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It was set. After months of on-line chats and camera play my beloved bride and I had decided to go that last step and meet another couple in person. Albeit, on neutral ground. As they lived a couple of states away we decided that we would meet at a B&B operated out of an old plantation home in the middle of Louisiana. Better, because it was in the middle of winter not only were the rates lower, (satisfying my penny-pinching nature), but there was almost certainly going to be damned few other guest.
The appointed day arrived cold and blustery; far colder than usual for this low latitude. Even this worked out well as it encouraged my wife, Beth, to wear my favorite clothes – comfy, yet snug, jeans and a thick ivory cable-knit wool sweater nearly matching my own, and heavy Doc Martin boots. As tall as she stands and with her spectacular boobs filling the sweater it is a very hot look for her without showing any of her well tattooed skin. Her skin and long dark hair and deep brown eyes are shown off to great effect against the ivory color of the thick sweater. Also, when we arrived the cold air prompted the operators of the B&B to inform us that they were well stocked with firewood. Honestly, I think this was out of guilt because they informed us that due to needed repairs to the room we were scheduled to occupy we were being given one of the nearly 200 year old log cabins behind the house proper. They could not have thrilled us any more had they tried! We signed in with a smile and went to our cabin to unpack, freshen up, and wait for supper. That is when we hoped to finally meet our online buddies.
Six o’clock finally arrived and sure enough, there at the table were our expected friends. Tom was about five foot ten, (so I had a couple of inches on him there at least), with short dark hair and a better-than-average and firm body of one who has known many years of hard work. Annie stood perhaps five foot eight inches with a body full of curves. While obviously in good shape, she had enough softness in breast and hips to make both men and women give a double take as she walked by. Her pretty oval face was framed with a mane of thick, very straight, blonde hair and her pale blue eyes sparkled with delight as she took in my wife’s six foot frame, nearly endless legs, and proud 44DDs.
Introductions were made all around and we settled in to a spectacular meal of fine country cooking. Afterwards we went out of the huge wrap-around porch of the ancient house and sat in the provided rocking chairs. Tom had a flask of decent single malt, and the women had what they proclaimed an excellent red wine, while I remained quite happy with a huge steaming mug of hot Mexican chocolate. Tom and I chatted about odds and ends like our work histories, hunting, and fishing. Neither of us could follow what our wives were discussing, yet one thing was plain – they had hit it off very well. After only twenty minutes of talk on rather full, the two had first began with the light touches of fingertips and had moved on to open hand holding. Both were breaking into laughter regularly and while I couldn’t speak for Annie, it was very unusual for my generally reserved wife to laugh so fully and so often. Soon the night turned too cold for even our warm clothing and what little chocolate left in my mug was threatening to freeze. We pointed out our cabin to our new friends and then left them to go to their room for a bit, (as would we), to talk over our meeting and prepare for later… if there was to be a ‘later’.
Beth trotted off to the bathroom as soon as we entered our cabin as I started a much needed fire in the old fireplace. I pride myself in my skill at starting a good fire quickly, yet just as I was finishing my task my bride re-entered the room wearing yet another favorite of mine… cream-colored satin teddy and matching boy shorts. No lace anywhere to scratch the skin. Just satin… as smooth as her own skin. She had taken her long hair out of her usual braid and had brushed her locks to a fine luster. In the firelight there was no sight on Earth to match her. I stood and she walked into my arms meeting me with a passionate kiss. When she pulled away her nipples had hardened, but not from the cold. I wrapped her in my arms and whispered to her how beautiful she was and how much I desired her before asking what she thought of Tom & Annie. Her reply was that she found Tom to be a nice looking man and one that Annie was deeply in love with. I concurred, stating that they did seem to be as well matched as we were in our marriage. With that out of the way I asked about Annie. Beth then spoke in rapid words of how much they had in common beyond their marriages and how sexy Annie looked in her heavy skirts. Then she spoke of Annie’s fine blonde hair and of how light and silky it felt. (When she had had the chance to touch it I could not recall.) With a giggle she wondered if Annie was as blonde and silky below as she was above. I reminded her that if memory served Annie’s pussy was as clean shaven as her own, but Beth said she had asked Annie not to shave again until after they had met. This was also news to me as I thought the only times they had spoken was online and with the respective husbands right there. At any rate, it appeared that as far as my bride was of concerned the rest of the evening was a go. *If* our expected room guest arrived.
About twenty minutes later, arrive they did. Tom was still dressed as he had been, in jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots. Annie, however, was covered in a long wool coat coming to mid calf, but the floor length skirts were nowhere in sight below the coat’s hem. Only a pair of clear, Lexan “fuck me” pumps graced her well-tended feet.
As Tom shook my hand his wife walked up to my wife and gave her a long, full-body hug. Standing there in the fire light, and even with Annie in that long coat, the two women made one hell of a sight. Erotic enough that Tom and I had completely forgotten our handshake. Moments later we both kind of woke up, realizing that we were still gripping each other’s hand. Without words we took our seats in the two recliners opposite the fireplace from the bed, but still only a few feet away. Meanwhile, our wives had gone from a hug to nibbling of necks and light kisses. Tom looked over at me and quietly said “I think there is going to be a show.” My cock was already aching in my pants and Tom was sporting a fair tent as well. My reply was “Damn! I hope so!” Then we only had eyes for our wives.
My wife had already opened the coat Annie was wearing, but Annie’s back was to us. Beth’s face was buried in that mane of blonde hair, kissing and nibbling on neck and ear. Annie’s head was thrown back, enjoying the sensation, and letting her manicured nails rake lightly over my wife’s ribs and the sides of Beth’s heavy boobs. This went on for what seemed an eternity but was no doubt just seconds. Suddenly Annie broke the clench and took a step back. Then with a half-turn, clearly to share the thrill with us spectators, she shrugged off the coat and let it puddle on the floor. I’m not sure what was sexier… the look in Beth’s eyes as she took in the view or Annie standing there in the black version of the same satin outfit that my wife was wearing. Her golden hair gleamed in the flickering light, her skin flawless, and her 36D breast standing proud against the fabric and her nipples tenting it slightly. The women reached for each other at the same time but this time crushed their bodies together in a passionate kiss. Tongues intertwined as hands explored hair, backs, and asses. With the help of the shoes Annie was closer to Beth’s six foot frame, but she still had to tilt her head far back to meet my lover’s lips. In seconds both women were moaning and making very wet sounds with their mouths as we men squirmed in our chairs.
Annie could wait no longer and slipped the spaghetti straps off of Beth’s shoulders allowing one of her high-nippled breast to come free. She cupped both boobs in her small hands and tweaked the nipples several times before taking the bare one in her mouth. She squeezed hard on the one still covered as she flicked her tongue over the stiff nipple of the other. Then she latched on and sucked hard. Beth’s knees nearly buckled with pleasure. My wife’s hands went to Annie’s head and held her tight to her tit as Annie feasted on that full globe. I heard a slight “zip” to my right and glanced over in time to see Tom freeing his hard tool, its head purple and glossy. Since the ice was broken I figured there was no need to sit there in pain and followed suit. My cock had not been so hard in years! Tom never looked over as he was totally absorbed in the site before us. In a deep, low voice he declared that Beth’s boobs were even better in person as he watched his wife suckle mine. I knew at that moment he truly wished that he was sharing in Annie’s delight. When I looked back to the women it wads in time to see them sit on the bed. They were looking longingly into each other’s eyes as they stripped off their tops. Two stunning sets of breast were on display for each other and for us. As they began a concerted exploration of each other’s bodies I could stand it no more and began to slowly, lightly, stroke my rigid tool and my new friend matched me stroke-for-stroke.
Beth took her turn at sucking Annie’s glorious pink nipples. She went from one to the other several times. Then she would kiss the blonde deeply before going back to sucking. Annie tried at last to get more of Beth’s but my wife pushed her down on the bed, pinning her. Then Beth kissed her forehead, her eyes, cheeks and lips before moving down to her neck, breast, and flat stomach. I watched hungrily as my wife’s tongue dug into Annie’s sensitive navel and then I felt the same near-jealousy that Tom was feeling. Beth sat up, now between her lover’s knees, took hold of the waist of the black boy shorts. Annie obliged by lifting her ass slightly and with one deft movement the offending article of clothing was gone, landing on the arm of Tom’s chair. From where I was sitting it really did look like that Annie was as blonde and silky below as she was on top. Her cunt was framed by nearly straight light blonde hair that looked like spun honey. Tom spoke again, “Here.”, as he handed his wife’s panties to me. I looked down at the fabric that was still heated from her body and couldn’t help noticing that they felt damp. Still stroking my dick and watching my wife slowly lean into the pussy that the cloth had just been covering, I brought the panties to my face and inhaled the sweet musky scent of woman. My balls were full to bursting and to avoid blowing my load right then I handed the panties back to Tom. He laid them over his straining prick before again wrapping his hand around the shaft.
Annie’s back was arched as Beth expertly teased her labia with her tongue. Then Beth began to fuck the other woman with a long finger as she sucked on a stiff little clit. For the next few minute we men sat and watched as my wife worked his into several orgasms with skilled fingers and tongue. Beth’s own thick head of hair often blocked the view but Annie’s contortions were show enough. Still, when Annie’s last orgasm seemed never to stop and Beth’s head rose from the soaking wet pussy of her new lover, we were amazed to see the reason why. Beth’s hand was buried in Annie’s cunt to the wrist! The only sounds that could escape the blonde’s mouth were completely incoherent. My wife looked over to us and watched us stroking ourselves for a moment, timing her thrust with our strokes. Then she said to me, “Honey, get these shorts off of me. My pussy is hurting for her tongue!” I stood, weak-kneed and still rubbing the head of my cock, and stepped over to my wife. I had her panties off in a second. So desperate was my own need that I nearly stuffed my aching prick into her cunt right there. Somehow I didn’t, nor did I touch so much as one of Annie’s toes. This was their time. I did smell of the soaked panties as I stepped back to my chair, then handed them to Tom. Turn about is fair play, after all. The effect on him equaled what the scent of his wife on me. When I turned to sit I found that in the couple of seconds that my back was turned that Beth’s hand was free and that her lover had turned her onto her back and was voraciously lapping at her dripping pussy. Annie seemed possessed as she tongue lashed my wife’s clit. In short order I noted Beth’s ass lift from the bed, a sure sign of a massive orgasm wracking her body. Twice more over the next twenty of so minutes I watched this blonde beauty suck and finger my bride into cumming hard before sliding up on top of Beth’s longer frame and snuggling into those heavenly tits as her own swelled out between their bodies.
There was silence for a few long minutes. Both of us guys had long since stopped our stroking for fear of losing our loads. We both knew just how horny our wives would be for a stiff pounding after a lesbian encounter. We were both looking forward to it. The women, it seemed, had a slightly different plan. They rolled onto their right sides, Beth behind Annie. Beth’s left hand snaked over the smaller blonde and played with the nipple of her nearest tit. Annie spoke first… “Tom, I told Beth what you’ve been wanting. Have you told Mark yet?” Indeed, he had not and I saw a slight red creep into his cheeks. I could easily imagine that he wanted to fuck my wife. Perhaps even a swap. The thought had crossed my mind, too. Still, I wasn’t quite sure I wanted any man’s cum in my wife’s cunt other than my own. From our chats I thought he felt the same about Annie. Tom finally replied, “No. I haven’t.” His eyes locked on his wife’s. Annie looked over at me and said, “Tom has been obsessed with your wife’s tits since he saw the first picture. What he wants most is to fuck her tits while I hold them around his shaft.” I looked from her to my wife. Beth seemed more amused than anything else and said that she wouldn’t mind at all so long as she had my dick deep in her pussy at the same time. My cock gave a lurch and I knew this was going to happen.
In seconds we were both as nude as our wives. It took a tad longer to workout the logistics. Finally, Beth had moved to where her ass was on the edge of the bed. Annie straddled her face before leaning over, taking hold of my cock, (giving it a couple of strokes on the sly), and guided it into Beth’s soaking wet pussy as I held her long legs up high by the ankles. Then she eased back down so Beth could put her tongue to good use. Tom then straddled Beth’s chest, his hard cock laid out on her breastbone. Annie ran her fingernails up and down the length of his dick before engaging him in a deep kiss. The thought of Beth’s pussy juices being shared in that kiss started me off pushing deep into my wife. All out, all in. Slow and steady with a nice hard bump as I bottomed out and my nutsack slapped her ass on every stroke. Annie drooled spit onto Tom’s meat took one big breast in each hand and molded them over her husband’s cock. He began to match my time as we fucked my wife’s tits and cunt together. Annie, it seemed was not being left out. She moaned and yelped into her husband’s mouth during their non-stop kiss, pleasure from Beth’s licking bringing her ever closer. She sucked on his tongue and then he would lick her face. They really were beautiful together. Soon, though, his pace began to speed up and we all knew he’d soon unload on Beth’s tits and throat. Annie was the first, cumming in body-shaking waves as Beth lapped up all Annie would give. That did it for Tom who yelled out that he was going to shoot. Annie lifted her pussy and Beth looked down at him pounding her tits just as the first hot stream bounded from the head of his cock. It left a creamy trail straight as an arrow across her upper chest and hit her on the chin and splattered over her cheek. To my surprise, Beth opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as two more ropes of Tom’s cum shot out. The first went straight into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The second puddle on the tip of her tongue. Beth swallowed all the cum on her tongue and in her mouth, then licked her lips. This was really getting to me. I love to see her eat my cum, but she very seldom does. Now here she was slurping up another man’s load – and the entire thing was getting me off! Tom was spent and rolled off Beth and onto the bed. Annie went to the side nearest the edge and began licking her husband’s load off of Beth’s tits and face. I began driving my steel-hard cock into my wife mercilessly watching her getting cleaned like a kitten. Beth urged me e
“In you or on you?” I asked.
“Cum in Annie’s mouth, baby!” she replied. Annie slid from the bed and onto her knees beside me as Tom said, “Do it, man! Fill my wife to the brim!”
That was it. I yanked my cock from my wife’s pussy as Annie opened her beautiful ruby-red lips. I didn’t need to give it even a single stroke. My first long stream hit her in the back of the throat and arched out of her mouth and across her pretty face. She had the head in her mouth then and the second stream felt like it would never stop. A few more spasms and I, too, was done. Just before I fell to the bed between my wife’s legs Annie made a show of her mouthful then swallowed it all. I lay there with my head between Beth’s boobs as she cleaned Annie’s face in return.
The four of us cuddled in silence for nearly an hour before I had to get up and stoke the fire. That set off the after-sex race to the bathroom, then drinks. After another hour or so our guest retired to their room. sleep came to us both almost immediately. The next morning I woke to my wife giving me head – a first in our marriage. I spun her around and we 69’d to mutual orgasms before getting the day started. Breakfast was as fun as dinner had been. The women walked around all day hand-in-hand not caring who thought what. Tom and I found that we had even more in common and set the foundation for a good friendship. Right now we are planning a spring escape and with luck our new friends will join us.
The appointed day arrived cold and blustery; far colder than usual for this low latitude. Even this worked out well as it encouraged my wife, Beth, to wear my favorite clothes – comfy, yet snug, jeans and a thick ivory cable-knit wool sweater nearly matching my own, and heavy Doc Martin boots. As tall as she stands and with her spectacular boobs filling the sweater it is a very hot look for her without showing any of her well tattooed skin. Her skin and long dark hair and deep brown eyes are shown off to great effect against the ivory color of the thick sweater. Also, when we arrived the cold air prompted the operators of the B&B to inform us that they were well stocked with firewood. Honestly, I think this was out of guilt because they informed us that due to needed repairs to the room we were scheduled to occupy we were being given one of the nearly 200 year old log cabins behind the house proper. They could not have thrilled us any more had they tried! We signed in with a smile and went to our cabin to unpack, freshen up, and wait for supper. That is when we hoped to finally meet our online buddies.
Six o’clock finally arrived and sure enough, there at the table were our expected friends. Tom was about five foot ten, (so I had a couple of inches on him there at least), with short dark hair and a better-than-average and firm body of one who has known many years of hard work. Annie stood perhaps five foot eight inches with a body full of curves. While obviously in good shape, she had enough softness in breast and hips to make both men and women give a double take as she walked by. Her pretty oval face was framed with a mane of thick, very straight, blonde hair and her pale blue eyes sparkled with delight as she took in my wife’s six foot frame, nearly endless legs, and proud 44DDs.
Introductions were made all around and we settled in to a spectacular meal of fine country cooking. Afterwards we went out of the huge wrap-around porch of the ancient house and sat in the provided rocking chairs. Tom had a flask of decent single malt, and the women had what they proclaimed an excellent red wine, while I remained quite happy with a huge steaming mug of hot Mexican chocolate. Tom and I chatted about odds and ends like our work histories, hunting, and fishing. Neither of us could follow what our wives were discussing, yet one thing was plain – they had hit it off very well. After only twenty minutes of talk on rather full, the two had first began with the light touches of fingertips and had moved on to open hand holding. Both were breaking into laughter regularly and while I couldn’t speak for Annie, it was very unusual for my generally reserved wife to laugh so fully and so often. Soon the night turned too cold for even our warm clothing and what little chocolate left in my mug was threatening to freeze. We pointed out our cabin to our new friends and then left them to go to their room for a bit, (as would we), to talk over our meeting and prepare for later… if there was to be a ‘later’.
Beth trotted off to the bathroom as soon as we entered our cabin as I started a much needed fire in the old fireplace. I pride myself in my skill at starting a good fire quickly, yet just as I was finishing my task my bride re-entered the room wearing yet another favorite of mine… cream-colored satin teddy and matching boy shorts. No lace anywhere to scratch the skin. Just satin… as smooth as her own skin. She had taken her long hair out of her usual braid and had brushed her locks to a fine luster. In the firelight there was no sight on Earth to match her. I stood and she walked into my arms meeting me with a passionate kiss. When she pulled away her nipples had hardened, but not from the cold. I wrapped her in my arms and whispered to her how beautiful she was and how much I desired her before asking what she thought of Tom & Annie. Her reply was that she found Tom to be a nice looking man and one that Annie was deeply in love with. I concurred, stating that they did seem to be as well matched as we were in our marriage. With that out of the way I asked about Annie. Beth then spoke in rapid words of how much they had in common beyond their marriages and how sexy Annie looked in her heavy skirts. Then she spoke of Annie’s fine blonde hair and of how light and silky it felt. (When she had had the chance to touch it I could not recall.) With a giggle she wondered if Annie was as blonde and silky below as she was above. I reminded her that if memory served Annie’s pussy was as clean shaven as her own, but Beth said she had asked Annie not to shave again until after they had met. This was also news to me as I thought the only times they had spoken was online and with the respective husbands right there. At any rate, it appeared that as far as my bride was of concerned the rest of the evening was a go. *If* our expected room guest arrived.
About twenty minutes later, arrive they did. Tom was still dressed as he had been, in jeans, a flannel shirt, and cowboy boots. Annie, however, was covered in a long wool coat coming to mid calf, but the floor length skirts were nowhere in sight below the coat’s hem. Only a pair of clear, Lexan “fuck me” pumps graced her well-tended feet.
As Tom shook my hand his wife walked up to my wife and gave her a long, full-body hug. Standing there in the fire light, and even with Annie in that long coat, the two women made one hell of a sight. Erotic enough that Tom and I had completely forgotten our handshake. Moments later we both kind of woke up, realizing that we were still gripping each other’s hand. Without words we took our seats in the two recliners opposite the fireplace from the bed, but still only a few feet away. Meanwhile, our wives had gone from a hug to nibbling of necks and light kisses. Tom looked over at me and quietly said “I think there is going to be a show.” My cock was already aching in my pants and Tom was sporting a fair tent as well. My reply was “Damn! I hope so!” Then we only had eyes for our wives.
My wife had already opened the coat Annie was wearing, but Annie’s back was to us. Beth’s face was buried in that mane of blonde hair, kissing and nibbling on neck and ear. Annie’s head was thrown back, enjoying the sensation, and letting her manicured nails rake lightly over my wife’s ribs and the sides of Beth’s heavy boobs. This went on for what seemed an eternity but was no doubt just seconds. Suddenly Annie broke the clench and took a step back. Then with a half-turn, clearly to share the thrill with us spectators, she shrugged off the coat and let it puddle on the floor. I’m not sure what was sexier… the look in Beth’s eyes as she took in the view or Annie standing there in the black version of the same satin outfit that my wife was wearing. Her golden hair gleamed in the flickering light, her skin flawless, and her 36D breast standing proud against the fabric and her nipples tenting it slightly. The women reached for each other at the same time but this time crushed their bodies together in a passionate kiss. Tongues intertwined as hands explored hair, backs, and asses. With the help of the shoes Annie was closer to Beth’s six foot frame, but she still had to tilt her head far back to meet my lover’s lips. In seconds both women were moaning and making very wet sounds with their mouths as we men squirmed in our chairs.
Annie could wait no longer and slipped the spaghetti straps off of Beth’s shoulders allowing one of her high-nippled breast to come free. She cupped both boobs in her small hands and tweaked the nipples several times before taking the bare one in her mouth. She squeezed hard on the one still covered as she flicked her tongue over the stiff nipple of the other. Then she latched on and sucked hard. Beth’s knees nearly buckled with pleasure. My wife’s hands went to Annie’s head and held her tight to her tit as Annie feasted on that full globe. I heard a slight “zip” to my right and glanced over in time to see Tom freeing his hard tool, its head purple and glossy. Since the ice was broken I figured there was no need to sit there in pain and followed suit. My cock had not been so hard in years! Tom never looked over as he was totally absorbed in the site before us. In a deep, low voice he declared that Beth’s boobs were even better in person as he watched his wife suckle mine. I knew at that moment he truly wished that he was sharing in Annie’s delight. When I looked back to the women it wads in time to see them sit on the bed. They were looking longingly into each other’s eyes as they stripped off their tops. Two stunning sets of breast were on display for each other and for us. As they began a concerted exploration of each other’s bodies I could stand it no more and began to slowly, lightly, stroke my rigid tool and my new friend matched me stroke-for-stroke.
Beth took her turn at sucking Annie’s glorious pink nipples. She went from one to the other several times. Then she would kiss the blonde deeply before going back to sucking. Annie tried at last to get more of Beth’s but my wife pushed her down on the bed, pinning her. Then Beth kissed her forehead, her eyes, cheeks and lips before moving down to her neck, breast, and flat stomach. I watched hungrily as my wife’s tongue dug into Annie’s sensitive navel and then I felt the same near-jealousy that Tom was feeling. Beth sat up, now between her lover’s knees, took hold of the waist of the black boy shorts. Annie obliged by lifting her ass slightly and with one deft movement the offending article of clothing was gone, landing on the arm of Tom’s chair. From where I was sitting it really did look like that Annie was as blonde and silky below as she was on top. Her cunt was framed by nearly straight light blonde hair that looked like spun honey. Tom spoke again, “Here.”, as he handed his wife’s panties to me. I looked down at the fabric that was still heated from her body and couldn’t help noticing that they felt damp. Still stroking my dick and watching my wife slowly lean into the pussy that the cloth had just been covering, I brought the panties to my face and inhaled the sweet musky scent of woman. My balls were full to bursting and to avoid blowing my load right then I handed the panties back to Tom. He laid them over his straining prick before again wrapping his hand around the shaft.
Annie’s back was arched as Beth expertly teased her labia with her tongue. Then Beth began to fuck the other woman with a long finger as she sucked on a stiff little clit. For the next few minute we men sat and watched as my wife worked his into several orgasms with skilled fingers and tongue. Beth’s own thick head of hair often blocked the view but Annie’s contortions were show enough. Still, when Annie’s last orgasm seemed never to stop and Beth’s head rose from the soaking wet pussy of her new lover, we were amazed to see the reason why. Beth’s hand was buried in Annie’s cunt to the wrist! The only sounds that could escape the blonde’s mouth were completely incoherent. My wife looked over to us and watched us stroking ourselves for a moment, timing her thrust with our strokes. Then she said to me, “Honey, get these shorts off of me. My pussy is hurting for her tongue!” I stood, weak-kneed and still rubbing the head of my cock, and stepped over to my wife. I had her panties off in a second. So desperate was my own need that I nearly stuffed my aching prick into her cunt right there. Somehow I didn’t, nor did I touch so much as one of Annie’s toes. This was their time. I did smell of the soaked panties as I stepped back to my chair, then handed them to Tom. Turn about is fair play, after all. The effect on him equaled what the scent of his wife on me. When I turned to sit I found that in the couple of seconds that my back was turned that Beth’s hand was free and that her lover had turned her onto her back and was voraciously lapping at her dripping pussy. Annie seemed possessed as she tongue lashed my wife’s clit. In short order I noted Beth’s ass lift from the bed, a sure sign of a massive orgasm wracking her body. Twice more over the next twenty of so minutes I watched this blonde beauty suck and finger my bride into cumming hard before sliding up on top of Beth’s longer frame and snuggling into those heavenly tits as her own swelled out between their bodies.
There was silence for a few long minutes. Both of us guys had long since stopped our stroking for fear of losing our loads. We both knew just how horny our wives would be for a stiff pounding after a lesbian encounter. We were both looking forward to it. The women, it seemed, had a slightly different plan. They rolled onto their right sides, Beth behind Annie. Beth’s left hand snaked over the smaller blonde and played with the nipple of her nearest tit. Annie spoke first… “Tom, I told Beth what you’ve been wanting. Have you told Mark yet?” Indeed, he had not and I saw a slight red creep into his cheeks. I could easily imagine that he wanted to fuck my wife. Perhaps even a swap. The thought had crossed my mind, too. Still, I wasn’t quite sure I wanted any man’s cum in my wife’s cunt other than my own. From our chats I thought he felt the same about Annie. Tom finally replied, “No. I haven’t.” His eyes locked on his wife’s. Annie looked over at me and said, “Tom has been obsessed with your wife’s tits since he saw the first picture. What he wants most is to fuck her tits while I hold them around his shaft.” I looked from her to my wife. Beth seemed more amused than anything else and said that she wouldn’t mind at all so long as she had my dick deep in her pussy at the same time. My cock gave a lurch and I knew this was going to happen.
In seconds we were both as nude as our wives. It took a tad longer to workout the logistics. Finally, Beth had moved to where her ass was on the edge of the bed. Annie straddled her face before leaning over, taking hold of my cock, (giving it a couple of strokes on the sly), and guided it into Beth’s soaking wet pussy as I held her long legs up high by the ankles. Then she eased back down so Beth could put her tongue to good use. Tom then straddled Beth’s chest, his hard cock laid out on her breastbone. Annie ran her fingernails up and down the length of his dick before engaging him in a deep kiss. The thought of Beth’s pussy juices being shared in that kiss started me off pushing deep into my wife. All out, all in. Slow and steady with a nice hard bump as I bottomed out and my nutsack slapped her ass on every stroke. Annie drooled spit onto Tom’s meat took one big breast in each hand and molded them over her husband’s cock. He began to match my time as we fucked my wife’s tits and cunt together. Annie, it seemed was not being left out. She moaned and yelped into her husband’s mouth during their non-stop kiss, pleasure from Beth’s licking bringing her ever closer. She sucked on his tongue and then he would lick her face. They really were beautiful together. Soon, though, his pace began to speed up and we all knew he’d soon unload on Beth’s tits and throat. Annie was the first, cumming in body-shaking waves as Beth lapped up all Annie would give. That did it for Tom who yelled out that he was going to shoot. Annie lifted her pussy and Beth looked down at him pounding her tits just as the first hot stream bounded from the head of his cock. It left a creamy trail straight as an arrow across her upper chest and hit her on the chin and splattered over her cheek. To my surprise, Beth opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as two more ropes of Tom’s cum shot out. The first went straight into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The second puddle on the tip of her tongue. Beth swallowed all the cum on her tongue and in her mouth, then licked her lips. This was really getting to me. I love to see her eat my cum, but she very seldom does. Now here she was slurping up another man’s load – and the entire thing was getting me off! Tom was spent and rolled off Beth and onto the bed. Annie went to the side nearest the edge and began licking her husband’s load off of Beth’s tits and face. I began driving my steel-hard cock into my wife mercilessly watching her getting cleaned like a kitten. Beth urged me e
“In you or on you?” I asked.
“Cum in Annie’s mouth, baby!” she replied. Annie slid from the bed and onto her knees beside me as Tom said, “Do it, man! Fill my wife to the brim!”
That was it. I yanked my cock from my wife’s pussy as Annie opened her beautiful ruby-red lips. I didn’t need to give it even a single stroke. My first long stream hit her in the back of the throat and arched out of her mouth and across her pretty face. She had the head in her mouth then and the second stream felt like it would never stop. A few more spasms and I, too, was done. Just before I fell to the bed between my wife’s legs Annie made a show of her mouthful then swallowed it all. I lay there with my head between Beth’s boobs as she cleaned Annie’s face in return.
The four of us cuddled in silence for nearly an hour before I had to get up and stoke the fire. That set off the after-sex race to the bathroom, then drinks. After another hour or so our guest retired to their room. sleep came to us both almost immediately. The next morning I woke to my wife giving me head – a first in our marriage. I spun her around and we 69’d to mutual orgasms before getting the day started. Breakfast was as fun as dinner had been. The women walked around all day hand-in-hand not caring who thought what. Tom and I found that we had even more in common and set the foundation for a good friendship. Right now we are planning a spring escape and with luck our new friends will join us.
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