She looked into my eyes and saw how sincere I was. I put my hand on her face and caressed her jutting cheekbone, and she pulled me in closer to kiss me.
Her lips were soft and her tongue was wet as it slid between my lips to explore me. She felt so good -- I’d never kissed a woman before. I wanted to explore her more, but Peter came up behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me away, kissing my neck.
“I think that’s what you deserve,” he said, pulling me onto the bed. “Have you ever seen a more vibrant woman in your life?” He said to the room generally, though he was looking right at me. He kissed me deeply and I was transported to a different world. This was the man I married -- insatiable, unable to keep his hands off of me, company be damned.
His hand moved up to my halter, and he slid it inside, cupping my breast in plain sight of Lisa and Craig. I moved my halter to the side to give him easier access, my breast unleashed for all to see as he tweaked and twisted my nipple. I sighed a little hiccuping sigh at his touch.
“Yes, she is,” Lisa said, leaning back against Craig as she sat on his lap. He untied her top and it fell down, unleashing her own gorgeous, round breasts, two rosebud nipples pointing right at me, which he took in his hands and squeezed gently, mirroring Peter’s handling of me. I watched shamelessly, and the sight of her nipples growing and stiffening under Craig’s hands sent warm vibrations all through me. Peter lifted my breast to his mouth and licked around my areola, before taking the stiff peak into his mouth. My breath began to quicken and I laid back my head, letting out a little moan.
“Look how much pleasure you give your wife, Peter,” Lisa said.
“She loves it, doesn’t she?” Craig said to Lisa, kissing her deeply, and then continuing his kiss down her neck.
***
There was no sight more beautiful to me than seeing Olivia swept up in a moment of passion, just as she was now, enjoying the sensation of my mouth on her beautiful breast.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Craig and Lisa watched us, such a sophisticated couple, getting swept up in it, too. Their eyes spurred me on -- I wanted to bring my wife to ecstasy. I wanted to see this gorgeous couple’s enjoyment of it. I wanted to show off my beautiful wife.
I lifted Olivia’s skirt and she didn’t resist -- even stood up to aid the process, as I lifted her dress over her head, revealing to Lisa and Craig her naked back, her gorgeous ass, the crevice that ran down between her legs, only barely hidden by a lacy, white thong, which I pulled down her legs slowly, getting on my knees and kneeling before her.
“Her panties look like yours, darling,” Craig said, as he stood, scooping Lisa up in his arms, carrying her to the bed beside us. He laid her face down on the king sized mattress and unzipped her jumpsuit, pulling it off, revealing the very same panties Olivia had been wearing. He turned her over and tugged the sides of her thong upward, letting it ride up between Lisa’s beautiful, smooth pussy lips, splitting them open before he began to slide them off.
“Look how pretty her pussy is,” Olivia whispered in my ear, her hand grazing up my long hard shaft through my pants.
God, what a darling she was. I sat her down on the bed, and she laid back, her head laying down beside Lisa’s on the opposite side. The two looked at each other and smiled, and I spread Olivia’s legs open wide, wanting to see how the anticipation changed her expression as she looked at Lisa.
Her pussy was slick and pink. I spread it open with my fingers and viewed the wetness forming within her. I moved my gaze to Olivia’s face as I began to drag my wet tongue up her slit, tasting her. She let out a gasp and her arm flung towards Lisa, grabbing hold of her breast, as though for support. My tongue danced on her clit, emerging and stiffening at my command, and I delighted in the ways I made her squirm on the bed. I plunged my thick, strong tongue inside of her, and her back arched deeply, squeezing Lisa’s beautiful breast, eliciting a moan from her.
Craig unzipped his pants and pulled out an impressive cock, which he teased Lisa with, dragging the mighty mushroom head up and down the length of her pussy.
Olivia and Lisa moaned in unison, their faces so close their noses were almost touching. And when I drew my tongue out of my wife’s tight cave, letting it glide up to her clit, which I pulled into my mouth and sucked hard, Olivia mimicked my mouth by putting it on Lisa’s lips, sucking on her long, protruding tongue. They moaned into each other as Craig stepped out of his pants, and plunged his cock into Lisa in a strong, solid thrust.
Lisa’s face looked pained in her ecstasy as Craig thrust into her.
Olivia pulled away from Lisa in favor of watching her squirm, taking her fingers and pulling hard at Lisa’s nipple just to heighten the scene. Then she turned to me and said without hedging, “Peter, baby, can’t I have your cock, too?”
***
The sight of Lisa bucking and shaking as Craig thrust into her, pleading, “Please, baby...yes, more…” made me burn with desire for Peter.
Craig’s cock was thick and strong, and Peter’s was a perfect match. Better than that, it belonged to the man I loved.
He pulled off his shirt and shed his pants, and his thick, heavy cock sprang out, eager and ready. I saw Lisa’s eyes drawn to it immediately. Peter stroked it slowly, squeezing his way to the tip, as Lisa and I watched him, captive. I wanted it so badly. But first, I wanted to watch the effect his cock could have on someone else. I wanted to show off my handsome husband.
“Come sit on the bed with me, Peter. Come sit between me and Lisa.”
He smiled and crawled up between us, the bed shaking as Lisa was pounded into it.
“Do you like my husband’s cock, Lisa?” I said, putting my hand on it and delicately stroking it, feeling the smooth skin under my fingers, rubbing the flat of my palm over his head.
“Oh, God, yes…” Craig was slowing down, now, leaving her on edge, not letting her cum yet.
I wrapped my small hand as best I could around his thick shaft, and pointed him towards Lisa’s mouth.
“Go ahead,” I encouraged.
She looked me in the eye and smiled before she stuck out her long tongue and tasted the tip. I bent down and did the same. Soon, we were both licking up and down Peter’s incredible cock, our mouths meeting at the tip as Peter moaned, in heaven.
“Good girl,” Craig said, reaching down and toying with her clit, his cock still inside. “Show Peter how good you are at sucking cock.”
I could tell she loved his praises because now she was taking Peter’s cock all the way down her throat as I watched. Craig withdrew and turned her over so she could get a better angle. She crouched over Peter on all fours, taking him all the way down, sliding back up to the tip, swirling her skilled tongue around the head, and diving back down for more.
God, I loved watching her suck so hungrily on Peter -- just as much as Craig loved watching it. As my own hands were reaching for my pussy, I saw Craig take hold of his fat cock and stroke in the rhythm of Lisa’s bobbing, blond head.
Craig and I looked at each other and locked eyes. He stroked his cock with strong, firm hands as my middle finger grazed quickly back and forth over my clit, the tingling sensation rushing through my body.
***
Olivia really loved to be watched. Craig was taking in my beautiful wife’s body as he stroked himself, and as he watched, she made a bit of a show of it -- she was always a bit theatrical. I loved watching her feeling so sexy and powerful as she lifted her breast with one hand for him and licked her nipple, sliding a finger inside of her pussy with the other.
“I want to taste how wet you are,” I said to her grabbing her hand.
Lisa was taking me all the way down, letting my cock touch the back of her throat. Feeling Lisa’s throat contract while watching my wife touch herself was bringing me so close -- but I wouldn’t cum until Olivia did. Watching her succumb to her pleasure was the best finale there was, and I wouldn’t settle for less.
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p; Craig’s free hand made it’s way to his wife’s ass, which was sticking up in the air as she nursed hungrily on me. He slid his fingers inside of her and his face twisted with excitement when he felt her gushing pussy. I wanted to feel what he felt -- I wanted to feel my wife’s excitement. I wanted to feel her ecstatic pussy pulsate and contract around my tongue.
I laid back, and Olivia climbed on top of me, straddling my chest. Her heaving breasts bounced above me as she walked on her knees on either side of me up the length of my torso. She gracefully placed a knee on either side of my head and stood up tall in her kneeling position, her legs wide, letting me take in the view of her womanhood for a moment as she swayed her hips, teasing me. And then she began the slow descent, her pussy inching closer and closer to my mouth. My tongue reached up to meet her, and I slid into Olivia as Lisa’s tongue swirled around the throbbing head of my cock.
Almost immediately, deep howls of pleasure flowed out of my wife’s mouth as I drank her down.
Craig was stroking faster as he watched us, but finally, unable to take it, he rammed his cock into Lisa’s splayed out pussy without warning.
She stopped sucking me just long enough to twist her contracting body and take in a great gasp of breath, letting it out in a low, rumbling moan. Then she dove back down, hungrier than before, taking me down deep and fast.
Olivia was grinding into my mouth, pulling on my tongue with her tight pussy as she bounced up and down. With my eyes open, I could see those beautiful orbs bounce uncontrollably until Craig reached out a hand and grabbed hold of her blushing nipple like a lifeline. He didn’t let go, pinching her sharply, but I could tell from the way Olivia’s pussy gushed that she loved it. She always loved attention.
Craig was spreading Lisa’s ass cheeks wide, spanking them lovingly, passionately, as he watched her deep-throat my engorged dick. He thrust into her hard and fast, then thrust two fingers into her ass.
She showed her appreciation by screaming loudly and enthusiastically, releasing my cock, now completely unable to concentrate on the task she had started. She was a wonderful little cocksucker, but I wasn’t sad to see her go -- now I’d finally get what I wanted more than anything in the world: To fuck my wife the way I’d wanted to fuck her for so long.
Olivia was so in tune with me, she knew exactly what needed to happen next. She lifted herself up and scooted herself down to my now unoccupied cock. In one motion she pulled me to a sitting up position as she sat down smoothly on my pulsating fat one, wrapping her legs around me to take me in as deeply as she could bear. I dug my hands into her flesh and pressed her into me.
Her hot, wet pussy enveloped my dick tightly, ravenously, pulling me into her deeper and deeper every time she lifted her ass and brought herself back down on me. I thrusted up to meet her again and again, waiting for the moment she would lose all control.
Her chest started to redden, her moans began to rise in pitch, and I knew she was almost there. I took her tit in my mouth and gave it a light, little bite before sucking on her hard. She grabbed my hair and pulled -- a mere reflex. She was animalistic and pure in this state.
Craig had one knee up on the bed, as he fucked Lisa into submission: She was flat on the bed, Craig’s hand pressing into her back, and from her meandering, throaty cries, red face, and violent spasming that not even Craig’s enormous, pressing hand could suppress, I could tell she was gushing all over his cock. He was finger-fucking her asshole quickly, filling her every which way. A deep growl emerged from his lips and he thrust in hard, filling her with his load, the two of them moaning together in harmony.
I put my hands on Olivia’s ass and squeezed hard as she pumped my cock with her pussy. Taking my cue from Craig, I slid two fingers in her tight little hole, and her head snapped back crazily. Her hands beat my chest as she came, her body uncontrollably spastic in its ecstasy.
“Yes...yes...Yes! Peter, please!” she cried. At her implied request, I let go and unleashed a high pressure stream that was so thick and filling, it brought her to orgasm a second time, her gulping pussy lapping it up.
The four of us collapsed on the bed, sprawled out and panting. It was Olivia who started giggling first.
It was a laugh so pure and happy it was contagious, soon infecting Lisa, then Craig, and then me. It was the happiest I’d felt in many years. I grabbed Olivia’s hand, and she looked at me, red faced, sweating, her hair a mess, smiling brightly: She was the embodiment of joy.
Looking at her happy face, I felt at peace. I had my wife back. And with that thought, I fell into a deep, blissful sleep.
Chapter 5
By the last day of the cruise, I was starting to get worried. Lisa and Craig would be going back to the west coast. Peter and I would be going back up north. It was likely we would never see them again, and I worried that the magic that had been sparked upon our meeting would sail away with the vessel that housed us during this glorious week of rejuvenation.
It was a whirlwind week, and the four of us were inseparable the entire time. After days filled with extravagant meals, dancing and laughter, we’d spend each night together, talking and drinking as we idly touched each other, with no shame and no guilt. Each night was capped with exquisite ecstasy no less than what our first night together had promised, but which I feared wouldn’t last once we went our separate ways and came ashore.
The last morning of the cruise, the four of us woke up together: Peter and Craig on the outside, Lisa and I sandwiched, naked between them. I pressed my fingers into her sleeping body, waking her with my pulsating pressure between her legs. I kissed and teased her breasts with my tongue as I caressed her expressive little clit. Peter and Craig followed suit, pressing into us from behind, bringing our bodies even closer together, as I teased her into orgasm again and again, wanting the euphoria to last, feeling that as long as it did, we would not be forced to disembark.
Unfortunately, our sexual powers were no match for the reality of time, and soon we were interrupted by announcements telling us to gather on the deck--we’d reached our final destination.
***
We were quiet as we stood in line to disembark. The crowd was moving in “slow and orderly” fashion -- the wait was long and silent, even as everyone around us talked excitedly about the good times they had had. For Craig and Lisa, Olivia and I, there was simply too much to put into words.
As our feet touched land, Craig and Lisa ushered us to a taxi stand so we could make our flight. They weren’t leaving until the next day--they were off to see friends in Miami before going back west. This was goodbye.
“If you’re ever out west,” Craig said, handing me his card, “make sure that you call us.”
“And if you’re ever up north,” I said, “please do the same.” But still, a feeling hovered in the air that this was the last we’d be seeing of each other.
This lovely couple had made us see ourselves with new eyes. I only hoped our new perspective would stay with us, even as we went our separate ways.
“I’m going to miss them,” Olivia said in the cab, leaning her head on my shoulder.
“I think they’re going to miss you more,” I said, putting my arm around her, the image of my wife teasing Craig with her body still burning brightly in my mind. “And I’m the lucky guy who gets to take you home.”
***
I slept the whole way home on the plane, visions of Lisa so eagerly pleasing my handsome husband playing over and over in my dreams. I came to only when we touched the ground with a jolt. I looked at Peter and saw he was just waking up, too. But when he saw me, a mischievous smile spread across his face. He, apparently, had been having pleasant dreams, too. I looked down and saw his cock pressing against his khakis, excited.
I kissed him on the cheek, suddenly very eager to be back home with him.
It took forty minutes in a cab to get back to our house. I was shaking with nerves and titillation -- the only thing in the world that I wanted to was to get in
our door and rip off Peter’s clothes -- but what if he didn’t feel the same without Craig and Lisa there? What if it was them, not me, that had brought him back to his insatiable self? What if I wasn’t enough?
This was the moment of truth, and my heart was pounding so loud in my chest with fear -- fear that the whole week had been nothing but a lovely dream, but nothing we could have in real life -- that I wondered if Peter could hear it.
I did my best to look normal. The last thing I wanted was to put too much pressure on him. The last thing I wanted to was for the week to end with a fight -- expectations too high, disappointments too devastating. The only thing I wanted was to make his body hum and sing.
“I’ll get us unpacked,” I said, taking the bags into the bedroom when we arrived. I needed a task to busy myself with. I opened up the suitcases and began separating our clothes: These are whites for the wash; these are colors for the wash; these are delicates for the wash; these can go in the dresser; these can go in the closet; these are the mementos from our fantastical journey -- proof that it really did happen; here is a photo of the four of us at dinner. If you look closely, you can see that Craig’s hand is under my skirt.
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