Our Friends and the Sex Club

This story contains swapping and trading of wives in loving relationships. If that's not your thing, you may not enjoy this story.

Chapter 1:

I could hear the bass thumping as we entered through the inconspicuous doors. I had to check with Josh we were in the right place. It almost looked like an office building from outside. A few steps in the door and it was obvious we were here. An ID check, explanation of rules and they let us in. A mysterious blue neon barely lit up the sea of beautiful people. Different varieties, all shapes, sizes, and backgrounds. Some in stunning dresses, others in skimpy lingerie, some with basically nothing. I felt out of place. Stepping into a world I didn't know truly existed.

I'd decided on some sleek grey slacks with a white silk shirt. I left a few buttons undone at the top. My wife did my hair, fresh shave, and some fancy cologne I hadn't used since Jessica bought it for our last anniversary. The pulse in my ears started to deafen the music when Danielle's hand gripped mine. My wife's friend already comforting me.

"Are you okay?"

Josh and Jessica were already off to the dance floor. We had pre-gamed in the little hotel a few minutes away. Just some vodka-cranberries and catching up on our most recent sexcapades. We had spent two days at their house, all the kids having a great time together before Josh's mom came to watch them for the rest of the weekend.

I don't know why I expected only a few people to be there, it felt like a hundred. It was pulling the introvert out of me, I just needed a round of drinks. I'd settle in.

"Yes. Thank you. A lot of people."

"It's Friday, just wait until you see tomorrow night."

Her laugh seemed to calm me down; I assured everyone I was okay and watched Josh's wife scamper off with our friends. They went to the dance floor, bumping and grinding together before I lost them in the crowd.

I stood at a little cocktail round and checked the dance floor for glimpses of my wife. She wore a flowy little red dress. It didn't seem like her style, low cut, tight around her waist. She rarely wore red. The bright red lipstick reserved for sexy role-playing. Her hair was recently cut. Short. Barely above her shoulders. A sexy new look for her. Fitting for the trip I suppose.

Danielle was in a loose dress as well. She said they were more convenient for clubs. Hinting there was nothing underneath; I was waiting to find out for myself. Her curves were miraculously shown off every time she turned or danced just right.

Her husband matched me. Slacks and a button-down that he left completely undone. Showing off his curly black chest hair. He left his hair messy. Had a calm smile that never seemed to leave his face. The two of them fit in well here.

I stood up and shook out some more nerves before heading off to join them. The girls faces lit up as I squeezed between a few couples. It smelled of strong perfumes, sweat and bad decisions all wrapped up into one musky nose full. Typical club smell I hadn't experienced in ages.

It was easy to forget as I got close to my wife. She and Danielle wore the same scent tonight. It circled around me as the two girls trapped me between them. My hands draped around my wife's shoulders while Danielle's ran down my hips.

I laughed. A dumb grin forming between my cheeks as the two bodies sandwiched me into a fun little grind. Danielle pulled me toward her. I could feel her chest compressing into my back. Bigger than anyone's in the friend group; I don't think I'd ever actually touched them. The blood rushing below my belt reminded me why we were here tonight.

Jessica basically begged them. Show us how they spend their weekends in the lifestyle. She wanted to decide if it was something she wanted, or if just playing with the occasional friends was enough. A deep part of me already knew the answer, knew how this weekend could drive her further into the horny mess Amber had noticed her becoming.

It was too loud to speak. A couple loud whispers in each other's ears were barely audible. Danielle just laughed and pulled the two of us by our wrists down a hallway. Josh appeared out of nowhere and showed us to a little room. It kept the same blue hue illuminated from the edges of the walls. A similar little chaise as Amber and Matt had, a line of beds and a couple already playing in the corner.

"Do you mind if we use the-"

Danielle tried to ask; the other couple just nodded and went back to each other's lips. Barely paying any attention to us. She shrugged and laid down on her side. Jessica joined her while Josh and I watched.

"You guys have safe words?"

"Yeah... we agreed on the stop sign for this. Yellow check in. Red full stop."

"Good. These rooms can take unexpected turns. Don't be scared to stop. Nobody will judge."

"Thanks."

Josh's hand tapped my shoulders a few times before he joined the girls on the bed. He ran his hands along his wife's legs. A soft pull at her strap and the dress started to slip. He took her large bust into his mouth while Danielle continued to kiss my wife. He pulled her dress the rest of the way; letting her body jiggle and settle onto the bed. Nothing underneath.

Josh's face dove between her legs. Lost in the waves of curves, his head was moving side to side. Danielle's first pleasurable groan filled the room. The couple in the corner noticed. Suddenly watching while they kept their hands underneath each other's clothes.

They moved quickly. Josh up on his knees. Danielle smiling from ear to ear as she stared into my wife's face. Jessica was frozen. A small smile that seemed stuck on her face. Was she actually nervous?

Josh slipped a condom on and began thrusting into her. The other couple in the corner had sat up and moved closer. They were older, maybe 40's. Attractive, fit, big smiles showing off their bright white teeth. Cougars tracking their prey. I don't know what rules Josh and Danielle had... but a few nods and touches of hands and the other couple was suddenly stripping the last of their clothes. Jessica and I ended up on the chaise together. Watching.

We couldn't hear the little whispers between our friends and the new couple, but both of them took one each of Danielle's breasts into their mouths. The woman flashed a little smile at us as she maneuvered to Danielle's other side. She was down to just her skirt; apparently, she participated in the nothing underneath guideline too.

Jessica whispered to me while her hand began rubbing my thighs over my pants. "They're hot. Should we jump in?"

"Can we just watch for a bit. Just play together?"

"Yes Johnny... we don't have to play with anyone else here if you don't want."

I didn't know how to answer. Suddenly all the sexual confidence I'd gained over the last few years seemed to have evaporated. My muscles were vibrating ever so subtly in a nervous quake. The blood rushed to my groin slowly, not filling completely.

"For now... still good on our rules?"

"Condoms only. Stoplight system. 'Pull chalks' and we go home."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We kissed. Gently; romantically. Our eyes opened as we stopped, and I knew I couldn't hold her back any longer.

"Go join. I'll keep watching for now... join when I'm ready."

Jessica nodded, kissed me again, and removed her dress while standing up. She had a sexy little red thong that didn't hide anything of her rear as she bent down beside Josh. They kissed, then worked on our whimpering friend together.

The gentlemen got to his knees and let his cock spring forward. Danielle happily took it in her mouth, flicking her tongue along the shaft, kissing the tip. She was playing with it; enjoying it.

Another couple filtered in. Young, maybe 20's. Cute, chubby, normal people. They asked if they could watch. Multiple confirmations came from the bed, and they took their seat on the opposite side of the room from me. I started to feel doubt in my gut, did I have the courage to do this in front of random people?

I got lost in my own thoughts and emotions long enough to not notice the girl from the first couple had stood up and joined me on the chaise. She had brown hair, a warm smile and a tight body that was barely showing signs of age. A perfect little handful on her chest that was being held up by her bra.

"First time here?"

"That obvious?"

"You look like a scared little puppy that I just want to cuddle with and make everything alright."

A grin spread across my lips, I shook my head as I looked up into her eyes. A real deep brown, reflecting the neon lights in them. "That doesn't sound terrible."

She put her arm around me and rested her head on my shoulder. Her free hand stroking my leg. She didn't say much else. We just sat there watching friends and strangers roll around on the beds. It was weirdly comforting. The little strokes on my thigh helping fill my tool below.

"Have you done anything with other couples before?"

"On vacation... way less people watching."

"Ignore them. It can just be me and you in this room right now. Do you have rules with your..."

"Wife. Condoms. Consent. That's about it."

I felt the moths running to my gut like moonlight. A little shake in my hands. Why was I so scared? I tried to push it down and look back at my wife and friends. Jessica was kissing Danielle while Josh's face was between my wife's legs. The other man was between Danielle's, thrusting just as Josh had done before him.

"Can I keep touching you?"

"Yes."

"Kiss?"

"Yes."

Her lips parted in a short smile, then pressed against mine. Strawberries. Raspberry. Some sort of berry. She tasted nice, calm, purposeful movements of her tongue inside my mouth. Her hand traced up my chest, undid a few more buttons and felt around my pecs.

Her other hand gripped my wrist and pulled it to her leg, stroking along the bare skin, up to the fabric around her hips and back down to her knee. It felt like I was re-learning how to ride a bike.

We kept our kisses slow, staying at the shallow end of the pool. The pressure to perform, to know what to do, how to act... it was slowly fading. This woman was actually making me feel better. Regaining a little confidence. I moved my hand up to her chest and caressed under her breast. Feeling its weight being held back by the bra. Like she read my mind, she unclasped it and let it fall.

A little drop and they were free, good sized and hanging just right off her frame. I looked at them, looked into her eyes, and kissed her more intently. More flicks of our tongues. More rapid movements of our hands. Groping becoming less comforting and more needy. Her hands worked at my belt, undid the button quickly and dug inside of my pants.

I was maybe 70% there, her quick hand motions under my pants brought me to 100. I pawed at her panties, pushed them to the side and felt her wet pussy between my fingers. We broke our kiss and groaned into each other's mouths before kissing again. Harder. Faster. Like a DJ slowing twisting the dial, we kept increasing in a slow steady rhythm.

I'd lost track of the others on the bed. This woman had pulled me into our own little bubble to play in... and I didn't even know her name. It seemed so important. Do we just play in anonymity?

"Johnny." A loud call from my wife. I twisted my head to the side. Josh was kneeling between her legs, a condom covered cock about to go inside of her. Josh was looking at her, she was looking at me. I nodded, said yes, maybe too quiet for her to hear me. She got the message. We had agreed to full swap with Danielle and Josh; a part of me was thankful it wasn't the other guy. Yet.

"Johnnyyyyyy." A slow whisper in my ear from our new acquaintance. "That's cuuuuute..."

"What do I call you?"

"Depends on how many times you make me cum..."

She bit her lip and started leaning back in the chaise. Her eyes darted down toward her groin and back up again. If I could do one thing right tonight, this would be it. I'd go for two. Then see if my dick would cooperate.

She smelt of honey, or some sweat aroma from her lotion. It grew more familiar the further up I went. Then that heavenly smell, just a touch of sweat. She tasted as most women do, sighed as my tongue passed over her lingerie. I pulled it back to the side and flicked a few times at her top. It wasn't out yet, but I wanted to map her out.

I passed slowly down her edges, completing a circle before pushing my tongue inside. Slow flat passes at the bottom of her warmth, climbing ever so slowly back to the top. I dug inside, spun little circles until her pearl came out to join us. Then it became the star of the show. Flick. Flick. Flick. Then a slow circle around it. Again. And again.

Her moans began to increase, a giggling purr of approval. A sudden jolt through her leg, and she let out an exhilarating laugh.

"Yesss Johnny... see not so bad here... just keep doing that... mhm... yes..."

I could feel her thighs vibrating against me. Closing just around my head, a subtle squeeze every few seconds. I looked up and saw her head back, eyes closed, and hands running over her body. She pinched her nipple and barely opened her eyes. They softened, then slammed shut again. Her delicate purrs twisted into an involuntary whimper. Short. Quick. Building.

Her breath filled up her lungs, waiting for that flip to switch, for her body to let it all out at once. It started in her lap, a warm rush, a buck off the chair. Then her vocal cords caught up and she shrieked a few profanities. Her hands shot to my head and gripped my hair like it was the only thing keeping her pleasure going. She wasn't going to let go until it was over.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Okay... Mmhmm... yes... don't... stop... right... thereeeee."

I pushed two fingers up and inside of her. Curling to that rough little spot at the top. I found it, stroked it and let my tongue work into overdrive. I heard her tone jump an octave, her voice almost confused. Then that little laugh from earlier, carrying into a desperate carried out moan.

"Yes! Go again... do it again... goood fucking boy... yess... yesssssss."

She screamed. Convulsed. Squirmed in the narrow chair. I tried to hold her down. Refuse to let her bounce around. I failed. She twitched too violently. Couldn't contain the orgasm that was erupting through her.

She fell. Off the chair. On her side. I quickly tilted my head around to check on her. Her hair had covered her face in a messy tangle, but I could see her wide lips underneath it. She flipped her hair back, stared at me with wild eyes and shook her head in disbelief. We both laughed and I felt all the nerves wash out of me. Even if the entire room was suddenly staring at us. My wife's delicious look stole every drop of attention I had.

Chapter 2:

That's all I really saw. The deep brown of my wife's eyes. Almost black in the dark room. A sharp curl of her lips on one side. Josh had stopped fucking my wife. The other gentlemen had stopped fucking Danielle. Everyone's eyes darted between me and my new acquaintance.

I stepped toward my wife. Two long strides and Josh was getting out of the way. He had a big smile on his face. A slap of my shoulder as he let me pass. I don't even know where he went. What he did next. The only thing occupying my mind was the burning look of desire that hadn't left my wife's face.

I was rock solid below the belt. Heart beating loudly against my ribs. Pulse making its way to my ears. My hands almost moved by themself. Gripped Jessica's dainty little calves. Pushed them high into the sky. Slid in my entire length in one slow movement. A motion I thought would calm me; re-center me. It just poured gasoline all over my little exhibitionist kink that was growing ever more apparent.

I was lost in my own brain-numbing strokes. My wife's delicious twists of her face a faraway painting I was trying to admire through the tunnel of pleasure that was enclosing around my sight. I couldn't focus on the sounds. Too many starting to blend together. It was easier to let them all fade into one constant ring. Only broken by the steady slaps of skin that only seemed to come from us.

I closed my eyes, gripped my wife's legs tight to my chest and disappeared. Into my own world of bliss. The bed springs creaked. The music was a distant thump, thump. The stench of sweaty bodies exerting themselves finally crept into my nose. A natural smell that didn't hinder my pace. Nothing could have.

I felt the burn in my thighs first. My core slowly started to cramp. Sweat beaded off my brow. My wife's legs hot in my grip. I finally let out a low type of throaty groan. My body started to acknowledge the sensations working their way out of every crack and crease. The ringing had started to fade. My wife's voice trying to bring me back to the land of the living.

The words were coming out. They were words I had known. Words she has said before. Yet I didn't understand them. I couldn't focus on them. I didn't want them. I wanted her noises to match the mess inside my head. For her to scream. To act like a possessed demon in front of all these potential matches. Of these men. Watching. Wanting their turn.

Jessica's first orgasm pulled me back to reality. The blending sounds seemed to quiet as she exploded. A single harmonious tune standing over the rest. Her hands gripped the sheets underneath her. Her jaw clenched tightly as her head whipped back; looked up at me; then crashed down again.

I didn't stop. Couldn't stop. My own release was not only unimportant... it was distant. I wasn't near. I wasn't even sure I could finish. But that's not what I wanted. I wanted to keep taking her. Taking her until they turned the lights on and told us to go home.

"Johnny... Jesus Johnny I'm going again... Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

It only fueled me more. I didn't need to change positions. The ache in my muscles was mellowing into a quiet strain. My body was running on pure adrenaline. I felt like I was fucking my way through a marathon. Every thrust pulling me closer to the distant finish line.

"Choke me baby... While I... come... on... that..."

My hand gripped her throat. Firm pressure on each side. Careful not to obstruct her airway. She loved it. Gripped my wrist with both of her hands. She couldn't have pulled it away if she tried. Her smile was broken by a sharp whine. Her eyes closed and she let the shakes work their way through her frame.

The thundering of our bodies was starting to draw more eyes. I felt it. Like nobody else in the room was doing anything but watching my wife and I do something we had done hundreds of times before.

A warm flood dampened my groin. The sounds of slapping sprinkled with slick claps of our soaked shapes. I didn't change the rhythm. A perfect thud every second. One Mississippi. Another. Two Mississippi. Another. Each connection drawing a different reaction from my wife. Losing control, falling deeper into a spiral of desperate whimpers.

"Holy.... FUCK BABY... Three... fucking three... how... I can't... shit. Baby. It. Feels. So. Fucking. Goooooood."

I watched her face morph into an unrecognizable puddle of bliss. The settling of her chest, soft little points still swaying with our motions. I felt my body winding down. I felt how heavy the breath was in my lungs.

Like letting off the gas and just coasting. Our bodies had lost the ability to perform but didn't want it to end. I hadn't even reached my climax, but it had been better. Better than almost any sex we had ever had.

As our hips finally slowed to a standstill, I fell on top of my wife's naked body and kissed her. Soft. Gentle. Our tongues barely moving in each other's mouths. Just two little rabbits playing in a field.

If anyone commented on what they just watched, I hadn't noticed. The ringing in my ears still there. Still loud. I was focused on so many other things than the strangers around us. Slowly starting to make their own sounds. Maybe they never stopped. It just started to register.

We lifted off the bed. Shaking out our bodies. Letting our eyes adjust and reacquaint us with our surroundings. Danielle was next to Jess. A few feet to her right. A new guy between her legs making those big, beautiful breasts bounce and bubble around her bodacious frame.

Josh was on the chaise with my previous friend. She was being played with at both ends by her partner and Him. There was another couple further away on another bed. Kissing and groping with their clothes still on. One last couple in the doorway, just leaning and watching. No kissing or touching. Their smiles were wide, eyes glowing in the blue lights. They were staring right at my wife and me.

Jessica didn't even notice. When I looked back to check on her; she was glued to me. A silly smirk from our early days. I whispered into her ear; asking if she saw them looking at us. She responded, soft, airy voice.

"Everyone is. But not at us... at you."

We kissed again. My erection had faded; the adrenaline subsided. Even if I hadn't finished... I thought I was done. Ready to go. To move on. They weren't staring at me. They were staring at my gorgeous wife having multiple orgasms. Not me.

I stood and gathered my clothes. My phone in a locker; no watch. I was lost at what time it was, how long we had been here. I latched my belt and tossed my shirt on without buttoning it. Jessica had slipped her dress back on and followed me out of the room. We should have said something to Dani and Josh; I'm sure they understood.

We walked through the club, loud music making it impossible to find a quiet, private place. Almost like she was still inside my head, Jess pointed her lips at the entrance. I nodded and we stepped outside. It was cool but not chilly. It still hit us like a wall of snow. The sweat and heat from the club a stark contrast to the parking lot.

"Are you okay?" Jessica let it out as soon as we turned a corner. Like she had been waiting to ask since we finished.

"Fantastic. Maybe a touch overwhelmed."

"I could feel it... Let's catch our breath. I thought you were going to throw Josh across the room when you came barreling over."

"Really?" I actually laughed out loud. "I barely noticed him. I was so focused on you."

"You had this fire in your eyes. Nothing like I'd ever seen from you. Cold, strong killer." She teased with a playful little punch of my shoulder. Then she hugged my arm and snuggled a little closer.

"It didn't feel like that. I don't know. I just saw you. Felt my other head screaming at me to go take you. I think I gave up control to it for the first time in my life."

"And it chose me instead of the fox you made cum so hard she fell off the chair?"

"It always chooses you."

A couple walked by, a lighter and pack of cigarettes in their hand. Jessica perked up, lifted her hand and asked them for two. They were super nice, gave us a pair and lit them for us before continuing on.

"You don't smoke?"

Jessica just shrugged. "Seems fitting to cap off our night."

"You're done then? Don't want to go back inside?"

"Can we go get a greasy burger?"

"I love you."

I couldn't hide my smile as we finished our little death sticks. I couldn't stand the smell, the taste, really anything to do with them. But tonight. It was perfect. Relaxing. A great end to our little experiment.

We returned inside and checked on Josh and Danielle. They had finished up, sitting on the bed watching a different couple. The first couple had left; we offered to buy them a midnight snack. They declined, said they would meet us back at the hotel. We waved, grabbed our things from the lockers, and went out to call an uber.

Jack in the box was all we could find. We grabbed a few burgers and went back to the room. We got our own separate from our hosts this time. We watched some movie, ate our terrible meal and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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We woke early, knocked on our friends' door to see if they wanted to join us for breakfast. We found a little spot nearby and took our time getting ready and making it out there. We didn't really have any plans for the day. Just waiting until the sun goes down to experiment even further.

We sat down and ordered mimosas. Josh with a bloody mary. Greasy diner food is always my favorite after a long night out. After the drinks were dropped off Danielle's devilish little smirk came leaking out.

"The whole room was buzzing about you two after you left. Your friend was sad she didn't get more from you Johnny."

"She seemed happy between Josh and her husband."

"Her lover..." Josh laughed and raised his glass toward me. We clinked as I waited for his laugh to fade. "Her husband is apparently very boring. But has sexy chest hair like mine."

"I never even got her name."

"Me either."

The table chuckled a little too loudly. Drawing eyes from nearby tables and a smirk from our server as they dropped our food off. We ate, ordered more drinks, and stumbled our way into the streets.

The conversation kept drawing eyes from people passing by as we walked back to the hotel. Danielle getting loud and bubbly anytime she talked. Jessica was getting loud with her. The two of them downing a whole bottle of champagne with just a splash of orange juice.

"So are you two going to fuck other people tonight or just put on another show?"

"You should charge if you do that again. Heads kept popping into the door until you finished." Josh's tone almost carried a wisp of jealousy. "Our friend had to pinch me to keep playing with her. I kind of felt bad."

"She came plenty. I want that treatment tonight. Johnny's tongue, then a wide variety of different shapes and sizes."

"Of men?" Jessica lifted a brow with a playful grin.

"Of dicks."

"Oh my god Danielle." We all laughed; Jessica maybe the hardest. "How many have you had in one night at a club like that?"

"Six." She ran her hands down her curves. "Men can't get enough."

"Me either." Josh hugged her from behind, his hands lifting and dropping the weight on her chest.

The walk seemed to keep escalating. More touches. More teasing. More 'jokes' about playing with each other. By the time we made it back to our rooms, there wasn't even a question of splitting up. Danielle kept it simple.

"Your room or ours?"

Chapter 3:

"Ours."

Jessica basically skipped down the hall. She popped the door open and held it for the rest of us. I followed in behind the couple; all our eyes dashed back and forth. Wandering smiles, an extra swish in the hips. It had been building since our second round of mimosas. Bubbling out of us in shared giggles and lingering looks.

Once the door closed behind us, Jessica didn't wait for anything. She pushed me onto the large king-sized bed and began tearing at my pants. Josh and Danielle took up spots on the other side. We were close, but still far enough to be in our own bubble. Jessica took my growing erection into her mouth and worked quickly to bring it to attention.

I had her hair together in my hand, not forcing any movement, just noticed and enjoying each bob of her head. The little flicks at my tip before she took it back down her throat. A loud pop every time she let go of it, like the sound was fun for her. She had this wicked little grin everytime she took it out; she smeared the large round ridges across her cheeks, between her lips, then back down until there was nothing left.

My wife didn't give me head very often. It has been more common lately while we were on our adventurous streak. Still, it never lasted very long, very rarely to completion. This early afternoon was an occurrence I wasn't going to stop. She could be on her knees for the next few hours and I wouldn't lift her. Her tongue was swirling around my cock like it never had before.

She was working her hand in unison, suctions from her lips, spinning tongue along the edges of my head. It was unreal. The best head I'd ever received. I never wanted it to end. I closed my eyes, let my hands rest behind me and enjoying the gags and slurps filling the room.

A quick turn of my neck and I saw Josh flat on his back; Danielle was lying flat while taking her husband's dick in her mouth. It was a chorus of wonderful slick sounds. Josh groaned. I copied him. Jessica took my entire length and held it as deep as she could. It forced an even louder moan from my lips. More sexual.

She pulled out with a heavy gasp, little giggle then back down again. She held it until she couldn't any longer and let out a visceral gag that carried for a few seconds.

"Damn Jess; making me jealous over there."

Josh laughed it out, a soft slap from his wife, and it seemed the competition was on. I turned to watch for a moment. Danielle was moving her head quickly; delicious sloppy sounds started to grow louder than the grunts from her husband. Jessica began moaning on my cock and I felt the need to be a little louder.

Josh came first; his voice raised in pitch, then fell into a low deep moan. Danielle's happy voice chuckled while still clearly full of her husband. Jessica didn't stop, she almost seemed to go into overdrive. Faster, deeper movements trying to bring me over the edge.

I turned to look at our friends again, they were perched on their elbows just watching us. I turned back to my diligent wife who was focused and determined to make me finish. Her hands stroked furiously as she pulled her lips from my shaft and caught her breath.

I rubbed my thumb over her lips, playfully slapped across her face, and pointed down with my lips. She took it again; I gripped her hair and rode her movements until I felt my balls begin to tighten. My breath struggled to stay in my lungs, forcing out little gasps and exhales.

The feeling crept up toward the end of my length. Forcing my abs to contract, a shuddering groan that nearly sounded like a chuckle. It was coming. Jessica was bringing me there. I felt Danielle's hand touch the top of mine that had been resting behind me. I squeezed it, closed my eyes and tried to stop my hips from jumping off the bed.

Pulse after pulse shot into my wife's mouth. Her eyes opened wide, her cheeks puffed out, and she finally let go and swallowed. A few heavy breaths and she took me again. It was too sensitive, it almost hurt, but she kept going. She forced noises out of me I didn't even know I could produce. It wasn't masculine; it was soft, uncertain. My voice pitched an octave; I groaned and pulled her head from my lap.

Jessica licked her lips, smirked at me and laughed quietly to herself. My face was expressionless, like I was staring through her. I couldn't believe her, so sexy with my cum still in the corner of her mouth. She used her index finger to drag it across, then sucked it off.

My wife stood, not waiting for suggestions. She quickly lost her pants and jumped onto the bed. She laid right beside Josh, but her eyes were stuck on me. Her knees lifted, her legs spread, and a finger pointed between her thighs. My turn.

I army crawled up to her and ripped off her little see through black panties. A slow lick from her upper thigh dragged down toward her knee. I kissed back up, along her waist then back down her other leg. A heavy breath right into her glistening lips, and I could smell that heavenly scent radiating.

My tongue split her; I tasted her wetness already pooling up in the waiting room. I loved her taste, loved the way she moved under the touch of my tongue. Her hands gently ran through my hair, tracing down my jaw line. Then that line was crossed, and her grip tightened, pushed, and shoved.

Josh and Danielle ended up in a similar position next to us, Danielle joining my wife at the head of the bed. His head was buried under her dress, and the race was on again. My tongue hadn't stopped working, only slowed as I watched our friends get near to us. I settled into the steady pace of passing my tongue between each of her folds. Teasing her little button but not giving it my full attention just yet.

My wife pressed her lips together and created this decadent little rumble. Her hands were massaging my scalp, gently pulling on my hair. Each flick on her pearl opened her mouth and produced a light vocal breath. I stacked one on the other, smaller gaps between each tease of her clit. Her breathing became deep and consistent, a whisper of a whimper tickling out of her.

Danielle's voice grew, but I wasn't concerned with hers. My passion for my wife was beginning to become all I cared about. Something happened at the club, all the eyes watching us, staring, wanting their turn. It just made me want to keep her all to myself even more.

The wonderful taste from Jessica's warmth seemed to pour out of her. Her breaths were replaced by heavy groans; her hands refused to let go of the firm grip in my hair. I felt her thighs clap against my face, twitching, trying not to close but not allowing them to stay open.

I followed my normal strategy. As soon as her first orgasm begins, I push my fingers inside and curl them while keeping my tongue flicking in a fast, frantic motions. It chains them so close together she doesn't even get a chance to catch her breath. It usually ends in delicious shrieks of desire. The noises she made this time were almost gloating. A little laugh creeping before a big moan, hanging out after with her little giggly whimpers.

"Ohhhhhh shit Johnny... Yes... Two already... give me your dick... please... I need it... It's all I want right now."

"Already?" Danielle whined with short breaths. "Let me borrow your husband's tongue, just for a bit."

"Mmmmm no. I think I'll keep him all to myself today." Jessica laughed. Her hand pulled me in with my hair, lifting me in for a wet, sloppy kiss. I flashed a half sorry smile at Dani, then turned back to my wife and let my head tease at her soaked entrance.

We kissed, let our tongues dip, lick and swirl in each other's mouths. My length was running along her lips, sliding up her abs and back down until it aligned and slid in effortlessly. We didn't move our focus; just let our hips connect mindlessly while our tongues continued their dance.

Danielle came. A loud announcement followed by her own cries for her husband's shaft. The two women seemed to get louder than the other, going back and forth until they were both screaming. Our effortless thrusts into each other turned into more desperate slams broken up by a pause while fully inserted. Heavy breathing, a loud cry, then more needy motions.

Jessica's eyes opened, her forehead rested on mine, and she smirked. She shoved me backward, reinserted herself and began riding me like she could see the finish line nearing. The bed was creaking and settling into a rhythmic bounce. The motions between both couples seemed to sync, the bed creasing down and rebounding with both of our movements.

My hands covered my wife's chest, ran along her tight frame, then gripped around her hips. A burning passion was forcing a smirk out of me, a firm grip around her hips, and I started pushing from below. Hard slams that made her entire body shake. She ran her hands through her own hair and lifted it above her head. She was incredibly sexy, putting on a show for me. Her wicked smile shot down at me, making sure I was enjoying the view.

She grabbed my wrists, pushed them above my head and used my chest for leverage as she twerked on my cock. I'd completely lost sight of the couple next to us, so focused on my wife and the show she was putting on.

I pushed her arms to the side, wrapped mine around her into a big bear hug. Our chests were together, our mouths moaning into each other's ears. My upward thrusts began again, harder this time, the end of the tunnel coming into view.

Jessica flooded me, her voice cracked, and she began to lose control. I tried to release at the same time, using every muscle in my core to keep the pumps moving fast. Jessica pleaded for more, for it to never end. I did everything in my power to keep going; felt her walls clenching around me. It became too much. I roared into her ear, told her to take it and unleashed everything inside of me.

Our bodies continued to shake; but I refused to let go of her. Holding her tight, feeling the heat from her body, the warmth of my release trickling down my shaft. As we settled, Danielle's moans became more apparent. Her and Josh were still going, louder, more violent shaking of the bed. It stopped all at once, exploded for seconds, then the room began to fall silent. No more movement, no words, no sounds.

I kind of stole a peek over, they were in a similar position to us. Josh on top of Danielle, their arms wrapped around each other. We all laid there for minutes, enjoying the peaceful afterglow.

Jessica leaned up, laughed and spoke quietly. "Do you guys want to join us in the shower?"

"Maybe later... we might go for round two." Danielle answered, but her gaze didn't leave her husband.

I followed my wife into the bathroom; we turned on the steam and sighed deeply as the hot water started pelting our sweaty skin. We chuckled together, kissed and washed ourselves. It felt like we were nervous to talk, to say the things we were feeling. Jessica started.

"What do you want tonight?"

"You."

Her hand slapped my chest. "Is that all? Are you okay with just having me?"

"I never needed anything more... maybe I wanted more, to try it, to experience someone different. But all it's doing is driving me closer to you."

"So you don't want to swap at all tonight? With Dani and Josh?"

"I just want you. After that first night, everyone staring at me. The only person I really saw was you. I knew in that moment, I never needed to swap again. I don't know... maybe we still can. But not tonight. Not with random people from a club."

"What about Josh and Danielle? They're not random."

"Another time. I just want to b-line for a room, make you orgasm so many times you can't walk. Make every girl in that place jealous, then carry you home."

"I like that..." Jessica turned away, washed the soap from her body and spun back to me. "That night, when you came rushing toward me like I was the only girl in the world... I love you, you know. So much."

"I love you too."

The little romance was broken up; Danielle's screams started making their way into the bathroom. We both just laughed and kissed.

"Do you want to go watch?" Jessica smirked.

"Just watch?"

"Yes." She shrugged. "Together."

Chapter 4:

We made it around the corner in time to see Josh pulling out and painting Danielle. A tender moment that lingered with a slow kiss between them. Even seeing them swap and share in the club, I never had doubts about how much they loved each other. You have to, I guess; to survive this type of lifestyle.

Jessica and I laid down on the bed together and watched the naked couple make out like a pair of teenagers. Danielle let her head fall slowly to the side and stare at the two of us.

"Enjoying the show over there?"

"Always." My wife settled back into my arms as her, and Danielle teased looks of temptation back and forth.

"Why haven't we swapped yet?"

"Josh and I had some fun last night at the club."

"But Johnny... why not me?"

It caught me off guard. I guess I didn't realize that Danielle might actually want that too. They didn't just want to guide us, they wanted us to play with them. I still hadn't, not at the cabin, not since I'd been here. Just that woman from the playroom. Danielle was attractive, bubbly, fun, and confident in the bedroom. She would be a lot of fun; yet something about this trip just made me want to stay monogamous.

"We can... I don't know. It's not like I don't want to. Something happened that first night with the woman. I lost some desire to explore. Mostly; I just want my wife right now."

"It happens." She rolled out from under her husband and stood right in front of us. I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping and taking in her large breasts hanging in front of me. The curves of her body that rounded down her frame beautifully. "All you have to do is ask... when you're ready."

Josh stayed behind as he watched her walk into the bathroom and flick on the shower. He walked over to us, taking up her position of standing naked in front of us. It was easier to keep my eye contact with him.

"Don't worry about it. There's always regression and fatigue. Focus on the two of you this trip. Don't worry about us."

"Thanks Josh."

He turned around the corner, and my wife had the biggest smile on her face.

"What?"

"You just want me right now?"

"I always want you."

Our lips met, it was soft, slow kissing. Our hands resting on each other's necks. I felt the light pump below and started kissing more intensely. Moving my hands down her chest to pinch her nipple between my fingers. Jessica's hand pushed on my chest.

"Save your strength... for tonight."

"You're right..." Our smiles seemed to be a reflection. Big, wide, cheesy grins. "But we can just kiss."

We rolled around for another fifteen minutes. Letting our tongues do all the talking. Josh and Danielle went back to their room, and we decided to take a short nap. The sun was down by the time we woke, and we started getting ready and knocked on our friend's door.

They were still getting dressed, but they invited us in for a glass of wine. Danielle was running around in her lingerie, dancing and singing into a fake microphone. Josh was shirtless in the bathroom playing her backup singer. It was nice to see this side of them.

"Have you two heard from Trevor and Jordan?" Danielle spun her head around as she asked. Doing a little dance to some early 2000's hip hop.

"We talked briefly on the phone a few months ago. They told us they found a place in Idaho. More details to follow. That's about it."

"Trevor transferred companies and moved to California. We were planning to go visit before the cabin, but I guess they're too busy with the new job."

"The cabin is going to be so much fun this year."

"What do you think they'll plan? I never saw Jordan as some sexy gamemaster."

"Whoever has sex the least wins?"

We all laughed a little. Jordan's sexual awakening at the cabin last year was a surprise. Danielle, Amber... the two of them were never bashful with their stories. It was nice to see Jessica and Jordan step out of their shell more. Jessica had left that shell very far behind... I wonder if Jordan and Trevor kept exploring.

Danielle finally stopped dancing around the room and put on her dress. It was only for the cab ride, she said.

Sure enough, within seconds of us getting back inside the club her dress was balled up in her hands as we made our way to the lockers. Jessica and I dropped our phones off and shared an anticipatory smirk.

We raced through the dance floor down a hall and found a semi-private room. There was a threesome on one of the beds. Two guys and a girl kissing and teasing with their clothes still on. We asked them if we could use the bed next to them, they agreed with a simple smile and nod.

Jessica pushed me onto the bed, stripped off her dress and mounted me in only a bright purple thong. Her cheeks filled my hands, and our tongues went on an adventure. We got lost in our own little world. By the time we took a breather, glanced around the room. The threesome was gone; Danielle and Josh replaced them with another couple.

Danielle had the other man's length in her mouth while Josh was going down on the other women. Jessica and I laughed, looked at each other and felt the heat rise. We kissed again, shorter, more groping of our bodies. She ripped open my button up shirt, pushed my pants down and shoved her hands into the crotch.

Her fingers wrapped around my tip, pulling and pushing on the flared ridges. I pulled on her rear until she crawled up my torso and mounted my face. My first few flicks were along the fabric, right on top of her little button. I pulled it to the side and let her warmth fill my mouth.

A satisfied little purr came out of her while she started running her hands through my hair like she was playing with a toy. I wasn't in a hurry. I was tasting every little flavor she had to offer. Focusing my hearing on every little sound escaping her mouth. Felt her cheeks fill my hands again as I kneaded and squeezed while flicking on her pearl.

She didn't have some crazy screaming orgasm. But I felt her hips jolt back and forth. Felt the extra warmth on my cheeks. Saw her hands grip her chest like it was preventing me from stopping.

She pushed through without so much as an announcement. But I knew. I always knew. She tried to pull herself down and return the favor, but that wasn't what I wanted. I spun her over with a sudden shriek from my wife. Her back hit the mattress; I lifted her legs to my shoulders, aligned my length and pushed inside of her.

We both groaned a long sigh of released anticipation. A wicked smile was shared between the two of us, and our hips began to connect. Slow, whimsical little pushed of skin. Jessica's smile faltered for a second, a twist of pleasure trying to break through. I loved it. Seeing her face behave in ways she couldn't control.

My hands dug into her thighs, holding them tight, pulling them into me every few seconds with a loud thud that made her torso shake little ripples of skin throughout. She bit her lip. Released. Crushed her brows downward. Released. Smiled the most beautiful smile. Released.

Every movement was contributing to the rise of our urges, trying to break the damn of control. The slide through her tight walls, the warm damp air clinging to my shaft as I left it unburied for a second and plunged back to the hilt.

Jessica's voice was stuck in her throat, only coming out in short throaty grunts. I pushed my knees further up her sides, getting them both on the other side of her ass. Her cheeks were in my lap, her legs on my shoulders being pulled tight with my strong arms. It was one of those positions where as soon as our bodies settled, we made eye contact. Shared that sexy little grin that meant we were about to go for as long as our bodies allowed us.

With a combination of hard thrusts of my hips, strong pulls on her legs and a willing submission from my wife and I was off to the races.

An applause seemed to appear from the room, but it wasn't anyone clapping. It was the loud connections of my wife and I's hips. Our voices joined the performance. She let the levy open and started spilling out whimpers and moans in a growing volume.

My breath was as determined as a man on a marathon. My muscles already showing sign of exhaustion, we stayed in that once position, slamming down on my wife's shaking petite body. I loved the way her breasts jiggled at that speed, like shaking laminated paper. Her whole body accepted and shook from my motions.

The rest of the room was in our peripherals. An elephant could have ran through the wall and the connection my wife and I was sharing wouldn't have ended. We would have kept yelling at each other through our eyes. Let the elephant steam roll over us and crawled back to each other again.

I thought it would be about a show to perform. A gaggle of girls to impress. A group of guys jealously watching me. I didn't even know who was in the room.

I pushed my knees further up her body, let her legs fall to the side and gripped her face with both hands. Our foreheads touched, our eyes still staring into the other's. Our breath mingled in the enclosed space we had created around our heads.

My hips still hadn't stopped their sprinting marathon. I felt the fire in my lungs but I wasn't stopping until we both were done. Satisfied. Fulfilled.

I felt that little flip switch in my balls. Felt the heat creeping up my shaft. I was less than 2 minutes from being able to control when I filled my wife with everything I had. Her voice broke through first. A high-pitched cry that could only be heard by me.

"I'm going to..."

"Me too."

That was all that needed to be said. Our heads nodded yes against the others. Our eyes refused to close. Refused to stop staring into the soul of the person we loved most.

"Uh-huh."

"Mhm."

"Yes."

"I'm-"

"I Know."

Our moans broke out of the stables like mustangs. Our bodies pushed backwards, forwards and in every other direction our firm grip on each other allowed. It was a dance of two patients in strait jackets. Bouncing and jumping but not really going anywhere.

Our bodies slowed, I released the grip I had on her head. Her white skin under my touch started to flush red with blood. I hadn't realized how hard I was griping her. Not letting her eyes move from mine. A few more slow thrusts through the soaked warmth and we broke in laughter.

I rolled over, still not letting our eyes leave each other. We laid there for minutes. I don't know how long. Danielle's hand on my chest finally snapped me out of the spell. Her voice in my ear was followed by a quick flick of her tongue.

"I want that so bad Johnny... You two are so fucking hot."

I laughed, Jessica gave us a feigned jealous glare then burst into laughter herself.

I finally took in the room, more people than before. A lot of watchers, Josh and the other women were still going at it. Loud aggressive grunts from both of them. I shook the fog from my head and finally responded to the naked friend of ours towering over me.

"I can only do that with Jess."

One last kiss between my wife and I and I could have fallen asleep on the spot. We sat up, gathered our clothes and took a seat in the corner. We watched, held each other and recovered. Jess's little voice in my ear sparked enough energy in me to jump start our round two.

"Keep making Danielle jealous... Don't give in to her tonight... This is fun."

Chapter 5:

The room had gained another voyeur couple while we recovered in the corner. A steady rotation of curious eyes and wandering hands belonged to a sexy couple I hadn't even noticed walk in. They were watching Josh and the other woman finish up.

Jessica had her legs draped over mine, my hand running lazy circles around her knee. We must have looked like the most content couple in the building. Maybe we were.

Josh finally untangled himself, shared a few quiet words with the woman and her partner, and made his way back to Danielle. She had been making the rounds. A few touches here, a whisper there. She was a social butterfly with no clothes on. It somehow perfectly suited her.

The four of us ended up in a row of chairs. Silently watching the newest couple take their place on the middle bed; putting on a show worth watching. Both of them knew it too. She had long red hair that she kept tossing dramatically over her shoulder with a giggle every time she changed positions. Her partner matched her energy. Loud, performative, magnetic.

"They're so hot." Danielle nodded toward them with a little smirk. "She keeps looking over here."

"At you." Josh corrected.

"I think she's looking at Johnny." Danielle nudged my wife, stole my gaze for a second, and smirked like some naughty matchmaker.

The redhead caught my eye and held it for a second too long. A slow curl of her lips before she looked away. I felt Jessica's hand tighten around my forearm.

"She is pretty." Jessica said it flat. Almost a dare.

"So is her partner." I kissed the side of her head.

Danielle leaned into my other shoulder. Her perfume was different from earlier. Warmer somehow. More inviting. A deliberate choice for a room like this. Her hand found my free arm and slid down it slowly.

"You sure you don't want to go introduce yourself, Johnny?"

"I'm good."

"She'd like you." Her finger traced back up. "You have that quiet intensity thing. Women love that... And the screaming orgasms you give your wife."

"You sound a little jealous Dani."

Jessica laughed quietly against my shoulder. She was enjoying this.

"I could come with you. Be your wing woman." Danielle's voice dropped. "Make it easy. Pleasurable." The last word wafted out of her mouth with a seductive scent.

I turned my head slowly and looked at her. Big eyes catching the blue light. A smile she had probably used a thousand times, and it had never once failed her. She was stunning and she knew exactly what she was doing.

"I appreciate the offer."

"But?"

"But I told you. I just want Jess tonight."

She searched my face for a crack she wasn't going to find. Then that wide smile broke through. Genuine this time. She kissed my cheek and pushed off the wall.

"Josh. The redhead."

He didn't need to be told twice.

We watched them approach the couple. A few exchanged smiles, a nod from the other man, and within minutes Danielle was being pulled into a kiss by the redhead while Josh shook the man's hand like they were meeting at a barbeque

Jessica turned into my chest; her head shook with silent laughter.

"He shook his hand."

"Very professional."

She looked back up at the four of them beginning to find their rhythm together. Danielle was in her element. Every movement deliberate and unhurried. The redhead's partner had his hands in Danielle's hair. Josh was already working his way down the redhead's neck.

"Do you want to watch?" I asked.

"Mhm." Jessica settled further into me. "But I also want you again."

"Those aren't mutually exclusive."

She tilted her head up and we kissed. Slow at first. The kind of kiss that starts a conversation. Her hand moved to my jaw and held it there. I could feel her smile breaking through before she pulled back just enough to look at me.

"Bed or chair?"

"The bed next to them?"

She bit the inside of her cheek to stop from grinning too wide and took my hand.

The bed put Danielle and Josh directly in our sightline. Jessica dramatically flung herself onto her back, lifted her arms above her head and could nearly touch Danielle. I couldn't take my eyes of the little brown points on her chest. The way they elongated in her pose. The soft glow of the room caught the angles of her body.

I took my time to get there. Ran my hands from her ankles upward. Watched every flicker of anticipation cross her face as I slowed near her thighs and bypassed entirely. Jessica tried to speak, but I kept on the task at hand.

A noise of protest dissolved into a quiet sigh as my hands worked back up her waist. I kissed her sternum. Her collarbone. The soft skin below her ear. She had stopped looking at our friends. She had stopped looking at anything but me.

I let my lips stroll back down her body, finally settled my face between her legs. Let her feel the flick of my tongue on her skin without giving her anything yet. Her hips shifted upward instinctively.

My first pass was unhurried. Flat and soft and deliberate. Jessica's breath shuttered out of her in one quiet release. I could barely hear it; but I could feel it. The subtle vibrations worked their way through her frame.

Danielle's voice floated over from the other side.

"Back to the tongue Johnny?" Her smile was making me reconsider.

"Don't be jealous Dani..." Jessica managed it with impressive composure given what my tongue was currently doing. "You seem to have your hands full over there."

I felt her thighs tighten slightly around my head. A subtle request to keep my attention where it was. I did. Slow circles around her pearl. Not on it. Not yet. Just the edges. Just enough to make her aware of exactly where I wasn't.

The sounds from beside us began to build. Danielle finding her rhythm with the new man. The soft percussion of the bed and the low satisfied sounds she made filled the room around us.

Josh was further away, in a similar position to me, performative whimpers building from the far side of the room. The red head would lift her head, glance at us, smirk, and look back to the black hair between her legs.

I worked my way inward. Tasted every fold before giving her what she was angling her hips toward. When I finally let my tongue settle directly on her clit she exhaled my name into the ceiling.

"That a boy." Danielle's voice again. Warm. Teasing. Present.

"Danielle." Jessica's warning carried no real authority from where she was.

"What? I'm just appreciating the sounds. Taking in the sights."

Jessica's hand gripped my hair a little tighter. Whether that was frustration at Danielle or instruction to me I chose to interpret it as the latter and pressed my tongue firmer against her. Flicked, sucked, and kissed around her oyster.

The groan that followed made Danielle laugh. A bright delighted sound that Josh apparently took as encouragement because the sounds from their side of the bed sharpened considerably.

I pushed two fingers inside and felt Jessica's whole body respond. That delicate arch of her lower back. The grip in my hair becoming less gentle. I curled slowly and found the rough patch I'd mapped a hundred times before. Stroked it in patient circles while my tongue kept its rhythm above.

"Oh god." Her voice had dropped an octave. The composed version of my wife was leaving the building.

"Mm." Danielle hummed approvingly between her own unsteady breaths. "Jessica."

"What." It barely came out. Exasperated.

"Is he doing that thing?"

A pause while my wife tried to locate her vocabulary. "Yes."

"The fingers and the..."

"Yes. Danielle. Yes."

A breathless laugh from the other side. Then a sharp moan that had nothing to do with laughter. The room shifted into a different register. Less conversation. More consequence. Danielle's partner wasn't rushing. Her arms were getting closer to us, flat on the bed. Her rear lifted high in the sky, the other gentlemen slowly exploring her hole.

I kept my pace exactly where it was. Consistent. Reliable. I knew her well enough to know that changing anything now would cost us both. Her thighs had stopped trying to stay open and were trembling against my cheeks. Her sounds had shortened into tight little gasps that came faster and closer together.

Danielle's voice shot through the fog. Heavy. Genuine.

"Jess." A barely audible response. "Do you want to..." A pause swallowed by one of her own sounds. "Together? I'm getting... close..."

Jessica's hand pressed down on my head. A yes that needed no translation.

I felt her walls begin to tighten around my fingers. Felt the shift in her hips from seeking surrender. I worked my tongue flat and fast; refusing to vary by a single degree.

Danielle's voice climbed first. A rising desperate sound that pulled Jessica with it like a current pulling something that was already ready to go under. Her hand reached out, gripped my wife's and her voice jumped another octave.

My wife's thighs clamped around my head. Her back lifted off the mattress. The sound she made wasn't words. It wasn't composed or careful or anything she had control over. It filled the room the same moment Danielle's did and for a few seconds the entire room existed somewhere outside of ordinary time. A little interdimensional pocket of pleasure.

I kept my tongue moving through every pulse of it. Felt every wave as it moved through her. Didn't stop until her hand loosened in my hair and her hips sank back into the mattress with the full weight of someone who had nothing left.

Danielle's lazy laugh broke it open.

"Same time." She said it like she'd won something. "Great job guys..."

Jessica's chest was still rising and falling in long slow pulls. Her fingers traced absently through my hair.

"You good?" I asked with her femininity dripping from my chin.

She looked down at me with half closed eyes and the most unhurried smile I had ever seen on her face. Glanced over to our friend, still taking a stranger's cock.

"Come up here." A lazy smile spread wide across her face. She licked herself of my face, giggled and shook her head. "Take me... please."

I pushed inside slowly. Her head fell back, a long exhale from both of us meeting somewhere in the middle. I stayed buried. Let the stillness do its own work. Her hands found my hips and pulled me in deeper.

We moved together in a way that only happens after years of learning someone. Not performance. Not technique. Just two people who knew exactly where to find each other. A lazy little bus ride that seemed to hit all the right stops.

Danielle's voice rose from across the room. A cascade of sounds that built and tipped over the edge. Jessica's eyes flicked sideways for just a moment before coming back to mine.

"Eyes on me." I said it quietly. "She had her fun. Focus on my voice. Focus on your next release. The way my shaft is sliding along your tight little walls. The subtle pulse throbbing inside of you."

She obeyed. And everything else in the room disappeared. Our bodies never rushed, our desire never peaked. It was a Sunday afternoon in bed. No kids. No chores. No responsibilities. Just us and a mattress.

I don't know how much time passed. It always vanished in moments like this. What I knew was that my wife had made sounds that would have drawn every eye in the building, and I hadn't noticed a single one of them. I watched my wife's naked body twist under the sapphire lights illuminating the sweaty sin filled sauna.

We came together. We didn't plan it. We didn't tell each other it was happening. We knew. Our bodies knew. Every tiny reaction in our faces we had seen thousands of times.

We laid tangled together. Her breathing settling into something slower. My hand traced up and down her side without thinking about it.

Danielle appeared at the edge of the bed. Flushed, satisfied, that permanent smile somehow wider. She dropped down beside Jessica and the two of them shared a quiet look that only women seem to be capable of. Some unspoken whole conversation in under three seconds. Josh cozied up behind her, a large smile that didn't seem it would ever come off.

"Ready to go?" Danielle asked.

"Almost." Jessica didn't move.

"Take your time." She stood, pressed a kiss to the top of my wife's head and turned back to Josh.

Jessica moved her face into my neck.

"I love you." She said it so softly into my ear; like it was a secret.

"I love you too."

We didn't move for another ten minutes.

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The cab back was warm and loud and the four of us were still half drunk on adrenaline. Danielle had one leg thrown over Josh's lap. Jessica was leaning into me with her shoes in her hand. The city lights swept past the windows.

"Same room or separate?" Danielle asked the question to the ceiling of the cab.

Nobody answered right away. The silence had texture to it.

Jessica's fingers laced through mine in the dark. A slow squeeze. I looked down at her and she was already looking up at me. That question sat between us the way it had been all weekend.

We didn't answer right away. A soft glance we all shared seemed to suffice for now.

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We walked right by their room, down the hall to ours. One last wave and we appeared to be saying goodnight. I held the door open for my wife, admired that exhausted beauty and let the heavy door close itself.

We stood in our room quietly. Jessica turned around and leaned against the door. Her shoes still dangling from one hand. Her hair a little undone from the night. She looked exactly like herself. The most beautiful version of herself.

"So." She let the word hang.

"So."

"Do we want company tonight?"

I crossed the room slowly. Took the shoes out of her hand and dropped them somewhere behind me. My hands found her face.

"Do you?"

She searched my eyes the way she always did when she was deciding something. Working through it in real time. Her hands came up and wrapped around my wrists.

"I want it to be the four of us." She said it quietly but without hesitation. "Together. Once. And then I want it to just be us again."

I nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I kissed her. "Go knock on their door."

Her smile broke wide and she ducked under my arm. I listened to the soft knock down the hall. Danielle's delighted little gasp carrying through the walls. Josh's low laugh following after.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited.

Chapter 6:

Jessica held the door open with one hand and gestured inside like she was presenting her prized possession. Danielle walked in first, looked around the room, and then looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hi Johnny." She said it simply. Like she'd been waiting to pick me up at a train station.

Josh followed, his hand finding the small of Danielle's back briefly before he drifted toward the other side of the room. My wife let the door fall closed and leaned against it with her arms crossed. That smile she'd been wearing since I said yes.

"So." Danielle clasped her hands together in front of her. "Where do we start?"

"Wherever you want." Jessica pushed off the door.

Danielle showed her teeth in a wide grin. "Is it finally my turn with your husband?"

I looked at Jessica. She lifted her shoulders in a small shrug. Glanced at Danielle's husband on the other side of our bed and stepped toward him. Her eyes gave me one last opportunity to back out. I replied with a soft smile and head nod, then I turned to the giddy woman in front of me.

"Come here then." I said it quietly.

She crossed the room with that same unhurried confidence she carried everywhere. Sat beside me on the bed and turned to face me. Up close she was warmer than I expected. Her face seemed softer, less performative. She crossed one leg over her other and just looked at me for a moment.

"Hi." Just hanging in the air for a moment.

"Hi."

She kissed me. It was different from what I expected. Gentle. Exploratory. Like two people meeting properly for the first time despite having spent a whole weekend in the same orbit. Her hands stayed on my jaw. Mine found her waist.

Behind us I heard Jessica and Josh find their own arrangements. The rustle of the sheets. A quiet laugh from my wife that settled something in my chest.

I laid Danielle back slowly. Took my time the way I always did. Ran my hands along her sides, felt the generous curves of her that she wore with such easy ownership. She watched me move down her body with dark patient eyes, lifting her knees gently, causing her dress to lift.

"I've been waiting for this." She said it to the ceiling.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"Ask me in ten minutes." Her laugh was genuine. Unguarded. The performance version of Danielle had left the building.

I started soft. The same unhurried geography I always mapped first. She responded differently than Jessica. Louder, more immediate, less restrained about letting me know what was working. Her hands went to my hair right away, and she wasn't gentle about it.

"Right there." She said it firmly. "Yes... Don't move from there."

I didn't. I found the spot she wanted and I stayed. Steady and deliberate. Listening to the way her breathing changed, the small involuntary sounds she couldn't control underneath the louder ones.

From the other side of the bed, I could hear Jessica. That familiar music that I knew better than anything. A low hum that meant Josh had found his rhythm with her. I focused back on Danielle.

Her thighs pressed against my ears. I pushed two fingers inside and felt her whole body shift.

"Oh shit." She cut herself off. Started again. "Yeah. Yeah that's..."

She didn't finish the sentence. Her hips answered for her. I worked the same patient circles I always did, tongue steady, fingers curled upward. She was more vocal than my wife. A running commentary of sighs and directives and the occasional sharp sound that came from somewhere she wasn't expecting.

"Johnny." She said my name like she was doing roll call. "Johnny I'm... Alre-"

Her thighs clamped. Her back left the mattress. The orgasm moved through her like a tornado. Loud and wide and unforgiving. She gripped my hair so hard my eyes watered, and she didn't seem remotely sorry about it.

I didn't stop. I couldn't.

"Wait... oh god. Johnny. Wait I can't... Not again... It's too much... You're toooooo-"

I pushed her into the second one before the first had finished. Felt the exact moment her body tried to retreat and followed it. She made a sound I don't think she'd planned. High and desperate and stripped of any composure she had left.

"Oh my god! Stop... no... DON'T stop... Jesus... Fuck... Johnny..."

Her whole frame was jiggling. Both hands in my hair, trying to pull me away and hold me there simultaneously. I felt the flood of warmth drip off on my chin. Felt the pulses moving through her in long rolling waves.

When I finally lifted my head, she was staring at the ceiling with the expression of someone who had just been slightly startled by an explosion.

"Your wife." She said it to the ceiling. "Is a very lucky woman."

"I know."

She laughed. Still breathless. Still shaking slightly. She pushed up onto her elbows and looked at me with new eyes.

"Your turn."

I wanted to. My mind was entirely willing. My body had other ideas.

I tried not to let it show on my face but Danielle was perceptive and she was only two feet away from me.

She reached for me without making anything of it. Her hands patient and unhurried. No urgency. No pressure. Like this was just another part of the conversation.

It didn't change. She toyed with it, tried to stroke it. Nothing.

I sat back and exhaled through my nose. Danielle sat up beside me.

"Hey." No judgement. A soft sentence. "It's been a long weekend."

She said it like that was the entire and complete explanation, which it was. No mortification required.

I looked over at Jessica. She was with Josh, lost in their own world, not paying attention to us. Something moved in my chest that wasn't quite jealousy and wasn't quite anything else I had a clean word for.

Danielle's hand found my back. She didn't say anything. Just left it there.

We sat on one side of the bed, our hands touching each other in an almost platonic way. Two spectators with a warm and uncomplicated intimacy. Danielle pulled her knees to her chest. I had my arm along the headboard behind her without quite meaning to put it there.

"This happen before?" She asked it without any weight on it.

"Not like this. I'm sorry."

"You gave me two orgasms and you're apologizing?"

"I'm not apologizing."

"Good." She rested her chin on her knee and watched our spouses. "You shouldn't."

Jessica's voice rose from across the bed. I watched her face do the things I knew by heart. The little bite of her lip when it felt very good. The soft giggle before a loud crashing moan.

"She's beautiful." Danielle said it sincerely.

"I'm lucky."

"The way you look at her." She shook her head a little. "Josh looks at me like that. You have to. To survive the lifestyle."

"I don't know if I can... or want to."

She turned her head and looked at me. Something genuine and unhurried in her expression. "You don't have to define it."

I rested my head on her shoulder, it was comfortable. She felt safe. It felt different to know her at this level. She was always just one of my wife's friends I rarely saw. Now she was comforting me while her husband did the same thing in a completely different way to my wife.

Josh and Jessica had found a rhythm that was filling the room. My wife's sounds climbed in that familiar way. The tightening sequence I could map from memory. The soft catch in her breath that you'd miss if you weren't looking for it. Danielle's hand was still on my back. Warm and still and not asking for anything.

I felt it before I acknowledged it. A slow return. Something about watching Jessica. The sounds she made. The way her hands gripped the sheets. The particular angle of her head when she was close. It was involuntary and total and I had apparently been in love with my wife for long enough that my body had its own opinions about what it found compelling.

Danielle noticed. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "There he is." She said it warmly. No triumph in it.

"Apparently."

She laughed and turned toward me. "Can I?"

Danielle was confident in a way that absorbed any remaining awkwardness and just metabolized it into something new. She moved like someone entirely comfortable in their own body, which after a whole weekend of watching her was not surprising.

But I kept finding myself distracted.

Specifically, by her chest.

I was not subtle about it, and she found this genuinely funny.

"You can touch them you know." She said it in between a laugh.

So, I did. I buried my face in them. Squeezed them in both hands, felt their full weight. Pushed them together, squeezed them separately, and in all the ways that seemed available to me. She was laughing and also clearly not objecting. I took one into my mouth and her laugh shifted registers into something less conversational.

"You can just pretend I'm not here if you want."

I could not explain why this particular feature of Danielle had taken up so much of my awareness over the entire weekend... the last decade really. I wasn't going to pass up my chance.

She arched her back and gave me better access, and I chose to interpret this as an invitation to continue indefinitely.

She was loud in a way that was entirely genuine; nothing manufactured about it. I could feel Josh and Jessica watching us now, the same way we had watched them. It sat differently than I expected. Not exhibitionism exactly. More like something witnessed.

Danielle's hands were in my hair again. Gentler this time. Like she was taking care of someone. Her sounds had changed from the earlier urgency into something slower and more continuous. A warm ongoing narration of wherever she was.

"Is he ready for me?"

I realized my early problem was completely gone. It was pressing into my thigh, as hard as it's ever been. I nodded, looked up into her eyes and watched her smile grow. Her tongue passed between her lips, she looked down and I felt her voice change.

"Then stand up. Let me taste him."

I did. Looking down at her bare chest, leading my tip to her face. She sucked it in like a magnet. A happy little purr vibrated around my cock. Her hand joined in and I felt like a spectator once more.

The sounds she made nearly drowned out the slap of skin from our spouses. They went back to their own activities, a short glance every now and then. I was getting sucked into a different focus. The soft bounce of her breasts as her entire upper body seemed to move with her mouth. I wanted them to shake more. To try and corral them while I made them quake.

Danielle saw the change in my face. Her sultry voice reminded me of that first night I watched her with her husband. The cabin show. I barely processed what she said.

"Do you want to?"

My head never nodded faster. Her dress was wrapped around her hips. Pulled down and up at the same time. Neither of us tried to remove it completely. We pushed quickly into position, fidgeted with the alignment and groaned together as it entered.

My hands filled themselves with her breasts like they had a mind of their own. They spilled and overflowed as I used them for leverage. I settled into the perfect little jog. Enough to make her chest bounce and rebound in a motion that reminded me of crashing waves.

A happy little grin was painted between her cheeks. Like we were basking in the sun on a summer evening. My hips had found their rhythm. No struggle to maintain in. It was leisurely. A stroll through an art gallery with beautifully curved canvases dancing in the wind.

A loud screech from my wife woke me from the spell I was under. While Dani and I were on a Sunday afternoon picnic, our spouses were climbing a peak they were ready to jump from. A slap. A strong hand around my wife's neck while she tried to scream around it.

"Fuck Josh... harder... fuck me harder... make me scream... slap me." CRACK. "HARDER!" CRACK. CRACK. "YES!"

Jessica's voice overflowed around her. Stealing everyone's attention while she spasmed in possessed shakes. Josh growled like I'd never heard. His voice arriving like a semi hitting a wall.

"Where do you want it? Fuck it's coming... I can't stop it... it's so... FUCKING... TIGHT!"

"Paint me Josh... Cover me... do it... fuuuu-"

I hadn't even noticed my own hips moving faster. Danielle's curves rebounding further. Her face racing past that soft pleasurable state. Into some else. Less controlled. Intense.

I slapped Danielle's breasts. It felt like slapping water. Creating stunning ripples through it. I did it again. Danielle laughed but made no effort to stop me. My hands gripped behind her neck, drew our faces near and completely released the passion building in my loins.

I felt myself getting close and pulled back slightly. Wanted it to last a little longer. She noticed and made a sound of protest.

"No... just give it to me... I want it... all over..." She stopped herself and let her grin and sudden drop of her eyes finish the sentence.

A few more minutes and the heat in my core became something I couldn't negotiate with. I told her. She nodded immediately, pulled me out and held her chest together with both hands and looked up with an expression that was equal parts invitation and entertainment.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. The sheer cheerful practicality of her.

I finished across her chest. It was a lot. Like I had been building it up all weekend and not my fourth orgasm of the last two days. She looked down and then back up and then back down again. Lifting her nipple up to her mouth to taste me. God she was sexy in that moment.

"Good lord Johnny."

Jessica made a noise from across the bed that sounded like suppressed laughter. Josh joined her.

"The whole weekend." Danielle announced to the room, gesturing at herself. "I wait the whole weekend."

"Was it worth it?" Jessica asked.

Danielle considered this with genuine thoughtfulness while still holding her own chest together. "Fuck yes." Another lift, lick and giggle.

The room fell into laughter. Real and unguarded and a little exhausted. The kind of laughter that belongs at the end of a movie.

Somebody pushed under the duvet first. I don't remember who. We ended up in a loose configuration across the bed that defied easy description. Danielle had claimed my left arm. Jessica was folded into my right side. Josh was somewhere at the perimeter of this arrangement seemingly unbothered.

The lights were low. Someone had found the right temperature. Nobody was in a hurry to be anywhere.

"Cabin in two months." Danielle said it to the ceiling.

"Jordan gamemastering." Jessica laughed quietly. "Still can't picture it."

"She's been planning since February apparently." Danielle shifted slightly. "She's been very secretive about it."

"That means it's either going to be incredible or completely unhinged." Josh offered.

"Do you think it's too much for her?" My wife said it into my shoulder.

"No." Danielle said it like fact. "There's a lot of pent up something inside of her. I'm almost scared to see all of it unleashed."

Silence settled comfortably back over the room. The good kind. Nobody filling it just to fill it.

"Thank you." Danielle said it quietly after a while. "For letting this happen on your terms. Both of you."

Jessica lifted her head. "Thank you for being patient with us."

"You were worth the wait." She said it simply. Then after a pause: "Both of you."

"I guess we need to come down and see you sometime..." Josh chuckled it out.

"I don't even know if there's a club in our city."

"Oh, there is. I've searched." His head lifted lightly at my wife, a smile at me before settling back to the pillow.

I stared at the ceiling and listened to four people breathing in the same slow rhythm.

Outside the window the city was doing whatever cities do when nobody is watching. In here the sheets were warm and the weekend had finally finished saying what it came to say.

"Cabin." Jessica murmured. Already half asleep.

"Cabin." Danielle confirmed.