“As are many nudists. Still, I sure hope they’re players. My juices are already flowing. I hope this thong keeps everything in place.” Jen stood alongside Brett to greet the newcomers.
“Hi guys,” Kim said, giving Jen a hug. “We ran into traffic, but we’re here at last. I love your outfit, Jen. That short skirt is just right for your long legs. You guys are fine dancers.”
“And you look fantastic,” Jen managed to say. “That top is so sexy. As you said, just a touch of mystery. And I love those dangling earrings. They sparkle nearly as much as you do. Absolutely stunning.”
“Thank you,” Kim murmured, turning to hug Brett.
“As stunning as you look,” Paul said, gathering Jen into his arms for a long hug. “You both look scrumptious. Good enough to eat. Right, Brett?”
Brett nodded. Jen noticed Kim made no move to break away from Brett’s arms. She watched the olive-skinned woman drag her lips across Brett’s wrist before lifting it up and sliding onto the curved bench. Jen slid in from the other side, with the guys sitting on either end. A bare leg brushed against her left leg, a trousered one against her right. If those legs were meant to only tease, she’d be very, very upset before the night was over. On the other hand, she had to remind herself that they were at a nudist resort, not a swinger’s club.
Paul lifted his wine glass in salute, “To a fun evening with new friends. I’m sure glad we met in the pool. Sometimes we can spend an entire week here without meeting couples with similar senses for adventure.”
After all four glasses were clinked, Brett responded, “We certainly didn’t know what to expect here. It’s very helpful to meet a couple who’s willing to be our guide. We’re still not sure about the dos and don’ts. Here’s to an enjoyable time!”
“Hopefully,” Kim added, “if we all really click as well as we think, we’ll not only have the rest of the week to get to know each other better. Louisville isn’t that far from where you guys live. And Louisville can be a fun place, too. We like to make it fun. There is more than Churchill Downs, though we do enjoy going to the races.”
Jen tried to not stare at Kim’s dark nipples, which seemed to get longer and fuller by the minute. “Oh, we enjoy getting to Louisville and Churchill Downs now and then.” She paused and saw Brett nod slightly. “We have friends who work at the track.”
“Really?” Paul said. “Jockeys? Trainers? Owners?”
“Actually, Rico helps people buy and sell horses, and his wife, Angelica, trains them to race.”
“You know Angelica and Rico?” Kim squealed, squeezing Jen’s thigh. “They are good friends.” Her eyes sparkled. “We enjoy partying with them. They are two of the most fun, adventurous people we know. Have you been to any of their parties?”
“Yes,” Jen said, sliding her hand along Kim’s inner thigh. She chuckled as Kim emitted a soft moan. “Angelica is delicious, and Rico is so much fun. We went to a small house party they had during Derby week last year. There was a couple they invited who couldn’t make it. I wonder if you guys were that couple.”
“We were! We were!” Kim could hardly sit still. “Paul’s mother had a stroke and we had to go to Atlanta. What a small world, no?”
“So,” Paul whispered into Jen’s ear, “does that mean you and Brett are players?”
Jen nodded and placed her right hand on Paul’s thigh to make her interest clear.
“We thought so, even before learning about Angelica and Rico. We hoped we were right. That answers some of our questions...” He continued speaking softly, not that anyone would hear them anyway over the music. “Given that your hand is now rubbing along the length of my cock, which, I might add, is getting longer and harder, am I to assume you guys would like to play with us?”
“I noticed,” Jen said, grinning at Paul. “And yes, we are both interested in playing, if you guys are.”
“We are.” Paul pulled away. “Now that that’s settled, we should probably dance a few dances before retiring to our rig. We’d be happy to host. But before dancing, I have to convince my cock to soften a bit and wait his turn. It’s not easy dancing with a hard-on. Give me a minute or two, and we can head to the dance floor.”
“I can wait,” Jen said.
It was only then that she realized Brett and Kim had also been involved in a whispered conversation while she’d been focused on Paul. With her left hand still on Kim’s thigh, she sensed more than saw movement under the table. Sure enough, the back of Brett’s hand bumped in to hers.
Kim drew in a short breath. “You guys are going to be so much fun. It’s so tempting to unsnap my shorts right now and let you two fight over my pussy.” She chewed on her lower lip. “But we’d better wait. They often turn the lights up bright to give away door prizes. They sometimes do that four or five times a night. Be patient,” she said, pushing their hands away. “We have all night. Maybe all week.”
“I expect they turns lights up to make sure nothing too risqué is happening,” Paul said. “Guess it works. Hell, one of us might actually win a prize.”
“From the look and feel of things,” Brett countered, “I think we’re all going to be prize winners before this night is over.”
His words were met with a chorus of Amen.
Just then the lights went from dim to bright. Jen held a hand over her eyes, then slowly adjusted to the light. As she looked around, she saw that many more tables had filled. No one seemed particularly aware or concerned about them. She was thankful for Kim’s advice about being patient. They didn’t look any different than couples at every other table enjoying their drinks and conversation. She couldn’t help but wonder how many of those couples had made similar plans for the evening, and how many would be appalled if they knew of her plans. They’d dance a few dances and then... then it would be on to a different kind of dance.
“I love your earrings,” Jen murmured, nibbling on Kim’s ear as they settled onto the large bed at the back of Kim and Paul’s motorhome. “I’m glad you left them on. Just a touch of mystery.”
“Mmm. That’s nice. I left them on just for you.” Kim stretched her neck, giving Jen better access while caressing Jen’s breast. “I love your tits. Mine are puny compared to yours.”
“Yours are just right for you.” Jen pulled gently on Kim’s nipple. “Your nipples are so responsive. So engorged.”
“Because of you.” Kim shifted to brush her lips across Jen’s.
Jen hugged the woman close, parting her lips to accept Kim’s probing tongue. Jen reciprocated and parted her legs further as Kim ground a knee against Jen’s very wet pussy. Jen closed her eyes and clutched the smaller woman’s ass, encouraging her to move forward.
Kim broke their kiss briefly. “Is this what you’re wanting? I know it’s what I want. I’m going to mount you and fuck you good. Okay?”
“Hurry. Please. You are so hot—hot to the touch!” Jen had never felt such intense heat issuing from another woman’s pussy. It was incredible. And Kim was just as wet as she was. Kim slid her pussy ever so slowly up and across Jen’s, teasing her clit. Then she settled back into a slow grinding rhythm.
Jen responded accordingly, flexing her pelvis, seeking, wanting more. “So good,” she whispered. “I’m close.”
“Me, too.” Kim arched back. “Pinch my nipples. Now!”
Jen reach out with both hands. “They are so damn hard.”
“That’s it.” Kim slammed her pussy against Jen.
Jen bucked back. She heard her lover squealing, and then her screams drowned out everything except the feeling of being swept away into a very warm abyss. Too soon, her breathing settled. She hugged Kim tightly. Neither of them spoke. Jen stroked Kim’s thick hair with her fingers. Slowly Jen cracked open her eyelids. She gave Brett and Paul a weak smile as they sat across from the bed, seemingly transfixed by what they had witnessed.
Kim lifted her head. “That was amazing. I don’t usually come from tribbing. You’re special.”<
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Jen nodded. “We’re special. I don’t usually come that way, either.”
“Do you think the guys can wait a little longer? I really want to taste you. Badly.”
Jen checked out the guys. They were both naked, each lightly stroking his own cock. “They look eager, but I’m sure they can wait just a little longer. Right, guys?”
Saying nothing, they both nodded, as if not wanting to disrupt what was happening between their wives.
“How about sixty-nine? Then we both get a taste. And I’ll bet the guys won’t mind the view at all.”
“Wonderful idea,” Kim said, scrambling to get into position.
“Nice,” Jen said, feeling the tip of Kim’s tongue tracing the length of her slit. Jen wrapped her arms about Kim’s butt until the woman’s dark pussy hovered within her tongue’s reach. “Such a beautiful pussy.” She flicked her tongue out at it.
Kim’s reflex reaction was to pull away, and then she quickly settled back down, encouraging Jen to continue. And Jen wasn’t about to disappoint her new lover.
She lapped at Kim and smiled as the engorged labia parted. She found it hard to keep track of what Kim was doing, so she just concentrated on her own efforts. Jen inhaled deeply, letting Kim’s scent fill her. She licked and lapped, then began probing with her tongue. She heard Kim’s moans and felt the woman’s body tense, then relax and tense again.
Jen leaned back to take a quick breath. “Oh God,” she murmured. “It’s happening again.” Her hips quivered. Gulping, she focused on Kim’s pussy. She stuck out her tongue, collecting drops of juices at the base of Kim’s pussy. Delicious. She eased her tongue back into Kim’s heat to find more. Her partner was right on the brink.
“My asshole. Touch it,” Kim commanded as she slid fingers into Jen’s pussy, probing for the right spot.
Jen didn’t have to tell Kim she’d found it. Her hips bucked of their own volition, guiding Kim’s efforts. Trying hard not to lose focus, Jen drove her tongue as deep as she could into Kim and placed a thumb on the woman’s rosebud. Kim rocked back and forth. Jen’s thumb gained entry. And then sweetness gushed across her tongue. Jen swallowed over and over. If Kim screamed this time, the sounds were muffled by the woman’s thighs squeezing against Jen’s ears.
At last Jen allowed herself to collapse back onto the bed. She had no more to give. She felt Kim go limp atop of her. Minutes seemed to drag. They might’ve only been seconds. She heard and felt a giggle vibrate against her tummy.
“Look at the guys,” Kim said. “They look beyond ready, no? Guess they aren’t too angry for having to wait. They do have big smiles.”
Jen looked over at where Brett and Paul sat. Both men clutched their cocks as if trying not to cum. And, yes, both men were smiling ear-to-ear. “Well?”
“That was incredible,” Brett said.
“You two are well-matched,” Paul said. “Passionate. It’s been amazing to watch each of you reading the other’s cues. It’s like you were each a maestro in a symphony... your own orchestra of two. Soon to be four, I hope.”
“Soon,” Kim said, moving to the side of the bed. “First I need to use the bathroom and drink some water.” She blew Jen a kiss and ran the back of her hand across Jen’s cheek. “That was wonderful. By the way,” she said, speaking to Paul, “we were right—she tastes delicious.”
“As do you,” Jen said, patting Kim’s butt as she stood. “I will definitely want to feast on you again, but not tonight. Give us a few more minutes, guys, and I’m sure we can figure out how to reward you for waiting like proper gentlemen.”
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“Damn,” Brett muttered half aloud. He’d never experienced a woman so tight.
Kim smiled up at him. “Take your time. I’ll open for you. Trust me.”
“Sorry. Hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“Not at all. You stopped and waited. Some guys just try to plow ahead. Now that can be painful.” She wiggled beneath him. “There. I can feel more of you.” She gasped. “You’re pretty large. Patience... that was said for both of us.”
He remained propped up on his elbows, keeping most of his weight off her tiny frame. He’d figured she would choose to be on top, but this was the position she wanted to start with. He dropped his lips to her forehead, kissing her softly. She stuck her tongue out, inviting him.
Grinning, he dipped lower and played with her tongue, sucking it lightly and then more firmly. She pressed deep into his mouth, seeking his tongue. Back and forth they went, exploring, searching. He felt her inner walls open and his cock slid nearly all the way in. She wrapped her legs around his butt and pulled him the rest of the way into her depths.
“Yes,” she moaned. Her affirmation echoed in his mouth.
She held him tight. “Don’t worry about your weight on me. I want to feel you. Now let’s do it. We’ve waited long enough.”
She arched up against him. He lifted his head up and eased his cock in and out of her. She pummeled her heels on his buttocks. “I won’t break. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!”
“Okay,” he mumbled to himself more than to her.
“Oh, yeah. Make me come,” she rasped.
“Go for it.” Still resting on his elbows, Brett rammed in and out of his new playmate. She was nearly there. He wasn’t. This round was about Kim. He glanced down at her. Her eyelids were closed, her facial features scrunched up as if in pain. She wasn’t. It was the sign of a woman on the edge, a sight he’d never tire of witnessing.
“Yes,” Kim screeched, clamping her inner muscles around his cock.
Brett fought to hold back. He wanted another round with this little fireball. Once was not enough to fill his memory bank. He hovered above her as she thrashed, embracing her orgasm. She bucked up against him again, and another smaller shockwave seemed to go through her. At last she settled. He then rolled them over easily so she rested on top of him. Still hard, he never was in danger of coming out of her. Plus her vaginal muscles continued clinging to him as if they knew there was more to receive. He hugged her close. He closed his eyes and waited.
He heard her sigh deeply and then felt her prop herself up off his chest. She wiggled her lower body, testing their connection. He opened his eyes to see her grinning happily.
“Hmm. You didn’t come.” She gave him a half-hearted pout. “You have more for me, no?”
“Do you want more?”
“Absolutely. This time I will begin. This time don’t hold back. If we do much more than this, I will be a wreck for a week. And my husband won’t be pleased.”
Brett glanced over at Paul, who was intertwined with Jen. Both were watching them intently. “We wouldn’t want your husband to be unhappy,” he said. “We’d like to be invited back.”
“Not a problem,” Kim said. “Besides, he looks like a very happy man at the moment.”
“And Jen looks quite satisfied. They seem content to watch.”
Kim chuckled and leaned over to kiss him lightly. “Then let’s put on a show for them. I like being watched.”
“I thought you might.”
Kim sat upright and shifted her weight back and forth, securing their joining. She ground her pelvis against his.
“Ah. Very nice. Watch us,” Kim said to Jen and Paul as she pulled on her nipples. “See how your husband excites me? Just as much as you do. Brett will come this time. I guarantee it.”
Brett let out a breath as Kim rose very slowly. His cock came into view. She paused, then dropped swiftly, hiding his cock once again. He felt her squeeze him tightly. Without relaxing, she rose and fell again. He gasped.
“You like?”
He nodded.
“I’m going to milk you dry, big guy.”
He flexed his hips, encouraging her to move.
“No. Let me do the work this time. Just lie there. Don’t move. It will be even more intense. I promise. Watch me. Feel me. Inhale our scent.” Kim chuckled. “I can feel your big cock gettin
g even larger. You are so close. And you want to take control from me.” She shook her head. “But you won’t, because you don’t want to disobey me. You will want more of me later in the week.” She wet her lips and squeezed him again. “We both will, so we must learn to play well together. Right?”
Again Brett nodded. He swallowed. “Have to warn you,” he mumbled. “You may talk him into coming.”
“Oh,” Kim softened her grip. She glanced at their audience. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? Okay. Here we go. You don’t have to wait for me. Let it happen.”
Let it? Brett shook his head, trying to keep his eyelids open so he could see the blur of flesh moving rapidly above him. Half enshrouded in dark hair, Kim’s face played hide and seek. She too kept her eyes open, apparently not wanting to miss the effect she was having on him.
“Bigger still,” she whispered. “Don’t move—let me do it all. I’m close, too. Come for me. Don’t hold back. I can only do this for so long.”
Hold back? Impossible. Brett struggled to remain as still as he could. “Oh shit, I’m coming. Oh, fuck.” He rocked side to side trying not to grab Kim’s hips and finish quickly. He let out a breath, one after another. “Good God.” He didn’t know he had that much in him.
He bit down on his lower lip, watching Kim slow her movements. She beamed as she maintained a tight grip on his cock while arching her hips slowly up and down.
“Milking him. I told you I would. Let me know when you are finished. I know it can get painful at some point.”
Brett closed his eyelids. “I’m done,” he said softly. He grabbed Kim by the hips and held her still. She settled without speaking. No one spoke. Or if they did, he couldn’t hear them. He was off in that erotic zone he’d seldom experienced, where nothing existed but his totally exhausted body. He gradually became aware that his cock had softened.
He cracked an eyelid open to see Kim beaming down at him.
“That was fun.” She eased down and pressed her breasts against his chest. “I like to cuddle with a man who satisfies me so much.”
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