This story is a collaboration between myself and my good friend Gina
We hope you enjoy.
The rest of that night was filled with booze and sex, especially sex. My favorite memory from the night was when our husbands were lying side by side on one of the beds. Sharon and I were straddling them, riding our respective husbands' cocks, and we were kissing and playing with each other's tits. Our husbands loved that too.
* * *
The following Wednesday, Sharon and I were enjoying a leisurely swim in my pool and trying to come up with ideas for what to do for our husbands next. Again, we shared that the sex had been incredible every night since the weekend, and showed no signs of slowing down.
"My aunt is coming to visit in a couple of days." She confided in me. Fortunately, mine was too, but a day or two after hers. "So we have time to think of something." I told her.
At one point, she crooked a finger to me. I could tell by the naughty grin on her face what she wanted. While moving toward her, I realized this would be the first time anything had happened between us when we hadn't been drinking. Still, I wasn't opposed to it.
Sure enough, she pulled me in and kissed me passionately. "I love kissing you." She told me when we broke that kiss.
I moved my hands up to her huge tits and began running my hands over them. "You don't hear me complaining, do you?"
She smiled at me, "The other night in the parking lot of the club, I was already horny from making out with that guy, and with you on the dance floor, so when you kissed me, I came."
"I didn't know." I confessed. "I do know it was different because it was just us . . . for us—not for our husbands. To me, that was hotter than anything else we did."
"I know!" She exclaimed. "It's different when it's just for us."
"Yes." I agreed.
"Right now, this is just for us." She purred, and then she kissed me again. When she withdrew, she asked me straight out, "How did you feel about the blowjobs?"
I knew what she was asking. I shrugged, "It wasn't much different than me giving Harvey one. It was more erotic, probably because we were both doing it at the same time."
"Do you think it's weird that our husbands like watching us do things . . . like with other people, I mean?"
I considered her question. We were still standing face to face, our hands on each other's waists. "Yes, a little. I'm not sure that's normal."
"Hon, they've been best friends since Junior High for a reason. They have similar tastes."
"So why am I just now finding out about it?" I asked her.
"Hell, I didn't find out about Gary until a little over a year ago, and that was by accident."
"Oh, how did you find out?"
"We were at the beach in the Bahamas. It wasn't a nude beach or even a tops optional one. I was sunbathing face down with my bikini top undone. He asked me if I was ready to go for a swim, so I asked him to hook my top for me. He chuckled and told me that I didn't need my top. And that's how it started. It just progressed from there."
And then Sharon looked me in the eyes and said, "Of course, I was very limited until you expressed an interest in learning how I was making sex so good with Gary. I didn’t have that many options. I just flashed a guy here and there, kissed one or two, but it drove Gary crazy, so I kept looking for more daring things to do."
"I guess we've both come a long way, huh?"
Sharon giggled, "That's an understatement. I'm really enjoying it though. Before, it was mostly for him, but now, I'm having a blast with it . . . thanks to you."
I kissed her passionately again and then told her straight out, "I want to take you upstairs and make love to you, just you and me, no husbands watching."
Sharon smiled at me, "I thought you'd never ask."
* * *
Why did this seem so natural? Why didn't it even cause me a moment of pause to lead another woman into my bedroom—mine and my husband's bedroom, and crawl onto the bed with her? Why didn't I at least hesitate to hug her and snuggle my body up against hers?
I didn't know why. I only knew it felt natural. I only knew that it felt wonderful. I only knew that kissing her made my pussy gush, and I only knew that feeling her tits, and feeling her hands on mine made me feel incredibly sexy, desirable, and desiring of her.
I only knew when she began kissing down my body, knowing what was imminent, I longed for it to happen. And I was anxious for my turn to reciprocate.
Yes, I was anxious to taste her. I was anxious to see if I could give her pleasure . . . anxious to see if I could make her beg me to stop.
"God!" I gasped when her tongue first touched my pussy. It felt incredible. And when she worked her tongue between my folds and began licking me there, I immediately felt my orgasm building deep inside me.
I didn't expect her to giggle, but she did. She looked up at me with a grin, "Our husbands would kill to watch this."
"Shut up and eat my pussy." I ordered her in a strained voice.
And then she did the very last thing I expected. She stopped. Ignoring my protest, she moved up on the bed and looked deep into my eyes, "Relax, Hon. I'm going to make you cum, I hope several times, and then you're going to do the same for me. But you need to relax and have fun with it. Don't get all serious on me."
I stared back at her, "I'll try." I told her.
And then she giggled, "Okay then, I'm going to go back to eating your pussy now. And by the way, you taste wonderful."
How could she make so light of what we were doing . . . of what she was doing to me? Couldn't she tell I was on the verge of cumming—that I really, really wanted to cum? I wanted to scream at her, 'help me cum now—right now!"
Of course, I did cum, several times, in fact. And then she kissed me for a long time while I was riding the waves of my last and most powerful orgasm. I was in heaven.
My first taste of her pussy surprised me. She was obviously very horny, so her juices were slightly tangy, but they were sweet at the same time. Not only did I not mind the taste, I loved it.
"That's it, baby, lick me just like that. Ooooo yes, right there. Oh god! You need to teach Gary how to do that. He can't eat pussy for shit."
When Sharon came the first time, I couldn't believe how sweet and slick her cum was. I loved it. I wanted to taste it over and over, so I did.
* * *
Harvey got home early that day. Sharon and I were already outside, sitting under the umbrella and having a drink. We were both still naked.
"Oh hey." He said to Sharon. "I saw you car in the drive. What are you two up to?"
Sharon giggled, "Nothing now. We're just having a drink. Of course, if you'd come home an hour ago, you'd have been able to watch your wife and I eating each other's pussies."
My husband stopped in his tracks, his eyes bouncing from me to Sharon. "Really?"
"Yes really." I responded to his question with a giggle. "Her pussy tastes really sweet too."
I thought he was going to faint. "If I'd known . . ."
"We might let you watch next time." Sharon teased him.
"Shit! I need a drink." He said as he turned and went back into the house.
"You're bad!" I scolded Sharon.
"Hey, you didn't deny it. You're the one that told him how sweet my pussy tasted."
"Yeah, but you started it."
She raised her glass, "Touché".
"Aren't you overdressed?" Sharon asked my husband when he came back outside with his drink in hand.
He stared at her, "Should I call Gary to come over?"
"Nah, he's still at work." Sharon answered him. "Jill and I are naked, so turn about is fair play."
As my husband was taking off his suit, he looked at us, "So you two really . . ."
Both Sharon and I laughed out loud. I answered, "Yes, sorry you weren't here to watch. It was too fucking hot."
"That's the story of my life."
When we'd all finished our drinks, Sharon stood up and stretched mightily, "Well, I guess I'd better get home. Gary has been in a mood since last weekend. If I'm not there to fuck him when he gets home, the dog might be in jeopardy."
Harvey and I both laughed at that. And then Sharon stepped over and sat on my husband's lap. She immediately pulled one of his hands up to her tits. And then she turned her head and looked at him, "Jill needs a good fucking tonight. Are you up to it, or do we need to call those two guys from the club?"
"I think I can handle it." He told her.
"Then see that you do." And with that, she got up and went in to dress and drive home to greet her husband.
* * *
It was two weeks later when I greeted my husband as he came home from work. It was Friday, and for the first time in a long while, I wasn't naked when he got home.
After kissing me, he showed me a questioning look. I put my hand on his cheek and smiled at him, "I'm going to be spending the night with Sharon and Gary tonight. I hope you don't mind."
"All night?" He questioned me.
"Yes. Tomorrow night, Sharon will spend the night over here."
I giggled, "Yes, without Gary. We flipped a coin to see who would go where first."
"Are you going to fuck him?"
"I'm not sure how the night will go. Whatever happens, happens, just like it's going to be tomorrow night when she's over here. There won't be any rules. Are you going to be okay with that?"
"I think so, but I'll miss you tonight."
"Sharon and I will make it up to you tomorrow night." And with that, I kissed him again and walked out to my car.
* * *
"Does Gary know yet?" I asked Sharon when she greeted me at the door.
"No, he doesn't have a clue. He just went upstairs to take a shower. I'm fixing us some snacks."
"How should we let him know?" I asked her.
"You could always go join him in the shower." She answered me with a naughty grin.
"Will you come with me?"
"Nah, you go ahead." She said with a giggle.
I listened intently as I approached the door to their master bedroom. The shower wasn't running. When I peeked in, Gary was naked and just walking into the bathroom. And then I heard the water come on. I waited until I heard the door close on the walk-in shower. And then I crept silently through their bedroom and peeked into the bathroom. Gary was already in the shower.
I undressed quickly, took a deep breath, and yanked open the shower door. Gary was naturally startled to see me, but I ignored him and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind me. "Hi".
"Hello there." He said with a chuckle. "Where's Sharon?"
"She's downstairs in the kitchen fixing some snacks."
He gave me a puzzled look, "Where's Harv?"
"He's at home. He knows he's going to be sleeping alone tonight."
"Oh? He knows you're here?" Gary asked me with that same puzzled look on his face.
"Yes," I said as I reached out and slid my fingers around his growing cock. "And he knows I'm going to be spending the night here."
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
"Yes, and tomorrow, Sharon is going to spend the night at our house . . . without you."
It took a minute for my words to soak in on him, and then he said, "I guess I'd better make the most of tonight then, huh?"
Gary reached up with both hands and cupped my tits. I smiled at him, "I hope you do."
And then, all of a sudden, the shower door opened. Sharon was standing there with her iPhone in her hand. She snapped a couple of pictures.
"What the fuck?" Gary exclaimed.
Sharon laughed, "I'm sending these to Harv."
"Wait!" I shouted at her. "We can do better than that." I said as I spun around. I pulled one of Gary's hands down to my pussy and left his other hand on my tit. And then I tilted my head back and said, "Kiss me like you mean it."
"Perfect!" Sharon said before closing the door. We could hear her laughing all the way out of the bathroom.
"Is this for real?" Gary asked me when Sharon was gone.
"It's as real as you want it to be." I told him.
Hearing that, he pushed me against the wall of the shower and worked a finger inside me. He was staring me in the eyes when I purred to him, "The pictures of me eating Sharon's pussy later will drive him nuts."
* * *
"So, did you fuck him?" Harvey asked me two seconds after I came through the door the next morning.
I looked at him for several seconds before asking him, "Does it matter?"
"Fuck yes it matters." He exclaimed.
If I was reading my husband right, he was more excited than jealous. "Okay, if you must know, I didn't fuck him, he fucked me. I was eating Sharon's pussy, and he started fucking me from behind while I did it."
I could see him trying to form a mental picture of that, so I continued, "I was fucking her with my tongue and tasting her sweet pussy juice, and the next thing I knew, I felt Gary's hard cock pressing against my hot pussy."
"Go on" He urged me in a raspy voice.
It was obvious Harvey was getting really turned on by hearing about my experiences from the night before. I put my arms around his neck and pulled him down and myself up so that I could purr into his ear, "He's not as thick as you, so he was able to slide his hard cock into my wet pussy easily."
Harvey pushed me up against the wall and began tugging at my slacks, so I teased him some more, "Oh baby, my pussy was so wet from eating Sharon's pussy. I love eating her pussy."
My husband finally managed to get my slacks and panties off, and then he pinned my hands above my head with one hand, and raised one of my legs with the other. I reached between us and guided his hard cock to my opening.
"Yes, baby, fuck me like Gary did. He fucked me while I ate his wife's pussy. Your friend fucked me good. He made me cum."
Harvey was fucking me hard, slamming my back into the wall behind me. His face was contorted. He was like a mad man. I'd never seen him like that.
"That's right, baby, fuck me like your friend did. Slam your hard cock into my pussy over and over like he did, so hard and so fast, he made me cum over and over."
Finally, I felt my husband's body stiffen and he began shooting his cum up into my pussy. "That's it, baby. Cum in my pussy like Gary did. Fill me up with your cum like he did."
When he was finished, we both slumped to the floor. When he could, he said through is panting, "Was all of that true?"
I looked him right in the eyes, "Yes."
"I love you, Jill." He said.
"I love you too, baby."
* * *
Harvey and I shared a shower and then took a nap. When we woke up, it was almost five p.m... "Sharon will be here in an hour." I told my husband as he was waking up.
"I want to see you eat her pussy." He told me through his sleepy eyes.
"I know." I giggled. "Don't worry, I love eating her pussy."
"You really do?"
I put my hand on his cheek, "Yes, baby, I really do."
* * *
I was in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "That should be Sharon. You get it." I told Harvey.
When my husband led Sharon in, she looked at me and asked, "What's with all the clothes?"
I was wearing a light robe. Harvey was wearing a t-shirt and light jogging shorts. I giggled and shot my friend a look, "You're not naked yet." A few seconds later, she was, so I told my husband, "Take Sharon into the den and entertain her for a few minutes while I finish up in here."
After I put the plate of finger sandwiches in the fridge, I went into the den. My husband was sitting in his recliner naked. Sharon was on her knees in front of him, playing with his cock and licking it from time to time.
I went to the bar and poured myself a drink, and then I sat on the sofa and watched them. "Having fun, baby?"
"Yes, yes I am." He said to me with a big grin.
I chuckled, "I thought I told you to entertain her, not the other way around."
Sharon looked around at me, "You don't hear me complaining."
"Then by all means, don't let me interrupt you." After taking a sip of my drink, I said, "By the way, he really loved hearing about Gary fucking me from behind while I was eating your pussy."
Sharon got it. She looked up at Harvey and asked him, "Oh, is that right? Which did you enjoy hearing about more, her eating my pussy, or Gary fucking her from behind while she was doing it?" And then she took the head of his cock between her lips.
"Both." He answered.
"You like hearing about another man fucking your wife?" She asked him.
"Yes." My husband answered in a strained voice as Sharon took the last inch of his cock into her mouth.
I spoke up, "Maybe we should go out and fuck some stranger so we can come home and tell our husbands about it."
Sharon looked up at Harvey, "Would you like that? Would you like hearing about me and your wife fucking some strange man?"
"Maybe he would rather watch." I said to Sharon.
"Oh, would you like to watch?" Sharon asked him, "Would you like to watch me and your wife fucking a strange man?"
And then, without warning, Harvey thrust his hips in the air and started spurting cum into the air before Sharon could get her mouth back onto him.
Sharon giggled, "Well, I guess that answers that question."
* * *
"Hell no! I wasn’t serious. I don't care what he wants. I won't do it. No way! Flirting, teasing, even making out is one thing, but there's no way I'm going to fuck some strange man just to get Harvey off." I told Sharon later while we sitting outside.
“Whoa! Calm down.” She scolded me. “I didn’t think you were serious, but I had to ask. I don’t think he’d want you to. He was seconds away cumming and we were teasing him pretty bad. He probably would have said yes to you gangbanging an entire football team. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you.”
She was probably right. At least I hoped she was.
* * *
When we went back inside, I called out to my husband, “We’re heading up to the bedroom. Bring us fresh drinks.”
When he came in, Sharon and I were already on the bed making out. I told him, “You just watch. We’ll let you know when we’re ready for you.”
Sharon and I continued making out, kissing and running our hands over each other’s bodies for ten minutes or so. And then I began kissing my way down her body. I only spent a minute or two kissing and sucking her nipples before continuing lower.
When I moved between Sharon’s legs and began licking her pussy, I heard my husband say in a reverent tone, “That’s what I’m talking about.”
Sharon giggled and I just looked over at him and grinned.
I was able to get her off once even without touching her clit. When she came, I immediately stuck my tongue into her pussy and lapped up her sweet cum.
When she calmed down, I concentrated on her swollen clit, sucking it into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue. She came again twice in the next two or three minutes.
When I knew she was ready to be fucked, I had her get in the same position I’d been in for Gary; on her knees at the foot of the bed with her ass in the air.
I almost assumed the position she’d been in when her husband was fucking me, but I thought better of it. Instead, I moved under her until we were in a sixty-nine. With her on her knees, I couldn’t really reach her clit with my tongue, so I had Harvey get me two pillows to put under my head. That worked. I could reach her clit and pussy easily.
When Harvey stepped up behind her, I discovered another huge advantage of being in that position; I had a close up view of his cock entering her pussy.
With only a little extra effort, I found that I could also lick his hard cock as it slid in and out of her, but I concentrated mostly on her clit.
It didn’t take long for the two of us to have Sharon moaning loudly, flailing her head back and forth, and her whole body convulsing.
Sharon came several times while my husband was fucking her. Her generous cum was dripping down into my hair and on my forehead.
When Harvey grunted and began shooting inside her, she lost it, screaming out, “FFFFUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK”.
She was still gasping for air, her abdomen still contracting almost violently when my husband let his softening cock slip out of her. Almost immediately, the mixture of his cum and hers began seeping out of her pussy.
I used my hands to pull her a little lower so I could clamp my mouth over her opening.
“Oh wow! That is too fucking hot!” My husband exclaimed.
Honestly, it wasn’t my favorite thing. I loved the taste of his cum and the taste of hers, but the mixture had a totally different taste and texture. Still, Harvey’s reaction made it worth doing.
Finally, Sharon got to her feet and helped me off the bed. After giving me a long passionate kiss, she pulled back and looked deep into my eyes, “I’m sorry, Jill.”
I didn’t understand, “Sorry for what?”
“While he was fucking me, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else. I totally ignored your pussy.”
I showed her a loving smile, “We have plenty of time. I’ll get my turn.” And then I turned to my husband. He was standing there watching us with our drinks in his hands.
“The ice melted. I’ll go get you fresh ones.”
“Bring them outside.” I called after him.
The instant Sharon and I stepped outside, she grabbed my arm and turned me to her, “God Jill, his cock . . . it’s amazing—I mean, it’s not that much bigger than Gary’s, but that little extra thickness . . .”
I let out a chuckle, “We won’t tell him that.”
“Or Gary” She added.
* * *
It was almost an hour before the three of us headed back upstairs to the bedroom. Harvey went into the bathroom to pee, so I had a minute alone with Sharon, “You can have another go with him.” I told her.
She grabbed me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss, whispering in my ear, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
I assured her I didn’t mind at all, “I can have him anytime.”
When Harvey reappeared from the bathroom, Sharon and I were making out hot and heavy. Since she’d pretty much ignored my pussy while he was fucking her, she insisted he only watch while she ate my pussy. He didn’t protest at all.
After she’d made me cum hard three times, I called Harvey over to join us. We had him lay on his back, and then proceeded to give him a double-header blowjob to make sure he was ready. When he was, Sharon straddled him and eased herself down on his hard cock.
I told her not to change positions until I got back. I went pee and then downstairs for a drink. While down there, I grabbed my cell phone.
When I got back to the bedroom, I sat my drink aside and showed Sharon my cell phone. She giggled, knowing exactly what I had in mind. She straightened up into a sitting position and pulled Harvey’s hands to her awesome tits. Click.
Next, she leaned forward, bracing herself on her outstretched arms, her tits hanging down in reach of my husband’s mouth. Click.
I checked the pictures to make sure they were both good ones, and then I went over and sat in the stuffed chair in the corner of the bedroom. I sent the pictures to Gary, then took up my drink and watched Sharon ride Harvey’s hard cock.
I was a little surprised when I realized watching Sharon fucking my husband without me being involved didn’t bother me at all—at least it didn’t make me jealous. It did affect me in that I found the whole thing very erotic. I’d never watched two people fucking without me being a part of it. The fact that one of them was my husband only made it hotter.
While going to sleep that night, the three of us spooning with Harvey in the middle, it didn’t bother me at all that he was turned toward Sharon with me spooned to his back. I knew he loved feeling of her big tits, so I assumed that’s where his hand was.
* * *
During our regular lunch on Wednesday, I admitted to Sharon how much I enjoyed watching Harvey fuck her. She didn’t seem surprised and even admitted she found watching Gary fuck me exciting as well. That’s when we came up with a new idea.
The following Saturday night, the four of us went out to a country and western club, The Crystal Chandelier. It was a larger club than we’d gone to in the past. It had a huge dance floor, four bars, and a large pool room.
All four of us went in Sharon’s SUV. She and I went in first. We got there early enough to get a four seat table along the railing that surrounded the dance floor on three sides, with the stage on the other side. Harvey and Gary waited thirty minutes before entering and finding a table in the back, approximately fifty feet behind us.
There were three main differences in this club than the others we’d been to, aside from it being a lot larger. First, it was a lot younger crowd. Secondly, there were no booths. Anything we did would be right out in the open. And lastly, even though the other clubs were also western, being near downtown Dallas, they weren’t as “country” as this one, which was near the outskirts of the metro area. That meant the patrons were much more country, and they dressed the part. It was mostly a “boots, jeans, and western hats” kind of clientele.
Sharon and I dressed the part as well. We’d both purchased black felt western hats and new tank tops, mine white and hers light blue. They were both sheer enough to leave no doubt we were braless. Western boots and tight blue jeans finished off our wardrobes.
Around nine p.m. the club began filling up. We’d both already turned down several dances, telling each suitor to make sure and ask us again in an hour or so.
After two dozen dances or so, Sharon and I had each honed in on young cowboy who was willing to play our game. We invited them to join us at our table.
“How far do you want me to go?” Bret asked me when he was seated beside me at our table.
I shrugged, “How far can you go without getting thrown out of here?”
They both laughed, and then Sharon’s cowboy, James said, “Not very far in here.”
Sharon spoke up, “Then we’ll leave it up to you where to draw the line.”
“Really?” Bret asked in an excited voice.
“Yes really.” I answered for Sharon and I.
And then Sharon added, “When we get ready to leave, you two can walk us to our car where we can reward you for playing along.”
“Sounds good to me.” Bret said with a chuckle. And then he scooted his chair closer to mine, put his arm around me and drew me in for a passionate kiss.
When he broke our kiss, I looked across the table in time to see James kneading Sharon’s left tit while they were kissing. Bret saw it too and showed me a questioning look.
I put my mouth next to his ear, “We said we’d trust you to know where to draw the line.”
Hearing that, he immediately kissed me again, his hand finding my right tit. Damn, that boy could really kiss. My pussy was already getting wet.
* * *
During the next hour, there was a lot of dancing and making out. Finally, one of the bouncers came over to our table and told the four of us, “You folks need to get a room.”
Sharon and I excused ourselves to the Ladies room. On the way by our husbands, we gave them the signal it was time to go. They immediately got up and headed for the door.
When Sharon and I got back to our table, we told the guys that it was show time. They both seemed excited, but cautious. We assured them our husbands were a hundred percent on board, and that seemed to put them more at ease.
We had parked on the back parking lot way back in the corner. It was dark enough for privacy but there was enough light for our husbands to see us.
Sharon and I were both all over our “dates” on the walk to the car. When we got there, we stopped maybe three feet in front of the car and began making out with the cowboys.
I purred to Bret, “Take off my top.”
His eyes shot open, but he had a wide grin on his face as he set my hat on the hood of the car, pulled my tank top out of my jeans and pulled it over my head. After tossing it on the hood, he immediately pulled me to him and began kissing me again.
After a few minutes, I had him turn me toward the car and play with my tits. He was behind me, but he was tall enough for me to lean my head back so he could continue kissing me.
I was really enjoying the whole situation, so I let it go on a lot longer than I’d intended. Finally though, I had to end it. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck again, kissing him for another minute. “My husband is in the passenger seat.” I purred to him, “Go give him my top and thank him.”
Bret looked a little hesitant, but I put my arm around his waist, pulled on my western hat and urged him toward the side of the car. I made sure he kept one hand on my tit.
When he handed Harvey my top through the window and said “Thanks”, I hugged him and kissed him one last time while standing at Harvey’s window, then I got in the back seat.
I had to laugh when I looked through the windshield at Sharon. I hadn’t been paying any attention to her at all. She was topless as well, with James kissing her. The difference was, her jeans were open and he had a hand inside them, obviously finger fucking her.
When she saw Bret about to walk away, she grabbed his arm and pulled him to her. I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but he lowered his head and began sucking on the tit James wasn’t playing with.
“Holy shit!” I exclaimed when I saw what was going on.
Gary let out a chuckle, “She’s really into it.”
“I should say so.” I said in an awed tone.
Harvey looked back at me, “Too bad you two didn’t give them a little show.”
Without thinking about it, I said, “Hell, it’s not too late.” And I opened the back door and got out. I was still topless.
When I got to the front of the car, I told the boys, “Before we leave, you might want to see what we’re going to be doing when we get in the backseat,” and I pulled Sharon away from them and started making out with her.
“Fucking awesome!” James said.
“Wow!” Bret agreed.
After a minute or so, I told them, “Sorry boys, but we really do have to go.” And I practically pulled Sharon away.
When we were both in the backseat, Sharon and I went right back to making out. We were both horny as hell.
* * *
Entering our room at the Embassy Suites, I noticed right off that it only had one bed. It was a king-size bed though.
Gary brought out a bottle of Scotch. When he saw our surprise, he said “Hey, I was the designated driver. I have some catching up to do.”
Both Sharon and I began licking and sucking Harvey’s cock. We told Gary he’d have to watch—that his turn would come later.
When Harvey came, she and I had the head of his cock between our lips. We both had our tongues out catching his cum and swirling our tongues together. That drove both of our husbands crazy.
Afterward, we went to the bed and resumed making out while our husbands sat and watched.
Even though we were both way over the top horny, we took our time. We took turns giving each other pleasure. We stayed at it for almost an hour, making out, kissing, licking and sucking each other’s tits, and of course, going down on each other. When we were sure Harvey was ready for round two, I crawled off the bed and told both men to take my place.
I went to the wet bar, poured myself a glass of Scotch, and then returned to the bedroom. I sat in the stuffed chair in the corner of the room and just watched.
It wasn’t long until Sharon was kneeling on the foot of the bed with her ass in the air. My husband was fucking her from behind while she sucked her husband’s cock.
Gary came fairly quickly, so he got off the bed and went for a fresh drink. I took his place so she could eat my pussy while my husband was fucking her. Gary took my place in the stuffed chair and just watched.
Harvey was in his zone, so he was able to fuck her for a long time. I’m not sure how many times she came, but it was several. At times, Sharon was so loud, I was afraid someone was going to call security.
When Harvey finally came, and after Sharon had recuperated, she and I had Gary stand up so we could give the same type of blowjob we’d given Harvey earlier, except we didn’t want to make him cum. We just wanted to make sure he was more than ready to fuck me.
A few minutes later, I was on my knees just as Sharon had been earlier. While her husband fucked me from behind, I was licking her pussy. I could taste my husband’s cum mixed with hers.
Sharon showed me a grin and wink, and then she started talking to Harvey. “Isn’t that a great view, Harv? Do you like watching my husband fucking your slut wife? Do you like watching her lick your cum out of my hot pussy?”
I heard a faint “yes” from the direction of my husband.
“What’s that, Harv? I can’t hear you. I asked you a question.”
“Yes” he said louder.
“I knew it. I knew you would love watching my husband slam his hard cock into your wife’s wet pussy. He’s fucking her real good, Harv. You should come over here so you can see better—so you can see his cock coming out of her and slamming back inside her. C’mon, don’t be shy, Harv. Come over here and watch.”
When I looked in his direction, my husband was indeed standing beside the bed. I knew what Sharon was doing, so I joined in, “Can you see it, Harvey? Can you see his cock going in and out of my pussy? Ummmm, he’s fucking me soooooo good. He’s going to make me cum good, Harvey . . . soooooo good.”
When she sensed that I was on the verge, Sharon crawled off the bed and stood beside Harvey. “She’s almost there, Harv. My husband’s hard cock is going to make her cum hard. Do you want to see him make her cum?”
“Yes”, my husband said in little more than a mumble.
“Make her cum, Gary. Make her cum good.”
When my first orgasm hit me, I didn’t have to fake anything, “Oh God! Oh Fuck! Oh God, Harvey, I’m . . . Oh FUUUCCCKKK!”
“Don’t stop, Gary. Make her cum again. Tell him, Harv. Tell him to make her cum again.”
“Yes, make her cum again.” I heard Harvey mumble.
Gary redoubled his efforts. He began slamming his cock into me violently, pulling me back to meet his thrusts. Less than a minute later, I started cumming again. That’s when Gary’s cock grew more inside me and I heard him let out a loud grunt. My orgasm was just reaching its peak when I felt the first spurts of his cum hit deep inside my pussy.
I was still trying to catch my breath when I felt him withdraw. Almost instantly, I felt a mouth and tongue on my pussy. Sharon was lapping her husband’s cum out of my pussy. When she was finished, I heard her say, “Okay, Harv, your turn.”
When my husband stepped up behind me, I had to stop him. I needed to lie down. I crawled up further onto the bed and flipped over onto my back. And then I crooked a finger to my husband. “Come fuck me now.”
It was fifteen or twenty minutes and several powerful orgasms later when I had to make him stop. I simply couldn’t take anymore. “He’s all yours, Sharon.”
“Oh goody” She giggled as she was crawling onto the bed. Harvey used the break to rest his back, and then he crawled between her legs and began fucking her for all he was worth.
I was at the wet bar pouring myself a Scotch on the rocks when I heard her cum the first time. I leisurely walked back into the bedroom, past the bed, and to the stuffed chair where Gary was sitting. He started to get up, but I pushed him back and sat on his lap.
* * *
It was just after three a.m. when the four of us decided to call it a night. I spooned up against Harvey, and Sharon did the same to Gary.
We didn’t wake up until housekeeping knocked our door. Gary called down to the desk and requested a late check out. And then we went back to sleep.
* * *
When the four of us got back to mine and Harvey’s house, the guys headed straight for the den to watch football. Sharon and I poured ourselves each a little hair of the dog and went outside, removing our clothes on the way.
Sitting in the shade and sipping our drinks, I asked her, “So, how are we ever going to top last night?”
Sharon chuckled, “I don’t know, but I’m sure we can think of something if we put our heads together.”
* * *
The following Saturday night, Sharon and I walked into the Crystal Chandelier. The table we’d sat at the week before was empty, so after ordering a drink, we watched the front door.
About forty-five minutes later, Bert and James walked in. They spotted us right away and then began noticeably scanning the large room for Harvey and Gary.
They approached our table and asked if they could join us. After sitting and ordering two beers, Sharon answered their unspoken question, “Our husbands didn’t come with us tonight, so I guess you two are stuck with us—that is, if you think you can handle us.”