“What about the rest? What I couldn’t see.”
She might have thought I was joking when I first told her I wanted a play-by-play recounting, but her present body language told me she now knew differently and she was pissed. “He sure knows what to do to a woman. He kissed my neck and all over until I had goosebumps on top of goosebumps and my nipples were so stiff they ached. He didn’t rush to my pussy like most men would. No, we kissed again until I just had to see and feel his stiff cock. Want more?”
“Of course,” I said. “Is he big? Bigger than me?”
“Oh, he’s sooooooo thick he barely fit in my mouth.”
“You blew him first?”
“Well, no, that came later after he…”
“What?”
“He kissed me all over and teased me with his mouth before he took my bikini bottoms off.”
“Did that make you wet?”
“Fuck, I was already wet when he put his lips … there.”
“He ate your pussy? Tell me about it.”
She was warming to the story. “He was, like, teasing me with his lips and tongue. He didn’t slobber all over me like some…” Okay, she may have been thinking of my technique but I wouldn’t question her on it. She got back on track, the vivid, pleasurable memory written all over her face, “The way he played with my clit … oh God, it was great!”
“Did you cum?”
“Oh yes! I think I made enough noise you should’ve heard me!”
I told her we had. “You were loud,” I said.
“My Lord, I don’t think I ever had an orgasm that huge!”
“Is that when you blew him?”
“No, that’s when I spread my legs and begged him to fuck me.”
I better tell you now that both of us usually sleep in the nude, and tonight was no exception. My throbbing erection wasn’t hidden, and her beautifully stiffened nipples weren’t either.
“Was it good? Tell me.”
“He didn’t fuck me, that’s the thing. Instead he made love to me, slowly putting it in and tormenting me with it. He drove me crazy, and by God he knew exactly what he was doing. I think I came two or three more times before he did. That’s never happened to me before.”
I was up on one elbow as I leaned in closer to Jan and held one of her breasts, tweaking her taut nipple in the process. Probably responding to her memory rather than my touch, she moaned. I whispered, “Did you beg him to go faster…harder?”
“YES, yes I did! But he said he wanted to make it last. He said he always wanted me so badly. Oh God,” she cried out as she remembered the afternoon’s sex with Griffin, her hand moving between her thighs. This is what I wanted to see; Jan lost in the throes of orgasmic memory.
“Were you cumming when he did?”
“I think so, and my God, what a mess it was leaking out of me! All that hot cum of his. He said he saved it up just for me.”
“You didn’t use a condom?”
“Why would we? It’s not like Griffin fucks around and has STDs or something. I mean, why let that gigantic load of baby-makers go to waste.”
Her hand was a blur by then as she fingered herself. I wasn’t sure what to make of her last comment. We never had kids and so we just assumed that one of us was unable to contribute to the effort. Was getting pregnant part of her plan, to somehow get back at me for pushing her at Griffin? I knew I’d ponder that for a while. In the meantime I was completely turned-on.
I crooned, “You’re gonna cum now, aren’t you? Thinking about Griffin. Filling you up with his seed. Deep inside, right to your womb.” It pushed her over the edge and she climaxed. I actually saw a spray of her womanly juices squirt onto her hand as she did.
“I still don’t understand why you did it, but I’m so happy you gave me to Griffin,” she said once she slid from the orgasmic plateau.
“This is why,” I said as I indicated my aching and very hard cock. “Seeing you like this, hearing about how hot you were and how well Griffin got you off turns me on like I haven’t been in ages.”
“Maybe I can relieve you of your…problem,” she said with a mischievous grin.
Could I say no?
Chapter 5
Jan
In my imagination it was Griffin’s cock in my mouth, not Roger’s. As I gave him my best throat, I figured that who I was fantasizing about didn’t matter to my husband anyway. And his exhortations told me I was correct.
“Is this how you sucked off Griffin?” he said, barely beyond a groan.
I answered by humming “Umm-mm” in affirmation since my mouth was preoccupied.
“Did he cum in your mouth?”
I hummed again.
“Did you swallow?”
Another hum.
“Oh God!” he cried out and my mouth was immediately filled with his hot semen. He gave me quite a load, but if I didn’t at least try to swallow it all I knew he’d feel let down.
The fellatio might be over, but he wasn’t. He wanted to know when I blew Griffin. “It was in the shower to get him big again, but I didn’t have to worry about that. And then he came in my mouth.”
“He managed to get it up again, even after the BJ?”
“Oh yeah, he kept telling me that I was ‘a dream come true’ and that he was surprised he even wilted after cumming he wanted me so badly. The rest was a blur, like we did it in every position and I can’t remember how many times I came.”
Roger had a faraway look in his eyes as he asked me if I wanted another “round” with Griffin. Was that look the onset of jealousy or was he trying to foresee the next time, remembering how he wanted to watch? “Do you want me with Griffin again? I want more, but the question is whether or not it’s still okay with you. And what about Nadine?”
“Nadine told me she wanted a threesome with you and her husband. Since she appears to swing towards women I wondered why it took Griffin this long, you know what I mean? I think if I were him and feeling the way he does about you I would’ve made my move long before now.”
“You’re not pulling my leg now, are you? Nadine said she wanted that?”
“She specifically said she wanted you, but the threesome was the next best thing, at least that’s how I interpreted her interest.”
I thought about it. If Griffin unleashed something within me, what would Nadine do? Except for some adolescent experimentation (which didn’t count in my mind) I’ve never slept with a woman. Oh God, a threesome! Thinking about it a few more seconds and my hand was back at my pussy. I guess that was a sign of my acquiescence, my submission to enter a new life.
Roger’s hand joined mine, and when he felt my wetness he said, “I take it your answer is yes to a threesome.” He was magnificently erect again. When he climbed between my wet and willing thighs I imagined Griffin there. I wondered if Roger even cared who I imagined was fucking me.
The following weekend couldn’t arrive fast enough.
Chapter 6
Roger
“Are you ready?” I asked as we waited for Griffin and Nadine to arrive at our house. I knew the answer already since Jan hadn’t bothered with a bathing suit, underwear or anything else under the loose summer caftan she wore.
“Are you?” she asked in return.
“Look, I know that I’ve emphasized the sex, but remember they are friends after all.”
“I know the score. I’m not going to grab Griffin and drag him off to the bedroom like some cavewoman.”
I laughed. “I know, but that sure would be a sight!”
She said, “It’s not funny,” but she laughed along with me.
We had no pool but we did have a big Jacuzzi hot tub. Buying and installing it was one of the first things we did when we bought the place. Housed in a louvered enclosure upon what once was a deck, the tub was open to the air yet quite private. Jan and I used to use it often but like our sex life in general, that use waned. It would get more use today.
Before they showed up we talked more about Nadine tha
n Griffin, both of us acknowledging how complex and difficult to like she was. Jan wondered what I wondered; how had their marriage endured over the years? And we thought we had issues.
When they arrived the tension in the air was palpable. Griffin was especially uptight. I played bartender and mixed the drinks. For her part Nadine seemed nervous too, and she showed it by being giddier than usual. She either saw something or simply guessed when she pointedly asked if Jan was wearing anything underneath her dress.
“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Nadine said when my wife acknowledged her observation.
“I am now,” Jan said, and her arousal was obvious to me, as it probably was to Griffin.
It didn’t take long before Nadine brought up the hot tub. “We are going to use it, right?”
We topped off our drinks and proceeded to the tub enclosure. True to my supposition, Nadine was the first to get naked and climb in after we fired it up. As I undressed, Jan made a show of pulling the caftan dress off over her head in slow motion. “Looking good honey,” I said. Nadine’s face seconded my nomination. Griffin was the last to strip and enter the roiling water. Our seating arrangement was man-woman-woman-man, with Jan closest to Griffin, who still looked like he couldn’t relax.
Nadine took a swipe at my dick under the waterline, saying “Roger, Roger, are you always hard?”
“Only when I’m next to two hot women,” I answered, acknowledging I had the mother of all erections, though its cause had more to do with anticipating what may happen rather than what I was presently seeing.
My ‘hot women’ comment seemed to spur my wife into action. Jan was leaning all over Griffin, obviously playing with his manhood. Nadine was as much a rapt audience as I was. Jan said to Griffin just slightly above a whisper, “I can’t get our lovemaking last weekend out of my mind. I’ve been horny all week. Have you?”
Griffin could help but look at me when he stuttered, “Y… yes … I’ve been thinking of you too.”
It was Jan’s turn to make eye contact with me as she said, “Did you get hard thinking about making love to me?”
Griffin gulped. “Several times.”
“Like now?”
“Yes!”
“Are we going to do it right here? The hot water is making me even hotter.” Jan made eye contact with me again, like she was asking for approval, not for sex but for what I might think of as her ‘hot wife’ acting skills I presumed, though her body language told me she wasn’t doing much acting. She was hot from more than the water.
Griffin didn’t answer her immediately, instead gazing to his wife for the approval. Nadine spoke for him by saying, “Sure he’ll do it right here. Your husband has me thinking about this watching stuff too. I can’t wait.” True to the words just spoken, Nadine moved closer to Jan and basically pushed her into Griffin as if she weren’t skin-to-skin with him already.
The push did it though. Like a trigger was pulled Jan and Griffin heightened their foreplay until neither breathed regularly. This was what I wanted to see. My wife never looked hotter than she did in Griffin’s arms, the water roiling around them. Nadine backed off a bit but not before copping a feel of my wife, at least that’s what it looked like to me.
Jan straddled Griffin and took him into her. She must have been extremely lubricated since she had no problem even while in the hot, bubbling water. Nadine moved back closer to me and whispered, “I know you want to watch, but please touch me in the meantime.” Jan was a wild woman, wilder than I could remember her with me. The thought didn’t bother me in the least. I fingered Nadine while I cheered my wife on.
When Griffin came Jan was still bouncing wildly. Amidst his moans I said, “Go honey, go. The big one’s coming. I see it on your face.”
And I wasn’t wrong. In the past whenever we had sex here in the hot tub I worried that neighbors would hear us. Today I was sure they heard Jan. I was so wrapped up in watching my wife that until I came I was oblivious to Nadine jerking me off. Afterwards she whispered, “I never thought it would be this much fun to watch your wife and my husband. Thanks for the orgasms.” I guess oblivious was the right word. I fingered Nadine to two orgasms and never knew it, being so transfixed by the show along the other side of the hot tub. Nadine added, “You didn’t take long either,” her voice betraying awe, perhaps at discovering something about herself, her own voyeuristic need.
All four of us were sexually contented in our own way. We ignored the semen globs floating around us and in surprising nonchalance talked about everything except sex.
Griffin caught my eye later as we climbed from the tub. Jan had been stroking him and as we toweled off he sported another erection. I said, “Griff, by now you know that you don’t need my damned permission. Whatever you do it’s up to her, not me.”
Nadine chuckled and added, “Hon, if you don’t take her again, I’ll take my turn.”
Jan was embarrassed by that, probably still nervous about Nadine’s stated intentions. I still had dreams of watching Jan with both of the Langmans and I figured it would come in time so I kept my mouth shut. Griffin, emboldened now and appearing more like his true self-assured persona told Jan that he hadn’t had “enough” of her. Jan said she could easily go again and in no time were they fucking right there on the living room sofa.
We stood to the side and watched. Nadine pressing her tits against me and saying, “Shit, this is getting weird.”
I stared at Jan’s open mouth, agape with an escaping moan. I stared at her gyrating hips, trying to get him deeper than was physically possible. I stared at how glistening wet his cock was at it slid in and out of my wife’s vagina. I stared at Griffin’s ass as he thrust faster and faster until Jan’s moans turned to screams.
“God, you’re unbelievable,” Nadine cooed. I looked down to see that my dick was so swollen and erect it was literally pushing her away from me.
We both did our thing, masturbated to the show before us. By the time Griffin groaned that he was cumming, and Jan begged him with a squeal to put it “Deep in me,” Nadine and I were cumming too. The sound of the four of us climaxing at the same time would have made a great porn movie soundtrack.
Chapter 7
Jan
I was having a hard time coming down from my orgasmic high (not that it was a bad thing). Maybe it wasn’t specifically Griffin that was doing it. Maybe it was the idea of someone new, someone different fucking me. In addition, until today in the hot tub I hadn’t considered how much my husband’s watching me turned me on too. In effect I found myself cumming for two men. That’s not to say Griffin wasn’t a great lover. He was doing and saying all the right things. What wasn’t happening, and considering our couple of years of verbal foreplay, was that I wasn’t necessarily falling head over heels for him, which surprised me even as I considered the ramifications of such a development. I think he was falling for me, though.
When I agreed to all this, I still had the illusion that it was about mate swapping. That Roger wasn’t getting equal measure from Nadine bothered me even though it didn’t seem to be bothering him.
Our orgasms had been so great, it appeared, that the fondling we were doing as we lounged in our living room wasn’t going to lead to any round two. That was okay with me. Roger, on the other hand was growing stiff while playing with Nadine’s big tits, however he sure didn’t look interested in anything Nadine was offering. And she didn’t look interested in anyone but me. I knew then and there the next time the four of us got together she and I would have sex. I was nervous yet excited by the idea. Roger was right after all, I needed this.
“Will that stain come out?” Roger teasingly asked as he pointed out the whitish puddle under me on the sofa. That got Griffin staring under my raised leg at his creampie gift.
“Maybe we won’t try to get it out,” I said. “Maybe we’ll leave it here as a reminder of this day.”
Pointing out the creampie to Griffin had its effect. His dick bobbed and began to rise. I gently touch
ed it and said, “Not now Griff. Let’s savor the moment and let anticipation build for next time.”
Before Griffin could answer me, Nadine arose from the loveseat and pulled Roger to his feet. “We’re going back to the hot tub. You two can do what you want.”
As soon as they were gone Griffin pulled me closer and said, “I don’t want to wait until next time. My wife and your husband be damned. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His cock was fully erect. Unlike with Roger I felt no need to lead. I let Griffin take me on his terms and at his pace, knowing he was skilled enough to read my level of arousal and get me off like I needed.
As he slid in and out of me at a languid yet satisfying rhythm, I absently thought of semen stains here on my sofa. However I wasn’t thinking one bit about semen stains at the exit of my fallopian tubes. We were testing my fertility and that didn’t cross my mind until later. At the moment of sweet orgasm I wrapped my legs around him tighter and urged him deeper.
“Deeper … Yes! Cum in me … cum in me… GOOOOOODDDDD!” I bellowed.
“Oh God yes! I’m cumming … I’m cumming now! Take it, take it ALLLLLLL!” Griffin responded.
I felt every spasm of his ejaculating cock, one after another, making me marvel at how much he had in him after draining him once already. We held onto each other in post-coital ecstasy, really wetting the sofa now. We heard one gasp of “Oh, Roger!” from the hot tub but otherwise nothing.
“We have to talk,” I said to Griffin, catching him a little off-guard.
“About this?”
“About us.”
He said, “Is there an ‘us’ in this arrangement? I thought it was all about getting you and Roger off.”
“You mean even as you declared I was the best thing that ever happened to you, you thought it was only about sex for me?”
“Wasn’t that it?”
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