Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

  Marie laughed and took her sister by the arm as they walked toward Brad and Claire standing ankle-deep in the surf. C.J. turned and followed them. I stood there thinking about what Marie and I had discussed. It was a lot to process, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But there was surely at least a grain of truth to it. The more a woman gives, the more men seem to expect it every time. If she swallows your come on your birthday, you begin to expect it on your average Tuesday. If she wears sexy lingerie Valentine’s Day, it can be actually disappointing to see her in just plain, white panties coming out of the bathroom after a shower.

  I sighed. I wanted her to feel safe enough to give me treats without her feeling like she was disappointing me when she didn’t. Something to work on. And as loathe as I was to admit it, I probably owed C.J. yet again for bringing that to light.

  The girls were giggling together as I approached, each of them so sexy in her own way. Lena’s running shorts and clingy tee highlighted her tits and ass, making her look like a fantasy co-ed. Claire was holding her dress bunched up at her waist to keep it out of the water, her legs bare and speckled with surf foam. Marie’s halter dress had gotten wet and was translucent in places, giving flashes of the skin beneath, and in particular one pink, swollen nipple. The only thing hotter would be to have them all naked at once….

  “Let’s go skinny dipping,” I said.

  Claire looked at me. “Is that a suggestion or an order?”

  I smiled and she responded by whipping her dress up over her head and tossing it at me. Naked with her milky skin and big swaying tits, she swished her hips from side to side and then spun and dove into the water. Lena followed suit, wiggling out of her tight clothes. She sashayed over to me, completely naked, and handed over her shorts and tee. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad streak past me, also naked, his big dong swinging between his legs and he ran toward the water. Lena giggled and chased after him.

  “Jesus, we’re all going to get arrested,” my wife groaned before she too stripped bare and ran into the surf.

  Predictably, her nudity triggered C.J. who hurriedly stripped down and joined the others in the water. By the time I got into the water myself, C.J. was behind my giggling wife, hands on her hips as they jumped the waves. Whatever had gone wrong with them back in the day, they had a fearsome sexual chemistry. After another six months, she might again tire of him, but for now it was obvious that were I not there, he’d soon find a way to get his cock inside her, and she’d be happy about it.

  I edged up next to her, and he slid to the other side so that she was between us. She looked from one side to the other, and I could tell she was thinking about us both. She’d already taken two cocks at once on the vacation, but that had been with Brad and while I was with her sister, and I had the sense she was hoping for a redo of the experience, this time with C.J. and me instead. And I had to admit, it was a weirdly hot idea, particularly when I pictured her riding me while I held her butt cheeks apart for him to fuck her ass. I shivered with excitement and angst.

  Meanwhile, a few feet away, Lena and Claire were taking turns trying to use Brad’s cock to splash water on each other. How was I going to get all of this out of my head so that we could continue to see them socially after we got home? It was all so surreal.

  I felt a drop.

  “Uh oh,” Marie said.

  I looked up just as sheets of rain began to fall. Like flipping a switch, we were in the middle of a squall. Without thinking, we all ran back to the sand, laughing and screeching. Then holding our bunched up, sopping, and sandy clothes we scurried naked back toward the house, hoping not to be observed. It was silly and glorious, running naked in the pouring rain. Marie and Lena were holding hands and laughing. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them and Claire, great asses and jiggling tits.

  Coming up the rear, I slammed the door shut to find the rest of them out of breath, dripping wet, and laughing nervously inside. The nudity. The sudden rain. The excitement of streaking across the beach and through the development. It all conspired to generate a palpable electricity in the air. Marie’s nips were rock hard. C.J.’s cock was standing at nearly attention. Lena was flushed and gasping. Claire was licking her lips and swaying sultrily. Right on the edge, and I knew that we were only a word, a glance, a sigh away from collapsing into a writhing orgiastic mass.

  We’d had some threesomes and some spying, but no all-out group sex yet on this adventure. Lena and Claire would surely be up for putting on a real show. And who was I kidding, as long as C.J.’s dick was in the mix, my wife would probably out-whore them both. And from the way C.J. was leering at Marie’s ass, I had a pretty good idea he was ready to oblige. Brad was eyeing his wife hungrily, and I knew he was surely picturing her taking three cocks at the same time. But… fuck them. This was my night, not theirs.

  I grabbed my wife by the hand and pulled her close.

  “I don’t feel like sharing tonight,” I said.

  Marie’s surprise melted into a smile, though I could see the others deflating ever so slightly. I started toward the master bedroom with Marie in tow.

  “We’re going to borrow the big bed tonight,” I added.

  Brad nodded, though he was obviously disappointed.

  I took another step toward the bedroom. Then I paused. I reached out my hand toward Claire. “Come join us.”

  “I thought we weren’t sharing,” Marie whined.

  “I’m not sharing,” I said to general laughter.

  Claire gave Brad a smirk as his hungry expression returned. She then smiled at my pouty wife. “He did win the contest.”

  “You think you can handle them?” I said to Lena.

  She slid over between Brad and C.J. and took a cock in each hand. “Might need some reinforcements, but this is a good start.”

  I left her flanked by two naked men, and flanked by two naked women myself, I proceeded into the master bedroom. I pulled them close to the bed, and then released them and sat down facing them.

  “How about a kiss?” I suggested.

  Claire had rescued a nearly full wine bottle from the beach and was clutching it in her hand. She raised it to her mouth and took a healthy swig. There is something intensely debauched and unaccountably hot about a naked woman, with wet hair, guzzling from a wine bottle. Claire added to it the moment she finished drinking by cupping my wife by the back of the neck and pulling her into a sloppy kiss. Marie tried to squirm away, but Claire held her tight and forced her tongue into my wife’s mouth.

  “Jesus, Claire,” Marie sputtered when she managed to break the clinch.

  “What?” I asked. “You can only do that for Mike and Luis?”

  My wife groaned. “Give me that,” she said as she grabbed the bottle. She took a swig as well and then handed it to me.

  “Gentler this time,” I said. “Like you’re two innocents kissing for the first time.”

  Claire snorted. Marie rolled her eyes.

  “It’s called roleplaying,” I said. “Just look into each other’s eyes.”

  They turned to face each other and broke into giggles.

  “This is ridiculous,” my wife insisted.

  “Shhh. Just relax. Just look at each other.”

  More giggles, but this time briefer. Quieter. A connection building. Marie’s breaths quickened. Claire blushed and looked away for a moment before resuming eye contact.

  I took a sip of wine and stood, walking behind my wife. I trailed a finger across her lower back, and whispered in her ear, “Look at how beautiful she is.” Marie watched her friend closely. Her amazing green eyes, the flush in her cheeks, her full lips pursed and darkening.

  Then I slid behind Claire and together we watched my wife, her eyes glistening, her breaths coming in quick gasps. “You’ve always wanted her,” I suggested, “the boys were just an excuse.”

  “Yes,” Claire gasped.

  A glimmer of surprise crossed Marie’s face, and then she blushed and looked away. I sat back down on the bed faci
ng them.

  “Hold hands,” I ordered.

  They obeyed and now stood gazing into each other’s eyes, hands linked together. Marie licked her lips unconsciously.

  “Is it getting hot in here?” Claire said.

  “Mmmm,” I replied. “Very hot.” I began slowly stroking my hard cock. “Kiss again.”

  This time it was much more tentative. Not just a party trick. They were paying attention to each other and connected, so it was more meaningful and more fraught. Not just a stunt to please a guy. For the first time, they were really going to kiss each other.

  Claire was again the bolder of the two. She raised their hands so that they were palm to palm. Then she slowly moved in, her body twisting slightly from side-to-side, sensuously closing the distance between them. Marie bit her lip, and then they were face-to-face, inches apart, eyes locked. Marie’s lips puckered, reaching for Claire’s. She closed her eyes and their lips touched. A fleeting connection. Then another peck, still tentative and gentle and over almost before it began.

  “Oh God,” Marie gasped. Claire gulped.

  Their nipples were rock hard and fingers intertwined. My wife glanced at me, and I could see in her eyes that she sort of wished I wasn’t there so she could explore Claire in private. Claire, though, was either less self-conscious or just more excited. She leaned in and kissed my wife softly on the neck. Marie’s eyes fluttered and she sighed. She turned back toward her friend.

  My wife leaned in and kissed her friend on the side of the mouth. Claire giggled and flicked out her tongue, teasing Marie’s lower lip. They kissed again, a series of short, breathy pecks on the lips. Claire brought her hands in and cupped my wife’s face, then she kissed her softly all over, on her cheek, her nose, her chin, her eyebrow. Marie’s hands dropped down and rested on the swells of her friend’s hips.

  It was hotter than I could have hoped or imagined. They were both radiant, eyes bright, cheeks shiny with excitement. They kissed again, open-mouthed this time, tongues flicking. Their bodies moved together, coming together first at the hips so their mounds were touching. Claire wrapped her arms around Marie’s neck, and Marie’s hands slid onto Claire’s lower back, fingertips pressing into the top of the redhead’s firm ass. More kissing. Wet and mixed with gasps. They pressed their torsos together, shimmying gently as their hard nipples slid across each other’s chests.

  I edged back toward the headboard. “Sit together on the bed.”

  They sat side-by-side, but twisted at the waist to face each other. Claire’s hand slid onto my wife’s leg, her fingertips teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. They kissed again, and Marie palmed her friend’s heavy boob. More kissing. Wetter. Deeper. Claire moaned as Marie managed her nipple, letting it slide between her slender fingers. Claire made little circles on my wife’s thigh, moving further up, and Marie spread her legs invitingly.

  I was giving myself a slow stroke every ten seconds or so. Anything more, and I’d have shot my load all over my lap. They didn’t look over at me, which made it all the hotter. For the moment, I was a voyeur watching two hot chicks getting it on. The fact that one of them was my wife made it all the hotter.

  Marie let out a throaty moan, and I saw Claire smile broadly. “You’re a juicy little slut, aren’t you,” Claire teased. “That all for me?” Claire’s wrist curled as she explored my wife’s sensitive folds.

  “Oh God,” Marie sighed.

  Claire leaned forward and sucked one of my wife’s hard nipples into her mouth. Marie gasped.

  “I’ve always loved your tits,” Claire said.

  “I love yours,” Marie replied. She was now massaging both of her friend’s big tits as Claire alternated sucking on my wife’s hard, dark red nubs while at the same time rubbing her clit faster and faster.

  “You’re going to make me come,” Marie cried out. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh Gawdddd!” She threw her head back and shuddered as she came.

  Claire eased Marie onto her back, and climbed above my wife on her hands and knees. Big tits dangling against my wife’s chest, Claire kissed Marie passionately. Marie bent her knee between Claire’s legs, and as they kissed wetly, I could see Claire start to rub her pussy against my wife’s leg. Marie pulled one of Claire’s nipples to her mouth and sucked hard enough that the skin of her breast stretched taut. Claire moaned, her hips pumping faster and faster as she humped her friend’s thigh. Marie pulsed her leg to meet Claire’s thrusts. They kissed again, gasping into each other’s mouths.

  “Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck,” Claire cried out suddenly as she too was wracked by a killer climax.

  She collapsed onto my wife. The rolled over so that they were on their sides, facing each other. More kisses. Soft. Gentle. Loving. And while I would have liked to watch them like that forever, I need release.

  “Um, girls?”

  They looked up at me. “Oh, you’re still here,” Marie said.

  Claire laughed. “Did you like the show?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, but….” I nodded toward my raging hardon.

  Marie shrugged. “You can’t take care of that by yourself?”

  They both laughed at what I presume was my crestfallen expression. But then in unison, they flipped over on their hands and knees and moved toward me. It was a sight I’d never expected to see. Two beautiful, naked women, glowing orgasmically, crawling toward my rigid prick. I spread my legs and they slid up in between. Marie kissed her way up my inner thigh. Claire, keeping eye contact, trailed her fingernail across my quad.

  Marie peered up at me, her blue eyes heavy lidded. “So, what, Bubby, you think just because you won that silly contest, we’re going to service you?”

  I groaned. Service me. “Yes, please,” I said, trying to sound confident, knowing I was actually closer to begging.

  Claire had joined Marie, and they looked up at me, cheek-to-cheek, inches from the head of my prick. Until this weekend, that would have been enough for me. I’d never seriously thought that I’d ever have two, hot, horny women, on hand and knee, squeezed between my legs and peering, not disinterestedly, at my hard cock. Isn’t that already fantasy material? But that is the nature of fantasies. The moment you achieve them, you want more. As hot as it was to watch Claire and Marie get each other off and then scoot up between my legs, I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied with that. So I manned up.

  “Suck it, bitches,” I growled.

  They didn’t quite buy it. Their smirks made that clear. But they didn’t protest either. Claire went high, swirling her tongue around the head of my cock. Marie went low, kissing and sucking my balls.

  “Oh God,” I groaned.

  My wife took my scrotum into her hot mouth. Her friend swallowed my cock into her hot, wet mouth. She bobbed up and down, and then began licking my shaft from the head down. Halfway, she met Marie coming up, and then they kissed their way back up my prick so that my cockhead was in the middle of their sloppy, tongue-kissing. And that’s a simple truth. You haven’t lived until you’ve managed to get your cock in the middle of two hot women passionately making out. Between kisses they took turns swallowing my cock. Marie gulped me down. Then Claire. Then my wife again. I was moaning louder and louder, my hands slipping into each woman’s hair. I was close.

  “Do you want it?” Claire asked Marie.

  “All yours,” my wife replied.

  “You’re so generous,” Claire said.

  Claire slowly sucked my prick deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling around my shaft. Marie again dipped low to lick and suckle my balls. Claire lifted off me slowly until just the head of my prick was still in her mouth, and she began firmly stroking my wet shaft.

  “Oh God,” I moaned as my vision blurred and my cock exploded. Claire didn’t flinch as she milked my load onto her tongue. “Oh God, that was amazing,” I sighed.

  Claire grinned at me with hints of come leaking from between her lips. Then as I watched in shock, she grabbed a handful of my wife’s hair and pulled her into a wet, sloppy embrace. Marie gasped
in surprise as Claire transferred my load into her mouth. She tried to spit it back out, but Claire just kissed her harder, and after that initial shock, Marie seemed to get into it. They kissed open-mouthed, tongue wrestling, lips smacking, a sticky, shiny mess of jism and spit coated their mouths, and dripped down their chins onto their boobs.

  Though they were still swapping my come back and forth, they again almost seemed to forget about me. Claire let out a lusty growl and again rolled my wife onto her back, climbing on top, on her hands and knees.

  “I’m going to feast on your twat,” Claire purred.

  Marie broke the mood by laughing. Claire dug her nail into my wife’s nipple.

  “Owww, you bitch.”

  Claire grinned and then leaned forward and tenderly sucked Marie’s injured nub into her mouth. She licked it all around, making eye contact with Marie the whole time. Then slowly, she began kissing and licking down my wife’s belly, closer and closer to her red, puffy snatch. She flicked her tongue between her labia, teasing my wife’s hooded clit. Marie jolted and let out a small gasp. Claire positioned herself between my wife’s legs and spread her thighs apart. Marie squirmed at being so exposed. Claire trailed her fingertips across my wife’s sensitive thighs and traced the outline of her pussy, coaxing it open, exposing the sensitive, pink flesh within.

  “Your wife has such a pretty pussy,” she said to me.

  I nodded, feeling a surge of absurd pride, realizing too late I was being set up.

  “Brad couldn’t stop raving about how tight she is,” she said, lowering the boom.

  “Jesus, Claire,” Marie hissed, though she couldn’t hide her amused grin.

  Claire nibbled gently on her lips. “What?” she asked in mock innocence. “I’m sure it turns Dan on to know that other men like fucking you. Doesn’t it, Dan? A little scary too, though, right, Dan? Knowing that all Marie has to do to get some strange is a smile and a wink.”

  “I trust her,” I replied.

  “And look where that got you,” she teased. Marie gasped as Claire flicked at her clit. “Mmmmm, such a tasty pussy.”