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 Slightly chilled now, we felt the welcome heat of the house envelop our naked and still-damp bodies as we crossed the kitchen and great room and headed down the hall, en route to the bedroom where our clothes were. Our first inkling that we had a problem on our hands was the unmistakable sound of some very vigorous lovemaking emanating from that very room, through the partially-open door, those timeless, unique little noises – moans and gasps, a few soft cries and uttered words, the squeak of the mattress and the rustle of the bedding, a few moist little body sounds – which combine to tell a story we all know and recognize.

Allison turned and looked at me as we approached the door, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated with arousal as the sounds of sex stoked the already smoldering fire in her body. I tell myself that if the door had been closed we would have respected their privacy, and that’s probably true, as both Alli and I tend to have pretty good manners and respect for others – boundaries, don’cha know - but the door wasn’t closed. Instead, it stood open about halfway, a good eighteen inches between the edge of the door and the frame, and through that eighteen inches we could see Michael and Marci making love on the bed.

They were in the classic “missionary” position, but it would be very difficult to reconcile the passion and ardor of their coupling with any possible image that the word “missionary” might bring to mind! She was on her back, yes, and he was on top of her and between her legs, but that’s about where the missionaries left off and two strong, healthy, sexy, beautiful people having passionate, raw, animalistic sex took over; in as few words as possible, they were fucking the daylights out of each other!

Her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, crossed at the ankles, heels dug into the top of his ass crack and helping to drive him into her with each forward thrust, her pale skin like cream against his dark chocolate brown. In all honesty, with the way the powerful, well-defined muscles in his ass, thighs, and back were bunching and flexing with each thrust, I don’t think that the extra impetus provided by her heels was really necessary; it was probably more of a signal to him of her need, arousal, and eagerness than anything.

The foot of the bed was toward the door, and they had – to our good fortune and viewing pleasure – thrown themselves onto it in the proper orientation; accordingly, we had a front row seat, from about ten or twelve feet away, for the incredibly graphic and arousing view of his thick, dark cock plunging into her in improbably long, deep strokes, and his huge balls flopping back and forth, dragging across the bedspread and slapping wetly against her bottom each time he drove deep. It was amazingly arousing, so much more so than I would have thought that it could possibly be, the fact that it was our friends and real, and raw, and live, not some cheesy video, creating an erotic power that hit the two of us like a sensual sledge hammer.

I was shivering, not with cold, but with the impact of this sight and the depth of my arousal at watching them, and when I felt Allison shudder under my hands, which were on her shoulders, I knew it was having a powerful effect on her as well. My cock ached with arousal, and the knowledge that her sweet sex was very likely dripping as well just added to the pounding of my heart and aching in my groin. As we watched him drive his enormous, rigid sex into her swollen and slippery pussy, I heard Alli moan softly, overcome. I clapped my hand over her mouth and pulled her away from the door, the strain of taking my eyes off of them almost more than I could manage.

“Ssshhh! You don’t want them to catch us watching, do you?” My mouth was right at her ear, enabling me to whisper softly. Her ass was against my hardness, and I felt her go on autopilot, rubbing that delightful derriere against my cock with smooth, long, thrusts of her hips. As she continued to grind against me, getting snail tracks of my copiously-flowing pre-cum all over her lower back and the upper curve of her luscious buttocks, I pulled her away, a few feet further down the hall, where we could very quietly talk.

“What are we gonna do now? We can’t very well just walk in and get our clothes with them in there like that!”

She turned and looked at me, which had the unfortunate side-effect of removing her ass from my groin. “It’s worse than that; didn’t you notice? Our clothes – our costumes - are still on the bed! They’re laying right on top of our stuff!”

“Really? No, I didn’t see that – but then again, I might not have noticed if the bed was on fire! How long do you suppose they can possibly go at it?”

Alli laughed softly. “No telling. He does seem to have…a great deal of stamina, let me put it that way. What I wonder is how in the world Marci can take that whole huge thing! I don’t think even half of it would fit in me!”

I slid my hand down her stomach until I was cupping her sex, and when I slipped a finger between her puffy lips I found her as hot, slippery, and dripping with arousal as I knew she would be. “I could be misreading things, but it feels to me like you’d sure like to try to find out.”

She didn’t answer – or at least not verbally; what she did instead was to part her legs a bit more and push herself against my probing finger, taking it another inch or so inside of her. When I added a second finger, and then brushed my thumb over her swollen clit, she gasped and shuddered, leaning into me and grabbing my arm and shoulder as if to keep herself from collapsing to the floor as her knees buckled. It was very gratifying, that I could do that to her so easily, even though I knew that I was not solely responsible for that sudden little orgasm. Still, it was…very cool! I kissed her cheek. “Somebody’s very horny!”

She shuddered again as she turned her head so that our lips met. When we parted she said, “Not me – I just came - but by the looks of that thing you’ve got sticking out of your belly, you sure are!”

“Can’t fool you for a second, can I?”

She grabbed me and softly stroked me a few times before running her fingertips over the end of my cock and smearing my leakage all over the head of my penis. “Not with Sir Leaksalot doing his thing, you can’t. You’re extra-drippy tonight, even after your sudden spritz!”

I groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of that, am I?”

She giggled softly. “You know, sex with you is sort of like basketball.”

“How so?”

“You know – he dribbles, he shoots, he scores!” I laughed quietly at her analogy as she went on, “It’s not like that very often, but it’s kind of fun when it happens!”

“You always surprise me when you say stuff like that; it’s just so…different. Funny, though.” It was not the first time with Alli that I had popped my cork suddenly and with little –or no - notice, but it wasn’t something I struggled with on a regular basis. Occasionally, however, the stars, planets, and degree of arousal all lined up just right and I would…well, pretty much do what I had done a little earlier. It was always a bit mortifying when it happened, even without an expanded audience, but Allison seemed to think it was a lot of fun! Maybe that’s because she knew that my apology would come by way of a lot of very loving oral activity. And because she loves me; I hugged her. “So, what do we do now?”

“Find a different bedroom so that you can do to me what he’s doing to her?” When I didn’t answer, she said, “We could probably just go in there and climb in bed with them and start screwing; I don’t think they’d even notice!”

“They are pretty involved, it would seem, but I don’t think so; I think my dick would be intimidated, that close to his anaconda. It would probably go into hiding.”

She giggled, but slapped my arm softly. “Oh, just stop it! It would not – I mean, you would not!” We just looked at each other for several seconds then, on the horns of a dilemma. Even if we could borrow some clothes or something from Charlie, Karen, or both, my car keys were in there as well! Our choices seemed to be to either butt in on them, wait them out, find another room, as Alli had suggested, or go back out to the hot tub. Milling around naked in the kitchen or living room just didn’t seem like a good way to pass the time!

Another thought occurred to Allison – and yes, her horny, dirty little mind gets full credit for this one – and she bit her lower lip as she looked at me playfully. “We could just sneak back over there and watch them – you know, since we have to wait around anyway.”

“That’s kind of invading their privacy, isn’t it?” The idea actually held a great deal of appeal for me, a dedicated voyeur, but I guess I felt like I should raise the obvious questions demanded by proper etiquette. “I mean, maybe part of the reason they came in was to be alone.”

“If they were truly worried about that they would have closed the door, don’t you think?”

That was either a valid point or an easy rationalization, but I was simply too lust-fogged to decide which. “You’re probably right – and at least in that position they’re not likely to see us peeping on them.”

I knew that I had given my tacit approval of her suggestion with that statement, but still we held back, looking at each other, knowing it would be so wrong but driven by our own arousal to take advantage of the free live sex show taking place just up the hall. I was aware that the idea of watching Michael and Marci fuck was very arousing to me, but I didn’t realize how much more powerfully it seemed to be affecting Allison until she pulled me – by my penis, no less – back up the hall to the open door! “Come on then, hurry!”

Back at the portal to the show we aligned ourselves so that Alli was bent forward, peeking around the door frame lower down, while I leaned over, above her, peering around the frame at about shoulder-height. We had a very clear view of the action, and that position had the extra advantage of allowing us to grind my cock on her ass while we watched! That tight, firm little portion of her anatomy was becoming very slick, mostly from my leakage. I tried to remind myself to be careful, so as to not shoot another load of cum where - and especially when - it wasn’t needed, but that would be no easy chore.

On the bed, our friends continued to make very passionate, physical, gloriously sexy, slippery love to each other, and we had arrived just in time to hear Marci grind out another orgasm between clenched teeth, moaning and begging for more. We were even able to see her toes curl and her ass muscles clench tight as she called his name and gave her very vocal approval of what he was doing to her!

I felt Allison shudder against me, enjoying the other woman’s orgasm vicariously, and I wondered if she’d come too! It would be understandable if she had, because it was just that intense and personal, even the scent of their rutting detectable in the room. We could tell now, given a chance to look more closely, that his thick cock was absolutely covered with her creamy fluids, probably combined with some of his own – and I noticed that Allison had been right about them doing the horizontal bop right on top of our clothes!

Their renewed coupling, once indoors, must have been urgent, because they’d neither cleared the bed of our crap nor pulled the comforter back, apparently choosing instead to just save time and fuck. In fact, now that I looked closely I could see that some portion of one of our costumes – although I couldn’t tell which part - was directly under Marci’s ass, and that it now carried a big wet spot where their juices had trickled down and soaked into it. Oh well – the fact is that I was so horny at that moment that even that unfortunate gooey wet spot seemed somehow erotic and sexy! To paraphrase Longfellow, ‘Into every life a little cum must fall.’

Allison reached back and pushed my very vertical boner down to a more horizontal position and between her legs, where she could slide her very wet, slippery pussy against it as she continued to rhythmically pump her hips. It was a great idea that worked very nicely; kind of wish I’d thought of it first! I didn’t enter her – not right away, anyway – it was more a matter of just masturbating both of us at once as all of the hot, wet, protruding parts of her sexy little pussy rubbed against my hardness, setting all sorts of nerve endings shooting their delightful sparks.

On the bed, as Marci’s most recent orgasm slowly ended, we could hear Michael starting to become more vocal, telling Marci how good she felt, and how sexy and beautiful she is, and how much he loves her…which was the one moment when I felt truly horrible about invading their privacy. Not horrible enough to leave, however, and when he started to groan and jam into her we sensed that he was very close to his own climax!

At what must have been almost the last second he reached back, one arm and then the other, and scooped her legs up past his thick biceps and over his shoulders, raising her ass off the bed and thrusting every last millimeter of that massive cock straight down, deep inside of her, and cried out, “Oh, baby, cumming! Ohhh fuck, cumming!”

I think he shot his first massive spurt all the way in there, probably splattering the bottom of her lungs or liver or something! But then he pulled back, about six inches of his dark, greasy shaft showing as it pulsed powerfully, all his pelvic muscles flexing as he came, his thick cock jerking and flexing with each new squirt of his arousal, and he held it there, partly inside of her and spurting furiously.

I couldn’t understand how – or why – he did that! I would have been jammed in as deep as I could, blasting away, but I suddenly realized that this must have been exactly what Marci needed, because – probably triggered by the sensation of his cock pumping and twitching inside of her – she too went over the edge and into a massive orgasm! We heard a loud gasp, and then a, “God, god, ohhh, Michael, fuck yes, fuck meee!” ground out through her clenched teeth, and she started to buck her hips upwards, lifting her pelvis to meet him, driving his stationary cock into herself to the hilt, urgently and eagerly impaling herself on his remaining inches as she came. Obviously he’d known exactly how she wanted it, and had given her just what she needed, and they crashed together into what sounded like a very enjoyable climax; it was almost as if they had done this before!

Alli and me, both quivering with intense arousal, had continued our slippery little ‘slide the penis in the groove’ game, my belly tight against her ass and the head of my cock bumping into its tiny, analogous female button at the front of her cleft on each forward thrust, the millions of nerve endings in each of those two sensitive organs firing madly. And so the cascade of orgasms continued! Alli began to come, and she reached down and pressed my cock tightly into her groove with her right hand as she rubbed herself on it, getting off.

That was too much for me, and I became the last tiny waterfall in that cascade as I began to come too. Allison, feeling the first squirt of my hot cum over her fingers, pushed my cock up and into her opening, and I entered her suddenly, forcing her open and sliding in. She was incredibly hot, amazingly tight, but so very sopping wet that I slid into her easily, still gushing extra lube in case it was needed. I didn’t go deep – I couldn’t, in that awkward position, and she gasped as she kept her fingers pressed to the underside of my cock as I came, holding me there and preventing me from slipping out of her. The two or three inches I had inside of her seemed to be enough for both of us, and she moaned quietly and tensed, coming powerfully as I continued to spurt my cum into her.

We were trying very hard to be quiet, but a few soft moans, gasps, and grunts were about the best we could manage; fortunately the two of them, making no effort to be quiet, drowned us out, and they did not seem to be at all aware of our presence. My cock still inside of her, still pumping, but probably with little or no productivity by then, we stood there on quivering legs and stared as Michael slowly lowered himself into her, pinning her on the full length of his massive cock and forcing a gush of white semen out around the tight, pink gasket of her opening. She moaned happily in the final moments of her orgasm as his cum trickled slowly down her ass, beneath the heavy, dangling sack of balls from which it came…at least in part.

My knees almost buckled at the sensation of my hyper-sensitive cock slipping out of Alli’s tight heat, and I stepped backwards to catch my balance, pulling her with me. We backed away from the door, slowly and quietly, and I felt a blob of cum drip from my still-hard cock and land on my foot. Finally far enough away from the open door to be able to talk quietly, we both leaned back against the wall, gasping and panting as we tried to catch our breath.

I was first to recover enough to speak. “You know, I read somewhere that it’s not that common for couples to have mutual climaxes during sex, that it’s mostly hype and the stuff of fiction; if that’s true for couples, how often do you suppose four people having sex all have simultaneous orgasms?”

She laughed softly. “Only you would think of something like that at a time like this! God, that was so intense! It was wet and sticky and naughty and dirty, but so beautiful – don’t you think so?”

I nodded. “Yeah, it really was – and it felt good too!”

She poked me in the ribs. “I meant them, you turkey!”

I laughed. “I know. And yes it was pretty special; there was a lot of silent communication going on between them, you could tell that they really know and love each other. Are we that good at it?”

“Oh, absolutely! You always seem to know exactly what I want – and I feel like I push your buttons pretty good too.”

“No doubt about that, babe– you push buttons I didn’t even know I had! Now, back to our original topic, how long do we wait before we knock? We can’t stand around Charlie’s house naked forever.” Especially with my cock at half-mast and still slightly oozing semen, or her with my cum no doubt running down her legs, but I didn’t go into all that. I just wanted to get our clothes, and my keys, and go home, to be in bed with my wife and see if I could get it up yet again for a serious round of actual lovemaking instead of all this urgent, hurried fucking…or embarrassing liquid launches. Not that (other than the public humiliation) I hadn’t enjoyed every bit of it; I just wanted Allison all to myself. I can be selfish that way!

At that precise moment, as we recovered and wondered how to best interrupt the peaceful afterglow for Michael and Marci, Oscar and Irene popped out of a room further down the hall, fully dressed in street clothes and jackets and headed for the door, a couple of bags containing their costumes in his hands. When they got to us they stopped…and suddenly it felt awkward, with them dressed and us naked! I hadn’t really felt that way since the first few moments after taking the plunge, but now it was back…and it probably didn’t help that I’d recently watched as Oscar was well and truly cuckolded by his wife and Charlie! I don’t know if he – or she - felt awkward about that, but I did, embarrassed for him.

We shuffled uncomfortably for a few moments, muttering our goodbyes and exchanging other small banalities, but I noticed that Oscar couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Alli’s gorgeous breasts and their erect pink nipples! Irene, for her part, seemed to be more focused lower down, on Alli’s sex as well as my drooping, dripping cock, but still, when she suddenly bent down and took me in her mouth, avidly licking and sucking the smears of cum and Allison’s juices off of me, I was intensely shocked! As an apparent kiss goodbye, she squeezed my rubbery organ, milking the last little bit of semen out into a white dollop at the tip of my penis before lapping it up with her tongue!

If that wasn’t enough, she then turned and pressed her lips to Oscar’s, thrusting her tongue and my cum into his mouth as he stood there helplessly, his arms full of bags! He accepted it willingly – eagerly, even - and when she pulled back from him I think they caught the two of us with our mouths hanging open in disbelief! Oscar just licked his lips and smiled. “See you at work on Monday, Chief! Hope you had as much fun tonight as we did!”

Irene just smiled shyly – a bit different from the woman that had just snacked on my sticky junk – and wished us goodnight as she followed him up the hall. The best I could manage was a stammering, “Bye, guys, drive careful” as Alli just waved, and we heard them call out their goodbyes to Marci and Michael as they passed the open door, and the sound of our two friends wearily responding in kind.

When they had disappeared into the foyer on the way to the front door, Alli and I just looked at each other for several seconds. The only thing I could think to say was, “How come we didn’t think to bring along a change of clothes like that, instead of just our costumes?”

She looked at me and shook her head. “Some woman we barely know just had your cock in her mouth, and that’s all you can think to ask? You’re amazing!”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“Oh. Well, there really wasn’t much I could do about it, you know! She sort of took me off-guard, and I had my back against a wall – literally! Where was I going to go?”

Alli laughed softly. “Plus, you love having your dick sucked.”

“Well yeah, there’s that – but I sure wasn’t expecting it! I guess I could have slugged her or something, but that wouldn’t have been very chivalrous of me.” I paused as we looked at each other, but then went on, knowing all along that I should have kept my mouth shut. Teach me to try to lighten the moment with a little humor! “I noticed that you specified that it was ‘some woman we barely know’, so answer me this; if it was a woman we knew better – your sister, for example – would that have made it okay?”

“My sister!” She looked at me, shocked. “I can’t believe you said that! You just don’t know when to shut up, do you?”

“Mmm, yeah, I think that’s obvious. Should we see about maybe getting our stuff now?”

“Try to change the subject…my sister! God! How am I going to get that image out of my head?”

I laughed. “Aren’t there enough other images from the last few hours to crowd it out? C’mon, let’s go butt in on the amorous couple.” We made our way up the hall, pausing beside the open doorway where we could neither see nor be seen by Marci and Michael.

Alli reached around and knocked on the door. “It’s me and Dave – are you guys decent?”

I heard Michal’s low chuckle. “That depends entirely on your definition of ‘decent’, sweetheart, but come on in.”

We crossed into the room; it turned out that they were decent – beautiful actually - but they were also still stark naked, and the evidence of their lovemaking was readily apparent! They were both on their backs on the bed, Michael with one arm up behind his head and the other around Marci, who had her head resting on his thick shoulder as she pressed up against his side. Her breasts flattened somewhat in that position, falling off toward the sides, but they were still magnificent, her plump strawberry-sized nipples erect and kissable. Her knees were bent, her feet flat on the bed and legs parted such that her thoroughly well-used and sopping pussy was very visible from our angle, the tiny patch of blond hair on her mound wet and matted.

She was spread slightly open, a thick stream of jizz leaking from her and trickling down her ass onto…well, our clothes, actually! Her large, soft labia were pink and bruised-looking, pushed aside, glistening wet; all-in-all a very happy and satiated looking pussy!

As for Michael, the thick organ responsible for the damage to (and apparent happiness of) Marci’s pussy was flopped over across one thigh, wet and slathered with cum. He was in that post-coital not-quite-hard but not-quite-soft, thick, rubbery stage, the head of it about half-covered by his soft, fleshy foreskin, his cock now merely huge instead of obscenely enormous as it had been earlier. There was white, pearly cum at the tip of his cock and streaked on his foreskin, and wet smears of their fluids on his thighs, and on his balls, which hung down heavily onto our clothes beneath him. His sex looked every bit as happy and satisfied as Marci’s, albeit in an entirely different way!

I’m sure that Alli took inventory in exactly the opposite order that I had, starting with ogling Michael’s generous – if messy - equipment before moving on to note Marci’s cum-soaked and satisfied torpor, but I think we were both amazed by their apparent lack of modesty! Michael said, “Good thing y’all didn’t come five minutes sooner, or you would have been interrupting something!”

I nodded. “On the other hand, if you would have come five minutes sooner we would have still been okay.”

He chuckled. “I see what you did there – and that’s true, as far as it goes, but we were having too much fun to rush things. Are you fixin’ to leave?”

Alli answered him. “Yeah, we’re heading for the ranch…one thing, though? You’re on our clothes.”

They both looked very surprised – startled, almost – and I realized that they had been so wrapped up in each other that they had paid absolutely no attention to where they’d thrown their horny selves down! They had no clue that they were going at it like rabbits on top of the parts of our costumes…big, beautiful, extremely well-endowed rabbits, to be sure, but I’m talking about degree of enthusiasm, vigor, and abandon rather than appearance!

They both raised their heads and looked down at the bed, and then, seeing our stuff scattered beneath them, sat up and swung their legs off the bed to allow us to retrieve our garments. Marci looked at the large wet spot she’d left behind with dismay. “Oh no! We spilled all over something! What is this…?” When she pulled it out and held it up, we could see that it was Allison’s costume; most of the damage was confined to the leotard top, which was quite thoroughly be-spermed, but her tights had a pretty good-sized cum stain down one leg as well.

Marci stood up, holding the wet things out in front of her. “I’m so sorry! Michael tends to cum like a fire hose, but I wasn’t worried about Charlie’s bedding, it can be washed. I didn’t realize we were on your clothes!” She looked very chagrined, but then an odd look crossed her face and she dropped Alli’s costume back onto the bed, clapped her hand over her pussy, uttered a soft, “Oh, crap!”, and rushed off toward the bathroom.

Michael laughed. “Sorry, guys. She hates it when everything gushes out and runs down her legs! I do have a tendency to overflow the friendly confines, if you’ll pardon the expression.”

Alli laughed, looking from his sex, to his face, and then back at his sex. “I kind of like the way that feels, myself; sort of like now, although maybe not so much.”

He just grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her lasciviously. “On the inside, huh, but not on the outside?”

She laughed again as she picked up her cum-stained costume. “Even on the outside is fun – but not on my clothes; I’m going to go see if I can clean these up a little.” She also trailed on down the hall, where she tapped on the door and then disappeared into the bathroom with Marci.

Left alone, Michael and I shuffled awkwardly for a few moments. Finally, just to be doing something, I picked up my tights and my shirt and shook them out so that I could put them on. There were a few minor damp spots on my stuff, but no major damage; it looked more like maybe someone had just put a slightly wet or cummy hand down on them, maybe, but no soaked areas.

My moving about seemed to break the ice. “Uhhh, Dave, look, about before, with Alli…”

“You know, it’s no big deal. I probably over-reacted.” I was very carefully focusing my attention on the garments in my hand as we avoided meeting each other’s eyes.

“Dave, I was just screwing around, really! I didn’t expect her to…you know, get so, uh, involved!”

“You looked pretty involved too, bud.”

He looked surprised. “What, because I got a hardon?” He laughed. “This may come as a news flash to you, my friend, but I guarantee you that was not the first extra-marital hardon that your wife’s perfect little ass ever inspired!”

I straightened and stared at him, our eyes now meeting in an open challenge. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He held his hands out in front of him defensively, waving off the misunderstanding. “No, no, not like that! I’m sure it was the first one she inspired by rubbing it on someone – me, as it so happens – but guys undoubtedly get wood all the time looking at that gorgeous little tush! As I also do, I might add; I sure ain’t immune to it, mi amigo, no matter how often I see Alli in a pair of tight jeans!”

I laughed. “Oh, well, yeah, that I can understand! Shit, she still does it to me! Wait a second though; I thought you black guys preferred those big, plush ghetto booties…”

His turn to laugh. “You mean like that amazing ass on Marci?”

“Well, yeah – but I wasn’t gonna say that!” We both laughed now, the tension gone from the room.

“Oh, we do, we do – nothin’ like a big old, soft, cushiony ass to sink your junk into, right? Actually, you white boys would prefer ‘em too, but you’re afraid that big booty will make your dicks look tiny – those little bitty butts like Alli’s make your little dicks look big. Us brotha’s don’t have to worry none ’bout that.”

I laughed. “Oh, bullshit! That’s a myth and we both know it! Just because you lucked out…”

He was laughing. “Nah, man! Pay attention, and I will school you; The NAACP actually did a top secret survey – very hush-hush – and it showed that black guys across the board, every last brotha’ - is hung! Compared to some I’m actually a little on the small side, to be honest. I shit you not, my man; it turns out it was God’s way of saying he was sorry about the hair!” He rubbed his hand over his smoothly shaved pate as he said that.

I cracked up! When we’d first met him, not too long after I’d hired Marci, he’d kept his hair cut short and tight, maybe a half inch or so of black curls with a few early grays. It had begun to thin in the back, showing more and more scalp, until he’d finally thrown in the towel and shaved it smooth. It looked good on him, and Alli was always rubbing his head – for luck, she said – or kissing it, if she walked behind him while he was seated. She would’ve needed a ladder to do that while he was standing!

Still chuckling, I said, “So now that you’ve gone bald your dick can shrink, right? I mean, no longer any bad hair to compensate for…”

“My man! How many times I got to tell you – this ain’t a bald head, it’s a solar panel for a love machine, of which my cock is a major component! Sort of a package deal, you might say.”

“Yeah, well my wife sure seemed to like the package deal! I mean, jeez, Michael…”

He sobered. “That was just one of those fluke things, Dave, totally meaningless. You know that, right? I mean, I love Alli, and I think she’s hot, and gorgeous, and smart, and funny, and sexy – but everyone that knows her thinks that! The sexual thing, the way we…uhh, responded to each other? That’s just nature, a situational thing that happens sometimes. Sort of like you and the two-second sex act.”

I groaned. “God almighty! Does everyone know about that? And if they do, do they have to keep reminding me?”

He laughed. “Marci told me; apparently I wasn’t fast enough to actually witness it.”

“Very funny!”

“Oh c’mon, chill, Dave! It’s one of those things that happens to every guy occasionally, when you overdo the foreplay and other stimuli – I mean, you know, as long as you don’t do that every time…” He looked at me.

“What? No! No, of course I don’t!” I shook my head ruefully, and then laughed. “Sometimes I last almost twice that long – you know, like a full four seconds…five, even, on a good day. Hell, even bull riders only have to last eight seconds! Seriously though, no; it’s not a recurring theme in our love life.”

“Good to know – Alli deserves better, that’s for sure, but I never hear her complain.”

“Yeah, my love machine is nuclear powered – no wimpy solar panels, just strong, steady power – and, unlike you, always waiting around for sunrise, I’m ready twenty-four/seven!”

“Even now?” He raised his eyebrows comically.

“Well, no, not right now.”

He laughed. “Me either, bud, but gimme ‘bout thirty minutes and I’ll be rarin’ to go!” We just looked at each other for several long seconds. “Are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good. It was stupid; I know you – and my wife – better than to react that way.” I had slipped into my pants as we talked, and was in the process of putting on my shirt when Alli and Marci reappeared from the bathroom. Like me, Alli had her pants on but was carrying the upper part, the leotard, bunched up in her hand, and so remained topless, her pert breasts exposed. It was somehow almost more compelling than if she had still been nude!

There was a large, wet stain that started a few inches down her left thigh, at the front, and spread across to the inside almost to her knee – their leakage, no doubt, and thus mostly Michael’s semen; all over her thigh… it didn’t seem to faze her very much. “These are wearable, but this top is just too gooey; I’ll just wear my jacket and I’ll be fine.”

I wiggled my eyebrows at her. “You’d be fine even without the jacket – cold, but fine!”

“Funny man! Are you about ready?”

“Uh, yeah; let me get my shirt on, and my jacket, and I’ll run out and start the car and get the seats warming up.” She started to gather up the other various bits and pieces of our “Cats” costumes; I hadn’t bothered with the little pouchy/thong thing, since we were just going straight home as far as I knew, and when I saw her grab her tiny little leopard panties and roll them into the other stuff I realized that she had also chosen to go commando. That seemed fun, even though my cock currently had the “Temporarily Out Of Service” light flashing!

Finally as dressed as I was going to get, I darted outside real quick and fired up the car, leaving the heat and the seat heaters set on high. I was shivering when I got back indoors; now, a little after one a.m., it had gotten quite chilly out, something I hadn’t noticed while surrounded by hot water…and hotter women! At that point, Marci, Michael, and my bride had not yet emerged from the bedroom, so I trudged back down the hall.

They were just standing and chatting, Marci and Michael still gloriously naked and Alli with her jacket on, but open down the front. Even that was a great look! Marci looked at me. “Well, I guess we’re going to clean up a little and head for home ourselves. Come here, boss, and give me a hug before you go, and I’ll see you at work on Monday – be sure you wear those pants!”

I laughed. “Yeah, fat chance of that!” We hugged, and I was extremely aware of her nudity, and the warmth and softness of her body, and especially of her sex appeal and the ripe scent of sex and arousal emanating from her skin. It’s like I said; the woman simply exudes sexuality, and her nudity and recent lovemaking only emphasized that effect!

We shared a brief and very chaste kiss (still, that was new!) and as we separated, she reached down and gave my bulge a quick squeeze. It startled me, but not nearly as much as it had earlier; I could have done without the commentary, of course, but that would have been very un-Marci-like: “Wow, it must be getting really cold outside!” The two women giggling gave me and Michael an opportunity to commiserate silently, with a simple shake of the head.

He put his hand on Allison’s shoulder and turned her toward him, and they looked at each other for a moment. She went to him then, throwing her arms around him, and as they hugged he slid his hands down and cupped her ass, his hands almost totally covering her tight little butt, his fingers curling under, into the crease at the tops of her thighs…and into the space between. As he squeezed her ass he lifted slightly, and she jumped and threw her legs around his waist, laughing; he didn’t even grunt, or stumble, or seem to strain or have any need to re-balance himself, he simply assumed the additional hundred and fifteen pounds and held her as though she weighed no more than a small child, his big mitts still under her ass and his huge cock dangling heavily below!

Her bare chest was pressed tightly to his as they kissed, as Marci and I had, but differently; less chaste, more…I don’t know, but more something! Could have been passion maybe, or abandon, or just openness and friendship. Whatever it was it was a real kiss, not a peck, and I hurt all over again - even though I knew it was just two friends, sharing a kiss. Probably Marci and I would have kissed much like that as well, if not for the uncomfortable awkwardness of seeing each other next in the office, on Monday morning. Our awareness of that work relationship had held us back – or at least that’s the thought I’ve chosen to go with.

He lowered her to the floor slowly, and as her feet touched she turned away, still grinning, and started to zip up her jacket. She looked up at me for a second as she came toward me, and then paused before suddenly turning back toward Michael. She stepped quickly to him, and without another sound, reached out and grabbed his huge balls, cupping them in one hand, and then gripped his thick cock in the other, lifting it up. She bent forward as she used her fingers around his girth to slide his slippery foreskin back, fully uncovering his glistening glans, and then took the plum-sized head of his penis – and an inch or so of thick shaft and the aforementioned soft, fleshy foreskin as well – into her mouth!

Michael looked stunned – as stunned as I felt, the expression on his face like someone had just clouted him in the forehead with a two by four! I glanced at Marci, whose mouth was hanging open almost as far as Alli had opened hers to engulf Michael’s penis, and I realized that I probably had a similar expression on my own face! Allison didn’t keep him in her mouth long, just a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, swirling her tongue on him and bobbing her head slightly a time or two, but then as she began to let him slide out of her warm, wet embrace she used her lips and a slight suction of her mouth to slowly pull his soft, limp foreskin back over the head of him, so that when he slipped free he was once again fully hooded.

We were all shocked, not least of all Michael, who looked at her with a look of bewilderment – tinged with arousal – on his face. “Uhhh, Allison, damn! What, uh…what the hell..?”

Marci – not surprisingly – was the first to really find her voice. “Well! That was a surprise – a pleasant one, if I’m reading my big hunk’s face right! Girl, I think you just fulfilled at least five or six of his wildest fantasies!”

Allison licked her lips and laughed, suddenly - and, finally, blushed crimson, as if now embarrassed by her own wanton actions. “Well, it was just dangling there, asking to be kissed! I figured, what the hell, who knows if I’ll ever get another chance like this, so, you know, seize the day, right?”

I shook my head and muttered, “Carpe diem, yeah. That was more of a ‘carpe scrotum’; Seize the balls!” That got a laugh, and broke the tension, which was very much in need of breaking.

Alli looked at me. “Well, you just kind of blew it off when Irene did that to you. Since it seemed like it was no big deal…”

I interrupted her. “Blew it off, huh? Intentional pun or Freudian slip?”

She laughed. “Completely unintentional I assure you - yet appropriate. But no problem, right?”

“A little late to worry about that now, I suppose. If you’re done here we should probably go; I left the car running, and it should be getting warmed up.” I noticed Michael watching me, a concerned look on his face, wondering, no doubt, what Alli’s impromptu oral moment might have done to the somewhat fragile understanding we’d reached. I smiled at him and shrugged; this had been entirely on Allison, leaving him as surprised and at a loss for how to respond as I had been when Irene pulled the same stunt on me.

We said a few awkward goodbyes and muttered a few banalities and then headed up the hall, carrying parts of our costumes and wearing others. In the main room, as we turned toward the foyer, the mystery of the missing Molly and Davonn was solved; they were asleep on the sofa, their bodies all wrapped up in each other in what could only be a post–coital nap, naked and skin-to-skin from head to toe, as much as possible! We paused a moment to look at them, which was only natural; they were young, and beautiful, and naked and had obviously recently finished having sex! Who’s not going to look at that, especially when they’re asleep and not looking back?

Allison nudged me. “Uh-oh. Margaret is going to be pissed!”

I didn’t know what she meant until I remembered Charlie’s warning to Michael and Marci to not get any cum stains on the leather sofa. There was a large, wet stain spreading out from beneath their hips, clearly a mix of love juices of some sort, staining the pale pearl-gray leather of the cushion to a wet, charcoal gray color. If what Charlie said was true, Alli was right; Margaret was going to shit a brick! Then again, I knew Margaret, and it seemed she was always pissed off about something or other. At least this time they’d made it easy for her!

We turned away and were nearly to the door when Charlie and Karen caught us, him with one towel stretched – and I do mean stretched – around his waist and another draped over his shoulders, his skin as pink and hairless as a boiled shrimp. Karen remained stark, totally, utterly, jaybird naked, slender, long-limbed, smooth of pussy and big-boobed, and completely lovely, her ivory skin also slightly pink and a towel dangling from one hand. Charlie called out to us as they approached. “Glad we caught you! I just wanted to tell you again how much I appreciate you sticking around for the, umm, adult part of the evening. Having one of my partners join us…well, it means a lot – and I know we’ll never see Louis at one of these!”

He and I both laughed; the idea of Louis and Elaine ever attending a hot tub party – much less one that was all about nudity and sex – was ludicrous, the chance of it somewhere south of zero. Charlie went on. “I really do appreciate it, and not just because I got to see Alli naked either - which, by the way was something that was long overdue.” He leered at her to emphasize his words, but she just smiled and gently slapped his cheek, reminding me that the two of them had a sort of a separate friendship that centered around his help and generosity with her animal shelter. Alli had long ago figured out how to tame Charlie, and his affection for her consisted mostly of respect and genuine admiration…not to say that he didn’t admire her figure at every opportunity!

“Actually, Charlie, we had fun.” I looked at Allison. “We did have fun, right?”

“Oh yes! I had a ball…well, several actually.” Charlie guffawed – that was exactly his kind of humor – as Karen giggled beside him. “Really Charlie, we had fun. It was certainly a night of firsts for us, that’s for sure – oh, and I have a whole new respect for old guys and their sexual prowess after watching you! Pretty good, you old stud!”

Charlie beamed proudly. It was almost comical to watch how Allison’s words made him almost wriggle with pleasure, like when you praise a puppy for finally peeing outside instead of on the carpet. Maybe that ability came from her work at the shelter…

Karen stepped forward and gave each of us a quick hug and a peck on the cheek; all-in-all, this whole concept of frequent hugs by beautiful naked women was beginning to grow on me! She stepped back, still smiling at us. “Come and see me at the club sometime – both of you! It would be fun to have some friends come in…and I’ll even give you a free lap dance.”

Allison said, “Oh, I don’t think he needs any lap dances, unless they’re from me.”

Karen looked at her slyly. “I was talking to you.”

“Oh. Oh! Well, that certainly puts it in a whole new light!” She had blushed bright red, but was laughing softly. I don’t think she found the idea entirely off-putting!

Karen laughed at Alli’s discomfiture. “If you come on amateur’s night I’ll even get you up on stage! Me and you could do a sisters act, that would be fun…and very profitable, I suspect.”

Charlie raised a hand. “I’m going to need advance notice on that! No way do I take a chance on missing out on that scene!”

I looked at him. “Aren’t you there pretty much every day already?”

He nodded. “Valid point – still, that would be the one day I’d screw up and miss. That cannot be allowed to happen!”

Allison was laughing, as well as blushing. “Don’t hold your breath, Charlie; as much fun as it sounds like, that is not going to be happening!”

He looked disappointed. “Well, I can dream, can’t I? You two be careful on the way home – you’re sure you’re okay to drive? Because we can put you up here if we need to, I have all kinds of room, and you’re always welcome...”

I shook my head. “Thanks, but no; I’m fine. You know, maybe a bottle of water for the road, though…” Karen went to get it as Alli requested one too, both of us somewhat dehydrated from alcohol, sex, and being in the hot water for so long, our body temperatures raised to an almost feverish state but now cooling down.

She returned with the water bottles and we departed, making our way out into the chilly night and getting into my car, which was blessedly warm, the heated seats toasty on our thinly-clad hindquarters.

After I pulled out onto the road we rode in silence for a few minutes; I was very much enjoying being alone with just Alli again, having her all to myself. After a mile or two, she reached out and touched my arm. “Did you really have fun?”

“I did, surprisingly. Most of the time, at least. You were right about the whole ‘getting naked’ thing, by the way; I was intensely self-conscious and nervous right at first, but it faded…you know, to some extent. Not entirely.”

She smiled. “Told you so! Maybe we should get a hot tub and start throwing more parties – just to give you a chance to get more used to it, of course.”

I laughed. “Probably not. We don’t really have the same degree of privacy in our back yard and deck that Charlie has; the police would be out there in no time.” We rode in silence for several seconds before I decided to try to delve into something that was still troubling me. “Can I ask you a question?”

She hesitated. “As long as it’s not about Michael. Sweetie, I’m not really sure about all that yet, and until I can get my own thoughts straight I can’t talk about it.”

It had been about him, of course. Rather than risk starting an argument and spoiling an otherwise wonderful evening, I switched gears. “No, not about Michael – although I think we do need to talk about that too, and sooner rather than later. But for now I’ll give you some space on that. I was just wondering if being naked in front of that many people was as arousing for you as it seemed to be.” She laughed softly, but just looked at me without answering. I turned and looked at her, and then back at the road ahead. “Well? It did seem to turn you on, unless I was misreading the signs.”

“You weren’t. I was incredibly horny by the time we went to get undressed, just from thinking about it!”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know, really. I’ve always loved to have you see me like that, but it was a total surprise to me when I got so horny posing for my pictures.”

I chuckled. “I remember. Tell me this, then; if you had never had those photos done, would we have found ourselves here for all of this…you know, for the hot tub part and everything that led to?”

Allison seemed to ponder on that for awhile before answering. “You know, in all honesty, probably not! I guess maybe I discovered my inner exhibitionist. I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I think I would still have been too scared and shy - or modest or whatever - if I hadn’t discovered how natural it seemed in the studio after those first few nervous moments.”

“Yeah, I know those moments well; I got to enjoy them tonight.”

She regarded me silently for several seconds; when she spoke her voice was soft. “You did, didn’t you? I’m sorry, baby; I guess that was very cruel of me to throw you into a group like that when you had already said you had reservations about it.”

I shrugged. “I survived – and parts of it were very fun! Or, you know, very erotic… or both!”

“Still, I should have been more sensitive to your feelings. How can I make it up to you?”

I gave her my best lecherous grin. “I’ll start a list!”

She giggled. “You do that. In the meanwhile, how about I start with this?” She pulled some slack into her seatbelt and wriggled around in the seat so that she was more or less facing me, her back against the passenger door. She turned on the map light on her side of the overhead console, and then unzipped her short jacket and pulled it open, revealing her breasts. For some reason, it didn’t surprise me to discover that her nipples were firmly erect!

She wasn’t done; as I tried to look at her and the road at the same time, not wanting to miss anything she was doing but also not keen on killing anyone, including us, she put her left foot up on the center console, as far back as she could, her calf against the back of her seat, and her right foot on the dash above the center pod. In doing so she inadvertently bumped the radio screen, which switched us from classic rock to smooth jazz – as better befit the mood of the moment, in all honesty; not bad, for an accidental bump!

I liked the spread-legs look, of course, it’s one of my favorites, but it wasn’t until she started to run her fingers slowly up the inside of her right thigh that I noticed that the crotch of her tights was saturated, a huge wet stain, roughly oval, probably six or seven inches front to back and at least three across! It made my heart go pitty-pat, and my cock gave a valiant, if ineffective, twitch. “Wow, you really are horny – so wet!”

She laughed. “Well I am, of course, but this is mostly you.” She started to slowly stroke that darkly stained patch of fabric, her fingers touching herself through her tights.

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