Rather than respond to him, Amy once more brought up the black couple’s invitation. “I think we should. They seemed like a hot couple and I bet their place is gorgeous, especially if they have a built in gym.”
“And although they didn’t say it I bet they have a sauna, too,” Jen piped in.
“I guess,” Brad said, remembering the vibe he’d picked up from the couple at the club. “We’ll leave it up to Elliot. If he’s okay with it then I’m all in.” though in reality he wondered what he was ‘in’ for, since he viewed petite yet athletically built Alexa as fantasy material too. He wasn’t sure if the ‘swinger’ vibe was something to hope for or to avoid.
“Goody!” exclaimed Amy as her memory of Damian’s physique overwhelmed all else.
They were still by the pool when Elliot returned from his golf outing. He was all smiles so they didn’t have to ask how it went. He explained how he’d sold the account and now was finally ready to relax and enjoy his vacation. Jen volunteered to get him a drink, all the while moistening in reaction to the ‘new’ Elliot. She made sure he was looking at her thong and hardly covered ass as she fetched his drink.
Meanwhile, Brad and Amy proposed the visit with Alexa and Damian.
Elliot listened and then said, “I admit that their interest in us had me intrigued. Why make the invitation when they knew we weren’t locals?”
Amy answered, “I think they’re natural exhibitionists and love showing off their physiques to anyone who’ll look. That’s why they emphasized the gym equipment in their house and invited us to use it.”
Brad had his own ideas but hesitated adding them to the conversation. Instead he added, “If they want to show off in front of us I can think of worse forms of entertainment. Why don’t we bring bathing suits or workout clothes and take them up on it?” As Jen rejoined them and handed Elliot his drink, Brad added for her sake, “And besides, I’d love to see Alexa in a bikini or leotard—those thighs!”
Jen didn’t take the bait. “So I guess we’re going?”
They all looked at each other before deferring to Elliot to decide. “I suppose it would be fun. They seem like very outgoing people and I’m sure we’ll enjoy the evening. You want me to call them?”
Amy said, “You’ve got his card, right?” Brad admitted he had it, then she smiled and told them she couldn’t wait to see Damian in his workout clothes.
“But he said he worked out in the nude,” Jen said.
“Exactly!” Amy replied, and set them all to laughing.
Elliot took the card back from Brad and made the call.
The Moore’s didn’t want to limit the visit to evening hours as they cheerily invited the quartet to come over in the early afternoon. “Don’t forget bathing suits for the pool,” Alexa said before closing the call by giving Elliot their address for the GPS system.
Later, they didn’t talk much on the ride, each of them lost in his or her expectations—and imagination. Jen was the only that did much speaking, first teasing Amy about exercising in the nude before wondering aloud what they’d do for dinner since food wasn’t mentioned.
“I’m sure they’ll come up with something considering they invited us for practically the whole day,” Brad said and then added with a grin, “I don’t know about you three but if Alexa wants to get naked then I will too.”
Jen punched his arm lightly and said, “Maybe that’ll go for me and Amy as well.”
“Oh don’t say stuff like that,” Amy said in a near giggle. “I’m trying not to think about Damian and my fantasies.”
Elliot remained quiet and concentrated on the GPS unit and the driving.
The address was at the end of a long road, with an impressive gate and trees that blocked a view of the house. Elliot was ready to push a button on an intercom but before he did a male voice boomed at them, “Welcome to our humble abode. Drive on up.”
The gate swung open as Brad said what they were all thinking; not having seen a camera though there had to be one somewhere. “They must have some serious security measures,” he muttered.
“Maybe way out here, especially if they have money, they need some good security,” Elliot said absently as the house came into view after they drove down the long, tree-lined driveway.
Slack-jawed, Amy exclaimed, “They have money.”
Elliot thought that back where he came from this house would be called a mansion. It was huge though far from boxy; the architect knew what he was doing. He drove up to the front door in a turnaround and stopped just as the host and hostess came outside to greet them.
With handshakes all around Alexa led a tour of the house. If the goal was to impress the hell out of the guests she met the goal. The four of them couldn’t help but be awed by the immense house. The gym was bigger than some commercial establishments Jen had visited and she wasn’t hesitant to say it.
“You do look like you work out a lot,” Damian told her as he unabashedly looked her body up and down. “Brad, you must enjoy that body of hers I bet.”
“Every chance I get,” he replied with a chuckle.
“Is that right?” Alexa asked as she sidled up beside Jen.
“He better since I’m the demanding one,” Jen said followed by her own laugh.
Alexa practically purred, “I bet you are,” as now it was her turn to ogle Jen. She turned to Brad and said, “You keep up with her I take it.”
“She’d be the one to answer that,” Brad said, and felt more certain that the Moores were swingers and that they would keep feeling them out as the day progressed. He’d been doing his own ogling, checking out Alexa every chance he could, fueling his own imagination with the possibilities.
Jealous of the attention they were giving Jen and Brad, Amy got closer to Damian as they prepared a round of cocktails and made sure she stuck her chest out to get his attention. He noticed. He said to Elliot, “I bet this one keeps you hopping.”
“She thinks I don’t hop high enough.”
Alexa drew close to Elliot, took one of his hands in hers, studied it for a second or two and purred, “I bet you can hop pretty high.” The innuendo wasn’t lost on anyone.
Damian said to the group, “Why don’t we change into swim suits and hang out at our pool. My wife can show you where to change. In the meantime I’m going back to my gym and do a few rounds as I do every afternoon. I won’t be long.”
Amy exclaimed, “In the nude? Can I watch?”
Damian laughed and said, “That’s up to your husband.”
Elliot wasn’t happy when he snapped, “Whatever… if that’s what you want to do.”
Alexa took him by the arm and said, “Oh, don’t be like that. My husband loves to show off especially when a beautiful woman wants to watch him. He’ll probably try to sell her some equipment but that’s all he’ll do.” She took Brad’s arm with the other one and let both men, with Jen in tow to the pool. Elliot wasn’t placated. Brad’s thoughts were all on Alexa. Jen envied her friend and wasn’t all that sure Damian’s sales pitch would be limited to gym equipment.
Chapter 5
“It’s not like I didn’t warn you,” Damian said before he stripped.
Amy’s jaw dropped when she saw him. “Oh my God!” she blurted.
“Yep, it usually has that effect on women when they first see it,” he said with a grin as he did some stretches and then sat at a weight bench and performed some presses.
Amy stood and stared. She had her fantasy but upon seeing his manhood realized she never would have imagined THAT. She’d never seen any man this huge even in porn films. Damian was a finely chiseled and honed specimen overall—maybe the buffest man she’d ever met—yet nothing in her imagination compared to his impossibly extra-long and thick cock.
In between lifts and with a smile on his face he said, “Why don’t you change into your swim suit? I assume it’s in that bag of yours. I won’t look.” His smile became a mischievous grin.
Her eyes still glued to his massive unit, she said, �
��Like hell you won’t,” but nevertheless pulled her sky blue bikini from her bag and began to change.
“That body of yours is a piece of art.”
Amy scoffed and said, “I thought you said you wouldn’t look?’
“My bad, but no man can take his eyes away from a beautiful woman with assets like yours.”
She didn’t put the bikini on right away, instead she stood near him and watched his dick twitch, thicken and rise. Involuntarily, one of her hands went to her vulva and found she was profoundly wet, while the other cupped one of her breasts as her nipples ached with need.
He stopped lifting and looked at her. “You ain’t getting enough, woman?”
“N…N…No,” Amy muttered. “I want it…you…”
He grabbed the shaft of his stiffening cock and waggled it at her. “By the time we’re done your husband’s got to know what we’d done.”
“He won’t care.”
“That’s music to my ears, sweetcakes. You think you can handle this?”
Without hesitation Amy straddled Damian, grabbed his cock and slid the head between the folds of her wet vulva. When she lowered herself onto him she gasped and muttered, “Jesus, I don’t know…”
“Sure you do,” he said with a chuckle. But she really didn’t. She still wanted him—or more accurately she wanted her fantasy to come true—but she feared the physical result. To her he seemed too big to fit. On the other hand, he wanted Amy, as he had from the moment he saw her in the club, and no way was she going to back out now, even if her wimpy husband was in the house and would hear her scream.
He pushed her off, picked her up into his arms and carried her to the nearest bedroom. Amy’s eyes were wide as she processed the fact he held her with his muscular arms while his huge cock remained erect and brushed provocatively against her backside. She was about to be taken, and fantasy or no fantasy it was too late to say no.
She didn’t say no. In fact she didn’t say anything as he spread her legs, held them high and wide, and poked into the gap between her glistening wet labia.
“You wanted this. I know you do. So make way for the big guy and the best cum you ever had.”
He slid into her slowly, and because of his girth even with her excessive lubrication it wasn’t easy. He pushed a little more and she gasped. Push…gasp. Push…gasp, until he bumped her cervix. And he wasn’t all the way in Amy’s mind comprehended with amazement.
“Oh God…oh God…” Amy repeated endlessly as Damian fucked her. He wasn’t sure when she crossed the pain-pleasure threshold but change in the pitch of her wailing said she had crossed over at some point.
“Jesus, are you tight for a curvy woman! I don’t think I’m gonna last. Inside or out?”
Amy didn’t understand at first. Maybe it was because she was climaxing over and over again. When his meaning finally sunk in, she moaned, “Oh… out.”
He pulled his cock out of her with a ‘pop’ of slick suction, rested it on her throbbing pubis and unloaded gob after gob of hot semen onto her panting stomach and chest. He whacked his cock against her clit, eliciting another small orgasmic wave from her along with a splatter of semen like rain upon her already soaked torso. She was lost in thought as she absently rubbed his hot spunk on her breasts and achingly taut nipples.
Damian suggested a shower, “And then we can return to the others and pretend we were working out.”
“Wasn’t that what we were doing?” Amy replied with a sleepy smile. As they went to shower Amy asked him, “When can we do it again?”
Brad, Jen and Elliot were each a bit perplexed when Alexa, after leading them to the indoor pool went to change herself and was gone for several minutes. They weren’t self-conscious lounging in their bathing suits per se, it was that they were doing so in someone else’s house without the hosts around.
Brad nuzzled his wife and whispered low enough so Elliot couldn’t hear him, “Based on her professed fantasy, do you think Amy is doing anything more than watching him work out?”
“I’m not going to bet either way,” she whispered back. “However, I have the feeling that this invitation is all about fueling somebody’s fantasy, even if it’s not ours.”
“I have to admit that Alexa’s body is one I’d dream about being with.” When Jen gave him a dirty look he quickly added, “You mean you’re not curious about Damian’s… ah… endowment?”
“Okay, I admit the idea of him is intriguing, but not many women want to be poked by a flagpole. Some of us simply want to be filled nicely.”
“Do I do that? Fill you nicely?”
“Yes, but lose the fantasy about ‘nicely’ being with our host.”
When Alexa returned to them they didn’t notice her right away because they each heard the sound. Elliot looked like he’d been shot as he reacted and uttered, “Is that…?”
Alexa said, “Oh pooh, they’re just working out, that’s all. I think the distance to our gym is distorting the sound.” When they glanced toward Alexa one thing was evidently not distorted—make it two things. She’d entered the pool area topless, with nothing more than a G-string as bottoms. Brad whistled as he gazed upon the most beautiful pair of C-cup, pointed and firm breasts he’d ever seen, with prominent nipples to rival those of his wife.
Like with Amy’s D’s, her own A’s, perky and youthful as they were, would lose in any competition for her husband’s adolescent breast fixation with what Alexa was now proudly displaying. What she didn’t know was that Brad’s attention was as much on her tight musculature, especially her thighs and abs, than on her breasts. He began to daydream about having those petite yet muscular legs wrapped around him and he immediately grew hard.
“I guess I should’ve warned you on this part too,” Alexa said while focusing her attention on Elliot. “Damian and I do like we said. We work out in the nude and we also swim nude too. We’re proud of our bodies and basically since it’s our house we don’t think much about it. Have I offended you?”
Elliot shook his head. “No, at least not me. I suppose if I had a body like your husband’s I’d want to show it off too. On that note, by the way did you happen to check in on them while you were… changing?”
“No I didn’t, but I’m sure Amy being the adult she is wouldn’t be doing anything I wouldn’t do.”
Her sly smile confirmed Elliot’s fear. What she probably did every day was exactly what he feared Amy was doing now.
Just then Jen laughed and said to her husband, “Oh Lord, you’ve got a hard-on!” Whether he wanted it or not, Alexa’s attention went to his crotch.
“Don’t let it bother you, Jen. It doesn’t bother me, and in fact it’s rather flattering. Remember what I said about us showing off. It’s always great to be appreciated.”
Brad sheepishly said, “You are a piece of art, I’ll say, and I don’t mind appreciating it.”
Alexa joined them at poolside. They were actually sitting on the pool’s edge with their feet dangling in the water as Alexa squeezed in between Brad and Elliot. As she splashed her feet in the water she leaned a bit forward and said to Brad while looking past him to Jen, “I like to be appreciated but I think you’ve got something equally appreciable, Brad. Jen, you’ve got a tremendous body and if this guy doesn’t appreciate it I know I would.”
Jen chuckled and replied, “Don’t say things like that to him. You’re playing up to his biggest fantasy turn-on.”
“What’s that? You mean watching two women make love?”
“You got it,” Brad replied.
Alexa hugged his arm while intentionally brushing one of her tits against him. “That certainly is a turn-on. I mean, I love to watch two women make love… or a man and a woman,” she laughed. “I’m both a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I love to watch and be watched.” She casually placed a hand on his thigh and asked, “I take it you’ve had the pleasure, and it’s not an unrequited fantasy?”
Jen wasn’t sure how she should react, so she chose to react with humor instead
of snappish jealousy. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you were seducing my husband right in front of me.” She hoped her smile didn’t look too strained. And she wasn’t about to tell this relative stranger how she and Amy took care of Brad’s fantasy.
Alexa smiled back. “Damian says I do it naturally, like all the time. I can’t help myself.”
“And I can’t help myself either,” Brad said with a grin, pointing to his covered though obvious erection.
“Don’t sweat it. My husband always uses the old hippie phrase ‘let it all hang out’ and I agree. We shouldn’t be ashamed of what comes naturally, like arousal. It is what it is.”
Elliot decided her comment needed a response. “Is that what your husband’s doing now, letting it all hang out?”
Alexa turned and put her attention—and her other breast—on Elliot. “Ah, don’t be jealous. Damian likes to show off like me, and when it comes to letting things hang out, he has a considerable extent to hang. Just like Brad checking me out, I’m sure your wife is appreciating what she is seeing. Like I said, it’s all natural.”
“As long as it’s just seeing,” he retorted.
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