“Sort of, I guess.”
They were getting up, trading places. Diane laid down for her oiling.
“Sort of?”
“Well, my wife is beautiful.”
“Of course. And you like seeing her naked.”
“I do.” He smiled and took a drink.
“Even with Mark.”
It was sexy. But how could he deny that? How could he admit that? How could he admit he liked seeing her hands on the man's shaft? But when Mark's hands were on her, he felt jealous. Why was that?
He finished off his drink. They would have to get more. But he was enjoying the show.
When Diane turned over to lay on her back, she spread her legs out a bit. Mark had a great view of her pussy and kept looking at it, drooling.
“And you don't have a problem with that?” He pointed.
She didn't answer right away. “The first time he invited his friend over, I thought he didn't love me anymore.”
Mark oiled Diane's thighs and leaned over suddenly, planting a loud and wet kiss on her clit. She gasped and started up in surprise but then settled back down.
Tom's cock twitched, hardening.
Mark moved up between her legs, his cock hanging heavy, throbbing, aiming at Diane's open pussy.
“And then I realized,” Julia said, “that he really did love me. So much that he wanted special friends to see how special I was.”
Tom's eyes were glued to Mark's cock. It was getting closer. His own dick was getting very hard.
“It was as much a gift to me as a gift to them. I wasn't being used, I was being worshiped.”
Mark's penis butted up against Diane's pussy. He left it there, variously poking, prodding, bumping and rubbing on her pussy.
Tom started to pant. He watched his wife's hips squirm. “Worshiped?” he said, breathless.
“Like Mark is worshiping your wife.”
He watched Mark's back flex slowly for an instant, pushing his hips and cock forward. The head bent in Diane's pussy lips. Then he withdrew.
Diane moaned in frustration and said, “You rotten tease.” She pushed him away and motioned him to lay down. She climbed over him and rested her crotch on his. She slid her pussy back and forth, stroking her lips along the shaft as it lay pressed between them on his stomach.
His wife did look good and he found that he was happy for her having the opportunity for pleasure.
Diane leaned down and kissed Mark.
Tom raised an eyebrow. He did feel good seeing her kiss Mark. He did feel good seeing her rub her pussy that belonged to him along the man's shaft. Any man? Or just Mark? Was Mark safe? A friend, not a threat?
Mark moved his hips and his erection popped up from between them and rode up her pussy to her crack. She wriggled her hips against it. Mark shifted down a little more and his cock angled more towards her pussy. Diane wriggled her hips a little more when she felt the head of Mark's penis brushing against her clit.
Even that looked good to Tom. Even Mark's cock toying at her pussy turned him on. It made him feel good. Seeing her, so familiar to him, teasing another man, his cock toying at her hole. He realized he was panting.
Julia was watching him, only occasionally glancing at her husband and her friend. She reached over and worked his waistband down to toy with his erection.
He groaned. His dick was very hard.
There was sudden movement and then Diane and Mark were laughing.
“Oops,” Diane said.
Julia giggled.
“Uh, sorry about that, Tom. Just a little penetration there.”
Tom saw the glisten of their juices on the head of Mark's cock. His wife's juices. And it seemed okay.
His wife got off and moved under the umbrella. She fanned herself as if hot.
Mark sat beside her and lazily gripped his own shaft, stroking slowly. “I see my wife has you in hand.”
Tom chuckled, but it was nervous. Mark's wife was stroking him while his own wife watched Mark stroking himself. There was a completeness to it he couldn't explain.
Then Diane bent over, grabbed Mark's erection, and lowered her mouth over it.
Tom's mouth fell open. He watched his wife's lips, the very ones he had kissed so many times, sliding over the head, stretched around Mark's penis. It looked good. It looked very good. He was instantly glad his wife had decided to do it and that she was there to also please her friend's husband. It was something friendly, in an intimate way, and he was happy to be sharing her mouth with a friend.
“Let's oil up and relax.” Julia said. “Let the drink wear off before we go.”
He oiled her first, running his hands all over her with a barely contained passion. She was fun. She was a lot more fun than he had imagined. She was also sensitive and very caring. He liked that.
When it was his turn to be oiled, she caressed the oil into his skin with the caress of a lover. She stroked him up straight and then climbed over him. She was half raised up on one leg, gripping his erection and toying at her clit with it.
He looked over at Mark and Diane. Mark had pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest. His erection stood up and her pussy and clit rubbed the head. They were watching Julia pleasure her pussy using Tom's cock.
Diane gave him a salacious wink.
He felt the head of his penis at Julia's hole. He so wanted to fuck her right then.
Julia moaned and half collapsed.
His penis entered her.
She got off and looked over at Mark. “Oh, sorry. A little penetration there.”
“Be careful,” Mark said. “I don't want you two fucking.” The head of his penis was nestled against Diane's hole.
Julia said, “Why don't we go get the vodka before these two lovebirds start squawking about being thirsty?”
In a shaky voice, Tom agreed.
Once up in the car, that word ran through his mind, what Mark had said: penetration.
Penetration. Was it bad? He found that he was excited by it. A little penetration wasn't bad, was it? Did Julia think her husband penetrating Tom's wife was bad? She had laughed. His mind argued with his heart – or his dick. He wasn't sure. His mind said he should be jealous. His dick or his heart or his gut seemed comfortable once having seen it.
But he hadn't seen it. Julia had been distracting him with a handjob.
Penetration.
As hard as he tried, he could find nothing but curiosity and a sense of thrill.
Mark had admitted he had accidentally penetrated Tom's wife. And Tom found nothing within himself but a hunger to see.
Would it be so bad? Julia said no. Mark and Diane had already had their secret penetration. Mark had even cum in her and by Diane's admission, she wanted more before the vacation was over. Would that be bad?
~ ~ ~
Tom put some more ice in the chest. “Alright then, let's get back to sun and fun.”
Julia hugged his arm.
Armed with a fresh supply of vodka and lemon juice, they walked down the path. At Masturbation Point, they looked down. If they were down there, they were still under the umbrellas.
“Did you like Diane sucking on my husband's dick?” said Julia.
“I think I actually did.”
“Good.”
“That doesn't make me weird, does it?”
“I suppose only if you want to be the one sucking on his dick.”
Tom snorted. “Er, no. But it looked good seeing it.”
“Those were the words Mark used when we first...” She trailed off and waved him to be quiet.
Down the last switchback, they heard groans and Diane panting and gasping.
Julia leaned to him and whispered. “Uh oh.”
They listened for a moment. It sounded like sex. With penetration. A lot of penetration.
He tensed.
She grabbed his arm and shook her head. “Quietly.”
He let her ease them forward, sneaking up on the umbrellas. He put the chest down when she motion
ed and almost spoke when she pulled down his trunks. The finger over her mouth stopped him.
Taking his dick in one hand and cupping his neck with the other, she kissed him while the sounds of sex came from just around the edge of the umbrella. It made him hard.
Then she slowly led him around the umbrella.
Mark was laying on his back. Diane was over him, rising and falling. Her back was arched. Her pussy rose up and sank back down, Mark's large cock disappearing into her pussy over and over.
Julia's hand stroked him as he watched his wife fuck Mark.
It was too much. The sight of that large, beautiful cock thrusting up into his wife's descending pussy, her lips stretched around the pumping shaft made his knees wobble. “Ohhh...” he said, half in moan, half in wonder.
Diane was off Mark in a flash. She tried covering her boobs and pussy with her hands.
Mark's eyes were large.
Then they saw Julia stroking him.
“Uh,” said Mark. “Sorry, buddy. Got a little carried away there.”
“You snuck up on us,” Diane said accusingly.
Penetration. And he was hard.
Julia was looking at him, her hand not stopping.
“I...” Tom tried to speak.
Mark clapped his hands. “Hey, why don't we have an early barbecue--”
Tom shook his head. “Mark...”
“And then we can come down for a nice--”
“Mark. Shut up.”
Mark and Diane looked shocked.
“Look,” Mark said. He got no farther.
Tom cut him off. “Relax. It's okay.”
“Whuh?”
Muscleheads really were dense. “I said it's okay.”
Julia tried to interpret for her husband. “He said it was okay, dear.”
“What? Are you sure?”
Diane looked stunned.
Julia tried interpreting for her husband again. “He said it was okay, dear.”
Tom nodded. “I'm sure.”
Mark straightened up as if there was no roof suddenly caving in over his head. “Oh. Oh. Well.” He looked at Diane. “Then...”
“It's okay.” Tom almost laughed at Mark's timidity at being discovered. Diane had already told him they had screwed.
Mark gave a chuckle, something designed for a customer's funny joke that wasn't funny but required a polite laugh. “Well, then. Come here, woman.”
Diane came to him and he lowered her to the ground. She spread her legs and he moved between them.
“Let's sit,” Julia said.
Tom grabbed up the ice chest and moved it into the shade.
Julia grabbed his dick again as Mark pressed his erection against Diane's hole.
Getting stroked by Julia, he watched his wife's pussy open and admit Mark's large shaft. It sank in, lubed and easy with their juices. His cock looked so very good, so very right, and so perfect sliding into her pussy. His wife moaned, clutching Mark's shoulders.
Julia leaned over. “It's beautiful, isn't it? I love seeing my husband's cock make another woman moan.”
Tom watched, fascinated, enrapt. It really was a beautiful sight. “Yes, it is.” He started to tug at Julia's suit but she shook her head.
She whispered to him, “He meant it about not wanting us fucking. I know him.”
“So they get to fuck and we don't?”
Mark was ramming his cock into Tom's wife. Hard. Diane was taking it all.
Julia gave him a smile. “What he doesn't know...”
“But--”
She shook her head. “Later. In the dark again.” Her hand was still moving on him.
His wife's groans and moans and whimpers as Mark plowed her pussy with deep thrusts sent him over the edge. He began squirting and Julia was delighted. She aimed and stroked him in a milking motion that sent his sperm arching out and splashing over Mark and Diane.
“You shoot so far,” Julia said.
Tom gasped, breathing raggedly, and then started to chuckle.
A couple of minutes later, Mark groaned and then grunted, sending one of his copious loads deep into Tom's wife.
And Tom liked it.
It was good that he liked it because over the next two days, he would not be seeing much of his wife.
CHAPTER 10 - Night 5
Tom suspected that Diane's spanking after dinner would involve a lot more than hand to ass.
He took the moment of privacy in the kitchen to kiss Julia. He really liked kissing her. They heard three loud whacks in the living room, then silence.
“I want to fuck you, again,” Tom said. He ground his hips into hers.
She pressed back. “At the firepit.” She rubbed his hardening penis through his trunks. “I want you in me again. You fit perfect.”
They walked out into the living room.
Tom's wife was on the couch, on her knees. Mark was behind her, holding onto her ponytail, thrusting his cock deep. He grunted with each thrust, his balls expanding when he was up against her pussy with the end of each push.
She was being deep-fucked and had a look of intense concentration on her face, her mouth open.
Julia moved his trunks and grabbed Tom's dick. “It never ceases to be beautiful. Do you like it?”
Tom nodded. “Yes.” Julia's hand stroking him felt good, relieving the pressure at seeing his wife being fucked my Mark.
“Do you like what my husband is doing to your wife?”
“Yes.”
Diane looked over at their low voices. Lust was on her face. She met Tom's eyes and her mouth worked like a fish, gasping. Mark's cock slid in and out like a smooth piston, slow, working her pussy like a well-oiled machine.
Mark looked over, smiled, and gave them a thumbs up. “I love your wife's pussy; it's phenomenal. She can take me all the way in.”
Diane closed her eyes and moaned.
Tom could have cum, but he didn't want to. He wanted to cum in Julia, to see her eyes staring into his as he shot his sperm into her. “We're heading down.”
“Alright, buddy,” Mark said. He thrust in and held it there. “We'll be down in a few minutes.”
~ ~ ~ - Night 5
Diane, full of cum and amazing amounts of it running down her legs, walked down to the firepit with Mark.
The guy fucks good, but he doesn't have much to say that's interesting. They had tried talking, but he was all fitness. If it wasn't efficient ways of exercising, it was food nutrition and pointers to her about how she should eat. Leave me alone about it. “I didn't think Tom would be okay with all this.”
“He likes it,” said Mark.
Duh. “But it was a surprise.”
“He never talked about sharing you before?”
“Never.”
“Huh. Probably insecurity.”
Insecurity? Tom? Never. “I don't know...”
“Every man loves to brag a little, including about their wives.”
“I don't know about being insecure, though. He can be quiet but--”
“He's a handsome guy. I don't think he has anything in the looks department to worry about. And his man-parts look fine, if just average.”
“It has a good shape,” she said.
“Well...”
She heard the reluctance in his voice. “It does.”
“I wasn't arguing, just not my thing to check out and compare dicks, you know? His looked fine. That's as far as I'd take it.”
They arrived at the pit.
Tom was sitting on a towel, leaning back against the log they normally sat on. Julia was behind him, on the log, her legs on either side of his shoulders. They looked relaxed, drinks in hand. He pointed, “Drinks are there.”
Diane felt a surge of love for his matter-of-factness and efficient way of doing things. There was no phony energy there for show. There was no grandstanding or pretense. I love you.
She sat with Mark on the other side, knowing it would be an hour or so before he was ready to fuck again. Her pussy still t
ingled.
“Want to blow me again?” Mark said.
Her drink was halfway to her mouth. “Tomorrow, maybe. Who knows, maybe at breakfast.” I just want to relax now and have a drink.
“Oh yeah, baby.”
She could see Tom and Julia clearly enough with the fire still burning. Her friend had her arms around his neck, her head down by his, leaning against his. They looked sweet together and she was glad Tom liked Julia and she liked him. How awful it would be if they had to sit around watching her and Mark fuck all the time.
She wondered if Mark was really so adamant about his wife not being fucked. If he was doing it to her, wasn't it fair that he offer his own wife to Tom? Poor Tom.
Mark flexed out his arms, stretching them out straight. “Darned pushups made my elbows sore.”
Did they really?
Mark's hands found her boobs.
That'll keep him busy. She wondered if Tom and Julia had done anything except masturbate each other. Had the accidental penetration earlier been really accidental? It had been Julia that did it, letting herself drop onto Tom's erection. She hoped Tom got to enjoy that tiny taste. Maybe Julia would give him more. She hoped she did. But how much would she abide by Mark's wishes? She never seemed to contradict him before.
Julia got up and swung around, sitting gently on Tom's lap, facing him.
She has such pretty curls. She hoped her husband was nice to her.
After the fire died down, Diane felt Mark's fingers toying at her pussy. She smiled, feeling the nice sensations of his fingers playing. She sure loved his cock. She reached over and fondled the thing. It had been painful that first time, stretching her out, but after that it had been awesome. It felt so good reaming in and out of her. It was a massage from the inside that left her limp with pleasure and relief.
Tom was a great lover, too. It wasn't that Mark was any better. Larger didn't make him better. But he was different and the difference was fun. When the vacation was over, would Mark and Julia come over more often? Would she still be able to fuck Mark when they visited? Once she had it, she didn't want to give up the extra cock.
They began hearing gasps from across the pit. She couldn't see anything but dim shapes.
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