The Musketeers - Chapter 02

I am Andrew. After meeting in college and falling head-over-heels in love, Maria and I married in our mid-twenties. In our late twenty's we bought our first house. Less than two years later, fate, which seemed to be our friend, struck again when Max and Jane moved in next door. They were about our same age, and we hit it off immediately. We had similar interests and similar philosophies on life. As we got to know each other we spent more and more time together. Eventually, most weekends we would go their place or they came over to ours for a dinner one night, and at least a couple of evenings during the week we would have some beers or wine together to unwind. The conversations always flowed easily and we truly enjoyed each other's company.

We also seemed to enjoy checking out each other's spouses too. Nothing creepy or lecherous. We all loved our spouses, but we also took pleasure in checking out the other's. For as much as I was in love with Maria and extremely attracted to her, Jane was also as intriguing to me. And I could tell everyone else similarly enjoyed eyeing each other's spouse.

My Maria, a tall thin wavy-haired dark-eyed brunette with a nice round booty but a fairly flat chest, is a combination of being both confidently sultry and shyly cute, with a fair amount of attitude at times, but in a great way. I told her that her looks remind me of a taller version of Keri Russell, and she seemed pleased to be compared to the actress. She is self-conscious about being a little flat chested at 30A, but I have always loved her breasts because they are perfectly shaped and proportioned to her body and best of all are topped with dark, long nipples. She is somewhat reserved until she feels comfortable with you, then the sassy, sarcastic side comes out on occasion -- often when you least expect it.

Jane is different. The word that always comes to my mind if I am to describe her is spunky, maybe bordering on being a fireball. With her reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and infectious smile below her sparsely freckled nose and cheeks, she reminds me of a shorter Alyson Hannigan with a perky personality. She is flirty without trying or even realizing she is. She just draws you in. And her personality is always on display. What you see is what you get. She appears to have well rounded B sized breasts and, while her ass is nice, it is much subtler than Maria's. Maria's butt stands out from the other straight lines of her thin, tall body, while Jane on the other hand has a curvier body and her ass just blends perfectly into those curves rather than standing out.

I consider Max and myself as pretty average. I am a bit taller at 6 foot even. I am brown haired, brown eyed, with a decent but thin build and dark skin tones. I work out just enough to keep in shape. Max has fairer complexion. He has lighter skin, sunlit brown hair, and hazel or amber eyes. He is still in shape from his days of playing college baseball and works harder than I do to maintain it, but I wouldn't call him buff or anything, just fit.

I think the differences between Maria and Jane, and between Max and myself is what spurs some of the fascination each of us has with each other's spouses.

Our friendship developed over the next few years after Max and Jane moved in. Max eventually coined us the four musketeers and he loves to use the motto 'All for one and one for all' to both describe and define us. And it is accurate. We are always there for each other in the good times and the bad times. We can count on each other no matter what. We became inseparable, spending as much time together as we could. We even took vacation trips together.

Life was really good and going smoothly, but as fate would have it, the company I worked for closed the local office, and I was transferred to another office with a promotion. With great sadness, Maria and I sold our house, packed up, and moved several hundred miles away. It was a tough, tear-filled goodbye, but we vowed to stay in touch, and we did.

The next two years were miserable. Maria found an okay job, but we didn't like our new city, and we hadn't really found any new friends. The neighbors were older, and our co-workers seemed stand-offish. For me, what was supposed to be a better position, I hated. I was not doing what I enjoyed. The only thing that was better was my pay.

Every time we talked to Max and Jane or came to visit them, we missed our old lives and them more. We finally decided money definitely didn't buy happiness, so Maria and I started hunting for jobs in back in the city we loved. Maria's old company was glad to have her back, so her job search was easy, but I was starting from scratch. In time, I found a position doing what I loved. It meant a pay cut, but it was not as bad as I had expected it would be.

We searched in our old neighborhood for a house but had no luck. We eventually found one that was about two miles away from Max and Jane. While it wasn't as close to them as we wanted, it was a very nice house complete with a pool. We had nice gains on both of our previous houses, so we were able to put a good downpayment on this new one which made the monthly payments affordable even with the modest pay cut.

The four musketeers were back together! We easily slipped back into our old routines with Max and Jane even if we couldn't just walk next door anymore. It almost was like we had never left. Weekly dinners became our regular routine again, but now evening drinks were often around or even in the pool.

We were seeing each other just as often as before, but seeing more of each other, if you know what I mean. The girls were in their swimsuits around us a lot, while Max and I spent a lot of time in just swim trunks and sunglasses. I made sure my glasses were dark so the others would have a hard time noticing my wandering eyes. The girl's suits were always conservative, either one pieces are very modest two pieces. No bikinis much less thongs or anything, but they both still provided some excellent eye candy. So, my eyes did wander over both of their bodies.

We were all now into our 30's, however with the girls, you would have never guessed it. Both easily could have passed for much younger, and the years had only seemed to round out their figures better. And I felt like Max and I were still in decent shape and I think the girls thought so too. During the miserable years out of town, Maria and I had thrown ourselves into working out at the gym. It was our escape, and it had paid off. Neither of us were muscle bound or anything but were very taut and toned. Maria seemed to have concentrated on her glutes because now her ass was even more amazing than it had ever been. More rounded, if that was even possible, and tighter.

Max and Jane hadn't slouched either. Max had maintained his physique while Jane seemed to have defined and accentuated her curves into a perfectly shaped package.

Max and I were back to comparing and contrasting the two beauties parading around us, and we were comfortable sharing our thoughts with each other about not only our own spouses but also the other one's as well. I had the feeling that the girls had similar experiences as I caught them stealing glances at both of us and sharing hushed conversations.

My suspicions were confirmed in the bedroom as Maria and I began to tease each other about checking out Jane and Max. Later this developed into fantasy talk and role playing as we made love and brought our friends into our imaginations at our most intimate moments.

Over time, Maria began describing Jane's body in great detail to me trying to arouse me when we were in bed. She and Jane often shopped together and shared a dressing room, so they were well aware of what each other's bodies looked like. Maria slowly, seductively, and teasingly let me know that Jane's breasts were pale, perfectly shaped, firm mounds topped with pink nipples that were like oversized pencil erasers but lighter pink. The scattering of light freckles that adorned her neck continued onto the upswell of her symmetrical mounds. The tan lines from her swimsuit made her private areas a delectable contrast to her bronze tan. Her pussy was trimmed to a small batch of auburn hair above a pink slit. The color of her labia nearly matched the color of her nipples.

Every time she would describe her to me in our bedroom play, she would make me close my eyes and she would play with my stiffening rod with the same agonizingly slow pace as the words came out of her mouth. She would pause occasionally to give my 7 inch stick a slow lick or a brief suck. It was tortuous and divine at the same time. Each time she did this she would vary her words to describe Jane's body so that over time I had felt I had the perfect image of her body in my mind. I often looked at Jane after one of these sessions and my mind would strip away the clothes to show me the nude form that Maria had painted for my imagination.

When I couldn't take Maria's tantalizing descriptions and touches anymore, I would pounce on her. I would either flip her on her back or push her down on her stomach, spread her legs and then begin my assault of her body with my fingers, lips and tongue. If she was on her back, I would alternate my mouth and between her tits and her pussy, and wherever my mouth wasn't my hands would be. If she was on her stomach I would work her pussy, butt cheeks, and asshole with my fingers and mouth, while tickling her lower back and the nape of her neck.

In contrast to Jane's light freckle speckled skin, Maria had a naturally dark complexion further enhanced with her tan. Her tan lines were more subtle than what she described for Jane's, but still there was enough to give a sexy contrast. Maria's pussy had dark, distended labia and was adorned with dark hair that she kept fuller than what she described Jane's. I liked her lips to be hairless, but otherwise leave all the hair she could. So, she just trimmed enough to be able to wear her swimsuit without showing any hairs. Just like her description of Jane's tits, Maria's were perfectly shaped mounds but a little smaller. However, they had completely different nipples. They were longer and smaller around, and were surrounded by large dark areolas, which she knew I loved.

At first, I would attack Maria following her describing Jane's body in great detail because I was so worked up. But when I could tell Maria was getting excited and her juices were literally flowing, I would slow to a turtle's pace. I would make her close her eyes and I would begin to describe Max's cock and balls in as much detail as I could muster. I hadn't studied them in great detail and had never seen him erect, but I had seen him enough times in the locker room at the gym to give me a basis to begin my painting of a picture and then I would embellish as needed. It appeared to me his dick was a little shorter but probably a little fatter than mine. Where mine was darker skinned and topped with a deep reddish-brown head that was bigger than my shaft, his was lighter and its crown was similar in size to the shaft and was a only slightly darker than his skin. My balls were not large, and my sack tended to be fairly tight to me. His, in contrast, seemed to be bigger and hang lower, dangling and swaying. His pubic hair wasn't as thick and was confined to the area immediately around his cock, while mine was darker, thicker, and spread out further. Other than that, I made the rest up and talked to her about imagining it sticking out from his athletic body and luring her in for a lick and suck. Telling her to think what it would feel like inside her pussy.

By the time I was done she was soaked and begging me to fuck her which I did. No gentle loving making when we were in these moods. I would put her on her back if she wasn't already there, and spread her legs then put my arms underneath them and lift them and her ass up. Her soaked pussy would open up exposing her pink smooth core. She would reach and line my rock-hard shaft up after rubbing it up and down her pussy a few times. In one hard fast push I would shove it to the hilt inside her. Her sheath around my sword would be hot, slick and snug. She moaned and I sighed. My cock was in its home. We both closed our eyes as we recreated the images of our best friends in our minds and from then on It was a hot and heavy pounding.

Unfortunately, it was often fairly quick because the slow foreplay had us both hot and bothered, but it was still very satisfying for both of us. If Maria really wanted to get to me, she would begin to describe in great detail the time when Jane was nude and facing away from Maria in the changing room. She bent over to pull up a swimsuit bottom and the pink puckered eye of her asshole basically winked at her. If I pictured that ass and the hole in my mind, it was all over and I erupted. While, if I wanted to really get to Maria, I would have her imagine Max's balls hitting her perineum and ass with each stroke as his fat knob spread her slit open. Either way it was always an amazing fuck and after filling her womb with my seed, we laid there with visions dancing in our heads as we panted to our recovery.

While we didn't go into detail, based on my conversations with Max, and Maria's talks with Jane, we got the idea that they may be doing much of the same in their private time. Despite the mutual attractions, all of this was left to fantasy and just used as extra stimulation.