It's Always the Quiet Ones

by Callista Hawkes

  “Damn!” Tristan smiled. “I didn’t know you two had it in you!”

  “Always the quiet ones eh?” Melissa grinned, enjoying our friends’ shock. Tristan shook his head in disbelief.

  “Don’t you get jealous?” He asked Melissa.

  “No, not at all.” She replied. “I know he loves me and our friend is there just to spice things up once in a while.”

  “You lucky so and so.” Tristan looked at my enviously. Amy elbowed him in the ribs and he grinned sheepishly at her.

  “So Melissa.” Amy asked uncomfortably. “I know it’s none of my business, but if you don’t mind me asking, was the girl from work just for your husband’s benefit or…?”

  “For both of us.” Melissa smiled coyly.

  “Wow.” The younger woman blushed. There was an uncomfortable silence, no one really knowing what to say after these revelations.

  “Anyone for more wine.” I said, getting to my feet and picking up the empty bottle from the table. Everyone nodded and I made my way to the kitchen for a fresh bottle. By the time I returned, the topic of conversation had changed to something a little more mundane and everyone seemed to have relaxed again.

  “I’m going to freshen up.” Melissa, pushed herself back from the table, the chair squeaking against the laminate floor. An hour or so had passed from our admission and we had finished off another bottle between us.

  “I’ll join you.” Amy said, following her out of the room. Tristan waited until they were out of earshot.

  “You’ve fallen on your feet with that one.” He remarked. “I don’t think there’s many women that would be that open minded!”

  “I know.” I smiled proudly. “She’s something else.”

  A few minutes later, our wives finally returned. They looked at each other nervously before Melissa spoke.

  “We have a proposition to put to you.” Tristan and I looked at each other. I think we both guessed, or perhaps hoped, where this might be going.

  “Tristan.” Amy said. “Do you want to join me in the kitchen?” He got up and followed her out of the dining room, the door shutting behind them. Melissa sat down next to me and took my hand.

  “Amy and I were just talking.” She began carefully, studying my features, perhaps weighing up my reaction to her next words. “We were talking about her and Tristan joining us the way Leanne from work did.”

  “Do you mean watching each other or actually swapping?” I asked her, my cock twitching at the thought of it.

  “Both.” She replied. “Are you comfortable with that?” I considered for a moment. The thought of Melissa with Tristan was tinged with jealousy, but at the same time I found the thought of watching my wife with another man quite enticing. Besides which, I would have the pleasure of Amy at the same time, which was definitely an enticement! I slowly nodded my head. Melissa looked me in the eye, her face deadly serious. “You are sure aren’t you?”

  “Yes.” I told her and smiled. She returned my smile.

  “I love you.” She told me.

  “I love you too.” I replied leaning in to kiss her. The doors to the kitchen opened and Tristan and Amy returned. Melissa nodded at Amy and Amy nodded back.

  “Right.” Melissa said. “We’re all up for this so let’s set some ground rules. First of all, if at any point anyone is uncomfortable with what’s happening, they need only say the word and this ends immediately. Secondly, this is just between the four of us. No bragging around the water cooler gentlemen! Finally, this is a one time deal, so enjoy it while it lasts. I guess that’s it.” She smiled with a twinkle in her eye. “Right, shall we make our way to the bedroom?” We left the table and climbed the stairs to our bedroom. We all stepped inside, the excitement almost tangible. Melissa shut the bedroom door, dimmed the lights and gestured to the bed.

  “Why don’t you two gentlemen sit down on the end of the bed.” We did as we were told and sat next to each other, our wives standing in front of us. Melissa turned to Amy and they leaned into each other, softly pressing their lips to each other, their hands, gently caressing each other. I immediately felt a stirring in my groin as my wife ran her hands from Amy’s buttocks, up her back and into her blonde hair, gently pulling the younger woman’s face into hers, her kiss more passionate. Amy’s hands were exploring my wife’s curves, starting at her buttocks and sliding around her waist and up to her generous breasts, her hands gently squeezing her fleshy mounds. My wife let out a soft moan, stifled by Amy’s mouth. Melissa’s hands dropped from Amy’s hair, reaching for the zip at the back of her cocktail dress, she broke off her kiss and took a step to one side, turning Amy’s back towards us. She looked over Amy’s shoulder and gazed into my eyes, an alluring smile on her face as she slowly began to pull the zip down. Her hand pulled the zip inch by inch past Amy’s shoulder blades, past the small of her back right down to her waist and then reached up, sliding the straps off Amy’s shoulders. Amy wiggled her hips and shrugged her shoulders and the blue dress slid down her slim body collecting at her feet. I found myself gazing at Amy’s bare back and a red thong wedged between her toned buttocks. I shuffled uncomfortably on the bed, wishing I could adjust my cock, which was now semi erect and wedged uncomfortably in the restricted space of my underpants. Amy’s hands were busy at my wife’s dress and I watched as the green satin dress also dropped down to collect at her feet. They embraced again and turned sideways on to us. My wife, whose large breasts always required support, was wearing a black bra and knickers. Her bra clad breasts were pressed against Amy’s naked chest and they kissed again before turning to face us, Amy’s hands self consciously covering her exposed nipples.

  “It’s ok Amy.” Melissa smiled reassuringly. Amy looked at Tristan and he nodded. She tentatively lowered her hands revealing her small, pert breasts, holding my gaze as she did. My eyes widened and a smile crossed her lips, enjoying my reaction, shedding her inhibitions as she had her dress. I felt my hard cock twitch again within the cramped confines of my underwear and I wondered how long I could stand this delicious torture.

  “You both look quite overdressed for the occasion.” Melissa grinned. “Let’s see if we can make you both a little more comfortable.” Melissa stepped towards me and quickly undressed me, pulling off my shirt and unbuckling my trousers, hooking her hands in the sides and pulling my trousers and underpants off in one movement. My hard cock sprung free, slapping against my belly, causing Melissa to giggle.

  “I see you’re good to go then.” She remarked, dropping to her knees in front of me and taking my cock into her mouth. As I groaned with pleasure, my groan was echoed to my left. I glanced over and saw Tristan had thrown his head back, his hands in his wife’s blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down in his lap. My cock twitched in my wife’s mouth as I felt a jolt of excitement at watching Tristan’s beautiful wife pleasure him. I turned my attention back to my own wife and enjoyed the warm, moist sensation of her lips sliding up and down my rock hard shaft. She reached between my legs, gently cradling my balls in one hand and stroking them, her fingertips teasing the area between my balls and my arse. I smiled enjoying the familiar sensation of my wife’s wonderful blowjob, but I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. Had I misunderstood? I thought we were supposed to be swapping wives. I needn’t have worried. Melissa slid her lips from my cock and pulled her hand from my balls and shuffled over to Tristan.

  “My turn.” She announced. Amy pulled Tristan’s cock from her mouth and made way for my wife. Melissa didn’t even hesitate, but immediately dropped her head into Tristan’s lap and engulfed his saliva slick cock. I definitely felt more than a pang of jealousy as I watched my gorgeous wife, who I loved more than anything in the world gleefully sucking on my best friend’s cock, but I had to admit, it was really hot to watch. I almost forgot about Amy, who was watching Melissa sucking off her husband. I wondered if she was feeling uneasy or turned on watching them. Perhaps, like me, it was a bit of both. She turned to me and shuffled towards me on her kn
ees, reaching out and grasping my cock. She didn’t look at me at all, just my hard cock. Was she having second thoughts? She certainly didn’t seem as comfortable with the situation as Melissa. I was just about to tell her that she really didn’t have to do this if she didn’t want to when with one last glance at her husband, who had his hands in my wife’s hair and was groaning with pleasure as she worked her magic on him, she opened her mouth and took me inside. It felt very different to Melissa, who was all lips and enthusiasm. Amy took her time, sliding her lips and her tongue all over me, the tip of her tongue seemingly flicking over every square inch of my swollen shaft, while lavishing special attention on the tip of my cock, her tongue swirling around my glans, teasing it. It was almost like foreplay for the foreplay as I moaned with pleasure, glancing down at her, her blonde hair hanging down and tickling my hips, her blue eyes, gazing up at me and her mouth full of my hard cock. If Amy had been having any second thoughts, they had now dissipated. Her eyes were full of lust as she intensified her ministrations and I was beginning to wonder where we all stood on coming, as Amy wasn’t far off a mouthful.

  "My turn." I heard Melissa tell Tristan. I glanced over and saw my wife, still on her knees, but tugging at Tristan's engorged cock. I hadn't seen his cock yet and was relieved to see that he wasn't as long as me, but I did notice that it looked thicker. I watched as Tristan helped my wife to her feet, reached behind her to unfasten the clasp of her bra, which fell away to the floor, her large breasts looking fantastic as always. Tristan's hands caressed them for a moment, a smile spreading across his face as his hands cupped them and gently kneaded them before remembering to stay on task. He bent lower, hooking his hands into the elastic waistband of her knickers and pulled them down, allowing them to drop to her ankles. Melissa stepped out of them and lay back next to me on the bed, her knees up, legs open and her right hand idly teasing at her clit. Tristan smiled down at her and settled down between her thighs. Melissa squealed with delight and I heard the telltale slurping sounds as Tristan went down on my wife. Again, I felt a pang of jealousy and paranoia too. Would Melissa compare Tristan's technique favourably to my own? Would she prefer Tristan's thicker cock to my own? I felt a strong suck on my cock. Amy, realising my attention was elsewhere was reminding me that she was in the middle of pleasuring me. I looked down at her and smiled apologetically as she resumed her gentle sucking and licking of my shaft. My distraction had at least halted my on rushing climax, so I enjoyed a couple more minutes of her magical tongue before I gently pulled her face away from my cock. She reluctantly allowed my cock to drop from her mouth, perhaps intending to take me all the way to climax. I stood up and guided her to the bed, where she lay down on her back next to my wife and assumed a similar position. Tristan seemed to have my wife well on her way if her moans of pleasure were anything to go by. Amy still had her red thong on. I reached for it, hooking my fingers into the thin waistband and easing it down past her toned thighs and pulled it past her ankles, letting it drop to the floor. Her hand went straight to her pussy, hiding it from my view. I looked up at her face expecting that she might be feeling self conscious again, but she was smiling back at me, waiting. I looked again at her hand at her pussy. She wasn't shielding it from me, she was masturbating. She had pushed two fingers inside herself and was working them in and out. My mouth dropped open as I watched dumbstruck as she pleasured herself. She smiled at me and pulled her fingers from her pussy, reaching her hand out to me, her index and middle fingers glistening with her juices. I bent forward and took her fingers into my mouth, licking her juices from them. Amy giggled softly before pulling her fingers from my mouth and stretching her thighs apart, the invitation clear. I lowered my head between her legs and softly kissed my way up her thighs. I could feel the head radiating from her pussy as I moved close to it. My cock twitched as I smelt her feminine scent. I pulled back for a moment, her pussy was shaved apart from a small tuft of blonde pubic hair. Her labia were glistening with her juices. I lowered my face, stretched out my tongue and licked her pussy from the bottom of her lips to the top, parting her labia and lapping at her clit. Amy gasped and let out a guttural moan of pleasure, her fingers running through my hair as I lapped at her moist pussy. Next to me, I could hear Melissa cranking up to a big one. Tristan was obviously no slouch with his tongue and was swiftly bringing my wife to her climax. I wished I could watch, but my face was buried in Amy's wet pussy as I flicked her clit with my tongue. I heard my wife cry out as she came and I felt my cock twitch. It ached for stimulation, so I reached my hand between my legs and grasped it, gently stroking it to relieve the ache that was building up. Amy must have realised what I was doing.

  "Swing around." She told me. "Let me suck your cock while you eat my pussy." I did as she said, pulling my face from between her thighs and climbing on top of her, straddling her head before lowering my face back to her sodden pussy and resuming my work. As I lowered my head, I glanced over at Melissa and Tristan. She was bent over the end of the bed and Tristan was positioning himself to enter her from behind. As I returned my lips to Amy's pussy, I heard Melissa grunt as my best friend penetrated my wife. At the same time, I felt a tongue on my balls as Amy began to work her magic on me. She kissed and licked at every inch of my sack as she had earlier to my shaft, before taking my cock into her mouth. She worked at my cock very slowly, anticipating that there was more to come and wanting to keep me from getting too close. As I sixty-nined Tristan's wife while he fucked mine, I felt exhilarated. The thrill of having the forbidden fruit of my best friends wife while I watched him do the same to mine was intoxicating. I found myself wondering why we hadn't done this before now. Amy's mouth stopping moving on my shaft and I felt her stiffen. Her thigh's clamped around my head and her hips bucked as she came, her cries muffled by my cock in her mouth. She finally came back down to Earth and her thighs opened. I pulled my face from her pussy and climbed off her. She smiled up at me before leaning forward and kissing me.

  “Now where was I?” She smiled, sinking back to her knees and taking my cock back into her mouth. I smiled, watching the blonde’s head bobbing up and down and the delicious warmth of her mouth around my cock. I glanced over to the other side of the bed. Melissa was now on her back, her legs up on Tristan’s shoulders as he thrust his cock into my wife with wild abandon. The pangs of jealousy I had felt earlier had subsided and I found myself enthralled, watching my wife taking another man’s cock. Tristan’s grunts of pleasure began to get louder and more frequent.

  "I'm getting close to coming." He warned her.

  "Where do you want to come?" She asked, looking up at him, her eyes wild.

  "Let me come on your tits." He told her.

  "Not yet." I heard Melissa tell him. "First I want you to slide your thick cock into your wife while she sucks my husband's cock." Tristan glanced over at us, Amy still bobbing her head up and down on my cock. He pulled out of Melissa and I watched as he moved behind Amy, gently took hold of her hips and positioned his cock. She made a muffled grunt on my cock and momentarily paused her ministrations while her husband slid his cock inside her. I watched him grasp his wife's hips as he found a rhythm. Amy began to moan around my cock as she enjoyed a cock at each end. I glanced at my own wife, who was sprawled across the far side of the bed, watching us intently, her hand feverishly working away at her clit. I couldn’t believe what was happening, Tristan and I spit roasting his wife while my wife masturbated at the sight of it. Even though Amy was struggling to keep any sort of rhythm on my cock with the pounding she was getting at the other end, the sheer eroticism of the scene I was partaking in was keeping me close to coming myself. I looked down at Amy, who was looking back at me, her mouth stretched around my cock, my shaft slick with her saliva. I glanced towards Tristan, who had his wife’s hips in his hands while he thrust his cock inside her. He was gazing down at his wife's bobbing head. I wondered how he felt about watching his wife sucking my cock. Whether he felt jealous or aroused. I got the answer momentarily.


  "I'm getting really close." He looked pleadingly in my wife's direction. Melissa smiled and her hand moved from her clit up to her chest. She cupped a breast in each hand.

  "You mean you're ready to come all over these?" She teased.

  "Yes." He hissed. "Please let me come on you." Melissa sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him to come to her. He pulled out of Amy and stood in front of my wife. Amy sat up, my cock dropping from her mouth as she turned her attention to her husband and my wife. Melissa leaned forward and took Tristan back into her mouth and a few sucks later, she leant back and pressed her fleshy orbs together. With a grunt, Tristan came, ropes of pearly white come streaking from his thick cock and splashing all over her soft breasts. She smiled up at him as he emptied his balls all over my wife's magnificent rack. The come coating both her nipples and splashing all over her cleavage. When the flow of his come finally ebbed, she took his cock back into her mouth and licked the last remnants from his shaft, looking over at me and licking her lips theatrically. Tristan, his cock already wilting, staggered back dropping into a chair in the corner.

  "I'm spent." He told us, with a wry though satisfied smile. "I guess I'll watch from now on." Amy, who looked as mesmerised as I was climbed up off her knees and approached my wife. She looked like a woman possessed as she knelt down in front of her and began to lick Tristan's come from Melissa's breasts. Melissa, who initially seemed taken aback, reached for the younger woman, stroking her blonde hair and guiding her from one breast to the other until she had lapped up every last drop of come from my wife's chest. Melissa then intuitively lay back on the bed and shuffled up a few inches. Amy was now face to face with my wife's pussy. She didn't hesitate, immediately burying her face between Melissa's legs. My wife moaned with pleasure. Amy somehow got back to her feet without breaking contact with Melissa's pussy and wiggled her arse in my direction. I got the idea and approached her, putting my hands on her toned buttocks. She shuffled her feet, parting her legs. I took my hard cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy. I noticed out of the corner of my eye as Tristan craned forward, watching intently as I prepared to penetrate his wife. Amy reached back between her legs, taking hold of my cock and guiding it inside her. I pushed, my shaft glistening with Amy's saliva, sliding easily into her soaking wet pussy. I let out a moan as I buried the full length of my shaft inside her. Amy moaned into Melissa's pussy as I began to thrust in and out of her. I looked at the back of her blonde haired head buried between my wife's thighs. Melissa was lying back enjoying the attention Amy was giving her pussy. She noticed me gazing at her and gave we a wink and a grin. She watched me as I pumped my cock in and out of Amy while I watched Amy's head moving between my wife's thighs. It was as if Amy had become our own personal fuck toy, here for our pleasure. Melissa was the first to climax, crying out and grasping Amy's head as she as she arched her back, shrieking with joy as she came. She immediately slid out from under Amy spun around, lying on her back with her head hanging over the edge of the bed beneath Amy. Melissa guided Amy forward. She pulled off my cock and stood over Melissa's head. Melissa began to return the favour, lapping at Amy's clit. Amy looked over her shoulder at me.