by Thomas Henry
I refocused my attention on Mary. I stretched the neckline of her dress with a single fingertip and peered inside at her bra. “So, are you about to shout ‘when,’ or should I try to figure out how to get this thing off?”
She gazed into my eyes and shook her head slightly. “I got nothing to say.”
A quick glance down the front of her dress told me that her bra did not fasten in the front. I slid a hand up her back and found her bra strap. I examined it with my fingertips through the sheer fabric of her dress. I was pretty sure I knew which direction the hooks ran, so I grasped the strap with my thumb and forefinger and pushed with my other fingers. It took a couple of tries, but the strap finally popped apart.
“I’m impressed,” Mary said. “Only one hand. You’re very good!”
I shrugged. “Beginner’s luck.”
I pushed the straps off her shoulders and pulled her bra down far enough to work them past her arms, one at a time. Then I eased the bra up through the neck of her dress, releasing her breasts and letting her nipples telegraph through the fabric.
“Good job,” she said, giving me a breast-mashing hug.
I glanced over her shoulder toward Karen. Dave was holding Karen’s bra in one hand while he pulled at the neckline of her dress with the other. One breast was mostly exposed, and he was sucking her nipple. Although my stomach did a flip-flop, I thought he had a capital idea and followed suit.
Mary put a hand under her breast and lifted it against my face. Her nipple hardened immediately.
“Okay, now,” Sally said, “it’s time for the women to remove the man’s shirt. As soon as you do that, pull off his pants and feel him up.”
While Mary was unbuttoning my shirt, I glance around the room. Ted’s blonde was straddling his lap as she worked on his shirt. Her dress had ridden up so far that the hem was around the middle of her butt, revealing her bright red panties.
Mai was straddling her guy, too. He had been wearing a polo shirt, so she made short work of that and then shifted her attention to his belt. She looked up at me and blew me a kiss. That told me all I needed to know. Unless his wife pulled the plug, Mai’s guy was about to get laid.
I counted three loveseats counter-clockwise to take a look at his wife. I guessed her to be Vietnamese, which made me wonder. Was it possible that Mai knew her? It had been my experience that almost all Vietnamese people in Hawaii seemed to know each other. Rationally, I knew it wasn’t possible, but it sure seemed that way to me. In any event, she was showing no signs of distress as she worked on her haole guy, so I thought her husband stood a good chance of getting into Mai’s panties.
Mary quickly disposed of my shirt and unfastened my belt. As she tried to undo the button at the waist of my jeans, she said softly, “I wonder. Briefs or boxers?”
I stroked one of her nipples with my fingertip. “Neither,” I said.
She looked up at me. “You mean…? Oh, goodie!” She popped the button free and held the waist of my jeans with one hand while she pulled down the zipper with the other. “Oh…that’s disappointing,” she said with a frown.
“Not really what a man wants to hear when a woman unzips his pants.”
Mary giggled. “No, no…I’m disappointed because I thought you were going commando.”
“Nope…boxer-briefs.”
Mary slid off my lap and pulled my jeans down to my boots. Fortunately, I had worn a pair that I could pull off with my hands. As soon as I had them off, she tugged at the cuffs of my jeans and pulled them the rest of the way off.
Mary sat down next to me and put one arm around my neck. She kissed me while she slowly slid her free hand up my inner thigh. The moment her fingers wrapped around my balls, my cock sprang to attention. I found her breast and rubbed it with my palm through the fabric of her dress. She very, very slowly eased her hand over my balls and up my shaft. When she closed her hand around it, she took a big breath and forced her tongue deep into my mouth.
“Okay everybody!” Sally said. “Men, take off your lady’s dress and dry hump her through your underwear.”
I never know if a woman’s dress is supposed to come off over her head or down her body. I thought about what Lita had told me. Peel me like a banana. If it worked then, it should work now. I pulled Mary’s dress off her shoulders and down to her waist, revealing her luscious natural breasts. Her skin wasn’t as smooth and taut as Karen’s but I didn’t care a whit. She was a magnificent natural woman, and a primitive need to mate with her coursed through my body.
Mary got up and stood between my knees so I could finish stripping her of her dress. I draped it over the arm of the loveseat. Mary climbed up and straddled me. She pushed a breast against my face and settled onto my lap. Her aim was perfect. Were it not for a couple of layers of fabric, I would have slid right into her.
I glanced over at Karen. Dave had her on her back on the loveseat, dry-humping her missionary-style. Mai was riding her guy. Mary was blocking my view of Ted, but so long as he wasn’t pulling the plug on Karen, I didn’t much care what he was doing.
I held Mary by her hips while I sucked her nipples. She rolled her hips so as to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. My underwear was wet with precum, and I knew her panties were soaked as well. I closed my eyes and imagined the sensation of her warmth enveloping my shaft. With any luck, it wouldn’t be long now.
“Okay, gentlemen!” Sally said. “Pull off your lady’s panties and go down on her.”
I was startled by the chorus of “whens.” Several were female, but at least one was male. Once I quickly determined that none of the three had any effect on me or Karen…or Mai or Ted, I went back to the assignment at hand.
Mary slipped off my lap and sat down next to me. I kneeled between her thighs and grasped the waistband of her panties. She lifted her butt so I could pull them off.
I’m not sure why, but I was a little surprised that she was totally hairless. I guess I had assumed that a married woman of her age would be sporting a natural bush. I wondered if her wax job was something new just for this occasion, or if it was normal for her.
Of course, she already was creamy with her own juices. I lifted her thighs onto my shoulders so I could reach her breasts while I did my best to ring her chimes.
From her movements and the way she was moaning, I thought I was making good progress when Sally interrupted. “Okay, ladies! Now it’s your turn. Take off your man’s underwear and give him a blowjob.”
I stood, and Mary stripped off my boxer-briefs. We switched positions so that I was sitting on the loveseat and she was kneeling between my thighs.
I looked around the room. Six couples remained. Ted’s blonde was deep-throating him with enthusiasm. Mai was sucking the head of her guy’s cock like it was a lollypop. Karen was holding Dave’s cock by the head while she tongued the underside and his balls.
Mary kissed my inner thighs and gazed at my cock. “First time for everything, I guess.” She looked at me and winked. Two seconds later, she was expertly sucking me and massaging my balls.”
“Oh, you’re good at that,” I said. “Beginner’s luck?”
Mary nodded her head and mumbled something unintelligible.
I usually have good self-control, but having a new woman suck my cock sometimes presents a challenge. Mary clearly was presenting such a challenge. I found her to be incredibly sexy, and to make matter worse, I had abstained for the last couple of days to try to build up my reserves.
Fortunately, Sally interrupted again before I lost control.
“Okay, everyone. This is the moment you all have been waiting for. Go to the private room whose number corresponds to your loveseat and do what you came here to do.”
A female voice rang out, “When!” It wasn’t Karen, it wasn’t Mai, and it wasn’t the blonde who was deep-throating Ted. That’s all that mattered to me. Now there were five couples, and we all headed to the private rooms.
Karen and I glanced at each other, but neither said a
nything. I was wishing that we could be in the same room. I thought about suggesting it, but I wasn’t sure if Mary and her husband were prepared to watch their spouses have sex with someone else.
As we made our way to the private rooms, Mai introduced her man as “Manh’s husband.” So I had guessed right. His wife was Vietnamese, and Mai knew her. I had lost track of who his wife was with, but by the time I looked, she apparently had already disappeared into one of the private rooms.
Mary and I stopped at room number 3. We stood and watched as Karen and Dave went to number 10 at the end of the hall. Dave looked back and gave a little wave. After a moment of hesitation, Mary waved back. Karen and Dave. Mary stood there for a moment, staring down the hall.
“We don’t have to do this, you know,” I said.
She turned and took me by the hands. She took a few steps backward, pulling me into the room. “Are you kidding me? I got you this far. I’m not gonna let you get away now.”
I shut the door and took her in my arms. She stroked me and fondled my balls as we kissed. I walked her backwards to the king-size bed and pushed her down on her back. I lifted her thighs and buried my face in her pussy again.
It took a while, but she finally shuddered and squeezed my head between her legs. I waited for her to relax before I crawled up her body. I parted her thighs with my knees and guided myself into her. She bit her lip and tears welled in her eyes. I assumed she was having regrets, and I was about to ease myself out of her. But she put her hands on my neck and drew me down into a kiss. She hooked her ankles around my thighs, and when I pushed deeper into her, she pushed back.
“I haven’t felt this excited in a long, long time,” she said. “But I feel a little guilty, too. I love Dave very much, and it seems wrong to enjoy being with someone else.”
“They’re not necessarily related,” I said. “Making love with someone you love is the best thing in the world. Having sex with someone else just for the pleasure of it doesn’t have to take away from that.”
“I suppose you speak from experience?”
“Uh-huh.” I kissed her as I continued to stroke her.
“I didn’t get the impression that you and your Vietnamese girlfriend have quite that kind of loving relationship.”
“You’re right. We don’t.” I thought for a few seconds. I couldn’t see any harm in telling her the truth. “You know that woman your husband is with right now? Her name is Karen, and she is my love.”
“Really? But I thought she was here with her husband.”
“She is. Long story.”
“If you’re in love with her, how do you feel about the fact that she’s in bed with my husband?”
“How do you feel about it?”
“I’m not sure. I guess I’m trying not to think about it too much.” She sighed. “I guess I’m a little jealous.”
“And a little turned on?”
Mary was silent for a while. “To be honest…I guess I am. Of course, it might just be that I’m in bed with a very sexy man.”
“Ah, flattery. But you’re describing how I feel about Karen. It twists my guts when she’s with another man, but it’s an incredible turn-on, too. And when we have the opportunity to make love afterward, it’s just incredible…the passion and the love. I don’t really understand it, but that’s how it is. For me, the main thing is that I know she’s going to be dancing the last dance with me…at least in her heart.”
“Wow. And she feels the same way about you?”
“I’m believe she does.”
“So why is she married to some other guy?”
“Good question. Long story. I’ll tell you as much as you can stand to know some time, but right now, I think we should just enjoy the moment.” Mary nodded and drew me into a deep kiss.
After a few minutes, I rolled us over so that she was on top. She sat up and rode me, grinding her clit against the base of my cock. I held her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers.
In my experience, there are a very few women who can reach orgasm with pretty much anyone or anything that penetrates them. But for most women, orgasms as a result of intercourse are matters of the heart. I figured Mary to be one of those women, so I didn’t have big expectations of ringing her chimes, notwithstanding the fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself.
Someone tapped on the door, and a male voice said, “Mary?”
She stopped moving, but remained astride me. “Yes?”
“Um…is it okay if we come in?”
Mary looked at me. I raised my eyebrows and shrugged. It was up to her.
“Yeah…I guess so. Come in.”
The knob turned and the door opened slowly. Dave tiptoed in, holding Karen’s hand. He leaned over and gave Mary a peck on the lips. “I just thought it might be nice if we did this in the same room.”
He looked at me and gestured toward Karen. “I understand you two know each other.”
I nodded, wondering if he wanted to trade Karen for his wife. But all he said was, “Mind if we join you?”
Mary managed to stay astride me as we scooted ourselves to one half of the bed. Dave lay down next to me. Karen leaned over and sucked him for a minute until he was standing up. Then she climbed onto the bed and swung her leg over him, guiding him into her in the process. My stomach knotted, and my cock throbbed inside Mary.
Dave turned his head and looked at me. “I’m Dave, by the way.” He held out his hand. I shook it and introduced myself.
This was a first for me. I’d never met a man while I was in the middle of having sex with his wife. I looked at her and said, “Mary, this is Karen. Karen, this is Mary.” Both women whispered “hi” as they very briefly shook hands.
I wondered if the others felt as awkward as I did. Mary and I had been doing well on our own, but having a husband I’d never met lying right next to me was a bit disconcerting. She looked into my eyes and giggled. “Well, this is a bit awkward, isn’t it?” She lay down on top of me and kissed me.
I looked at Karen out of the corner of my eye. She was sitting up on Dave, gently riding him like a rocking horse. Her eyes were half-closed, but I was certain that she was looking at me. A moment later, she lay down on Dave and began to kiss him.
Both couples continued like that for some time. At first, we all were quiet, but after a while, Karen started to moan, and Mary followed suit. I got the sense that everyone was becoming comfortable with the situation.
Karen’s hand brushed against my shoulder as she shifted position and whispered something to Dave. She rose to her hands and knees, pulling free of his cock. He moved to the side, and she lay face down. He straddled her legs and rested his hands on her hips. She lifted her butt and presented her sex to him. His thigh brushed against mine as he mounted her and lay down on top of her. They were facing away from me. I could hear them exchanging comments, but I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.
Mary lifted herself off of me. “Scoot over,” she whispered. She lay face-down next to me, clearly intending that I take her the way her husband was taking Karen. I was all in favor of that. Having a woman’s butt pressed against my groin as I fuck her is one of my favorite sensations. I also find it to be incredibly stimulating, so it can present a challenge to my self-control. I wasn’t sure if watching Dave bone Karen would make it better or worse. Mary had her head turned away from them. I did the same so I could whisper to her.
“I want to cum inside you.”
She nodded her head. I felt a shiver run through her. I didn’t know how to interpret that.
“You okay with that?” I asked.
She nodded again. “Excited, actually. Dave’s the only man who has ever done that.”
“You’ve never been with another man?”
“Yes, before Dave. But I never let either of them cum inside me.”
Either? As in two? No wonder she was open to the idea of having sex with someone new.
I wondered how Dave was going to react when he saw me in
seminate his wife. If he was anything like me, he’d have a knot in his stomach and an irresistible urge in his balls. I was about to find out.
I turned my head toward him. “Dave?” He turned to look at me. “Dave…your wife is about to get a belly full of another man’s sperm.”
He looked down to where I had his wife’s thighs squeezed between my own. He grasped Karen’s hands, intertwining his fingers with hers. He squeezed her shoulders between his arms and drove his cock deep into her. His massive groan told me he had filled her. I took Mary by the hands and did the same. She turned her head and kissed me as I sporadically pumped additional spurts into her.
I tugged gently at her earlobe with my lips. “Make love to Dave right now,” I whispered. “Let him know you still belong to him.” She nodded.
I slowly pulled out of her and rose to my hands and knees. A rope of my semen swung from the tip of my softening cock and dribbled onto Mary’s thigh.
Dave pulled out of Karen, leaving a pool of his semen between her folds. My stomach churned, but my cock swelled again.
Dave and I both got off the bed. The women turned onto their backs. Mary looked at Dave and spread her legs in invitation. Karen did the same to me. Dave and I quickly switched sides of the bed.
When my cock entered Karen’s freshly fucked pussy, it was a rod of steel…hot, throbbing steel. We made love with a passion that blocked out everything around us. I had no further awareness of Mary and Dave until Karen dug her nails into my back and sucked my tongue as our bodies convulsed together.
We continued to kiss and move in gentle harmony. Finally, I glanced at Dave and Mary. They, too, were moving together gently as they kissed.
We all were startled by a sharp knock on the door. Sally’s voice said, “Hey you guys…everything alright in there? You’re missing out on all the fun.”
“The hell we are, Karen said.” Dave and Mary chuckled.
At that point, I realized something that had totally avoided my consciousness until then. We were four naked people whose clothes were out in the Showroom, where the others presumably were playing another round of the game. We did, however, have a box of wipes, so we cleaned ourselves up a bit. I pulled Mary to my side. “Let’s go back out the way we came in.” Dave nodded and put his arm around Karen.
