SummersEnd

by Adriana Kraft

  “I bet you were,” Jen replied, surprised she felt no jealousy. “You’d better stop. You’re turning me on, and we don’t have time to play now.”

  “I know.” Sarah ran her fingers through Jen’s hair. “I’m so glad you’re okay. And I’m so looking forward to tonight. Last night and this morning I had sex and it was very good. Tonight I will make love with my two closest friends and that will be lovely. I know it will.”

  She brushed back tears. “I feel like I’ve finally exorcised a ghost.”

  Frowning, Jen asked, “What do you mean?”

  “I hate to say it. I have so many fond memories of Matthew. But those last several months took a toll, I suppose, on my sense of being sexual. Obviously, you and Brett and Carl and Alice have helped me find my sexual self again. But there was something about being able to have sex in the hot tub with Ryan that brought me full circle. He’d gone through a life threatening heart attack and didn’t die. And he and I managed to have sex and he didn’t die. I know I must sound like a mess, but I feel like I went through some sort of rebirth in that hot tub.”

  Jen couldn’t help herself. She started to giggle. “I’m sorry,” she said quickly, “I don’t mean to treat what you shared lightly, but it strikes me as funny.”

  “What does?”

  “I wonder how many women wish they could go through a life-changing rebirth with a hard cock in their pussy.”

  “Oh.” Sarah winced and then started to giggle, too. “Or, if not a cock, maybe a tongue.”

  “Hmm. So true. Okay, girl. We’ve got to finish getting lunch ready. After lunch I have to do more shopping for the party.”

  “I’ll help with that, and I’ll share the costs.”

  “We’ll see about that.”

  “Then I’ll have to start packing. I can’t believe I have to leave Monday morning. Early.”

  “I know. It’s going to seem so different around here without you. I’ll miss you.”

  “And I’ll miss you. And Brett, of course.”

  “Of course. We’ll try to have a special time tonight, just the three of us. And we need to get our calendars out and plan ahead. If we don’t plan ahead, I’m afraid we’ll all get too busy and not reconnect as often I want to.”

  Sarah nodded. “And need to.”

  * * * *

  “That was so loving. I don’t want this night to end.”

  Sarah’s words made Brett choke back emotion. He kissed the back of Sarah’s neck and eased his softening cock out of her. He remained spooned behind her, with each hand cupping a breast. He watched his wife kiss Sarah again before shifting away slightly, giving Sarah more room to breathe.

  “I’m glad you liked that,” Jen said, smiling as her eyes misted. “I don’t want the night to end either, but…”

  “I know, time goes by. But that was truly a gift, with Brett going so slowly and you kissing my clit. I didn’t think it was ever going to end.“ Sarah sighed, kissed Jen’s forehead and squeezed Brett’s hand that still held her breast. “I didn’t want it to end. I’ve had more bombastic orgasms, but none more lovely. Thank you. Both of you.”

  “Thank you,” Brett said. “We’re both going to miss you.”

  “This will be our last night together.”

  “We have all day tomorrow,” Jen countered.

  “And we’ll be cleaning and getting ready for the party. I’m kinda sorry the party had to be moved to Sunday night instead of tonight. We would’ve had our last night to ourselves. But,” Sarah added quickly, “I am looking forward to meeting Angelica and Rico. And know they can’t do a Saturday night party.”

  “You’ll love playing with them,” Jen said. “They both are amazingly creative.”

  “I wish the Dean hadn’t decided to have a full administrative working lunch on Monday, but I can’t miss that. So I’ll have to leave early Monday morning. If you guys want to sleep in after the party, I’ll understand that.”

  “Nonsense,” Brett said, “we’ll see you off. We’re not going to have you sneaking off by yourself before the sun is up.”

  Sarah giggled. “We’ll see. I don’t want to think anymore about Monday. So we have Columbus Day weekend booked. That seems like so far off. I’m not sure about Thanksgiving. I may have to fly to California to see my parents. Christmas is out. You’ll have your kids here and I’m sure I’ll be in California then.”

  “What about Cancun?” Brett asked. “Have you given that more thought? Donna and Ryan said they could go the second week in December. By then we should be out of hurricane season and still have some time before Christmas.”

  “I want to come with you guys, but I won’t know for sure until I have a chance to look over my academic schedule and check things out with the Dean. It’s going to be difficult to get an entire week free during the academic year.”

  “Maybe,” Jen suggested, “you could fly down for a four day weekend.”

  “That’s more doable. We don’t have classes on Monday. I’d just need to get someone to cover for me on Friday.”

  “That’s a long ways to fly for four days,” Brett pointed out. “Not that we wouldn’t all like to share the warmth of the beach with you.”

  “I’ve never been to a clothing optional resort. And of course I’ve never been where swingers gather to party in such large numbers. It must be something to see.”

  “And experience.” Brett hugged Sarah closer. His cock stiffened against Sarah’s buttocks.

  “Yummy. That feels nice. And Cancun sounds delightful. I’ll try to work something out. Of course, that also depends on my parents being okay.”

  “Of course,” Jen said. “Family can trump play at any time. That’s the way it is for all of us.”

  Sarah wiggled against his cock. “Neither of you have gotten off yet, while I’ve had several orgasms already. Maybe we should do something about that. Would you like?” She turned her head to kiss Brett lightly.

  “Sounds like a wonderful idea,” Brett replied. “You may choreograph. We are in your hands.”

  Sarah lifted a leg and tugged softly on his cock. “Hmm. Let me think about this. What would work for both of you? Ah. One of my favorite positions. And it will work for all of us. Why don’t you slip on a fresh condom, Brett, while I get your wife where I want her.”

  Brett moved off the bed and grabbed another condom. Splitting it open with his teeth, he watched Sarah playfully roll Jen on her back. Sarah stood at the end of the bed and tugged Jen by the legs. She leaned over and slid her tongue up Jen’s inner thigh. Before reaching Jen’s vulva, Sarah raised her head and looked at him. She pointed back at her raised rear. “You might find something back there to play with. Either hole is fine with me. Only this time, don’t hold back. I want you to come.

  “I want both of you to come,” she added, redirecting her attention to Jen.

  Watching Sarah begin lapping at his wife’s pussy, Brett grabbed the lube and positioned himself behind Sarah’s raised butt. He bent down and kissed one butt cheek and then the other. Although her response was muffled, she waggled her ass, clearly encouraging him. He spread her cheeks with both hands and grinned when her dainty rosebud opened slightly. Ignoring his wife’s sounds of pleasure as she called out to their lover, Brett tapped the tip of his tongue at Sarah’s back door. She flinched forward and then back. His furrowed tongue poked into her interior. “Good God,” Sarah yelped. “My ass. He’s tonguing my ass. Yes.”

  Brett chuckled as Jen grabbed Sarah by the ears, pulling her back down to cover her pussy. Driving his tongue farther, Brett reached around Sarah’s hip to tease her exposed clit. She’d get her wish. He’d come for her, but he was going to take his time doing so. As for Jen, her squeals told her story. Sarah already had her coming, but he knew his wife very well. That would only be the first of many for her.

  “What are you doing to her, Brett?” Jen gulped in air. “Her tongue was warp speed.”

  “He’s got his tongue in my ass and he’s toying with my clit.
And then he backs off,” Sarah wailed. “He’s torturing me.”

  “Ah,” Jen giggled, “that explains it. So he won’t let you come.”

  “Not yet,” Brett said, lifting his head briefly. “I’m just getting her ready. Besides, Sarah said this time it was about us coming.”

  Sarah let out a loud groan as he sank his tongue back into her.

  “Don’t worry, girl. He won’t leave you hanging forever.”

  “I know,” she half whined. “I just want him to get on with it.”

  “Why don’t you concentrate on me more and let Brett do his thing? You know you’re enjoying it.”

  “Oh, yeah,” Sarah again waggled her butt, “but I’ve never had anyone spend this much time getting my ass ready for fucking.”

  Brett ran his fingers down her spine and smiled when she shivered. He pulled back onto his haunches. “And how many people have you had in your ass?”

  She rested her forehead on Jen’s pubic bone. “Just you and Jen.”

  “That’s what I thought. So your ass is only ours so far.”

  “So far,” she said. “Don’t gloat. Just do it. I want your cock.”

  “Where do you want my cock?”

  “In my ass, damn it.”

  “Okay. I believe I can meet the lady’s request.” He rose to his feet, grabbed the lube and spread some liberally on his cock and on her asshole. Using his thumb, he worked the lube farther into her body.

  She grunted.

  Satisfied she was ready, Brett pressed the tip of his cock against her now wide-open rosebud. He grabbed Sarah’s hips and eased inward. He paused for her to widen more.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Oh hell, yes. I’m ready for you.”

  Brett saw Jen blow him a kiss with both hands.

  “Be our hero, big guy. Give our lover a memory she won’t soon forget.”

  Brett nodded and shut his eyes, blocking out everything but the feeling of filling Sarah’s ass bit by bit.

  “Oh my God, that feels so fucking good,” Sarah wailed. “So big. Are you in all the way yet?”

  Glancing down at their joining, Brett shook his head. “Not yet. Close.”

  Sarah rose on her toes and pushed back.

  “That did it,” Brett groaned. “Son of a bitch, you are tighter than tight.”

  “Give me a minute. I want to get two more fingers in Jen.”

  Brett watched Jen chew on her lower lip and squeeze her tits.

  “One of these times I’m going to get my whole fist in you,” Sarah claimed, “but not now, not with a guy filling my ass. There. Four fingers will have to do. Okay, Brett. We’re ready. Go for it. Do not hold back for one second, understand?” She pulled away and pushed back against him, as if for emphasis.

  “Don’t worry about that. I’m been on the brink a lot tonight. Make sure you’re fucking Jen, because I’m sure as hell going to fuck you.”

  Brett playfully slapped Sarah’s right butt cheek and then the other. And then he pressed forward, sinking as far into her as he could reach. Slowly, he withdrew and eased back in smoothly. He opened his eyes to see Sarah’s elbow speeding back and forth, driving her fingers into Jen, whose eyes were squeezed tightly shut. With her legs straight up in the air, Jen provided Sarah with the best possible target she could.

  He saw Jen crack one eye open. She smiled at him. “She’s pushing me over the top, Brett. Fuck her. Let’s do this together. You want to come in her ass. I know you do. Listen to her. She’s screaming for it.”

  “Hurry, Brett,” Sarah yelped, “I’m almost there. I can’t hold off much longer. I can’t take much more. Come for me. Hurry! Please.”

  Closing his eyes again, Brett held Sarah’s hips tight in his grasp while picking up his pace. He groaned when he felt her fingers trying to clutch his balls. She never could get a good hold on him—he was moving too rapidly. But just her fingertips on his balls made them tighten. His hips went on autopilot. He lost control. His body had taken over. If she had wanted him to stop, he couldn’t. A force beyond himself—beyond the three of them—drove him toward completion.

  “Holy shit!” he shouted. His hips hurled him onward, driving him deeper and deeper. As if from an echo chamber, he heard both women cheering him on. At last the churning set off a chain reaction. His balls released. His cock expanded in Sarah’s ass and then it exploded. He clutched her body tight to his. She collapsed to the bed and he stayed with her, still pumping as if there was yet another reservoir to draw from.

  The first sound he heard was Sarah whimpering. He started to pull out to move his weight off of her.

  “No,” she called out. “Don’t go. Not yet. Stay in me. Just hold me. Both of you.”

  Gasping for breath, Brett nodded and watched Jen lean forward to run her fingers through Sarah’s blond hair. “Let me know if my weight is too much.”

  “I will. Trust me.”

  He didn’t know how much time had elapsed when he finally opened his eyes and could see clearly.

  Jen smiled at him and blew him another kiss. “You look totally exhausted,” she said. “That was amazing, guys—looks like, for all of us.”

  Sarah nodded. “I guess all things come to an end. You can pull out now, Brett. Very carefully.”

  “I know.” His semi-hard cock slipped out of Sarah without much difficulty. He made certain the condom came with. Brett rose to his feet, but before leaving he leaned back down and kissed Sarah’s butt cheek. “You are an incredible woman. What a transformation you’ve gone through these past several weeks.”

  “Amazing, isn’t it,” Sarah purred, rolling onto her back as Jen gave her space. “Sometimes I don’t recognize myself.” She blushed deeply. “Guess I’m still adjusting to the new me.” She yawned, absently patting Jen’s pussy. “I know we have to get some rest and we need to clean up, but this is one of those times when I wish sleep was not required and energy was boundless.”

  Discovering he could still walk, Brett headed unsteadily toward the door. “I’ll leave you guys the upstairs bathroom. I’ll clean up downstairs. Want me to bring anything back up?”

  “Water!” both women exclaimed in unison.

  * * * *

  Jen checked the bedroom clock. “Our guests should start arriving in an hour.” She smoothed out the tops of her black thigh-highs and peeked at her husband slipping on a black shirt. “Don’t know why we spend so much time deciding what to wear when most of it’s going to come off anyway.”

  She reached for a black mini with a zipper on the side, stepped into it and with some effort pulled it up over her butt.

  “I know what you mean,” Brett agreed, grinning at her reflection in the mirror. “You look hot. At least you’ve learned not to bother with thongs or panties.”

  “Learned the hard way. Can’t tell you how many I’ve lost because they were ripped off or simply misplaced. There must be some parallel universe that has a lost and found for swingers.”

  Before putting on her white blouse that had only three buttons, she sat on the stool in front of her makeup table and started doing her face.

  “Are you going to put rouge on your nips tonight?”

  She frowned at Brett. “That would mess up my white blouse. Don’t know why you find that so sexy.” She sighed. “Maybe after I take the blouse off. I know Carl finds that sexy, too. Then I can use the edible stuff.”

  “That’s good. So do you think Sarah is ready for this?”

  “As ready as she’ll ever be. As it turns out, I’m glad our party had to be moved from Saturday to Sunday. Yesterday was hard enough being alone with Sarah. Can you imagine how bad it would be if we had to mope around the house the day before she left?”

  “We weren’t moping last night.”

  Jen flashed Brett a smile. “I noticed. That was fun. Lots of fun. But we can’t fuck twenty-four-seven. We would’ve had far too much time on our hands.”

  Brett came up behind her and massaged her shoulders. “You just hate goodbyes.”


  Jen nodded, struggling with tears. “I always have. Knowing that doesn’t help. I’m dreading tomorrow morning, but I also want to get it over with. Maybe our lives can get back to normal.”

  Brett shrugged. “What’s normal? I know I’m going to have to work some late nights next week to catch up at work.”

  “Me, too.”

  “So do you think we’ll get back in the routine of swapping partners with Donna and Ryan on Wednesday nights?”

  “I expect so. I hope so. Don’t you?”

  “Of course. I’ve missed my time with Donna. I’ve also missed our foursomes. At least they’re talking about going to Cancun with us. It might take a week or two, but I bet we’ll be trading back and forth with them again. I don’t doubt that one bit.”

  “And Sarah?”

  “It’ll be different, that’s for sure.” Brett kissed the top of Jen’s head. “We seem to have some play dates worked out and we’ll just have to see how things go. It’s going to be harder to match our schedules now. And then there’s Angelica and Rico. They seem to want to book a lot of our time.”

  “That may be just that initial rush or high we get when it really feels like it clicks on the first time out.” Applying eyeliner, she added, “We’ll have to see how it’s going after four or five play dates.

  “That does seem to be a watershed. Couples often fade away after that, if not before. Not all, of course. Look at Carl and Alice. “

  “True. And I expect we’ll see more of Carson and Vanessa at some point down the road. I know Vanessa had a horrendous experience, but they got so much pleasure from swinging. I think they’ll figure out how to play more safely—like not going to house parties where they don’t know everyone in advance, or only going to clubs with other couples they know. “

  “We’ll see. From what Alice says, that had to be a very traumatic time for Vanessa and for Carson. Hope you’re right. I miss both of them. They have a kind of energy that keeps us young.”

  Brett went to the closet and selected a pair of trousers and Jen started on her lips. She applied the lipstick and wet her lips. Tilting her head she said, “That’s that. It’ll probably be smeared shortly any way.”