. It took about a minute of this and another orgasm hit her. She giggled and laughed all the way through that one.

"Ooh, that was good," she said. "Let's do that again."

It didn't take thirty seconds for the next one to hit. This one was more intense, tears came to her eyes and she rocked on me for a long time.

She smiled benignly down at me. "Let's do a little something for you," she said.

"How about we go over to the bed?" I suggested.

We uncoupled and walked to the bed. She lay on her back and held her arms out to me. I slipped my cock into her easily and began pumping my hips at a slow pace, going deep, pausing, pulling back, and shoving into her again slowly until I hit bottom. She found the tempo and began moving her hips to meet me, dancing now to my rhythm and not 'In Yo' Face' by the Brothers Supreme, which happened to be playing on the sound system. That music was a little frantic for my current mood, and I ignored it, plowing steadily into her repeatedly, filling her with cock, holding it for a second, and making her want it again.

She seemed as surprised as I was when another orgasm hit her. But it was nice. I had been granny-gearing her for a long time and she erupted violently, and I could feel the tingling in my balls that meant I was getting close. I threw her legs up over her head, with my arms inside them to hold her in place, and began hammering her violently. Her pussy was fully open to me, and I was reaching the far end of her vagina with each stroke, and it was better and better. And then everything in me released and I felt my load swelling and flowing within my hips, rushing to my cock, and rocketing out of me. I filled her up, shooting deep, ramming into her with each spurt until I couldn't go any more.

"That was sweet," she said, as I fell off her. We lay in the pool-house bed together, cuddling.

I woke up first. There was no coffee, but there was a shower, and I decided to get cleaned up. There was also no clock and I had no idea what time it was, but the birds were singing, the sun was up, it seemed like time to be awake.

I was almost finished when the shower door opened and Carla appeared. She smiled up at me and said, "You don't mind if I join you, do you?" I helped her shower, rubbing the soap all over her, not missing a place, using my tongue to get some hard-to-reach spots. I ended up fucking her from behind, a nice friendly little morning fuck. Man, her pussy felt good. I went for maybe five minutes and blew my shot; I think neither one of us expected her to come this time. Then after that we soaped again and rinsed off.

I looked at our clothes strewn around the pool-house room and wondered out loud if there was any point in putting them on. We discussed it and decided we should, in case our spouses had dressed or had some weird feelings about all this, the morning after. So we threw on our clothes from yesterday.

"I hope somebody made coffee," I said, and we headed up to the house. Monah Tee was singing 'Three Times Just Ain't Enough,' on the sound system, her only hit but I always thought it was a great song and wondered what ever happened to Monah Tee. She was singing along with the music of the birds and the breeze on the deck, another beautiful sunny day. I gave Carla a little kiss before we left the pool-house and I think we were both a little apprehensive about what we'd find when we encountered our other halves.

We shouldn't have worried. I pulled open the back screen door and we were greeted by the smell of good, strong coffee, bacon and eggs and hash browns. Our spouses were busy over the stove, spatulas flying, handing plates back and forth as stuff finished cooking.

Neither one of them had a stitch of clothing on, which did not seem strange at all. They both appeared to have cleaned up and had had a cup or two of coffee already.

"We didn't see the point in putting on clothes on a day like this," Evangeline said. "We're thinking about having breakfast on the deck. You can wear clothes if you want. Or eat in here. There'll be plenty."

"I don't see any need for clothes," I said. In reality, I only had a pair of cotton shorts on. I stepped out of them, and Carla tossed off her top and shorts and we set them on a counter.

"You want to set the table?" Evangeline said to me, and Carla and I got drawn into the busy-work, just like that.

We sat around the smaller table on the deck, alternating so everyone was between their own spouse and the opposite-sex person who was not their spouse. This seemed fair and did not prejudice interactions in any way. Breakfast was delicious, the birds were singing again, blue skies and sunshine, it could not have been a better morning. I found myself talking to my own wife at one point, I even gave her a little kiss and everything was as normal as could be.

Then I was talking to Ray's wife, and for some reason, I don't know how this happened, she got up and sat on my lap while we talked, with her arm around my neck and a tit rubbing against my shoulder.

I started getting a hard-on and she could feel it under her, and she giggled at me and wiggled her ass on it. I guess I got a little absorbed in our game and wasn't paying attention to the others, but when I glanced over, my wife was on her knees sucking Ray's dick. It was a leisurely suck, she wasn't trying to get him to cum, just enjoying her lollipop and giving Ray some enjoyment.

"That's a good idea," Carla said, and in a heartbeat she was kneeling in front of my lawn chair, gulping by hard-on down her throat. Now and then she'd stop and look at it, run her fingers over it.

I heard Evangeline's voice: "You want to see something he loves?"

"Sure," Carla said.

And now Evangeline knelt in front of me with Carla at her side. "Watch this," she said, and she did a special thing she knows, where she makes a ring with her thumb and index finger and loops one of my testicles through it so that the scrotum skin is pulled tight. Then she runs her tongue over it. I don't know how this works but it drives me crazy.

"Here, try it," Evangeline said, handing me over to Carla. Carla was a fast learner, she operated on the other testicle, licking the taut skin with the tip of her tongue. Then, while she was doing that, Evangeline took the head of my cock in her mouth and began sucking it, bobbing up and down on me.

Ray was watching all this with interest. "I'm glad she's learning that," he said. "It looks good." The girls put me over the moon for another ten minutes or so and then Evangeline said, "Let's show Ray how that works."

They knelt in front of him and got to work. After about two seconds of my wife licking his balls, he said, "Where did you learn that?"

Evangeline said, "I don't know, I just did it one time and he seemed to like it."

Ray looked over at me. "We need to let these girls share their discoveries more often. Oh my god," and his consciousness seemed to fade. I sat and watched Ray's wife and my wife give him the blow job of a lifetime. He was grinning like the village idiot, sitting there with his legs sprawled out and two women giving him the works.

As before, nobody seemed to be on an orgasm mission. At least with men, when we're done, we're done, at least for a while, and nobody wanted to be done. There were too many adventures to be had.

Clearing the table and putting the dishes in the sink involved more physical contact than usual. This morning, it did not seem that we were drawing a fine line between whose spouse we were touching. Evangeline was putting some dishes in the sink and I came up behind her with more, and in the process my dick ended up poking between the cheeks of her ass while my fingers gave her nipple a pinch. Then as I turned to get more dishes I ended up somehow with my face between Carla's breasts, while Ray fondled my wife from behind, possibly poking his dick into her too but I didn't notice. We were both walking around with erections, of course. The little interlude with Carla in the shower an hour earlier had not affected me by the time we got to breakfast.

We ended up back out on the deck, sitting around the larger table. We had all been friends for many years and the conversation came pretty easily. Actually it was unusual for Ray and me to chat with the other's wife, even if we saw them several times a week, so a lot of the more interesting conversations happened cross-marriage.

Carla had pulled her chair up close to me, like she had last night except now we were naked, and we were talking about funny experiences we had had. Every once in a while one of us would reach over and stroke some part of the other's body -- it would have taken effort, for instance, not to squeeze and fondle her breasts sometimes, they were so delicious and inviting, and there was no reason not to. Mostly she would stroke my arm or my face but a couple of times she reached down and jacked me off for a half a minute or so, just enjoying her power over me as my body responded to it and my breathing stopped. Sometimes she'd lean forward, or I would, and we would kiss. And our spouses seemed to be having a similar conversation, all of us sipping coffee in the beautiful sunshine.

At one point, Carla stopped talking and looked past me. She was watching something, and said, "That is kind of fascinating to watch."

I turned and saw my wife and Carla's husband stretched out on the green grass, making out and running their hands over the other's body. I looked back at Carla, who was following every move. "It is fascinating," I said. I pulled my chair around next to hers so we could both watch.

I'd say the temperature was seventy, seventy-two degrees, a nice spring day, perfect to be outside without clothes on. Ray and Evangeline were wrapped up together making out passionately. We could see their throats moving as their tongues intertwined and explored the other's mouth, and at the same time, their hands were everywhere. Evangeline ran her hands over Ray's chest, lingering to tease his nipples and then one hand went down to pump his cock while the other pulled his head tighter against hers. Ray had one hand holding her ass, pulling her close, while the other reached from the front to fondle her pussy. He was being a little rough there, pushing his fingers hard into her soft tissues, but she did not seem to mind. You might say.

Soon his pussy-hand moved up to her breast and he held it and squeezed if before concentrating on her nipple, which was hard and dark and serious-looking. As they writhed in the grass, Evangeline climbed on top of Ray. We had the perfect view as she moved her hips around until his hard-on slipped into her glistening vagina. She gave a little laugh and rode him for several minutes, then lifted her hips and dismounted.

I patted my thigh to invite Carla to come sit on my lap while we watched the show, we kissed hotly for a few seconds but honestly neither one of us wanted to miss anything. Evangeline scooted back and wrapped her tits around Ray's erection and held them together with her hands as she fucked him silly. He was pumping his hips, getting all of it he could. Carla whispered to me, "Huh, good move, I'll have to try that sometime." I had a moment when it crossed my mind that tit-fucking was something special between my wife and me, but that thought quickly passed as I saw how incredibly erotic she was and how excited she was getting my old buddy. What she'd learned with me could pass on to another couple, and what they'd learned together could pass on to us. It seemed like a good system. I tried to feel jealous but the only thing that came to mind was pride.

Evangeline was on top now, and she swiveled around to take his cock in her mouth, while positioning her pussy over his. He got the hint and grasped her butt to pull her down, as his lips and tongue worked on her. We were watching from the other end, with a better view of my wife fucking him with her mouth, rocking her head up and down on him,

Carla had been squirming a little on my lap, not surprisingly, but I began to realize that she had arranged herself so the head of my cock was pressing into her slit. It was tempting to shift my own body so that I penetrated her -- sitting there fucking while we watched our spouses seemed perfectly appropriate -- but I was a little curious to see what she wanted. She seemed comfortable with my cock between her labia, and she gestured and moved enough to keep constant stimulation going for both of us. Fucking sounded good but I don't think either one of us wanted to miss the show. For one thing, we were both learning about our own spouses.

The two of them seemed like they could sixty-nine forever. Evangeline was slurping on his cock, sucking the head of it sometimes, fucking his shaft with her mouth sometimes, licking the sides, while Ray was busy on her pussy. Finally, she pulled her head up from him and closed her eyes and began shimmying with a beautiful orgasm, as whatever he was doing down there hit the mark. It was incredible to see.

The two of them rolled onto their sides without breaking the action, and then a minute later rolled again, so Evangeline was on the bottom and Ray on top. This gave him easier access to her pussy, since his head was not trapped underneath her, and we would see his tongue working on her while at the same time, closer to us, his hard-on slid in and out of her hungry lips.

At this point Carla shifted a little more and I could tell the head of my penis was rubbing against her clitoris when she moved. She pulled her upper body tighter against me and whispered, "Ooh, that's nice." I reached around her and rubbed her nipple lightly while we turned our attention back to our mates in the grass.

Things were heating up, I'd say. Ray had a perfect angle on her pussy and we watched him suck her clitoris until she came, violently this time, hammering her pussy against his face. Her orgasm lasted a long time, and then Ray began lapping at her in a more gentle way and suddenly Carla erupted on my lap. She was giggling softly and moaning and her body was quivering. My sense was that she did not want to interrupt the show, but she was definitely enjoying a good orgasm.

Ray gave Evangeline a minute to breathe, then buried his head between her legs and started applying some pressure, sipping her clitoris into his mouth and lashing it with his tongue. Interestingly, during that same phase he began moving his hips more, pushing his cock into Evangeline's throat. She choked and coughed a couple of times but gave no sign of wanting him to stop.

"This is amazing," Carla whispered to me. "I wouldn't think that was something he'd ever do."

"Evangeline seems to be enjoying herself, too," I said, and we laughed quietly. "I would never have expected it."

Ray turned up the volume at both ends. He was sucking her pussy roughly, gnawing on it and spanking her clitoris with his tongue, and at the same time he was now fucking her throat without mercy. If this had been a porn movie I would have looked away, but I stared shamelessly as my wife took a brutal throat-fucking.

It seemed to me the birds had stopped singing. I don't remember there being any music. My cock was slipping across Carla's clit but otherwise the only thing that existed was the couple in the grass, reaching a crescendo of lust. Evangeline suddenly exploded with a monstrous orgasm, bucking against Ray's face as he held his mouth against her, sucking and probing with his tongue, and it appeared he was reaching the end, as well. He was ramming the full length of his erection down her throat in long fierce strokes -- I don't know how she took it -- and he began moaning as her frenzy started to subside.

Then, surprising us all, he reached down, pulled his cock out of her mouth, and aimed it at her face. She gave a little shriek as the first load of cum hit her right between the eyes, then she yelled "Oh my god!" as the second one coated her cheek. She turned her face from side to side to get it everywhere, as he blasted one messy load after another. At this moment Carla clutched me to her and erupted into a real orgasm with groaning and shaking, burying her face in my chest. The couple in the grass didn't notice.

After a few seconds Ray rolled back off Evangeline and she reached her hand up to her face. I interrupted: "No, don't wipe it off. Leave it. It looks good."

She stopped and looked at me as if she just realized I was there. "It does?" she said.

"Yes, it's amazing," I said.

"I agree," Carla said, still panting.

"I forgot you guys were here," Evangeline said.

"Me too," Ray added. "Have you been here this whole time?"

"Yeah," Carla said. She began applauding, "Great show!" I joined her in clapping and cheering. Ray and Evangeline high-fived each other.

"I guess we got a little carried away," Evangeline said. They stood and came to join us at the table.

I can't tell you how much I was appreciating the mask of cum on her face. Ray had really done a thorough job, getting it into her hair, dripping onto her tits, coating her lips and chin. I was wondering why I had never cum on her face, and had no explanation.

Carla got up and freshened their coffee. Ray gave Evangeline a kiss, and then I did. I got a little cum on my cheek but not much.

Carla shifted on my lap again, wiggling her hips until I was up in her slit as before. She smiled cheerfully at me. The birds were singing again and the playlist had picked up with 'What Does the Future Hold' by The Dual Jets, one from the nineties that I always liked. The Dual Jets were like a neo-doo-wop group with a modern sound for an old style. In this song the singer is wondering what he and his new love have started, and where it is headed.

Evangeline took a sip of coffee and said, "We were a little worried about what you guys would think if you came in and found us last night. But it seems like everything is working out, don't you think?" The fact that my wife was saying this with her face caked with another man's cum made it all the more reasonable.

"I can't say we were totally surprised," Carla said. "I think everybody felt this coming." We all nodded and agreed, and she wiggled her pussy over the head of my cock playfully.

Ray sort of choked. "Saw it coming? You mean, at like eight o'clock last night?"

"No, silly," Evangeline laughed. "You boys didn't see what was happening?"

We both shook our heads no. Carla said, "I realized something would happen weeks ago. I didn't know what, but something."

I wiggled my own hips and slipped my hard-on into her. As she turned her head I thrust my hips and forced it in to the hilt. "Oh!" she said, looking at me.

"Are you guys fucking over there?" Ray asked, laughing.

Carla caught her breath and said, "I guess we are, sort of."

Everybody chuckled and we took a sip of coffee. "We couldn't have had a more beautiful day to get together," I said, moving my hips slightly, pushing my cock in and out of Carla's pussy. "Birds singing, sunshine."

"You're right about that," Ray said.

"Do you guys have anything else planned for the holiday?" my cum-coated wife asked.

"Not really," Ray said.

"Mmm," Carla said. I set my hand on her thigh as she sat on my lap, and brought it up to her pubic area. The chair was lower to the table, and the others, on the other side, couldn't really see, though it wouldn't have been hard to figure out.

"Carla was saying we should stop by and see her parents," Ray said, "But I don't know. I guess we could." My fingers probed around until I located Carla's clit, hard and swollen, where our bodies were connected. I touched it lightly and she shivered against me.

"Well you gotta see them while you can," Evangeline said cheerfully. "When they're gone, they're gone."

Carla lay her head against my shoulder. I could feel her arm tighten around me. "Excuse us a second, would ya?" I said to the others. I gave my hips a thrust and gave her clitoris a twist and Carla yelped then began rocking on my lap, shaking like a leaf. Her eyes were squinted shut, her face was red. I kept pumping my erection into her and she came for nearly a minute, with everyone politely watching and waiting. Finally her body went limp.

"Was that a good one?" Evangeline asked.

"Yes," Carla said softly.

"I doubt we're going to put on a show like you two just did," I said. "That was really something."

Ray was conciliatory as usual. He spread his hands and said, "We forgot you guys were here."

Carla peeked one eye open and looked over at our spouses. "Our show was last night," she said. "Sorry you missed it."

Evangeline nodded. "We had a pretty good time last night, too." Implying understatement.

"Well we can visit my folks if you want, Ray," Carla said, returning to the previous subject. "I didn't promise we'd come." My fingers were still on her pussy; I tickled her clit for a minute and then grasped it between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a squeeze. Carla jolted upright with loud gasp, then looked down at me like the cat who swallowed the canary. "You devil," she said.

I continued squeezing and she continued gasping until her gasps merged into one long howl. Again she buried her face against me and shook like a leaf in the wind for a minute or more. When her orgasm subsided no one commented. She kept her face against my shoulder for a while and then sat up.

We talked about what to have for lunch. Evangeline and I had bought groceries for the long weekend, so we were well situated there, plus we had lots of beer. The ladies talked about what kind of sandwiches they might like to make, and I slipped my fingertip into Carla's vagina, hooking it toward the front to see whether she had a responsive G-spot or not.

She did.

The conversation stopped as she looked at my face in silence. Then she said something like, "Mmmm" and began humping my finger as I stroked inside her vagina. I placed my thumb, on the outside, on her clitoris, and pinched lightly between the two fingers and she blasted off again. She did not hide her face this time, but shook and grunted like an animal until the feeling resolved.

"Damn," Evangeline said. "I remember you said you were multiorgasmic, but I didn't realize."

"I'm not usually like this," Carla said. "It's just a strange situation, I guess."

"Yeah, plus whatever Doc is doing to you down there," Ray interjected.

"Well, yeah," Carla said. "That helps." And everybody laughed.

Ray laughed and said, "Sometimes she'll have a string of them, then she needs a break, and then it's like starting all over again."

"Yeah, poor me," Carla said, trying to look proud and pitiful at the same time.

Between fucking her and tickling her clit I got Carla to come four more times before she had reached her limit. Then, while the other three of us talked about a new car that Ray and Carla were considering buying, she got on her knees between my legs and sucked my cock again.

I had come once, in the shower earlier, and did not feel any sense of urgency about it. Plus, I like to be able to get hard if I want to or need to, so I enjoyed what Carla was doing but did not shoot my load. It was a kind of time in paradise, chatting with friends while getting my dick sucked by someone who really knew what she was doing. I think if she had intended for me to cum, I would have, but she also was taking a leisurely sunny-afternoon approach to it.

"Can you still feel the cum on your face?" I asked my wife. "I can't see it any more."

"Oh yeah, I can feel it. It feels like it is tightening up my skin. I bet this is great for maintaining a youthful appearance." She touched her face.

"Any time you need an application," I said.

"And if he's busy, I'll be glad to help," Ray said.

"Or maybe a double dose would work even better," Evangeline said. It did not come off as quite as casual a comment as she had intended, and somehow I figured that this would happen someday.

We decided it was time for lunch, and Carla reluctantly stopped sucking my dick to go to the kitchen with Evangeline. It's probably sexist, but the girls wanted to make lunch and actually Ray and I would have probably fucked it up.

He wanted to see what kind of shape the pool was in. Summer was coming and they always enjoyed stopping by for a nice swim, but through the winter the water would get algae and leaves and funky stuff in it. We walked across the green rye grass of the spring lawn to the pool deck and looked it over. It was not as bad as it could have been. Definitely going to need a couple of days' work to get it in shape, but as the weather was warming up that could be soon.

"I hope you're okay with what's happening," Ray said, standing beside the pool, away from spousal eavesdroppers. "I'm kind of having fun. I hope you are. And I know the girls are."

"Oh yeah, this is something else," I said. "Twenty-four hours ago all this would have seemed impossible to me, even if the wives apparently knew what was going to happen."

"Yeah, or planned it," Ray said.

"I hadn't thought of that," I said. "Well at least we're lucky enough to have wives who make good plans."

I said, "The other day Evangeline kind of yelled at me because she thought Carla was teasing me with her little outfits when she came over."

Ray laughed. "Oh yeah, and you should see your wife at my house."

"Yeah, I had kind of assumed it was going both ways. I guess we can't complain," I shrugged. "But you wonder if we got set up."

"Poor us," Ray said. "Oh well, we can't blame them for wanting to mix it up a little, I guess."

"Oh yeah, sure, they get their own husband seven days a week," I said. "I'm actually learning some things about Evangeline that I never realized, and learning some stuff from Carla, too."

Ray laughed, "I'm learning too, buddy."

"Just think of the conversations that will be had this next week or two," I joked. "Them talking about us, us talking about them, husbands and wives talking about the other couple."

"And about their own marriage," Ray added. "I think this is going to make things nicer for us."

The ladies came parading out of the house, Carla was carrying a tray with some kind of little sandwiches with toothpicks in them and Evangeline had a tray with four glasses of white wine and a half-full bottle. They looked great, beautiful naked women carrying food and drink. It really was like a day in paradise.

"Wine, eh?" I editorialized, as we strolled back toward the table.

"Yeah," Carla snapped back. "A little bit a class won't hurt ya none."

"Also," Evangeline added, "We like it."

"That's good enough for me," I said, taking a glass and holding it aloft. I did not have anything clever for a toast, so I said, "Here's to us." Everybody seemed good with that.

They put a plate in front of me and one in front of Ray, and then Carla sat on my lap and Evangeline say on Ray's. My hard-on had gone down but now it was back. Carla picked up a sandwich and fed it to me solicitously, then took some dainty nibbles herself. Her pussy was positioned over my erection again. This time she did not try to line us up, but listen, when your dick is pushing into that tender pink stuff, it's a mighty fine feeling.

We made quick work of the sandwiches and everybody needed to have their glass refilled. Evangeline hurried back to the kitchen for another bottle and a corkscrew. Sexism again, I guess they expected one of us guys to open the next bottle when it was time.

It was fun. The sandwiches were a nice treat, not too filling. Ray made the obvious joke, "So what'd you make us for dessert?" The women both stopped talking and looked at him, then at each other, and started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Ray asked, appearing a little defensive.

Evangeline spoke up. "We were talking in the kitchen and thought maybe it would be nice if you guys had us for dessert."

I understood but Ray looked puzzled. "Let me demonstrate," Evangeline said. She moved Ray's plate to the side and took the cushion off her chair and put it on the table. "This looks just about right," she said, as she climbed up onto the table top and placed her butt on the cushion. Looking down, she put a foot on each arm of Ray's chair. "You see anything to eat?" she said.

Ray looked at me with a big smile. "Oh, I get it," he said. And by then Carla was settling on our end of the table, spreading her legs around me, getting comfortable to play the role of dessert. Luckily this is one of my favorite things in the world to do.

Carla's pussy had had a pretty busy time, starting last night, but it looked perky and eager when she spread it out for me. Her labia were dark and passionate looking, engorged, and her clitoris was swollen and bright, a pearlescent marble displayed in a setting of eager-looking pink. Her vagina was gaping in an unladylike way after an hour or so of sitting on my lap with my hard cock filling it; it was unladylike but very attractive. From the gynecological viewpoint, this was a pussy that had abandoned such trivialities as modesty, coyness, prudishness. This was a pussy that wanted some attention, and now.

I buried my nose between her legs, loving the aroma and the salty flavor of her juices. I began by teasing her, licking her perineum and getting her to lift her legs so I could lick her asshole, which it turned out she enjoyed. Then we got her more comfortable again and I worked on her vagina, slowly bringing my tongue and my lips forward on her toward her clitoris, and finally causing her to explode in a series of orgasms. It didn't matter to either of us that somebody else was sitting across the table, especially since they weren't paying any attention to us.

I could not see what they were doing but I know my wife's sexual sounds well enough to know that she was having a very good time over there. Now and then Ray would lift his head and look over at me and we'd grin at each other and then dive into it again. The women were sipping wine while they enjoyed being the center of attention, and at one point I got up and opened the new bottle and filled their glasses, then got back to work on Carla.

We ate their pussies until both women were sated. They had been comfortable, and we had been at a comfortable angle as well, and by the time we all slowed down everybody felt relaxed and warm. The girls sat up and we sipped wine and chatted with them sitting on their cushions dangling their legs over the edge of the table.

We were all aware that our time was running out, and the knowledge brought a little tone of sadness to the party. Evangeline and Ray were making out, obviously getting back into the mood, and Evangeline said, "I'm getting a little chilly, I think I want to go back inside."

Ray rubbed her arm and said, "Yeah, you have goosebumps. We're going in."

"I think we'll go to the pool-house," Carla said, without consulting me. Thinking about it later, they may have worked some of this out ahead of time.

Carla and I began kissing hotly and then arm in arm we headed into the pool-house. I remember the music was 'Not the Last Time' by Dean Vengiance. Inside the door we wrapped up in a passionate lip-lock and then half-danced, half-stumbled across the room to the bed without breaking our kiss. Carla worked her way down my body and sucked my cock until I almost couldn't handle it any more, then said, "I want you to fuck me. Just plain old fuck me till you cum." She fell onto the bed on her back with her arms and legs open. "Come on, give it to me."

Fucking a beautiful woman, yes, that is on my list of things I enjoy doing. Carla lay there with her tits sticking up like there was no gravity, her dark eyes inviting me, her well-licked pussy toused and eager-looking, her lean arms hovering out to her sides, her long legs bent at the knee and spread wide enough for a man between them. I climbed into the bed on top of her.

My cock entered her pussy without being guided, a heat-seeking missile honing in on its target. She felt good, her pussy was snug and friendly, and it was actually nice to lay in bed fucking like normal people, missionary position. She had had a lifetime's worth of orgasms today and now it was my turn.

And I was in no hurry. I think people forget sometimes, orgasms are great but fucking is great too, and once a guy has his orgasm he's usually done with fucking. It's one of those things where the trip is not all about getting to your destination. I slid my cock into her, deep, and pressed it deeper, enjoying the wonderful slick feeling inside her.

I pulled my hips back slowly and she made the complementary movement, and when I pushed again she reversed with me and pushed to meet me and take me deep into herself. She had her arms around my back, holding me tight. I kissed her and drove my cock up inside her again.

After a few dozen slow, deep strokes, she bent her knees, tilting her hips a little bit, and I shifted forward to make more contact with her clitoris. This is a nice angle for me, too, my penis is pointed down toward her butt rather than up toward her head, and the sensation is tighter. Also, because her clit was getting some stimulation, her arousal began to increase, and she put extra energy into her hip-thrusts.

But I didn't care about getting her off. I was taking her at her word, fucking her for the pleasure of fucking, seeking my own pleasure. I began to pick up the pace, pounding her rather briskly, and I playfully took her nipple between my thumb and finger and pinched it, rolled it, dipped my head down and sucked it, all while driving pretty hard and fast into her.

She threw her legs up high and said, "Give it to me. Fill me with cum. I really need that now." And what are you gonna do? I was banging her pretty hard, pretty fast, and I turned the volume up even higher. I let my hips go free, jackhammering her as fast and hard as they were able, and I could feel my juices boiling inside me, preparing for release. "Come on," she called, "Give it to me, give me a load of cum I can taste for the rest of the week." She was flinging her hips at me with full freedom, squeezing my cock, rocking me, and suddenly all my valves opened. The first load of cum shot hard into her, feeling like a huge volume of cream, then the second, and my body was wracked with the explosion. She was fucking me like it was the end of the world, trying to take everything I had to give. It felt like the building could collapse around us, leaving nothing but a mountain of debris. After a violent series of eruptions the last few shots were little celebratory squirts, emptying whatever I had left in the tank. To be polite, I collapsed beside Carla on the bed, rather than crushing her with my weight.

She turned on her side to hold me, her head against my chest. "That was perfect," she said.

I held her for a while and then said, "Well I suppose we should actually put some clothes on so you and Ray can get out of here."

"Yes," she said, "We should." She kissed me and we got dressed and went back over to the house.

Evangeline and Ray had had the same thought. They were dressed as they had been when Ray and Carla first arrived. Evangeline looked ridiculously desirable in that thin undershirt, with those little shorts. Neither Ray nor I had bulges in our shorts at this point, at least.

It was late afternoon and we stood in the kitchen chit-chatting for another twenty or thirty minutes, then my wife and I walked our guests out to the driveway and waved as they pulled away and disappeared down our winding street, like any suburban couple on a holiday weekend.

We stood there holding hands, and Evangeline leaned into me in an affectionate way. "Well, that was fun," she said.