Provocation Ch. 05

Here we go...

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Provocation - Five

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"That may have been too far," Gwen said softly as we popped out of the club and into the alley where our Uber would be shortly. "Getting fucked out in the open practically, while you finger my two friends?"

"Didn't like it?" I asked. I wanted to hear the least negative of thoughts about this. But Gwen did not seem unhappy, so I was relaxed.

"It was crazy fun," she shook her head. "But I could not have handled getting thrown out and banned."

"That would suck."

"More importantly, much more importantly," she said, sobering, "I'm not sure how Deidre and Zoe are going to handle what happened. It would suck balls if they started avoiding us, no matter how much we complain about them always dragging us out to nightclubs and only nightclubs."

I paused. Yeah. That would suck. And that was a concern.

I nodded in somber agreement. Then my sense of humor got the better of me. "On the other hand, I think we can say a permanent goodbye to their ribbing us for being conservative sticks in the mud!"

She smiled at that and leant against me. "I do worry, though. I don't want to hurt anyone else. I have been careful thus far never to hurt us, but until now, I never really thought that much about how this provocationatin' could hurt others. Maybe intentionally just winging everything is a bad idea?"

"I still think it works best that way," I said, thinking furiously. I really liked not knowing the rules. I even more so did not want to have advance knowledge of how much or how little Gwen would try to pull at any given time. "Maybe just a few general guardrails?" I posited.

"Like...?"

"Be safe, obviously," I said.

"Yeah. For sure. And only people we at least know. You know, enough that we are both comfortable with whoever else is involved in things," Gwen contributed.

"Good, good..." I agreed. "I kinda figured that one myself. Oh! And instant obedience to the word No."

"And no shame ever in either of us saying, 'not again' at a later point," Gwen added. She smirked."Do we need a safe word?"

"Eww," I said. "Anti-spontaneous. I'd feel like we were in some bad David Lynch movie."

She choked on her laugh. "Still... If..."

"Babe, at no point in anything we've done, have I ever not been keeping you in mind. I know we both are doing all this shit because it ends up being about us, in the final analysis, right?"

"Oh, really?" Gwen giggled. "Is that why you were over at our table where I couldn't see you, with your hands all over Zoe and Deidre's asses earlier?"

"In my defense," I said blandly, "they both have very nice asses."

"Ha!"

"To be honest," I said softly, wanting, in fact, to be honest, "Deidre's is almost a nice as yours. Not quite, but almost. You know, now that I've had the opportunity for a complete evaluation!"

"Ha!" Gwen said again. "And Zoe had better tits than me, too," she added in a grumpy tone.

"Oh, no! Not more of that," I said sternly. "You know you are the only one for me."

"Oh, really?" she asked, sarcastic but near incredulous as well.

"You know damned well what I mean," I said. If she did not clearly understand immediately, then I was shutting down this whole game, and we would go back to go-karts for our adrenaline jumpstarts.

Gwen looked at me. "I do," she admitted. "It's just... Am I never to be allowed some insecurity?"

"Of course," I said, hugging her. "I have my own insecurities. The guardrail is anything that makes one of us insecure about the other! You can be insecure about yourself any time, as long as you promise to come to me immediately so I can fuck that shit right out of you!"

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm feeling very insecure."

"Well, let's hope this Uber gets here," I replied with a smile. "What's the ETA?"

"You're asking me? You called for it," she replied.

Shit. We looked at each other and laughed as I hauled out my phone to actually summon the fucking car. "Just as well," Gwen chuckled. "This would have been a very awkward conversation to have in the back seat of some dude named Pete's Honda Civic."

A minute later I laughed so hard I almost pissed myself. (The bottle had been hit quite hard, after all.) "Look at this," I said, holding out the phone. "Our driver's name is actually Pete! And the car's a Honda!"

*

Sunday morning, Zoe waited until Gwen was less than five minutes from pushing the panic button about what happened before our friend finally texted my lady. I saw Gwen visibly relax as she read. "She and Deidre are decreeing that we all hit Yardbirds next Saturday," she told me, glad to have not been banished.

"Yardbirds?" I asked in surprise. "I thought that place was kind of over."

"Why do you want to go there?" Gwen spoke aloud as she typed.

Her phone dinged, and she gasped in laughter.

"What?"

"She says, 'It's well-lit'!" Gwen guffawed.

Well-lit or not, I would get revenge on Zoe for that...

"Speaking of making plans, I should call Ron tomorrow," I said.

"I hope they had a good time in Houston," she said. "Oooh! Dinner out and that movie?"

I sighed inwardly. Cathy and Gwen had been yakking about this drama coming out for weeks. Neither Ron nor I had much interest, but like all good men, we knew which fights should absolutely not be fought.

Plus, the rumors were, there were tits in it.

"Dinner and a movie, huh?" I deadpanned.

"Um, and, of course, drinks here, after?" she smiled quietly.

I leered at her and went ahead and called Ron, despite him still probably being in Houston.

"Ron Brown."

"Dude! Ya'll free Friday?" I asked.

"Well, our trip to Houston had been just fine, Carl," Ron replied acerbically. "I've already sweated out five pairs of underwear, but thanks for asking."

I ignored his act. It was not a new act.

"Gwen wants us all to do dinner out and then see that da... movie she and Cathy want to see."

"Christ. Wait. The one with the tits?"

"Why, no, Ron. I am not on speakerphone, now that you ask," I said drolly. "But Gwen says yes, that one."

"Yikes! So dinner and a movie, huh?" Ron asked.

Was that a little disappointment in his voice? That was... 100% awesome.

Actually, it was 5% jealousy and 95% awesome. But part of the 95% awesome was that flicker, and flicker only, of... provocation.

"Maybe drinks and conversation over here after the show?" I asked.

There was a fractional pause. Good.

"Based on a conversation Cathy and I had on the plane out here, I am confident that she will be down," Ron said at last.

"On the plane?" I snorted. "I'd have loved to be the person sitting in the row beside you for that."

"He had his noise-cancelling headphones on," Ron said firmly. "But," he added sheepishly, "the disapprovingly jealous look he gave me when we deplaned tells me they things might not have been working."

*

When we made it to the theater and got our popcorn, I entered the aisle first. When I reached my seat, I saw that Cathy had accidentally entered first behind me, with Gwen behind her. The two of them started to swap places, then stopped, grinned, and kept the order they were in. Cathy sat down next to me, and Ron found himself on the other end, next to my lady.

I grinned at Cathy. She looked back with a shrug. "No hassle. And maybe this will keep us all from talking too much during the show."

She was being charitable. Cruelly charitable. It had been Gwen and I, not them, who had been shushed by an usher six months ago. We had never been allowed to forget it.

I looked over at Gwen, but my woman was serenely rummaging in her purse for some non-existent need. Maybe these two had not entered in a random order after all...

My eyes met Ron's, and he looked inquiringly at me. I shrugged helplessly. Then we both smiled and sat back. The theater was damned near empty, except for us. Sucked for the studio.

And almost nothing happened. I mean, sure, Cathy and I had the armrest between us pushed up, like Ron and Gwen did. And we did practically snuggle together at points over the popcorn bucket we had claimed. Gwen held the other one for Ron.

But I kept my hands to myself, as did, tragically, Cathy. There was a little footsie, but that was it.

When the promised tits did indeed make their appearance, that too was an anti-climax. And Cathy risked talking in the theater as soon as they disappeared. "That's the only reason you agreed to come to the movie isn't it?" she quietly teased.

"Honestly?" I whispered back. "I'm underwhelmed. I've seen better," I paused. "Hell, I've fondled, and even nuzzled much better..."

That got me a nice smile and some more footsie, but nothing else, alas.

We had driven separately, and Ron and Cathy were in their car behind us on the way back to our place.

"So, not much happened with me and Cathy," I observed, as if discussing the fish tank.

"Us either," Gwen said. "It took me a bit, but I think I get it."

"Good. You can tell me, then. Um... Are they trying to back off a little?"

"Don't know on that front," she said. "But I'll bet that we were the ones holding back."

"I was thinking about doing something," I confessed. At least an arm around a shoulder, with maybe a hand drooping down to a breast? "But I just didn't."

"Oh, I thought about doing some things, too," Gwen said. "And they did too, unless I miss my guess. But I think they still see this... whatever it is, as our game, and they still want to take our lead for now."

"And?"

"And I'm assuming your gut was telling you the same as I think mine told me, Carl. Making out in a movie theater with Ron would have felt more like a date between him and me than what you and I are looking for. That's not what I think we want out of... whatever it is we are trying." She turned in her seat toward me with a heart-melting smile. "I have the best date in the world right here. And I want no other." I smiled back at her.

I nodded. "Yeah. I like being your date." I smiled briefly her way, but swung my eyes back to the road quickly. I get nervous just watching a TV show where the driver in a scene starts looking at his passenger for dangerously long stretches. "I love being your date. And I have no real desire to spend time alone with, say, Zoe, or, well, Cathy. I mean, Cathy is cool. If circumstances arose for whatever reason, I'd happily have a drink, or watch a game with just her. But I wouldn't spend that time trying to get into her pants."

"Is that all a date is to you men? Just trying to get into a girl's pants?" Gwen teased.

"Every date with you was," I snorted. "Every date with you still is!" I paused. "But no. A date is a search for a connection. I have my connection."

"But then, where are we with Cathy and Ron?" Gwen said.

"I don't want a relationship with Cathy," I said.

"And I certainly don't want a relationship with Ron!" Gwen put in quickly.

"You don't have to be mean to him about it!" I laughed. "Look, going on a date with someone else would mean you were not there to provoke," I said. "I don't want that."

"Another guardrail?" she asked.

"Yep."

"Good," she said, satisfied. Almost. "I'm still not sure I need to be there for everything, Carl," she went on, alluding to my groping the girls I the dark while she danced with Sammy. "And if I am there, I might not always be paying complete attention." She bit her lip as I laughed, surprised even at myself by how relaxed I felt about what she'd just said. "But I'd want to know what's going on." There was a long pause. "And just so you know, while I don't insist on being able to watch, and I don't need to watch, so far, I'm finding watching to be pretty fucking hot."

"I'm hoping you provoke the shit out of me tonight," I said. And then we started arguing over whether I needed to delay Ron and Cathy in the driveway long enough for Gwen to run in and do some spot cleaning.

In the end, I promised her a two-minute head start.

It wasn't needed.

They were not still behind us when we arrived, and Gwen and I looked at each other.

We stared down the street, any unnecessary housecleaning forgotten.

No headlights.

"Do you suppose the conversation in Ron's car led to some very different conclusions?" Gwen asked quietly.

"I'll admit I'm worried," I said.

"Worried I'm not going to get a chance to provoke you, or..." her tease trailed off uncomfortably.

"Both."

But then headlights swung around the corner and headed our way. Ron's Infiniti slid to a stop along the curb, and the two of them popped out with an eagerness that made the two of us relax.

"You didn't have to wait out here for us," Cathy said, slightly puzzled.

"I missed the light at the Frenchway intersection," Ron grumbled.

"Fuck, that light takes forever," I winced in sympathy.

"Especially at night," Cathy added. "When there is never any cross-traffic, and you are eager to get somewhere."

"In a hurry to get here?" Gwen said smoothly.

"I crave your husband's... fancy cocktails," Cathy said with a grin. She looked sternly at me. "Make with the fancy drinks, Mr. Mixologist!"

Okay. I spend too much money on fancy bottles. And fancy bar tools. And fancy glasses. And fancy recipe cards. To make fancy cocktails.

"I shall fulfill your fancies," I replied archly, and we went inside.

They all stood around my small bar and watched me make Mai Tais. There were some jibes about my occasional obsession, especially when I ran out back with a pair of clippers to cut some fresh mint for garnish. Honestly, I drink beer most of the time, but a man has to have a hobby!

There were no more jokes once I distributed the drinks.

There was some hesitation, however, and we just sort of stood there in the corner of our living room.

I wanted any number of things from this evening, but the thing I wanted most at that exact moment was to take a load off and relax. "Let's all sit down," I said, and walked over to my favorite chair, flopping down into it and sipping my Mai Tai.

"You don't have to rush, no one is going to take your favorite chair, darling!" Gwen teased as they all followed behind.

"You give me shit for being Mister Old Married Fifties Suburban Guy before age thirty," Ron snarked. "At least I don't have a 'favorite chair' yet!"

I flipped him off. "Drink your drink," I ordered.

I saw Gwen and Cathy exchange a glance, and Cathy put her hand on Gwen lightly to slow my woman down a step.

"I do not get the whole Man and His Chair thing," Cathy said out loud. "Let me try," she added, moving straight to me and settling into my lap.

Suddenly, I was sitting in my favorite chair, with a lovely woman who was not mine in my lap, my arm naturally flowing around her comfy waist while I held a fancy cocktail in my other hand.

"Nice chair, isn't it?" I asked, as if she were sitting on my chair instead of on me. I took a sip and set down my cocktail... to free up my other hand.

Cathy took the opportunity to shift around on my lap, which felt awesome all on its own, thank you, and snuggled in against me more thoroughly, one arm now around me as well. She sipped her cocktail. "I guess I can see the appeal. It's a very nice chair," she said, showing no signs of finding a seat of her own.

"Have a seat, Ron," Gwen said solicitously, pointing at our own large couch opposite.

Ron knows how to follow directions, and sat at the end that put him staring right at me where I was cuddling his wife.

This was obviously Gwen's plan, and she settled right next to him, kicked off her shoes and tucked her ankles up under herself on the couch. She leaned into Ron, and rested her arm on his lap, with her elbow inches from his cock, the forearm resting fully along his inner thigh, and her hand began fondling his knee idly. "So what did we all think of the movie?" she asked.

And we actually talked about the movie. For an extensive period of time.

Well, the girls talked about the movie. Ron and I made appropriate noises when asked and otherwise rolled our eyes at each other because the women were both conducting sweeping experiments in blatant cuddling. It was wonderfully uncomfortable.

Then Cathy said, "Carl thinks her tits were underwhelming."

Gwen started to acerbically ask, "Oh, really?"

But at the same moment, Ron blurted, "I know, right?"

I laughed. The two women now speared Ron with their gazes.

Ron looked like a guy does when multiple women are giving him the piebald eye. "Well, they were," he said defensively. Then, hell yeah, he rallied. "Look, she's hot as hell, and obviously famous. I imagine most guys have at least thought about getting to see them like that," he said with a wink at his wife in my arms. "But yeah, honestly, when we finally got to see them, they were a bit underwhelming. You said Carl agrees, right?" Ron said, looking to me for backup. I just shrugged in obvious agreement. My initial reaction had sparked this delightful little byplay, after all. As I nodded, I idly lifted one hand to gently caress one of Cathy's much better tits, before letting my hand fall back down around her waist. Ron saw and barely reacted, beyond a twinkle in his eye. "So, yeah, she was still pretty sexy in that movie. And I am in no way saying they were bad in the least. But I am surrounded by better breasts."

Ron indicated that the better breasts he spoke of included my woman's by lifting his hand and cupping one tightly as he made his case.

Thanks, dude. Gwen always needs reassurances about her breasts in Cathy's company.

Gwen did not look as if she needed reassurance right now. Mostly she just looked smug that she had gotten Ron to pull something... and about the way my eyes were fairly fixed on his hand on her tit.

Ron seemed to decide to make himself quite at home with his hand on my lady's breast. I know the look of a hand that has no intention of moving elsewhere anytime soon.

My own hand was just inches below Cathy's boob as I held her. It would just be a casual stretch to reach back up and settle it firmly on Cathy's generous mound. But is a me-too move really that provocative?

Instead, I slid my hand down, resting it now in the crook of Cathy's leg at the hip, my fingers lightly squeezing into the join.

Gwen gave me a look of 'well played'.

Ron pretended extravagantly not to notice.

Cathy just shifted a bit more, in a maneuver that brought my fingertips closer to being actually between her legs. "Are you guys still doing that cruise you were talking about?" she asked Gwen.

"No, we can't afford the one we really want, and my dad is insistent that we don't take a cruise that isn't top-class. 'You'll never be satisfied with a cheap cruise,' he says," Gwen responded, in her dead-on impression of my father-in-law-in-waiting.

He's impatiently waiting.

"Ron and I don't have any available vacation days for another six months," Cathy said. "but we are arguing about New Orleans or Miami when the time comes."

"New Orleans?" Gwen asked.

"We went once before, and it was a blast," Ron said. "But that was during Mardi Gras."

"Realllllly?" I asked, letting my inner lech sing loud. "And how many extra suitcases did you have to check to bring home all the beads a woman like you got there during Mardi Gras?" I teased Cathy, my drink-free hand just barely brushing that to which I alluded.

I was shoved. Lightly. But Cathy also blushed. "I just had a few strands I picked up."

"No whoop-dee-do?" Gwen asked supportively.

"I thought about it a little," Cathy admitted.

"A little?" Ron teased. "You went to the parade wearing a tight white teeshirt and no bra."

I may have made a pained noise. I was shoved again. Interestingly, every time Cathy shoved me, she shifted so as to let my fingers slide a fraction deeper down between her legs.

"Some things are a big leap, you know?" Cathy asked Gwen, ignoring the two of us guys.

"Well, you flashed me back in the hotel later, so I was happy," Ron said supportively.

"Thank you, honey," Cathy said sincerely. "Flashing you always leads to fun things. But..." She got up off my lap and walked toward Ron, but mostly Gwen. "I regret chickening out at Mardi Gras. I even regretted it in that moment. But I do sometimes get a definite rush from just being around some guy who hasn't seen them, but knowing he's beside himself, simply wishing he could see them. How much of a rush would it be to give him that look?"

There were probably hundreds of such wishing dudes around her at that parade, of course. Countless wishing dudes.

Or maybe she just meant one rather hungry dude right here, right behind her? I shifted uncomfortably in my supremely comfortable favorite chair.

Cathy was standing right in front of Ron and Gwen now. The look on Ron's face was telling Cathy that she was his greatest desire. Having that look on his face, since he was cuddled very close to Gwen, his hand on one of her tits, was no mean feat. Especially since my lady had her hand in his lap, her four fingers rippling lightly across his pants, only one finger at a time touching. Depending on the size and alignment of his cock, those fingers were probably dancing along his shaft.

I felt a little jealous of Ron at that moment. Not ugly jealous. Not jealous of the way Gwen's fingers were possibly, no, definitely, caressing his junk. I wasn't even jealous of the fact that he currently had the full attention of both our women. That was a new wrinkle I had not considered before. Rather than making me jealous of him, it made me hope for a turn at that myself, and plot furiously to make it happen.

No, I was a little jealous because Cathy was facing away from me.

"Honestly," Ron laughed, and said to me, "I was a little upset inside when I realized what she was, and was not, wearing to a Mardi Gras parade. But by the time the parade was over, I was sort of begging her to do it."

"You were just all horned up after seeing all the other tits that were getting exposed around us," Cathy retorted.

"Well, you have him all horned up right now," Gwen said, all four of her fingertips running back and forth together now along the ridge in Ron's pants.

"I do?" Cathy giggled skeptically.

"Well, I know how to make sure it's you," Gwen said, crushing Ron's soul by taking her hand from his lap.

My lady does not wear much in the way of jewelry, but she was wearing the long strand of fake pearls that she's had for far longer than I've known her. My ambition is to one day add a strand of the real thing to her collection. She pulled the pearls off over her head and twirled them in the air in front of Cathy.

"What can we get for these?"

"Ooooh!" Cathy cooed.

"Mardi Gras beads are supposed to be green and purple," Ron said, his pedantic side coming out at the stupidest of all possible moments.

"Shut up, Ron," the girls snapped simultaneously. Then they grinned at each other.

Gwen tossed Cathy the pearls. Ron's wife wordlessly, and without further hesitation, grabbed the hem of her blouse and yanked it off over her head, tossing it away. She gave a little whoop of glee, then slipped the pearls over her head instead.

As tops for Cathy to wear go, every man on earth would approve of the trade.

Just like at that Mardi Gras, Cathy had not worn a bra. That was awfully considerate of her in advance of this evening's festivities.

Hold on. I was pretty sure she had been wearing one at the movie. I might not have fondled those tits there, much as I had wanted to, but they had been pressed against me hard a time or two. What else had held them up getting to our place beside that traffic light?

Now I was getting really jealous. Because, as considerate as it was of Cathy to not wear a bra when coming to our house on a night were I was almost certainly going to be playing with her boobs, she was resolutely keeping her back to me this whole time! The wench.

Worse, now she shook her chest back and forth. She even snuck a quick peek over her shoulder to see if I was leaning forward in my chair like a two year-old seeing birthday cake. Of course, I was leaning forward in the chair like a two year-old seeing birthday cake. Or rather, not seeing birthday cake. But she still did not turn around, and all the visual I was getting was some occasional, fleeting side-boob as her tits bounced side-to-side.

Then the boob shimmy stopped, and I was even denied side-boob.

"For chrissakes! Look at those things," Gwen moaned in almost mock despair.

I want to, babe. I want to.

"This is a nice necklace," Cathy said to Gwen, fingering the strand around her neck. "Thanks!"

"Yeah, you know I'm going to need those back," Gwen snorted.

"Oh, yeah?" Cathy said archly.

Perfect. "You know what you need to do to get a strand," I added from my seat in the torture chair.

"Oh, like I'm supposed to measure up," Gwen said. I needed to add a lot more tit-worship into our day-to-day life going forward, I realized.

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Gwen! Pleeeeease?" Ron begged desperately. His hand, which had been visibly massaging Gwen's breast this whole time, finally released it, and he twisted to face her. "Beads! Beads!" he started to chant. Cathy laughed and joined in. I did too, shooting her an encouraging and slightly needy smile.

"Oh, fuck you all," Gwen snorted, blushing.

Cathy removed the pearls and swung them in front of Gwen, keeping them out of reach when she tried to grab them. "Beads! Beads! Beads!"

With a gleeful gasp of exasperation, my flexible darling reached behind herself, up under her shirt, and unhooked the bra she was wearing. Then she grabbed the bottom of the shirt and tugged it upward, grabbing the bra along the way. Her modest but lovely tits sprang into view, and I had never wanted to slobber on them more, at least since the time we had spent 48 hours naked in our new house before we even moved in.

Cathy whooped and put the pearls back around Gwen's neck, bending over and giving me another flash of side-boob as she did. Gwen grinned and sat back against Ron, this time grabbing both his hands, lifting them to hide her breasts as she did so, while glaring smugly at Cathy.

Cathy just laughed as Ron sighed. The bastard immediately began massaging my woman's tits again.

Then he said, "Come on, Cath, you are just killing Carl back there. Have mercy and give him what he wants!"

"Oh, really?" Cathy teased, shooting me another teasing glance over her shoulder, her chest still resolutely away from me. "Really?" she asked Ron again, in a slower, deeper voice.

Ron paused, then massaged my lady's tits some more. "Really," he said, almost challengingly.

Finally, I was going to see those boobs.

Ron is an awesome friend. I don't know why people call him a bastard.

Cathy turned and walked deliberately back toward me. It may have been in slow motion. I'm not sure. My mind may have provided that effect.

Cathy is a nice-looking woman. Nice hair. Pretty, expressive face. Soft, round ass. The first few pounds of married middle age have snuck into her belly, though she still has a nicely defined waist. But the only thing that would really draw a stranger's eye to her are those nice, well-above-average boobs.

Naked, those things were more than simply well above average; they were mesmerizing. Unfairly firm for their size, they bounced lightly as she casually turned in my direction. And her nipples... The slightly upturned peaks of her quivering mounds were a surprisingly dark pink, and their petite size made them stand out in wild contrast to the milky expanse surrounding them.

I shot a quick glance at Gwen, just to prove that I am a fucking multi-tasker and can lust over more than one rack at a time.

Ron was now teasing her extremely erect left nipple between his pinching thumb and forefinger.

Dammit, Ron! The left one is my favorite! Maybe Ron was a bastard after all.

My eyes were drawn back to Cathy's visage as she paused in front of my chair. I was still leaning forward in Cake Pose. My hands twitched in anticipation of wrapping them around Cathy and latching onto those breasts. They wouldn't be the largest I'd ever touched in my life, but in this circumstance, pointless superlatives were irrelevant.

But Cathy did not turn to settle back into my lap.

Instead, she climbed up onto my chair, atop me, knees on either side of my hips. She grabbed my head and shoved a nipple right into my mouth!

Ron was certainly, in no way, a bastard.

I was in shock, but my body responded like a well-oiled machine. My lips clamped around the proffered nipple, and I instantly started suckling, distending her flesh into my mouth. My tongue flicked and caressed the rigid bump of her nipple.

What do you know? My hands had, all on their own, reached out and grabbed Cathy's soft ass, massaging it and tugging on it to pull her closer to me.

It took a moment for my conscious mind to catalog all my body activities, but having done so, I stamped everything 'Approved' retroactively, and settled in to enjoy the ride.

I popped my mouth free of her nipple and turned my head to the side. Cathy obligingly twisted her torso to thrust the other nipple into my lips in turn. As I sucked it into my mouth, this nipple was not as firm as the other, but after the first aggressive circumnavigation by the tip of my tongue, it got there.

"Ohhhh, niiiice," Cathy sighed. I didn't know whether she meant my oral enjoyment or my backside massage, so I kept up both. You know, just to be safe.

Okay. There was no trace of deniability left here, was there?

What would happen next?

Cathy grabbed the breast I was mouthing and fed it to me harder.

My vision was full of curvy wonderfulness, but I heard a soft moan from Gwen.

Cathy twisted around to look, by I made sure to keep that nipple in my mouth. That lasted but an instant before she pulled away and whispered down to me. "I think you'll want to see this," she said, in a voice uncertain if I did.

She twisted on my lap and almost instantly was settling onto me so she could look back at her husband and Gwen more easily. I barely had to crane to see for myself.

My topless lady was kneeling on the couch next to Cathy's husband, and had already tugged his cock out of his pants.

First off, well done, Ron. It might be longer than mine, with a bit of upward curve to it.

I realized that Gwen might have been waiting for me to see this.

Sort of waiting. She had clearly been stroking Ron's dick for a bit already. He was looking desperate, yet terrified.

Gwen locked her eyes on mine. I gave her my best provoked look. It was what she was looking for, and she bent to kiss Ron's tip. Then she slid it into her mouth.

"This is a little weird, isn't it?" Cathy whispered to me.

I nodded. This made it register on me that Cathy had her breast pressed against the side of my face. I reached up to cradle that breasts and push it lightly toward me so I could gently resume sucking on it while keeping my eye in fascination on Gwen just ravishing Ron's cock.

I stopped sucking again after a moment, taking a break to whisper back, "Not as weird as neither of us seeming to object."

She giggled, but said no more, so I resumed my idle fun.

Cathy murmured in enjoyment, then stiffened. "Wow! Look at that! Look at Ron's face."

I actually had some interest in looking at Ron's expression. But of all the many things that had my interest right then, it was toward the bottom. Still, I shot my buddy a look and saw an expression of surprised, throbbing, enjoyment.

"Wow, I'll have to try that," Cathy muttered bemusedly. "Gwen knows what she is doing..."

I looked lower and saw that Gwen was circling Ron's knob with a slick, spit-soaked hand while she sucked on his balls.

Yes, my lady did know what she was doing, and I knew why Ron looked like that, from personal experience.

"You should definitely practice," I encouraged Cathy. She squinted a grin down at me that was unfortunately not promising. Well it was promising as fuck, but not about that particular maneuver.

Gwen spat out Ron's balls and he looked bereft for a split-second before she sucked his tip back into her mouth and began bobbing up and down on it in sync with her gently jacking hand.

I find myself sucking harder on Cathy's breast.

"You really are all about my tits, aren't you?" Cathy teased.

"Wait!" I said, popping off the tit I was all about at the moment. "You are so much more than..." I whispered urgently.

"Relax," she murmured. "I know what you mean, and you know what I mean. I'm just saying that once Gwen has finished making a spectacle of herself and learned how good Ron's cum tastes, I have some ideas of how we can return their favor, other than me just trying to copy her technique!"

Oh yeah...

"It is a pretty good technique," she admitted, as I resumed sucking her breast and we both watched as Ron's hips jerked upward, his hands clutching desperately at Gwen's head as he obviously came deep in her mouth.

Wow. I had just watched as Gwen swallowed another man's seed right in front of me, savored it, in fact, and I wasn't even a little angry.

Just provoked.

Gwen lifted her head and wiped something away from the left side of her mouth with her hand. She smiled at me happily. But with a provoked edge of her own.

She wanted to be provoked? She would get provoked.

I then looked at Cathy, who was giving me a Game On look herself. They had their fun, now it was our turn to put on a show, and enjoy doing so. But if she thought her tits were all I liked about her, I was going to fix that shit.

Swiftly, I swung around from underneath her and pushed her down to sit where I just had been. Then I leaned over her and kissed her briefly, impatiently on the lips. Then I bent further to suckle some more on her boobs, because, let's face it, they were insanely interesting.

But that was not what we were doing here.

I knelt before her and stared up into her eyes, then slid my hands down from her tits to her belly, and then across her lower abdomen and onto her groin. I pushed both hands down between her legs and rubbed her softly.

"Oh..." Cathy said. "This is a nice diversion."

I shook my head and went to tug open the fly of her cream-colored khaki slacks. "You say diversion, I say destination," I said, loud enough to be heard by all. Authoritatively, I tugged down on the waistband of her slacks. Cath hissed, but lifted her hips to make what I was doing easier, and I had the pants down to her ankles in no time.

I made a big production of removing the black pump she wore, then sliding her leg from the trousers. I turned to lift the other foot, then loudly said, "Eh, fuck it," and dropped the still-clad leg like a piece of junk mail. Cathy laughed. I heard Gwen laugh.

Unless I missed my guess, Ron was too wrapt to say anything.

I turned my attention to Cathy's panties. She had not ditched them when she got rid of her bra, and I was glad. "These are so sexy," I mused, tracing the outlines of the pink lace with a fingertip. They were a design and maker I was unfamiliar with, but I was pretty sure that, having seen them now herself, Gwen would be asking for some information. Whee!

But, physically negligible as the lace confection was, I needed it out of the way. Cathy was, if possible, even more accommodating when I went to slip them off than with her pants. I slid them free of the same leg and left them wrapped around her other ankle with the khakis.

She didn't shave like Gwen does, but the brown and curlies were neatly and freshly trimmed, and already appeared moist.

I turned and looked for Gwen. She was kissing Ron softly, but turned her gaze naturally to meet mine with a smile. Just because she was snogging Ron a little, did not mean she was not paying very close attention.

"Hold onto the chair, Cathy," was all she said, then made sure that I was watching as she turned to kiss Ron again.

"Your truffles were really delicious last time," I told Cathy, as if meaning nothing. Fucking Ron snorted.

I bent slowly down, but refused to lick her pussy to start. Instead, I massaged the tops of Cathy's thighs, then gently kissed her inner thigh, just a few inches below my ultimate destination.

Her moisture had already crept down her thigh, and I felt it against my face. I licked it softly. She tasted every bit as delightful as the general aroma down there, and I trembled slightly in anticipation of experiencing her flavor right from the source. But I made myself hold off, and more to the point, made her wait, dragging my lips and the tip of my tongue over and back on the flesh of her thighs and in an arch over her delicate mound.

"Ahhhh," Cathy sighed. "Did you and Carl feed each other the truffles you took home last time?" she asked Gwen, her voice struggling to sound casual.

We actually had, but Gwen just snorted. "Give up trying to make casual conversation, Cathy! You won't have a prayer in about 3... 2..."

I know a cue when I hear one, and dragged my tongue up Cathy's slit aggressively. I felt her clit poking free amidst her pubes and I swirled around it, tasting that indeed fantastic flavor.

"I can... garshkeh flubble," Cathy tried to insist. Her hand snapped to the top of my head and dug its fingers into my hair, and she moaned on without words.

"He's found her favorite thing to do," Ron said idly.

"It's every girl's favorite thing, doofus," Gwen snorted in reply.

"Second favorirerrrrr...." Cathy tried and failed to rally.

"Hmmm..." Gwen just murmured in reply. I could not see her, but I knew she was nodding.

This was still more conversation that I wanted Cathy to be able to engage in right now, and I set out to do my best to rob her of the capacity for even that.

I drove my tongue past the sparse hair guarding her entrance and delved into her. I dropped a hand down above my mouth and idly teased at her button with the thumb.

Cathy really did taste genuinely wonderful. But, while I actively considered it, I knew she did not taste as good to me as Gwen. I wasn't sure if my preference was based on actual, genetics-dictated chemical interactions, or if it was about the emotional difference. But Gwen's nectar definitely drove me more wild.

More wild. I was still damn near drunk on Cathy's snatch already.

Just because I love steak over all other dishes, it does not mean I don't love to go to town on a good duck confit now and then, as a lovely change of pace.

I so went to town. I slid my tongue up to displace my thumb on her clit, and switched my hand down to slide a finger, then two, inside Cathy, probing for her gee. Her hand threatened the roots of my hair again. Then her second hand joined the first.

I experimented back and forth to find what was making Cathy happiest, and my follicles the most upset. When I found what she wanted most, I gave it to Cathy with all my currently very enthusiastic ability.

"Wow," I heard Ron sigh. "Look at her face..." I was sure he was about to say some more, but I was equally sure that I heard my lady cut him off with her lips on his.

"Oh fuck," Cathy yelped, regaining coherence as her body lost control. "You are... unghhhhhhhh," she lost it again as her body slipped her leash and she thrashed against my face.

Cathy's a good friend, and she made herself release my hair before she rendered me bald.

Besides, she knew my face wasn't going anywhere until she was done...

As Cathy collapsed back on the easy chair, Ron called out, "Gonna survive, babe?"

"Maybe," Cathy gasped happily.

"Given how infantile Carl's been acting, I figured you were going to titfuck him," Ron went on, like we were talking about doubles tennis.

"That was my plan, Carl had other ideas," Cathy giggled, still panting and staring at the ceiling. But her fingers kept ruffling my hair.

"Wait! What?" I yelped, stiffening up. "I never thought..."

Oh, I had thought. I never had before recently, but after the first night when I shoved my finger in Cathy's mouth, any time I had thought of her, the possiblity of fucking those tits of hers had lurked in the neighborhood. Of all the varied sexual experiences I had enjoyed before I met Gwen, a good old Hawaiian Muscle Fuck was the only one I had not been able to enjoy more often and better with her than I had with previous partners.

It was not something that I regretted.

But it was something that I missed.

Had I missed it this time? Time would tell. I pulled myself off the floor and cuddled into the big chair with Cathy. We looked over at Ron and Gwen. They were deep in another tongue-filled kiss.

"They are kissing a lot more than we are," Cathy observed quietly, trying not to disturb them.

"Yup," I answered easily.

"I don't think it is some different, emotional connection that we aren't feeling," she added, analytical, not worried.

I found that I was similarly sanguine. I nodded. "I think maybe they are just more... kissy in combination," I mused.

"Uh-huh," Cathy said. "We seem to have a more... manual bent between us."

I looked down and enjoyed evaluating where my hands were, and where her hands were, and nodded in happy agreement.

So we settled in to watch Ron and my woman make out. To be clear, there were hands involved over there, too. But it wasn't the full-on physical inventory of each other that Cathy and I were conducting while we watched.

Cathy worked her hand finally under the waistband of my pants, clasping what she found there happily. We grinned at each other. I let my hand slip back between her legs as well, but while she cooed at its arrival, I could sense that she was not seeking a full, penetrative analysis right then.

Fine. Gwen and I have two cats. I know how to happily pet a kitty without getting it riled.

"I'm the only one naked around here," Cathy told me. "I'm going to need you, at least to join me."

Like I was going to object.

Better, when Ron and Gwen saw Cathy working my pants off, they also set to work removing any remaining clothing from each other. The way I taunted them as Cathy yanked my pants off may have sped them up a little...

Then we all went back to making out, interspersed with conversation on such odd topics under the circumstances as the dues increase where we all played tennis, and whether Ron and Cathy should get a cat, or even two like we had. Gwen and I were with Ron, that it was a great idea. Cathy was less sure.

Throughout, Cathy and I started kissing a bit more. She was a good kisser, but I sensed that neither of us found it remotely as satisfying as kissing our partners.

Still, tongue is tongue.

Meanwhile, Ron and his hands and mouth seemed much more determined to stimulate my girl in more direct fashion.

I pulled back a little to drink in Cathy's naked body in my arms, and bit my lip for a second.

Up until now, I realized that, absent one particular escalation by me, and another lesser one by Ron (if Ron really had been responsible), it was the women who were starting almost everything in this whole recent crazy ride. What little seemed to have been planned had been instigated by them. Ron and I, and Sammy for that matter, had mostly been happily along for the ride.

It made sense to me. A woman instigating something just feels a lot less... potentially threatening than a man taking things to the next level. When already treading dangerous waters, letting the girls take the lead had just seemed safer.

But at some point, a guy just needs to take control. At some point, many women want guys to take some control.

I tilted Cathy's face back toward mine, but rather than kiss her, I just looked at her hungrily.

She smiled back at me happily.

"Babe! Ron! I'm about to do something you might want to watch," I called out, never taking my hungry eyes from Cathy's. "Let us know if you have any suggestions or other comments."

Cathy's gaze shifted during my words from happy to horny.

Excellent.

A quick flick of my eyes toward our partners told me that both were indeed now paying close attention, to the exclusion of other activities, and while both were tense, neither looked remotely unhappy. More importantly, I was sure they both realized that I was about to fuck Cathy.

Most importantly, Cathy knew it. And was just looking hornier.

I pulled her over into my lap as I settled back down fully into my favorite chair, with her facing our partners the way I was. I managed it so my cock was pressing up underneath her, between her legs. It pressed against her still dripping snatch.

"Ohhhh," Cathy muttered, writhing atop me.

But I had made the decision, and could not wait any longer. I grabbed her hips and guided them upward. Cathy rose slowly, and my cock dragged back under her until the tip was right where she and I wanted it. Out of the corner of my eye, I realized that my cock was right where all four of us wanted it.

I shook my head inwardly at how all this was still boggling my mind.

Outwardly, I pressed my tip upward, sliding it into Cathy's wet slit. She moaned again as she wrapped around me, then she let herself sag downward, driving me deeper inside her. I pushed her back up a bit, then let her slide down again. Her round ass settled on my thighs again as my cock seated itself fully inside her. I blew out a heavy breath, both in relief that the world had not just ended, and in ecstasy at being seated in a different pussy for the first time in ages.

I had in no way been pining for some alternate snatch, hadn't even really been imagining it before the last month. But right now, I was sure as fuck ready to enjoy it. My hands twitched on her hips and Cathy leaned forward to brace her hands on my knees and she started rising and falling gently, on my cock, each pump just an inch or two to start. Since I obviously was not going to need them to guide her movements, I sat up a bit more and slid my hands up from her hips to cup those tits, which were dangling enticingly.

Good lord, this felt good. Cathy was an even better lay than I had been imagining these last few weeks. Her body was different than Gwen's--not worse, and for sure not better, but different, and it squeezed and molded around my cock differently as I delved into her. But the sensational feelings were all physical, other than the enjoyment of doing something fun with friends. It lacked the emotional component of when Gwen and I coupled.

And that only made me hungrier for what I was going to do later...

I'd love to say that the anticipation of the emotional bonding I would have with Gwen was uppermost in my mind, but come on. Cathy was a dish, and she knew how to ride a cock...

Still, I needed to interact with my lady a little. I did it by making a show of flicking Cathy's nipples with my fingertips, the way Gwen likes so much. Then I stabbed her smolderingly provoked eyes with mine intently, but kept my voice casual. "As I said, any suggestions?"

It was Ron who answered, to my surprise. "Do the corkscrew," he said quietly to Cathy.

The what?

Suddenly, Cathy chuckled. She was still riding me, but her hips were now twisting around, right and left, at a rate separate from the rate of her rise and fall on me. Honestly, even absent the sensation, it would have been impressive, in a rub your tummy while you pat your head kind of way.

But the sensation...

I gasped at the sudden addition of a whole additional dimension of movement. My eyes crossed for a moment, then I slapped my hands down onto the arms of the chair. This left her tits swaying even more spectacularly beneath her chest, which tragically was more of a show for Ron, and maybe Gwen, than for me, but I needed the leverage. My hips thrust upward almost involuntarily, as if trying to impossibly drive deeper into Cathy. My friend's wife just rode with my new position and kept Doing. The. Corkscrew.

"Fuck, Cathy," I gasped. "This is great!"

"That's. Very. Good," Cathy gasped back. Then she looked at Gwen. "I love the way... they think I... do this for... them!" she panted, finishing with a high note in her voice.

"Doing okay there, Carl?" Cathy asked, only a little breathlessly.

I just grunted happily.

"Don't worry about him ending the ride too quick," Gwen giggled. "My man can hang in there for a fantastically long time. No need to nursemaid him!"

And Cathy rode me even harder, but both of us were suddenly paying close attention to Ron and my lady.

Gwen was slipping off the couch and onto the floor off to one side, pulling Ron behind her.

I was honestly surprised that, as horny as my love clearly was, she had resisted this long, just so she could keep watching. She started to lie back, pulling Ron after her, but he stopped her. Now, Ron was looking assertive.

Interesting.

Instead of letting her lie back, he looked in Gwen's eyes and guided her over to her hands and knees.

You are not going to get any argument from Gwen about doggie-style, dude. She just settled down, facing toward me, just enough to the side that both Cathy and I could see them easily, and smiled up ferally at Ron. He shook his head in bemusement similar to my own earlier feeling, and knelt down behind my lady. He grabbed his cock before he could chicken out and placed it against Gwen's sex.

And suddenly we were both fucking each other's women. And both enjoying the everliving fuck out of it.

I watched Ron drive into Gwen, and her eyes sought out mine. I considered pushing Cathy off me and going to take over for Ron, but dismissed it after a long moment or two. That wasn't the game.

Also, I was determined at the absolute minimum to make Cathy come. And I was sure Ron wanted a similar opportunity. If he and I came too, well... that was the usual result of this activity, wasn't it?

"Ron!" I called out.

"What?" my friend asked, as if I was calling him from across the tennis court.

"Do yourself a favor and stop moving," I grinned.

Ron clearly did not think stopping his hips was a great idea, but he paused for a moment, rolling with whatever I was playing at.

Gwen just chuckled at me, then proceeded to show Ron why his stopping was, in fact, a super-great idea. She ducked her head and began almost violently rocking forward and back, driving her lithe ass back against his stomach with a slapping noise. Ron gasped as she impaled herself on him over, and over, and over again. Clearly knowing a good thing when he felt it, he remained stock still, just grabbing Gwen's buns and holding on.

It was a helluva sight, coupled with a helluva set of sensations from Cathy's and my own activities.

Eventually, I saw Gwen arch her back, and I knew she was getting close. She had shifted the angle to improve where Ron's cock was hitting her, and her eyes lidded heavily. I did not know where Ron was on his orgasmic journey, but Gwen was showing all the signs of nearing the end of hers for... for this time 'round.

I was nowhere near my own destination, but I encouraged Cathy to rock even further forward. Rather than pushing my cock after her, I sagged back momentarily, and my cock popped free of her channel.

"Wha?" Cathy yelped, but before she could sink back against me, I rose to my feet behind her and immediately drove my dick back into her. "Aaaah!" she yelped happily.

Our friend is not as tall as I, but she was taller than Gwen by a smidge. That smidge made it just that little bit easier on my knees as I bent them to allow me to drive into Cathy, letting her save her energy for the orgasm I wanted to cook off in her as close to Gwen's own culmination as Ron and I could manage.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Cathy grunted, and I let my cock indulge itself in the longest strokes I could manage without risking falling out at an inconvenient moment. That seemed to be just what she wanted, and I almost felt like I was gilding the lily as I squeezed her soft, flexing backside with one hand and reached around to fondle one of those impressive boobs with the other. Almost.

Gwen was almost shrieking now with each slam of her ass back against Ron, her cries growing higher and more determinedly desperate. I began to feel irritated with myself that Ron was getting my lady off before I managed the same for his, even with my head-start. But just then, Cathy set my mind at ease by suddenly exploding with a scream of happiness, suddenly corkscrewing her ass against me for a burst as her body clamped down on my invading cock.

I could have unloaded in her. I considered it closely. But I wasn't feeling done with Cathy yet.

"Oh, fuck, Gwen!" Cathy moaned as a second wave spasmed through her body. "This is so gooood!"

Gwen just slammed back harder, her voice suddenly dropping to a guttural, "Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fucking fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" before she pitched forward off Ron's cock and slumped down on her face on the carpet.

He and I looked at each other wildly.

"Nice work, dude," I found myself laughing. "And nice luck, too. That's the kind of orgasm she has when she is already looking forward to the next one."

"I live to serve," Ron panted with a lopsided grin.

"Yes, he does," Cathy panted. I was supporting her in my arms as she sagged in her post-come haze. She twisted a bit and slid off my still-hard cock, then she turned fully and kissed me hard.

She released my lips, then looked down at my cock. Then she looked over at her husband's similarly tumescent appendage. "Nice to see them both still ready for more, isn't it, Gwen?" she sighed.

Gwen similarly surveyed the swaying cocks hanging over her spot on the floor, after rolling over on her back. "Yeah," she panted, her breath almost fully returned. "I'm gonna have to do something about this one in a second... maybe a minute."

Cathy staggered away from me and smirked as she tumbled scenically to the floor beside Gwen, leaving them lying about shoulder to shoulder, but facing in opposite directions, with only about three feet between them.

Our women lay there, looking at each other, clearly a bit provoked by each other, rather than us.

"I'm going to make Carl super infantile, now," Cathy said to Gwen, rubbing her own glorious tits as she spoke.

Gwen just grinned with gritted teeth. "I'm sure I'm about to be jealous as fuck, but I also can't wait to see," she said, rolling up on her side and staring intently at Cathy's upthrust rack.

Cathy absolutely slobbered all over her hands and rubbed them liberally between her breasts. Then she beckoned to me.

I stood there for a moment, frozen. I had not missed the window, apparently.

"Dude, you better get down there quick, or I will jump in myself," Ron said drily, then smiled down at his wife. She just blew him a kiss with her still spit-slick hand.

Stay the fuck out of my way, Ron. You get this regularly.

I followed Cathy's gesture down to kneel astride her chest, and she grabbed my swaying cock, pulling it down to rub over the surface of her tits, spending extra care to massage her nipples with my tip. I grunted eagerly, and she pushed me down between those soft breasts. In a smooth and obviously quite practiced motion, she pressed her mounds up and together around my cock.

Quite practiced... It was good to be Ron. I'll bet his usual resistance to new ideas had not applied when she introduced him to this!

I needed no prompting to begin pushing in and out through her mammalian embrace, groaning from the start at the fabulous sensations. I bent forward to brace my hands on the floor above Cathy's head and pushed harder and faster.

But while I thought it felt perfect, Cathy seemed dissatisfied with the lubrication. She let her breasts flop from her grasp and she pulled me upward by my ass. Her mouth opened and she sucked me in. It was clearly just to slobber the shit out of my cock, but she gave me more than a few caresses of expert tongue while I was in there. But then she was pushing me back and I eagerly guided my now dripping phallus back between her tits. She clasped them again, and in and instant I was fucking them again.

Oh, yeah. This was much better. Always trust the expert.

"Well, Ron," Gwen said, looking up at Ron, who still stood over her, his eyes lurching back and forth between her recumbent bod and his wife's tits swallowing my cock, "I can't do that, but I still think I can show off!" He smiled at her most accommodatingly.

Gwen sat up and pulled Ron down to the floor, guiding him to lie down near to his wife, facing in the same direction as she. He and Cathy shared a scandalized grin, before he smiled at me with narrowed eyes. I smiled wildly back at him.

I probably could have guessed how Gwen intended to answer Cathy's challenge, but my mind was not that smart right then. As prophesied, I was stuck in a infantile mental loop of, 'Tits, tits, tits! Tits on my dick. Big tits on my dick! Tits, tits, tits!'

"That's a helluva show," Gwen admitted to Ron, "so let me know if you object that I'm about to obstruct your view."

Ron's brow furrowed for just an instant, and his eyes just widened as my lady moved to straddle his head, facing toward his bouncing cock. "You don't object, do you Ron?" Gwen teased. He wordlessly shook his head. "Because I can move away again if you do," she suggested.

Suddenly, she gasped and arched her back. "I'll take that... as a no," she panted.

Then she leaned forward and down, and sucked Ron's cock into her mouth again. He moaned loudly. I pride myself on knowing how, when I moan with my face between a woman's thighs, to make her enjoy more than just the sound, and Ron seemed to have the same skillset. Gwen popped free of his dick and muttered, "That's the shit," before diving back on his shaft.

I looked down at my cock pushing between Cathy's boobs, and at her slightly sweaty face. But mostly at my dick in her tits. "Ron better work fast," I said quietly to preserve my oxygen. "Gwen is going to go for broke over there!"

Cathy chuckled, and squeezed her tits even harder around me. "He'll get the job done. You... and he have, Oh fuck yeah, fuck harder, have very different methods down there, but I'd say you both score... on the podium with the, mmmh, judges."

I grinned as I stared down at her. Much as I wanted to check out Gwen 69ing Ron, I could not pull my eyes off my dick in Cathy's tits. I am so fucking infantile. "Just tell me when she decides to deep-throat him," I grunted. Cathy's eyes widened and snapped back to watch Gwen and Ron.

Gwen can ditch her gag reflex if she wants to. It's not her favorite thing to do, but she can. I absolutely knew that not only had she been provoked, she had been challenged.

"I didn't believe you, Cathy muttered. I managed to tear my gaze from my own fetish made flesh, and looked down and back to see my woman had her nose nestled down between Ron's balls. Ron's hands, which I was dimly aware had been playing with Gwen's tits, were stuck out to the sides, his fingers splayed wide.

I felt everything inside me surge and I gasped to Cathy, much louder this time, "Fuck! I'm gonna come!"

Instantly, Cathy released her tits and grabbed my cock, jacking it hard. "Paint my face, then!" she growled just as loud.

I did.

This was no machine gun eruption. I came in a single huge blast, with just one comparatively small follow-up that came along immediately. As I said, it was a single burst, but my spooge was legion. Cathy's face was a mess, with my dick dripping more down into her cleavage. "Holy shit!" I outright yelled.

"Holy shit," Gwen echoed, having spat Ron free of her throat at all the noise. "That's so hot!"

I saw her writhing her hips on Ron's face and smirked at her.

"You should see this shit, Ron," Gwen said with innocent enthusiasm. But she didn't move off his face. Ron just stuck his hands out again, sarcastically. She laughed and bent over him again. "Ron," she said grimly. "Carl's jizz looks totally hot all over your wife's face, but I'm gonna need you to come down my throat, okay?"

However Ron signaled his 'assent', Gwen liked it, because she hissed happily before bending back down to begin taking Ron in and out of her throat with abandon.

I pulled my leg off from over Cathy, and we sat on our sides to watch things finish. It did not take long. Ron's hands began flailing around, then he grunted, and I could actually see Gwen's throat flex as she swallowed his load. She gasped, freeing her mouth, and licked feverishly at Ron's helmet for a moment, before she arched her back upward. He had grasped her ass tightly and was digging his fingers in hard as Gwen thrashed atop his face. "Fuck, yeah!" my lady crowed triumphantly atop him, and a wave of blush flowed from her face, down her neck, and spread out across her torso in an orgasmic reaction that I had always been too close to notice.

I'd fucking for sure be looking for it forever more!

Gwen somehow looked graceful as she tottered over to her side, collapsing on the floor. Ron sat up a little, his gaze shooting to his wife, and his eyes went wide as he spied the gooey mess that was her face. His own face was nearly as much of a mess. Gwen had been fairly enthused.

My lovely calmly looked at me and asked politely, "Be a good host, Carl, and go get us some towels. We have made a mess of our guests."

We all fell down laughing on the floor, until Gwen kicked me. "Seriously, love. Go get the fucking towels before Cathy's right eye crusts shut."

I got two dish towels and a pack of Wet-Wipes. Gwen and I were messes, too.

We all four went through half the pack of Wet-Wipes, and I was seriously considering putting the dish towels in the trash as well. "Well," I said, "that just happened." We all looked at each other.

"Yeah," Ron chuckled. "Cathy and I talked about if it would at some point, but I for one never really thought it would."

"Yeah," sighed Gwen happily. "I think we were both ready if it somehow did, but I don't think either of us thought we'd really do it."

"Well, the rest of your were idiots, then," Cathy snorted. "I knew this shit was happening For. Sure."

"What?" I laughed.

She just pointed at Ron. "I thought you knew this guy. You two convinced him to try something new. He liked it. Anytime that happens, he immediately tries to become the world's leading expert. Exhibit A, well, Exhibit B... he just bought us fucking season passes to Disneyland yesterday!" Gwen and I laughed at Ron's sheepish face. "I'm just glad," Cathy said fondly, "that we all pretty much gave in ourselves before he started making a nuisance of himself."

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This could have been the end. I've gotten them where I wanted them to go in as plausible a fashion as I can imagine. But I have at least a chapter or two more mostly written already, and I am still not sure where and how I want to wrap things up. Like Carl and Gwen, we will find out together! As always, I appreciate your votes. Please follow me so you can keep up with when the next chapter shows up. And as always, I'm paid in comments, so let me know what you think. I know this is not everyone's cup of tea, subject-wise. My vision may not be yours, and that's okay!