Summer Swing

by Ben Boswell

  I’d never quite lost my erection, and the combination of Claire’s taunts, her tongue working on my wife’s slit, and Marie’s moans had me back to go. I crawled over to my wife. She craned her neck to kiss me, and slipped her tongue into my mouth before I could even process it. Her mouth was hot, very wet, and a little musky, and I realized I was tasting myself. When we separated, she gave me a wicked grin confirming that she knew what she’d done.

  I didn’t have time to say anything before she began moaning loudly. I looked down to see Claire churning two fingers deep inside my wife. She lowered her face to Marie’s mound making her sigh and roll her hips. My wife’s nipples were cherry red and looked about ready to pop. I sucked one into my mouth, and she hissed as if scalded. She twisted her torso and swallowed my prick deep into her mouth. I gasped, and we writhed together, Claire eating my wife’s pussy, me sucking her titties, and she slurping on my cock. Marie came first, gasping and grunting.

  She pushed us away rolled over onto her belly gasping for breath. But face down and ass up, she seemed all the more tempting for Claire, who buried her face in my wife’s ass, slurping her pussy and anus from behind.

  “No more, no more,” Marie begged.

  Claire grinned. “Then it’s your turn to get to work.”

  She gave Marie a firm slap on the ass and then scooted up so that her bare, red, swollen pussy was at my wife’s face. Marie hesitated, but Claire wasn’t taking no for an answer. She wound her hand into Marie’s hair and pulled her mouth to her crotch. I leaned in closer to watch my wife’s first time eating pussy.

  Marie was tentative, like she didn’t know how to begin.

  “Just kiss it, Baby,” I suggested. She gazed at me heavy-lidded, seeming almost surprised to see me there. I worried that I’d broken the spell, but then she grinned and returned her attention to her friend’s wet slit.

  She seemed to be studying it, and the attention and anticipating was definitely working a number on Claire. Her hips were pumping slowly, and she was playing with her own nipples, pulling hard at them, stretching the skin, and lifting her heavy breasts away from her chest. She gasped when Marie began kissing and nibbling at the sensitive skin around her pussy. Marie pressed with her thumbs on either side of the slit, exposing Claire’s pink. Then with excruciating deliberateness, she ran her tongue down the middle, barely making contact, and making her friend shudder as much with frustration as pleasure.

  “Please, Baby,” Claire moaned.

  Marie smirked and gave her another just-barely-there fluttering kisses. Claire sighed. And again, but with just a little more contact. Claire arched her back and tried to force her pussy into Marie’s face, but my wife remained just barely out of reach. She was going to eat her friend out, but on her own terms.

  Marie flicked her tongue out at Claire’s clit and at the same time, began tickling her friend’s anus with her thumb. Claire hissed excitedly. Or maybe that was me. I was stroking myself again.

  “Don’t waste that,” Claire said, nodding toward Marie’s raised ass.

  I was torn. On one hand, there was nothing I wanted more than to continue watching my wife tease and lick Claire’s pretty little slit. On the other hand, the temptation of slipping my hard prick into my wife’s hot, tight, wet sleeve was irresistible. I slid down behind her, and spread her ass cheeks, gazing at my wife’s glistening cunt and her tiny, pulsing asshole. I rubbed my prick between her lips. She moaned, and I entered her. She was hotter than I’d ever felt. My cock must have felt pretty good, too, because she started thrusting back against me, and at the same time she began slurping at Claire’s snatch more aggressively.

  Marie was on fire, rolling her hips up and down, fucking my cock with her tight snatch and sucking and slurping wetly at Claire’s pussy. Claire too was lifting her hips off the bed, and I started thrusting into Marie, the three of us moving together like a modern dance troupe.

  “Are you in her ass?” Claire asked through her moans.

  I shook my head.

  “Do it,” she ordered. “Do… ah ah ah….” she gasped as my wife silenced her by sucking her clit hard into her mouth.

  I was tempted. My wife’s ass was the forbidden fruit… except to C.J., which just made it all the more desirable. Her ass seemed to want it. As I pounded into her pussy, it seemed to swell and pulse, asking for attention.

  I slapped my wife’s firm butt cheek.

  “Should I?” I asked.

  Marie turned around. Her face was glazed with Claire’s juices. She had a wild, feral look in her eyes. She snarled rather than spoke. “No. Only C.J. gets my ass.”

  In a weird way, I knew that meant she was giving me permission. She was getting me riled up so I would reclaim the thing she’d given to him and denied to me. It was so tempting. My wife has a great ass. And I’d always fantasized about it. That one day, maybe a birthday or an anniversary, she’d offer it up. Shyly. Blushing. Bubby, I thought maybe… I wanted to fuck her up the ass. But not like this. Not with Claire there, and not so soon after C.J. had done it.

  I slowly churned my prick into my wife’s tight, gooey snatch. I tried to imprint on my memory the image of her slurping and kissing Claire’s swollen pussy. Then slowly I pulled out. Marie peered back over her shoulder, gazing at my cock and her own ass. She swallowed and nodded, though maybe a little reluctantly.

  I smiled at her. “Keep eating that nasty twat” I said as I spanked her ass.

  Slowly I crawled up beside them, paused to get a good look at my wife’s tongue exploring Claire’s bright red gash. I watched her suck on the clit, making Claire hiss with delight. I watched my wife’s slender fingers plunge again and again into her friend’s pussy. I peered up at Claire’s gorgeous, meaty tits, spread out by gravity across her chest. That’s what I really wanted.

  I straddled Claire and leaned forward so she could take my cock in her mouth.

  “Get it nice and wet,” I ordered.

  She was used to contending with Brad’s huge prick, so she had no trouble deep-throating me. I fucked her hot mouth until her spit dripped off my prick. Then I eased back down and laid my cock between her luscious mounds.

  “Push ‘em together.”

  She licked her lips and did as I requested, engulfing my shaft in her hot, heavy, sweaty breasts. Marie was still working Claire’s slit, and I could feel my wife’s hair brush against my ass as I started to slide my cock between Claire’s tits. She bent her neck and flicked her tongue out at my cock head every time it appeared from between her mounds. Claire was moaning softly.

  “Oh Baby, your wife’s going to make me come,” she said hoarsely.

  I thrust harder, faster. It was slippery and her breasts felt unbelievable—soft, pendulous, her chest rising and falling with each breath. She was gorgeous, pale with light freckles, green eyes, lips pursed, tongue flashing.

  “Ah, ah, ah,” Claire gasped. Her body shuddered, and I could feel the pulses through her tits.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. My come came in thick spurts all over her face and neck. I don’t think I’ve come that hard since I was a teenager. Even Claire seemed shocked at how covered she was.

  I rolled off her and Marie looked up from Claire’s pussy. My wife’s face was glazed as well. She caught sight of Claire’s face and laughed.

  “Wow, Bubby,” she giggled.

  I had a wicked thought. “Help her out,” I said.

  My wife gazed at me quizzically, but Claire got it right away. “Come on, Ducky, give me a kiss.”

  Marie hesitated, but Claire reached down and pulled her up, until my wife’s body was pressed against her friend’s, both of them sweaty and slowly grinding into each other. I watched in delighted shock as Marie tentatively approached Claire’s cheek, lips parted as she kissed away a strand of come. Then another and another. And then finally she kissed Claire on the lips, sharing my come with her as well. I stroked myself slowly, more come leaking out of me onto my fist. Marie licked her friend’s face clean, and gave her en
dless, slow, spermy kisses, all the while humping each other’s thigh with their swollen, wet pussies.

  Marie turned to me, eyes wide, a strand of my jism dripping down her chin. “That’s right Bubby, you better get hard and stay hard. Time for you to take care of us.”

  “I thought I was in charge,” I complained.

  She lunged at me suddenly, shoving me flat on my back. She grabbed my prick and dropped down heavily on my erection. I’d never felt her so hot and wet.

  “Not anymore,” she gasped. “And if you finish before we’re finished with you, I swear to God, Bubby, I will go room to room and then house to house until I find a stiff cock.”

  She began to grind against me, her sloppy pussy rising and falling on my cock. Claire lay beside me, face wet with my come and my wife’s spit. “I think she’s serious, Bubby,” Claire teased. “Hope you can keep it up.”

  That part wasn’t my worry. Marie’s steaming cunt ensured that. The bigger challenge was not coming again, especially when my wife climaxed and slid aside, letting her friend mount me in turn. I’m not really a pimp. Two women taking turns with me, my cock going from one wet pussy to another, was mind blowing.

  But I kept it together, even as I played with Claire’s big, bouncing tits, even as I flicked my wife’s hard clit, even as I fingered Claire’s ass.

  I lost it finally, many orgasms down the road, when my wife was riding me reverse cowgirl. It was something I’d dreamed of for years, and her pussy and ass looked even better than I’d imagined bouncing up and down on my pole. The killer was when she looked back over her shoulder, licked her finger, and then pressed her finger into her tight asshole. We locked eyes, and I thought I could see her thinking back to the events of the last few days -- the boys at the club, making it with Claire, Brad’s big cock, and most of all C.J…. in her mouth… in her cunt… in her ass. Her eyes rolled back into her head. Her pussy spasmed violently. And then I came too.

  I was too exhausted to worry about whether the girls wanted more. It wouldn’t have made any difference in any case. I was spent. Happily, though, Marie and Claire seemed equally wiped out. I lay on my back and the girls up against me, sweaty, sticky, and gloriously naked. I only had a couple of minutes to relish it before sleep took me.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  I awoke before dawn, but with the sky just beginning to brighten. I was cupping Claire’s ass as she snored softly. Marie had left. I felt a pit in my stomach, because I had a sneaking suspicion of where she was. It annoyed me that I cared she had gone. All I had to do was roll over, and throw my arm over Claire, slipping my hands between her full breasts. Some gentle nibbles on her neck, caresses on her soft butt, thumb circling her big nips… before long, I knew she’d be thrusting back against me, sleepy and horny, and eager to take my prick into her hot, wet snatch. A long, slow, spooning screw, and Marie could do whatever the fuck she wanted.

  I grunted. Instead, I eased out of the bed, making sure not to wake Claire. I found my boxers and quietly padded out of the bedroom. I opened the door carefully, and slipped into the family room.

  I heard it right away. Wet slurping and sucking punctuated by soft gasps and moans. A woman passionately making love to a hard cock. I tried to tell myself it might be Lena. I knew it wasn’t. I moved slowly, half to avoid giving myself away, half because I dreaded what I’d find. The house was barely lit in the dull glow of the pre-dawn, but even still, they were unmistakable. Out in the open, shameless.

  My wife was naked. On her knees, sitting back on her heels, her silhouette a perfect hourglass. C.J. was standing, leaning back against a wall beside the doorway to the sleeping porch, eyes closed, both hands running through her hair.

  She was worshipping his prick. There is really no other word for it. Complete focus, desperate passion. She swallowed and licked him, tasted and teased. Her arms were wrapped around him, gripping his muscular ass, holding him close, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Not that he’d want to, but it was as if her need made her fearful, and she needed to maintain a tight grip to keep from losing his cock.

  I sensed rather than felt Claire approach me.

  “She loves him,” I muttered morosely.

  “No, she doesn’t,” Claire replied. “She’s saying goodbye.”

  I couldn’t see it. Not in the way her mouth devoured him. Not in the soft, choked mewls of pleasure that she made.

  Claire continued. “It’s like that last time with a lover when circumstance is breaking you apart. A job. School. Life. Nothing bad. But it just can’t continue. So you have that one, last encounter. And all you want to do is commit it to memory. The sight, the smell, the sound, the touch, the taste.”

  “So she’s just memorizing his cock?” I snorted.

  “Mmmmm. She wants to be able to close her eyes someday, sitting in the bath, or just watching the clouds, and imagine him in her mouth. How his prick felt on her tongue…. Just like you’re going to try to remember how my tits felt right before you came on my face.”

  “So… she’s not going to see him again?”

  “I… I can’t promise that,” Claire replied. “But I don’t think she plans to.”

  Watching my wife so enthusiastically make love to his prick made that feel like a slender reed. And it made me wonder again how C.J. had ended up back in our lives.

  “Why did you bring him?” I asked.

  Claire hesitated, and my heart sank. I’d hoped the answer was simple. That she wanted to fuck him, and that was that.

  “What you really want to know is whether I knew Chris was C.J.”

  “Yes.”

  “I didn’t…. Not for sure. I suspected.”

  Marie moaned softly, delightedly as she rubbed his cockhead across her lips.

  “So you and Marie….”

  “No. She didn’t know. I just thought… if he was… it would be funny… or interesting… or something.”

  I nodded, but I wasn’t convinced. It just didn’t sound right. Claire wouldn’t have set-up Marie that way, unless she was setting-up Marie. And ultimately, I knew I’d never manage to get a straight answer on that, maybe because one didn’t exist.

  “And your crush?”

  She giggled into her hand. “I did. I mean. He’s cute. But I played that up for Brad’s sake.

  Marie shifted into a squat without releasing C.J.’s cock. She dropped one hand between her legs and began playing with herself as she continued to bob up and down on his thick shaft.

  Claire took my hand. “Come on, Baby. Come play with my tits.”

  I let her drag me into the bedroom. She laid me down on the bed and curled up beside me, dropping her breasts into my palms as she eased down my boxers and took my cock in her mouth. Her mouth was wet and passionate. Her tits delightfully soft and heavy. I got hard. I moaned and squirmed in pleasure. I came in her mouth, and she gobbled it all up like the nasty, little slut she was… or at least could be.

  ***

  I slept until close to noon and even then I had to drag myself into the shower in the master bedroom. My mood was not as dark as it had been at dawn, but I was still anxious. I didn’t know what came next. And in truth, I didn’t know what I really wanted. Well, that’s not true. Like anyone else, I would have been happy to take all the pros and jettison all the cons. So, my wife being more open to naughty experimentation? Check. Periodic raunchy sex with Claire and Lena? Double check. Marie occasionally flirting it up with other men. Hmmm, maybe. Sitting on Brad’s dick while I played with Claire… tougher… but I could make it work. C.J.? Off the island. Unfortunately, I had the sense that he was the one thing I’d have trouble being rid of.

  I dried myself and realized the only clothes I had with me were my boxers, so I wrapped the towel around my waist and tried to steel myself to walk out into the living room to go upstairs to my own bedroom. It wasn’t that I minded being half dressed. At this point, we could all pick each other’s genitals out of a lineup. What I was anxious about was getting teased about it while my w
ife sat in another man’s lap, probably still with the taste of his dick in her mouth.

  Stomach in, shoulders back, head up. I strode out to find… Claire and Marie in bathrobes drinking coffee at the breakfast table. It was such a quotidien scene that just for a moment, I wondered if the past several days had been nothing more than some sort of feverish dream.

  “Morning Bubby,” Marie said with a small smile.

  “Afternoon,” Claire corrected.

  “I think the hour after you wake up counts as morning, regardless of the actual time,” I proposed. “Where is everyone?”

  My wife answered: “Brad is running. Lena is still sleeping, I guess. C.J. is… gone.”

  “Gone?” I said.

  Claire laughed. “Well, we didn’t kill him and bury him in a shallow grave as you might have liked—”

  “I don’t…. Okay. Maybe that wouldn’t bother me so much.”

  The girls grinned.

  Marie turned quickly toward the stairs. “Jesus, Lena.”

  Her little sister was flouncing down the stairs in a g-string and nothing else. God, the body on that girl, big titties so firm they swayed from side to side rather than up and down.

  “What? Don’t tell me, we’re done playing,” she said.

  “Didn’t you get enough last night, you little slut?” Claire teased.

  “Is there such a thing?” Lena asked.

  Marie got up and grabbed a tee shirt off the sofa. She tossed it at her sister.

  “Lena, put this on. Bubby, stop staring at her tits.”

  I shrugged and continued toward the stairs, though I didn’t stop peering at Lena until she’d reluctantly pulled the tee over her body. I went upstairs and got dressed. I peeked at myself in the mirror and realized I was grinning. Lena’s boobs? In part. But more was the fact that I was still there and C.J…. wasn’t.

  Now, I knew he was still around. He worked with Claire after all. But at least in the short run, Claire was right. Marie’s morning blowjob was a goodbye. And while I might have wished her farewell involved less slobbering on his rod, I had to mark it as a small victory.