“What am I going to do? Have a hissy fit? We all knew, at least subconsciously that the Moores were swingers, or at least exhibitionists trying to draw us in to their web. If Brad wanted Alexa that badly I’d rather have it happen out in the open, with no cheating pretext. Besides, I enjoyed spending this time alone with you. You’re a fine man and frankly deserve to be treated better. Now kiss me before they jump into the pool and ruin everything.”
Amy and Brad couldn’t say much as they stared at their spouses embracing and kissing energetically. Damian could say something, though. “You still have your suit on, Elliot my man? I don’t believe it, with a hot number like Brad’s wife there. If it was me and your wife was kissing me like that I’d be out of my shorts in a sec and into her pussy, but don’t let us interfere.”
They kissed for a few moments longer until Elliot said to Damian, “And how many times have you… gone into her pussy, that is?”
Amy answered for him, “Not enough times. You know my fantasy,” she said and giggled as she grabbed and wiggled Damian’s flaccid but no less impressive dangling manhood with one hand as she pressed her tits into him and caressed his chest and bicep muscles with the other hand.
Brad and Damian eventually put their swim shorts back on, and the girls put on their bikini bottoms though they remained topless. More drinks were poured and consumed before Alexa called for some take-out. While they ate, Damian invited the four of them to the gym they owned, to “show it off” in the morning when things were “light” as he put it. Brad and Amy quickly accepted the invitation but saw right away that the spouses wouldn’t bite. They would go anyway, although both Amy and Brad pondered the kiss they’d witnessed, and separately felt jealousy’s sting.
Later that evening back at the villa, Brad and Amy took to the hot tub while Elliot and Jen lounged by the pool. Both couples spoke about their experience at the Moore house, granted that the conversations were quite different.
“Besides sitting in this hot tub, I’d say we put ourselves in hot water today,” Brad said to solemn looking Amy. “You think they’ll even talk to us?”
Amy didn’t respond for several seconds, then she finally said, “If I really think about it, I’d say that deep down I don’t care. Elliot hasn’t done anything for me in such a long time, and besides, fucking Damian was like a dream come true. After that cock I couldn’t care less about my husband’s.”
Brad’s expression telegraphed what he was about to say, and Amy picked up on it. “Does that mean that mine wouldn’t satisfy you?”
“Oh Brad, let’s not go there? I mean, you know how turned on I was with you and Jen in here yesterday. I like you. I think you’re a hot guy, but let’s not push things, okay?”
“I don’t think I’m pushing anything, but I keep thinking about that kiss yesterday and seeing you in action with Damian today, and I think you’re hot too and I’d like to see if we could be good together.”
“What about Jen? I thought you guys had a great sex life, and I’m thinking about yesterday too.”
“Jen sets her own pace,” was all Brad would say, leaving Amy to wonder what he meant.
After several minutes of silence Amy decided to lose her bikini. After she’d tossed it aside she figured she’d let Brad make his own decision.
In the meantime Jen and Elliot were more playful, swimming laps, splashing each other and basically acting like kids. At one point Jen said to him, “You’re looking better. Have you come to terms with what Amy did?”
“I wouldn’t go that far. If come to terms means resignation, then I guess so. If I don’t satisfy her then she can fuck all the Damians she can find.”
“Don’t talk like that. You’re a good man and she’ll figure that out soon enough. If she had to get today out of her system so be it. I’m treating what Brad did the same way.”
“You’re much more forgiving than I am.” He was silent for several seconds before he said, “Don’t get me wrong, but I have to say since getting to know you that you’re a fantastic woman, and probably too good for your husband.”
“That’s sweet, Elliot. However we shouldn’t be too hasty in condemning our spouses. We did marry them for reasons, didn’t we?” Jen said with a smile.
In bed later that night, Jen and Brad talked at length about what happened with Damian and Alexa. Primarily they spoke about the can of worms opened with all the talk about fantasies.
In a hushed tone Brad said, “I mean, you and Amy started it all with your little performance for me. Then there was our coupling in the hot tub. You initiated it. Did you realize how much it would turn Amy on? Is that why you fucked me?”
“I fucked you because I wanted to.”
“Well, maybe that’s the reason I fucked Alexa. Let’s face it, we all knew going over there what they wanted. All any of us had to do was say no. Since we all went to their place willingly, I’d say that we all accepted the inevitability that something like what happened would happen. Look at Amy. Damian didn’t even have to work at seducing her. He fell right into her fantasy like it was scripted.”
“What about you? Did you fall into her fantasies when you two were in the hot tub together?”
Brad sighed and said, “I guess I could ask the same about you and Elliot.”
“We didn’t, but fair enough, I don’t really care if you fucked Amy. Let’s get some sleep,” she said as she rolled over away from her husband.
Meanwhile in the other bedroom there was less talking but many more angry looks. Elliot did say, “I’m glad to see you got your fantasy taken care of.”
Amy’s answer was “You’re just jealous because he’s so much bigger than you and he got me off so easily,”
“Are you and Brad really going over to their gym in the morning?”
“Oh yeah, and maybe I’ll tackle that monster cock again.”
In that bedroom they both turned away from each other, though neither one fell right into sleep.
Come morning the breakfast banter was forced, with only Amy willing to talk about what happened, and in her own way rubbing it in by making sure her husband knew she was visiting Damian at the gym. After Brad and Amy left, Jen retreated to her bedroom while Elliot lounged outside by the pool and tried not to think about his wife.
From the moment she was alone with Elliot by the Moores’ pool Jen couldn’t take her mind off the man—and her fantasy. Yesterday she hadn’t been prepared to make the first move, even though she had casually suggested a blow job. Could she do more than that today?
She stripped back down and examined her naked body in the dresser mirror. Since her last wax job she had grown a small amount of stubble, so she decided to shave and spent a languid half-hour making herself smooth while teasing her clit. By the time she was done she was ready to explode. “Hold it together, girl,” she told herself as she hopped into the shower and used every bit of willpower to not masturbate. After the shower she tied her hair up in two opposing pony tails near the top of her head with scrunchies; digging out pieces of ribbon and locking them with two strands of the pink satin on top of the scrunchies.
Admiring her handiwork she giggled to match the nearly flat-chested young girl that was looking back at her. She rummaged around in her clothing to find a lacy babydoll nighty that she probably should have gotten rid of years ago since it was way too small. She slid it down over her head and giggled again when she saw it didn’t cover much of her ass and any of her bald pubis. “Just right,” she whispered and then giggled once more. She was visually ready, but was she emotionally ready to pull this off? Her extremely wet pussy was one answer.
Elliot was still by the pool when Jen brazenly walked out onto the patio. His jaw dropped when he saw her.
“How do I look?” she said with a subtle approximation of a lisp.
“Oh, Jen, you shouldn’t…”
“Come on, Elliot. I’m offering myself to you to legally fulfill that fantasy of yours. It won’t be a stretch for you to pretend I’m a young girl
, and besides, you have no idea how well I can act. I’ve been known to act like a ten-year-old at times,” she added with a laugh as she walked closer and sat next to him at the rim of the pool.
She saw him roll his eyes a little as he stared at her smooth pubis and vulva. After a prolonged silence he sighed and finally made eye contact with her. “I’ll feel like I’m taking advantage of you,” he said and sighed again.
Jen tried her coquettish best and whispered, “Please make love to me, Uncle Elliot. I want you to be my first.” She knew she’d struck a nerve when she noticed his shorts tenting. She leaned even closer and whispered in his ear, “I’ll be good for you,” before reverting back to the little-girl speech and saying, “I’m a virgin, you know, so be gentle.”
When Elliot arose from his sitting position Jen rose with him, and when he took her by the hand she uttered, “Please carry me in those big strong arms of yours, Uncle Elliot,” which was what he did. As he carried her through the villa and to the bedroom she smiled up at him the whole way, making sure she was touching his upper body as much as possible for additional stimulation, although she knew he didn’t need it.
As they walked through the bedroom door, Elliot said, “You’re going to get what you’ve wanted all along, Kelli. I’m going to pop your cherry like you’ll never forget.”
Kelli? Jen thought Oh God, he’s regressing into his fantasy. Instead of being concerned, the idea aroused her more than she already was. She whispered, “Be gentle Uncle Elliot, be gentle…”
He tossed her onto the bed before dropping his shorts. He was already tumescent, and Jen fully realized how much bigger he was than her husband. What did Amy want if she didn’t want THAT? On her back she spread her legs for him. He stopped and gazed at her vulva for several seconds before climbing onto the bed and moving toward her.
“Would you like me to suck on it, Uncle Elliot?” Jen purred. “I never did it but I know that boys like it and so I practice all the time, like with bananas.” He knelt there on the bed as Jen moved onto her knees facing him and pulled the babydoll nighty over her head and tossed it aside. Playing the role, she was tentative at first, more of a nibble than a full mouth suck. He reached down and massaged one of her nipples as she slowly took more and more of his length into her mouth. Suddenly she pulled back and gasped, “Uncle Elliot, you’re too big for my little mouth! I’m gagging!”
He muttered, “That’s okay, sweetheart. That’s not where I want to be anyway,” looking again at her bald pussy. If he saw it dribbling moisture he didn’t comment on it.
Jen lay back down and said, “Show me what you do to my mother. I want to be a woman too and not a girl… tonight.” Elliot was obviously in full-on fantasy mode but any nervousness she had in fucking him—her friend’s husband—was lost in the thrill of playing an eleven-year-old about to lose her cherry. Losing her virginity had been nothing to write home about, and she’d often dreamed as a teen of exactly the scenario they were about to simulate. She even had a beloved and hunky uncle in mind but never had an iota of courage to dare make the play. Regardless of the narrative that ran through Elliot’s mind at the moment, Jen had her own.
Elliot responded to Jen’s imploration by going down on her. Between licks he would say things like, “You taste so sweet, nothing like your mom.”
Jen responded with, “It feels so good. I’m getting a tingle down there and it’s nothing like I’ve ever felt before.” What she thought instead was how good Elliot was at cunnilingus as he hit all the right spots with his tongue and lips. She was going to orgasm quickly, and for the moment forgot about the role-play and rode the tide to climax.
Elliot was startled when Jen moaned and squirted pussy juice all over his tongue and chin. Jen would think later that Elliot obviously wasn’t accustomed to having his wife or any other woman cum like she did. However, right then she wasn’t thinking of anything else except for Elliot fucking her.
“I’m gonna take your cherry now, you little slut,” Elliot sneered. “Then we’ll see how you feel about sex.”
He was ready to mount her, but Jen thought back to comments he’d made about Amy’s passivity in bed. In her ‘Kelli voice’ she said, “I don’t know how to do it but can I like lay on top of you and do it that way?”
“Sure sweetheart,” he said, a bit caught off guard by the request.
With Elliot on his back, Jen straddled him, grasped his erection and slowly lowered herself. When he was about a quarter of the way into her vagina she mimed a flinch and uttered, “Oh, Uncle, it hurts,” but it was only for effect since she never stopped the penetration.
Upon her first up and down motion he said, barely above a whisper, “Are you okay?” as he lightly placed a hand on each of her hips.
“I’m…good,” she said. After the first few bounces Jen basically forgot the role play. Elliot’s good-sized cock filling her nicely, plus the serene look on his handsome face were quenching her desire much more than playing a virgin eleven year old. When she began to fuck him faster his heretofore languid eyes flew open with amazement, causing Jen to wonder if Amy ever took the top in their marriage bed.
“I’m gonna cum…I’m gonna cummmmmmmm!” Jen wailed as her orgasm hit her like a sledgehammer.
Elliot moaned and raspingly said, “Meeeee tooooooooo.” He pulled her downward, his cock to the hilt within her pulsating vagina, as he unloaded rope after hot rope of semen deep into her.
Before she rolled off of him, she met his lips with her own and kissed him for almost a minute as she came down from the high of her wonderful orgasm.
Chapter 7
“I didn’t imagine this,” Brad said as Damian and Alexa gave them the grand tour of their gym complex.
“You probably pictured a storefront in a strip mall or something like it,” Damian replied.
“Not exactly, but I’ve always associated gyms this size to be parts of chains.
At this time in the morning the place was sparsely populated but that was to be expected as most folks worked out after work or in the evening. Brad quickly noted that most of the patrons working out then were MILFs. Alexa read his thoughts and commented that she often made excuses this time of day to inspect the women’s showers.
Amy asked her kiddingly, “Have you ever hooked up with any of them?”
Alexa grinned and replied, “Busted!”
Glancing at some of the exercising women Amy said, “Ooooooo, maybe you and me could make an appearance in the shower later.”
“If you’re game, Amy.”
Damian laughed and said, “What if I went in there with you?”
“Then we’d get sued, my dear,” was his wife’s smiling answer.
When they finished the tour, Alexa invited Brad and Amy to use any equipment or facility in the gym. “My darling husband and I have some administrative things to take care of, so make yourself at home and we’ll see you later.”
Both already wore clothing they could exercise in, though changing out of them afterwards would of course be a problem. They talked about the dilemma, shrugged, and mounted two side-by-side treadmills. Before they picked up any speed they talked about their experiences yesterday and what each wanted out of today.
When the breathless conversation turned to Damian and his manhood, Amy wondered aloud, “I’d think with his body and that dick of his he’d make big bucks in porn.”
“She’s no slouch either,” Brad said. “You know, maybe that’s how they made the money to start this place. They wouldn’t exactly confess that to us seeing that we just met.”
“Interesting thought, though,” Amy said absently.
They picked up the pace and were basically jogging. In a breathy whisper, Amy said, “I… want… to… fuck… him… again.”
“I… wouldn’t… mind… doing… Alexa… again… either,” Brad panted.
Amy looked over at him and said, slowing back to a walk, “We’re both out of shape, aren’t we.”
Brad stopped and looked at her.
“Whatever it is, I love your shape.”
“You mean that? More than Alexa or your wife?”
“Yes, I mean it. Watching you with Jen and then next to me in the hot tub was a real turn on. Seeing you with Damian made it even more so.”
Amy stopped too. With a sly smile she said, “Are you propositioning me?”
Brad grinned. “I probably would be if I didn’t think you got spoiled by Damian’s cock. I can’t compete with that.”
They picked up their towels and sat on a bench at one end of the room. Amy didn’t answer him but when they sat down she asked, “Do you think Elliot and Jen are screwing now that they’re alone? After all, he is her fantasy.”
“Really? No shit!”
“Yeah, she told me the other day. And you heard Elliot’s fantasy, or maybe it should be called a hang-up.”
“Yes, and in thinking about it I bet Jen would be quick to play at being a girl to seduce him.”
“How do you feel about that if it does happen?”
“I’m not sure, but getting back to what we talked about earlier did Damian spoil you so you wouldn’t sleep with me?”
“No, he didn’t spoil me… for the right man,” she said coyly.
“Could I be the right man… at least for today?”
“Maybe we could find Alexa and see if there’s a private shower we can use. Isn’t that a great idea?” Amy said with a wink.
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