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Given the small size of our valley in the dunes they spread out their towels right next to ours. Christine told Mark that given they’d watched our show it only seemed right that they do something in return for us. To emphasise her point she knelt on the towel and waggled her backside in front of him. He knelt behind her and guided his large erection between her thighs into her gaping gash. I glanced at Kat. Her expression showed avid interest and lust. I reached out my hand and stroked her hard cock. Christine rocked her arse back at Mark as he plunged his prick into her pussy. Her heavy hanging breasts swung beneath her chest. Quickly they reached a hard fast rhythm. Both grunted with energy and force. I found them absolutely exciting to watch and almost couldn’t believe Kat and I could be spectators at such close quarters. My quick glances at Kat from time to time showed she experienced similar thoughts. Her cock was hard and throbbing in my hand. I masturbated her in time to Mark’s thrusts. Christine lifted her head to the sky and long keening groans came from her throat. She noisily wailed into her orgasm. Mark grunted and groaned. The muscles in his backside clenched. He emptied in long slow deep thrusts. Kat’s cock spurted over her belly. Christine and Mark remained locked together for some time before parting. Both lay back on their towels side by side in recovery.

For a long time no one spoke. Cum dribbled from two pussies and dried on three cocks. Christine propped her head on one elbow and looked at us. “What do you think of us oldies?” she asked. Given our respective ages the age reference was a bit of an exaggeration. “Fantastic,” Kat replied for both of us. I nodded agreement. “That’s good,” Christine said, “because we both liked what you were doing too. It was very provoking watching you.” “I’ve got a question for you,” she added. We both looked at her expectantly. “Mark and I now both know you are exhibitionists because you put on a show for us, and we both know too that you are voyeurs because you both watched us, what we now need to know is are you both swingers?” Kat and I looked at each other, initially stunned, then bemused. Kat shrugged. “I guess we don’t know yet, we haven’t thought about it or discussed it,” I replied for the two of us, “we’ll have to pass. Okay?” “Fair enough,” Christine answered.

The four of us lay in our sandy hollow together and exchanged small talk for a couple of hours until evening approached. We swam, dried ourselves off and the other two bid us goodbye with the hope they’d see us again tomorrow.

Naturally Kat and I had plenty to discuss that evening. We tried view the situation from all angles. It turned out our greatest concern was the same for both of us. If we wanted to do anything with Mark and Christine what would the other think, would there be any negativity or jealousy in our own relationship. We finally reached a conclusion that we would in no way hurt each other or ourselves. But we ourselves wouldn’t initiate anything either. We’d wait and see if Christine’s comments were simply hot air. It was easy for us to confess, given the physical response we’d each seen in the other, that the couple somehow did excite us. Our lovemaking that night was as lustful, energetic and experimental as always, maybe even more so.

Sunday was a still perfect spring day. Our routine was much the same as before except that Christine and Mark arrived at our end of the bay just as we’d cleaned the dingy, put our catch in the fridge and cooked a couple of more crays. We swam, and sunbaked together on the hard sand at the edge of the water, and swam some more. There was no doubt the chemistry was very much still crackling between the four of us. We learned a little more about each other and Mark eased out of his apparent shyness. It turned out he had a good sense of humour, though not as raucous as Christine.

Somehow I was not surprised after we agreed we’d had enough sun for the morning when Kat asked them if they’d like to lunch with us. She quickly put Christine’s protestations that they’d come empty handed aside. We made our way to the cottage which Mark and Christine looked through with interest. Kat and I settled on a crayfish salad, given our success in catching these abundant crustaceans. The two women filled a bowl with salad while Mark and I uncorked a wine, prepared the crayfish and set the table on the veranda. Lunch was excellent fun as we got to know each other better. The sense of humour of the other couple soon won us over. It was after lunch, after the dishes had been cleared away and we’d returned to the veranda to finish our wine, when circumstances changed.

Mark and I were sitting in our chairs on the veranda when the two women joined us. Kat accepted Mark’s suggestion that she sit on his lap. She sat across his bare thighs while we all talked. But then his hands began to roam caressively over her body, over her back and legs. Kat appeared initially to ignore his touch. Gradually though his hands strayed to her more intimate places, over her breasts, between her thighs. Mark lifted her up slightly and turned her on his body, so that her back was against his chest, her legs parted on either side of his thighs, her bottom resting on his lower belly. He ran his hands over her breasts, belly, thighs, vulva and penis; and started all over again. Her nipples hardened and she rested her body back against his chest. His fingertips traced patterns over her open slit. The foreskin drew back exposing her pink tip as her cock hardened and rose up towards her belly. Mark’s prick rose in a thick curve up over her gash until it rested against her cock.

I looked sideways at Christine. Her gaze was fixed on them, her face full of lust. My erection poked towards my navel. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and sexual tension. That tension palpably increased when Mark stood up from the chair, supporting Kat’s body with his hands and arms. He turned and placed her sitting in the chair, lifting her legs over the arm rests. The pose totally exposed her gash and cock to our view. Her cunt gaped revealing the parted pink folds of her flesh, the throat of her tunnel open.

Mark knelt on the concrete floor in front of Kat. He felt for her breasts and nipples with his fingers. His head dipped and his tongue slid through her open cleft. His lips found her clitoris. He sucked the nub of flesh into his mouth. Kat groaned. Her body rocked on the chair as she pressed her gash against his mouth.

My cock throbbed. The knob was slick with precum. I glanced at Christine. Her face showed her lust. She surreptitiously touched herself. Her hands wandered over her own breasts, down her belly and between her parted thighs.

Mark worked his mouth over Kat’s cunt. Her head hung back on the backrest of the chair. She moaned, groaned and sucked air into her lungs while she humped her body forwards seeking Mark’s invasive tongue. The orgasm rocked through her quivering body as his tongue swiped back and forth over her clitty. The passion raged through her body. As she slowly slipped over the top Mark moved his mouth. His tongue snaked over the hard underside of her cock. He nibbled at the pink tip. He engulfed it in his mouth, and slid her shaft into his throat. His mouth slid up and down over her tool. Again her head went back. Kat’s body lifted from the chair as she spurted into his swallowing throat.

As soon as Kat came Mark knelt upright in front of her. His thick prick jutted up along his belly. He rested the knob in the open gape of Kat’s gash. His bottom rocked. His cock slid inside her. He thrust forward. More of his shaft disappeared into her cunt. Another small rock and he was completely embedded inside her.

“I can’t stand any more of just watching this,” Christine spoke beside me. She got up and moved over me. Facing away from me she straddled my legs. She used her hand to guide my erection into her snatch and lowered herself onto me. Her cunt was hot, wide and wet. She dropped down and totally buried my cock inside her cunt. Christine used her legs and thighs to ride me, to fuck me. In this position we could watch our partners fuck while we fucked. I sat lower in the chair and enjoyed her efforts, while across from me Mark fucked Kat.

Christine’s clutching cunt felt simply superb as she lifted and dropped over my tool. Her snatch completely engulfed me. Her rhythm seemed to match Mark’s as he thrust in and out of Kat’s gash. The excitement surged through the four of us. Mark was the only one who couldn’t see what the rest were doing. Kat certainly looked at Christine and I before her eyes lost focus as she soared to another orgasm. Her rocking cunt obviously did good things to Mark. As she came he grunted into a hard thrusting fuck as he pumped his load into her. Christine ground her grasping snatch over the base of my cock. She rocked herself over my shaft and I erupted inside her.

No one moved for some time. When we broke apart dripping cum was everywhere, over cocks, running down thighs. By easy mutual agreement we went for a swim. Then Christine and mark decided to head for their cottage. We told them, before they left, that we’d be in town in the morning. They were grateful that we offered to buy them a paper and fresh bread. And said they’d return the favour later in the week.

Kat and I shared a restful siesta. There were no recriminations or doubts about our new experience. In fact we were both grateful for the opportunity for such a safe, sane and fantastic experience with nice happy non-threatening people.

Our town trip next day was normal. The families in the city were pleased to hear from us. It was good to shop and see other people. But we were happy enough to return to the bay and our unique holiday. On the way home we stopped briefly at Christine and Mark’s cottage to drop off their supplies, share a cuppa and accept their dinner invitation for the following night.

So we quickly returned to our holiday routine of swimming, fishing, sun tanning and rooting. We loved it all and Kat had never been fitter or healthier. Of course we saw the other couple and they firmed up their dinner arrangements with us.

We arrived at their cottage, nude as always, late in the afternoon, but with a small bag containing a few clothes, towels and two bottles of wine. Their cottage was as simple and neat as ours, just slightly different in layout with one big bedroom containing two large adjacent double beds and two double bunks. We put our bag away and ignored their protests about the wine. It was lovely looking at the bay and the sea from the different perspective of their veranda while we shared their good humour and our cold wine.

Dinner was a simple barbeque. Mark and I cooked the meat while Kat and Christine cut the salad. The evening was warm so a quick swim in the early dark removed the smell of smoke from all of us. We took turns to rinse off the sand and salt water under their shower. Christine lit a couple of candles on the veranda. Surrounded by the complete blackness of the beach we sat and drank and talked. Finally someone suggested it was time for bed. Again we took turns in the bathroom while the others washed glasses and generally tidied up. When we moved to the bedroom, lit by a Tilly lamp, we only looked at each other for a second or so before Christine took charge. She suggested we use two beds. By now I wasn’t surprised that Kat readily agreed.

As the two women lay in the middle of their respective beds they were an interesting contrast in size, shape and build. But both looked highly desirable. I know I wanted to experience more of Christine. Given Mark’s obviously excited condition he badly wanted to fuck Kat.

It was difficult to know in any detail what transpired between the other couple as I was too engrossed in Christine’s amorous physical charms and only occasionally glimpsed their activities. It was great to stretch out beside Christine for the first time and more slowly get to know her body. She was far from passive. As I stroked and kissed my way over her body she was busy with her own exploration. In fact we got in each other’s way now and then until she climbed on top of me, her cunt over my face, her mouth around my shaft. Her gash was long and deep, framed by thick meaty labia, tipped by a thick red clitoris. Clear threads of mucus dripped from her cunt. I burrowed my tongue into her depths. She tasted oh so good. Her musk filled my nostrils. But just when I’d begun to luxuriate in our sixty niner Christine lifted herself off me.

She rolled onto her back on the bed and opened her arms and legs to me in welcome. I worked my mouth up her belly to the large mounds of her breasts and sucked avidly on her thick long nipples. She drew my body up over hers, her bent legs guiding me towards her gaping snatch. My cock slid into effortlessly into her lubricated cunt. Our lips met and our tongues danced. Her hands grasped my arse. Our fuck was stupendously energetic without being too hard or too fast. My prick plunged pleasantly into her snatch. Her body rocked around me, her cunt muscles grasped my shaft in wonderful tightness. Christine’s groans filled my mouth as she humped and fucked her way to orgasm. My cock quivered and spurted deep inside her as my own release shivered through my body. As I rested inside her Christine told me not to move. Instead she lifted her legs up to encircle my waist. Her arms wrapped around my back. In between soft kisses she told me she liked young men like Mark and I because she knew we could always go again, and soon too. Given the juiciness and heat of her cunt enveloping my cock, my continuous lust and my youth I believed her. I did want to fuck her again.

As soon as I caught my breath I recommenced our fuck. The squelch of hard cock in sloppy cunt filled our ears, interspersed with cries and groans from the next bed. But I was too engrossed with Christine to take notice of their activities. Somehow my cock had found Christine’s hot spot inside her cunt. Each time my tool slid over it, in and out, her physical response was apparent. Encircled in the soft warm cocoon of her arms and legs, crushed against her belly and breasts, engulfed by the hot clutch of her cunt, she still managed to allow me to thrust hard fast and deep into her snatch. The rock and heave of her pelvis and arse gradually built to its inevitable climax, subsided briefly, then built again as I continued to piston my prick the velvet nest of her twat. Her freneticism beat any semblance of further control. My cock pumped inside her.
We lay together in tight embrace for some time. The spunk and juice trickled out of her over my balls and down the crack of her arse. We slowly moved apart and lay side by side to cool. It was then our long forgotten partners once more captured our attention.

Kat straddled Mark as she bounced up and down on his tool. Her cock jutted out in front of her belly. Her breasts jiggled and swung on her chest. She was certainly putting energy into her ride. We watched. Kat’s head went back and she sucked air into her gasping mouth. She ground her pelvis over Mark’s embedded cock and with loud cries she climaxed. His body convulsed under her. Kat slowly collapsed forward onto his chest.

A silence filled the bedroom. All four of us rested and recovered. But our night was not finished yet. Half an hour or so later Christine roused and encouraged us to get organised.

The two women knelt sideways on their respective beds so they could see each other. Mark knelt behind Kat, myself behind Christine. The arrangement was good for the voyeur in all of us. As I slid my cock into Christine Mark was already fucking Kat, his hands underneath her body masturbating her hard cock. Her face was a picture of joy and lust. I grasped one of Christine’s lovely fat nipples with one hand and felt for her clitoris with the other. She humped her arse rhythmically back at my impaling tool. Our fuck was long, slow and satisfying. The view of the other two helped of course. There was something beautiful watching the love of one’s life being fucked by an obviously caring lover to complete draining satisfaction.

Mark and Kat came well before us. Kat wailed into her orgasm. Her breasts swung back and forth from her chest as she bucked her body back at Mark. Her cock spurted over the bed beneath her. She slid forward onto the bed with Mark on top of her.

Their efforts certainly excited me. I plunged in and out of Christine’s cunt while my fingertips strummed a fast beat on her clitoris. Christine rammed her arse back at my cock. On each thrust my tool buried completely inside her. My balls slapped against her. We drove each other hard and our orgasms simultaneously burst with a roar.

After a long rest Kat and I dressed and all four of us shared tender good nights. Mark and Christine were going into town next morning and promised to buy us milk, bread and a paper. Kat and I slowly strolled home along the dark shoreline. We had just enough energy for a quick shower before we fell into bed. For the first time on our holiday we were too tired to make love. Early next morning before our usual walk we made up for that, then returned to our usual daily routine.

We were sitting down to lunch on the veranda when we heard, then saw, Christine and Mark driving along the track towards our cottage. That was unusual, but then we thought they’d maybe decided to deliver our few items from town to us early rather than wait for us to pick them up later. It turned out that was true, but they had a more pressing reason to call by. Mark had an urgent family need to return to the city for a few days, probably until the weekend. He didn’t want Christine to give up her holiday and wanted to know, before they decided what to do, would she be able to sleep over at our cottage so she wouldn’t be alone in isolation at night. Of course for Kat and I it wasn’t a problem, after all we had plenty of beds. They seemed both grateful and relieved. Before they drove off Kat told Christine that she didn’t have to wait for nightfall to walk down. She was welcome to come by any time she was ready. Christine smiled her thanks. Kat and I got into action before our afternoon siesta and tidied up the spare bedroom, and made up the most comfortable of the beds.

In fact on our late afternoon walk we stopped by their cottage and helped Christine carry a few things back to our place. Kat was insistent that she lock and close up her cottage and come with us. In spite of our recent intimacy Christine was concerned that she would be in our way. She didn’t want to interfere with our situation. Kat reassured her we’d all be fine, that she couldn’t bear to have Christine lonely and by herself when friends were so close at hand. Potential problems aired and resolved we walked along the shoreline of the bay towards our cottage.

Christine joined in our routine with great good humour. Things were happy, and normal until bedtime. Again the situation changed for the better for Kat and I in terms of our life experiences. We’d showered in turn getting ready for bed and I closed up our cottage for the night. I found the two women in the light of a single lantern, naked of course, lying on top of our folded down bed talking. It seemed natural enough to lie beside them and listen to their laughter and gossip. Gradually the conversation became more sexual and the atmosphere subtlety changed. Signs of excitement became apparent in the three of us as nipples elongated, pussies flowered and cocks hardened. Christine as usual took control of matters making some comment, as she stirred on the bed, about repaying our hospitality.

She knelt between Kat’s legs and ran her tongue over the underside of Kat’s hard cock as it stretched upwards along her belly. I lay on my side and watched the older woman expertly gobble Kat’s cock. My lover’s face reflected her pleasure as our visitor completely swallowed her tool. The shaft glistened with saliva as Christine eased it out of her mouth retaining just the knob, before the whole hard hunk of meat again disappeared down her throat. Kat did not last long. She came fiercely, pumping her load into Christine’s swallowing mouth. It was my turn. A grinning Kat watched.

Christine’s hands fondled my balls as she ran her tongue over my knob. Her mouth sucked and her throat convulsed around the thick intrusion of my shaft. Her lips touched the skin of my belly before she lifted off again. Repetitiously she suctioned my tool from the tip to the base. Oh she was good. As much as I thought about trying to hold back it simply wasn’t possible. My cock throbbed and the spunk blasted up the core of my shaft into her mouth. Again she swallowed the load.

Neither Kat nor I had any chance to consider what might happen next. Christine immediately returned her attentions to Kat’s cock. It quickly responded to Christine’s touch. Her erection looked just as hard as before. Christine quickly straddled the young woman’s body, slid her gaping juicy gash over Kat’s hard cock, raised her body slightly and engulfed the hard length of meat with her cunt. I was about to witness Kat’s first fuck with a woman. Christine rode the embedded cock fiercely. As she raised herself upwards I could see the cock sheened with cunt juice. Down Christine dropped, and Kat’s cock completely disappeared into her hungry cunt. Christine’s huge tits swung and bounced with her effort. Her loud verbose body quaking orgasm came quickly. Kat thrust herself upwards into the gaping maw of the engulfing gash above her. In a heaving straining rush her cock pulsed into the woman above her. Christine was not done yet.

She moved and mounted my hard horn with her gaping red, spunk-dripping snatch. My cock disappeared inside her. Her ride was gasping and grasping. Briefly I noticed and admired her swinging tits. But the sensations in my cock were simply too much to ignore. My cock strained inside her, then for a second time pumped and throbbed. Christine held my emptying prick tightly in her cunt. She ground her snatch over my belly and, much to my relief, came too.

The three of us lay on the cum stained bed. We slowly cooled and cum and juice dried on our bodies. Sometime later Christine suggested it was time for her to go to her own bed. I was surprised when Kat suggested there was plenty of room in our bed for three. So she stayed and I turned off the lantern. In the darkness there was some minor rearrangement of bodies. Kat ended up in the middle. We dozed off with Kat intertwined around my body, as usual.

Next morning Christine had breakfast ready for Kat and I after our morning walk. She later went home to her own place, choosing not to join our fishing expedition. But she did obey Kat’s instruction to return for lunch and joined us for our early afternoon siesta. Our time in bed was just as interesting as before. Christine asked me to make love to Kat. She just wanted to watch, and it turned out masturbate while we fucked beside her.

The two women happily prepared a salad together that warm evening while I grilled fish on the barbeque. We all drank a little too much wine and retired for the night slightly drunk all together in the one bed. Perhaps the wine removed more of our youthful inhibitions with this mature good looking sex crazed woman. It didn’t take long for the playtime to begin. Our bodies showed the excitement we all obviously felt.

I lay on my side and watched the two women beside me, my fierce erection hard along my belly to my navel. Christine lent over Kat and caressed her body, from her breasts to her tummy to her cock and gash. Kat’s cock stood up proud over her soft belly. Christine took the diminutive Kat in her arms and rolled onto her back, taking Kat with her. She lay on the bigger woman’s breasts and belly, between Christine’s spread thighs, her cock and cunt pressed against the older woman’s juicy gash. Christine slipped her hand in between their bodies, found Kat’s cock and fed it into the maw of her own hungry snatch. I was about to see Kat lose her virginity for the second time. The look on Kat’s face showed the lust, pleasure and excitement that she felt. She didn’t need Christine’s encouraging hands grasping the cheeks of her arse to sink her cock into the willing cunt waiting for her. Kat fucked Christine hard and fast. Her head bent down and she gobbled on fat nipple on the mound of breast in front of her face. Christine rocked her body under Kat, allowing the younger woman to bury her cock completely and totally in her gash. The first fuck did not last long. Kat surged into her climax, Christine right there with her. Each fed off the other’s pleasure. Kat pumped. Christine gasped. Bodies locked together they savagely came in and around each other. They remained locked together as they rested. Kat did not need any encouragement to go again. She thrust her cock in and out of Christine’s cunt, though this time there was a bit less urgency in her lust. Christine lifted her legs high around Kat’s body. I moved my position, my head towards the foot of the bed, to enhance my view. Kat thrust and Christine humped and rocked until she came again. Kat showed no mercy. She kept going and going, plunging her cock into the other woman’s juicy grasping cunt. Kat came a second time and locked together they rested once more.

When they finally broke apart it was Christine who decided what my pleasure would be. They placed on my back in the middle of the bed. Kat knelt over my mouth facing Christine who straddled my cock. Just as I sunk my tongue into Kat’s beautiful delicate pink pussy I felt my cock enveloped by Christine’s cum drenched cunt. Both women were now able to watch the other ride my body. The sensation coursing through either end of my body made it difficult to focus on doing good work with either woman. It seemed though that they didn’t care about that. Kat moved her pussy across my face, lips and tongue to suit her own pleasure. Unseen by me Christine rode up and down on my cock. Both of them soared to their own stars before my pent up dam of spunk burst into Christine’s snatch.

There was no doubt the two women needed more of a rest than I did. But I felt I was justified in taking advantage of them a little while later. Certainly they showed no resistance, only easy compliance. I had them lay side-by-side, hands behind their heads, legs bent, feet on the mattress, thighs parted. They were an interesting and provocative contrast in femininity, one large, the other small, but both alluringly beautiful. I mouthed and tongued and sucked my way over their bodies, from their faces to their breasts and nipples, down their bellies and thighs, over their bare smooth pudenda: one pussy slim, pink and delicate; the other deep, fat and juicy. I spooned dribbling cum out Christine’s gash. I slid my cock into Kat’s tight twat. I fucked Christine’s wide deep cavernous cunt. Back and forth I moved between them, exciting them, exciting myself, wondering in which snatch I should shoot my load. The choice didn’t matter. I decided either one would do. Kat won that dubious distinction.

Next morning the three of us went to town, Kat and I to do our usual chores, Christine to phone Mark. She was very happy he planned to return Sunday morning and he ended up with a list of shopping for their final week at the bay. There was no doubt she missed him. Nevertheless she was content and happy to share with us, just as now we were with her.

There was no siesta for us that afternoon. Kat and I emptied the pots of crays and fished to replenish our stocks. It was late in the day before the three of us met for our usual swim and sunbake. Dinner was relaxed and happy. Bedtime brought its renewed expectation of new experiences to be contrived by Christine for the three of us.

At the start again I had the voyeuristic pastime of watching my two companions pleasure each other. Christine lay on her back while Kat straddled her, another first for Kat as she explored the older woman’s pussy with her mouth while her own pussy was tongued and sucked. They took their time. Kat lost the plot and came twice on Christine’s face before she managed to reciprocate the pleasure. They finally broke apart, their shining mouths wet with the each other’s juice. Without any encouragement Kat fucked Christine. My cock throbbed. Kat finished and I took her place. When it came time to rest we turned the lantern off and slept until the early hours of the morning when rain on the tin roof woke all of us. In the cold darkness the three of us made slow love, then slept again. Probably because it was overcast, wet and cool we slept later than usual. The weather dictated it was a day to stay indoors, though once it warmed later in the morning we also used the veranda to watch the steady rain while we rested and recuperated from our various activities.

During our afternoon siesta we tried something different. The two women took up the sixty-nine position, with Kat underneath on her back. I knelt behind Christine and slithered my prick into her deep wet cunt. Kat used her tongue to caress my shaft and Christine’s cunt. For me their combined touch was simply sensational. Kat later commented her close up view of cock sliding in and out of a juicy clasping cunt, while her own snatch was tongue fucked, blew her away.

That evening, our last before Mark returned next day, we again experimented. I was on my back with Christine on top of me, my tool embedded in her wide deep gash. Christine lay forward on my body. Kat knelt behind her between our spread legs. Slowly Kat slipped her prick along mine, until our two tools rested against each other, pressed tightly together by Christine’s cunt. My movements were minimal as I excitedly rocked der her body desperately thrusting into her. On the other hand Kat had unrestricted access to the rear of Christine’s maw, and took full advantage as she slid her cock in and out of the other woman’s snatch. The sensation of Kat’s shaft sliding over mine was superb. In spite of all our recent fucking and sucking I was able to exercise little or no control. My tool throbbed. My prick pumped. My spunk spurted into Christine’s cunt, drenched Kat’s cock. Her response was immediate. Hot spunk jetted from her knob, bubbled over my shaft, and flooded Christine’s cavernous cunt until it sopped and slurped with our gelatinous juices.

Next morning dawned fine and warm. Christine went home to prepare for Mark’s return. Kat and I happily returned to our earlier routine, though now with more things to quietly discuss and enjoy in review. Certainly we too were now more experimental and open in our attitude to life and each other. We agreed we had both benefited from the experiences with the other couple. It was a couple of days before we saw them again. We correctly guessed why, but late Wednesday morning when they strolled by to help us clean our catch it was old times again. The brief break had done us all good, but it was quickly apparent the fires were easily rekindled, particularly after they accepted our invitation to lunch.

Kat now knew what to expect and what to do when Mark knelt in front of her as she sat on the long lounge chair beside Christine. She lifted her legs and placed her feet flat on the chair cushion. In this spreadeagled pose her pretty pink pussy gaped open, her erotic erection pointed towards her navel. Mark lent forward and kissed her nipples to hardness. He slowly moved his mouth down her belly, along the underside of her straining tool, until finally he dipped his tongue into the sweet nectar of her snatch. Kat’s head was flung back, her breathing heavy and ragged.

Christine watched, fascinated as always. I moved and knelt in front of her. Her breasts were heavy in my hands, her fat long nipples already hard as I sucked them. She too moved her feet to the chair cushion, her brown thighs wide, her vulva open to my gaze. I crouched and slithered my tongue amongst the tendrils of mucus that hung in threads over her gash. Her labia were wrinkled pink fat flaps of flesh, her clitoris pink and hard. I mashed my mouth against her gash, breathed her aroma in through my nostrils, and sucked her love bud until she climaxed in great body heaves over my face.

As I knelt upright in front of her Mark was thrusting his cock in and out of Kat’s cunt. I nestled my prick inside the entrance of Christine’s gaping snatch. Her muscles tightened around my tip. I hunched forward and my tool slid into her hot wet honeyed hole. Just like the couple beside us our fuck was fast and furious. She came again in heaving body surges around me. My cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside her in relief.

On Saturday night, their last night at the bay, Mark and Christine invited Kat and I for dinner. Later the four of us shared the one big bed for our final foursome. The two women had an exciting sixty-nine where they lapped each other to orgasm. Kat then fucked Christine twice before almost reluctantly leaving her sloppy cum filled cunt to me, while Mark fucked and sucked her beside us on the bed. We left them like us, tired, sore but happy.
Next day they came past to say goodbye and leave us their perishables. We were sorry to see them go but soon returned to our own routine, happy and content to have shared these experiences with them.

Our last week at the beach was wonderful, full of sexual absorption, each in the other. We went home tanned, fit and healthy. Kat stayed that way for another year before she went to that everlasting beach in the next life. She is waiting there for me.