(MF, M+F, mature, swing, cons, reluc?, lt. bond, exhib, oral, anal)
by Art Martin
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted, 2019 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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In 1980, upon completing my Masters degree in Petroleum Engineering, I was ready to make some big bucks in the oil business and get on with my life. Securing a position as a field engineer with a major oil company in their Lafayette, Louisiana office, I was ready put my skills to work. In this office there were several engineers of various stripes; production engineers, like myself, drilling engineers and processing engineers. The age spread was very much like you would expect it, with several older, seasoned veterans mentoring the young turks. My main focus during my initial months of employment was proving myself, not just as someone to do a job, but also as a go-to-guy for innovative approaches to the day-to-day problems of the oil patch. And after thirty some odd years of practical experience, I have become that go-to-guy, but I digress.
Professionally I was doing great and quickly earned the respect and confidence of my older peers as well as my bosses. One thing was lacking though, and that was a meaningful sex life. I had none. This was totally different from graduate school, which is best described as a two-year pussy harvest. College life is so different than real life. In real life, girls worry about their reputations, whereas in college, girls were willing to experiment, experiment, experiment.
Oh, I scored a few one nighters here and there that first year, but not with anyone I was interested in. In fact, I contracted a case of the clap from a lounge lizard of mixed heritage, but fortunately, that was easily cleared up with antibiotics. This was before genital herpes was a widespread and long before HIV made it into the United States. Just about anything caught from an infected snatch could be cleared up very easily with a shot… Ah, the wonders of antibiotics before resistive bacterial strains appeared! In the late-seventies and early eighties, the only real worry was knocking up some girl, and that wasn't too much of a worry because nearly all the cunts were on the pill. It was a time when bare-back fucking was the norm and pussies were regularly filled to the brim with sperm. Condom use was almost unheard of.
My dry spell ended abruptly when I got a call from Sandy, my first cousin. I was a few years older, but we grew up together. Naturally we saw each other occasionally, and she lived in town. Sandy had a good buddy, a sorority sister, who was in town for a few days. Her friend, Kelly, was staying with her and I was invited over to fill out a dinner party. The dinner party turned out to be just four of us; my cuz, her boyfriend du joir, Kelly and myself.
Kelly and I hit it off right away. She was a very pretty girl, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a smile that was infectious. Petite at five foot three, Kelly had a very nice, shapely body that was most pleasing to the male eye. For a small girl, she had great tits and very nice ass. To say that Kelly was fuckable would be an understatement.
I had found a jewel and one that I instantly coveted. Problem was that she lived in Austin, Texas where she was working towards a master's degree at the University of Texas. It was the end of her Christmas break and she had to report back to school in a very few days. No matter, but I had to work quickly.
After dinner, it was evident that cuz and her BF had no use for company. Hell, the guy was successfully working on getting Sandy naked, so I figured they would want some alone time. "How about if we disappear for a while?" I asked Kelly. She giggled, delighted that her friend was about to be fucked, and readily agreed.
Once outside and in my trusty fire-engine red 260Z, I asked what she might like to do. "What do you have in mind?" she countered.
"Well, we could bar hop, or we could go to my apartment."
"I have to drive to Austin in the morning," she replied, "and I think I've had enough to drink tonight."
"My place?" I boldly suggested.
"Sure."
Ten minutes later, we entered my sparsely furnished digs. I put on some music, brewed up some decaf coffee and proceeded to lay on the charm. Never did drink any of that coffee. From the first contact of our lips, I knew I was hooked on this lady. She was not only cute and very good looking, she was bright, very intelligent and best of all, receptive to my advances. It didn't take too long before I was certain that my cousin wasn't the only female that was going get some dick that night. We quickly went from spit swapping to having her naked and in my bed.
I applied my cardinal rule for making love to a girl that I wanted to see again and again; I went out of my way to ensure that she had a first class orgasm before I ever pushed my dick into her. I orally pleasured her precious cunt until she was begging me to enter her. That first screw was way too quick, but then again the only steady action I'd had lately was with my hand. She sprung into action and went down on me. That surprised me because most girls would blanch at prospect of taking a dripping cock, fresh from her snatch, into her mouth. Kelly didn't seem to mind; indeed I would come to learn that she relished it.
All through the night we screwed and we screwed. If we weren't screwing we were either engaged in oral sex or were passed out for the moment. It was a night of slex, that is sex, sleep, sex, sleep, sex, sleep, and more sex. By the morning I was incapable of ejaculating, as I was totally drained; still she sucked me to another erection and we went at it again. All too soon, I had to go to work and Kelly had to go to Austin.
It wasn't until later that night, alone in my apartment, that I realized just how smitten I was with Kelly. I couldn't just let it be a one night stand. I had to see her again, even if Austin was a good 8 hour drive, and I had to see her sooner, rather than later. The plan was simple; on Friday afternoon, I'd sneak off a little early, drive to Austin, spend the weekend and then drive back Sunday night, arriving back no later than just before work.
Of course even simple plans have complications. First, we had been so busy screwing up until the very last minute that I neglected to get Kelly's phone number. Call directory assistance? What was that last name again? Fuck, I couldn't remember. Ah, I'll just call cuz… This was before the invention of the answering machine and Sandy was apparently a very busy woman at night. It took me more than a week to get the info I needed.
Then there were new complications. I had a well nearing completion and I needed to be available to run the casing job at a moment's notice. Naturally the job came up over the weekend. The following weekend I had to report to my Guard unit for weekend drill.
By the time I was headed to Austin, it had been a month since I'd seen Kelly. The drive was uneventful, just long and tedious. I didn't get away as early as I had hoped either. Early Friday afternoon, just as I was about to sneak off, some clown just had to discuss something that could have waited until Monday. The ensuing pow-wow with the big wigs was concluded with the decision to talk about this again on Monday. By that time it was late Friday afternoon. I made no pretenses about bailing out and got after it. I cut the eight hour drive to seven hours, despite collecting a ticket from a friendly Texas State Trooper.
It was eleven o'clock at night when I pulled up to the address Kelly had given me. Much to my surprise, a gangly bearded man answered the door.
"Uh, is Kelly here?"
He looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Kelly? Kelly who?"
"Well, I, uh…"
"Just messing with you, man!" he said with a laugh. "Come on in!
"Gary, isn't it? Kelly's been telling us all about you."
The guy turned out to her landlord, Mike Thomas. Mike's wife, Sheila, along with Kelly, were both grad students working towards a Masters in the same department. Mike was an instructor/ professional graduate student working on his PhD in whatever. Kelly rented a room from Mike and Sheila and shared a good portion of the house.
After quick introductions and some polite talk, Kelly and I retired to her bedroom for another night of slex. Actually it was more like an entire weekend of slex. We seldom ventured forth from her room, and then only to grab something to eat before getting after it again. The Thomas' let us be and didn't interfere with our trysts. I could not get enough of this delightful creature and she felt the same way towards me. Sunday night, my balls aching from overuse, I headed back to Louisiana, taking the full eight hours that was required even pushing the speed limit, arriving back at my apartment somewhere around 3 AM. I wasn't worth a damn the next day, that's for sure, but hey… I had had a great time.
Later that week, I was hanging out with my buddy, Jeff Jergens and his wife, Judy. I hung out at their place quite a bit. Jeff and I worked together, had similar outside interests and had become good friends. Judy was a doll, and treated me to meals on a regular basis. I wasn't the only one there. Another young married couple, Steve and Katy Kline were there too. Steve too was an engineer with our firm, except that he was a processing engineer whose job it was to optimize the gas-liquids stripping plants to extract as much liquids from the gas stream (think propane, butane, etc.) before sending the natural gas off into the interstate system to heat homes in the northeast. Besides all working for the same company and all being engineers, we shared a love for toting up on the weekends. Jeff had connections, so we always had smoke.
I had been out in the field most of the week and wasn't aware that we had new hire who had just started. Jeff announced that he had met Dan Lane and that Dan was a drilling engineer attached to the offshore division. I didn't think too much about it, except that Dan and his wife, Carol showed up for dinner too.
Dan was a goofy looking guy, but he was downright friendly. You couldn't help but like him. His wife Carol was shy and retiring and seemed very uncomfortable. I guess she figured that we all thought that she was ugly, because in a way, she was. Frizzy hair and her small eyes were set too close together, she looked something like Little Orphan Annie with pinpoint eyes. The rest of her was okay (actually more than okay), but the eyes and hair was all I saw.
Over the next several weeks, we got to know Dan and Carol, as they had become members of our "sewing club"; three married couples and one stray bachelor. Certainly didn't do much to relieve my insatiable quest for pussy. Still, I hung out with these guys more and more, and by and by I got to know Dan and Carol pretty well. By then I had gotten over the afro-hairdo and beady eyes and got to know Carol for some of her other qualities… tits like you wouldn't believe! Good god, that girl had a rack! The rest of the body wasn't bad either. She was a classic case and I'm sure she'd heard the bag-over-her-head jokes too many times to consider it joking in the least.
By now late spring had bloomed and I was off to Austin for another weekend. Saturday morning after a night of slex, Kelly and I emerged from our lust den. Mike and Shelia were having their coffee when we made our appearance.
"Gary, you're gonna have to buy me a new mattress set if you two keep it up. Squeak, squeak, squeak… all night and all day. Good god, man! If you don't wear out the mattress, you're gonna wear out Kelly."
Shelia swatted him with the newspaper and admonished, "Mike! Don't say such a thing!"
"I'm only looking out for my property," he commented. "The mattress set that is," he added with a smirk.
If Kelly was embarrassed, she didn't show it. Still, the point was well taken that we needed to cool it, just a little and be at least minimally sociable. We spent the morning sitting around the kitchen table, drinking coffee and getting to know one another. Mike asked me if I'd be interested in going out to the lake and swimming later on. I begged off that I didn't bring any swim trunks. "No problem, you can borrow one of mine," he offered generously. Kelly thought that it was a good idea too and so plans were made to head out after lunch. That gave me just enough time to stress out Kelly's mattress set one more time.
Sheila fixed a simple lunch and then we were off to Lake Travis. As we headed into the hill country west of Austin, I gained a little appreciation just how beautiful some parts of Texas are. It wasn't too long of a drive before we were there. We parked and headed down to the secluded cove. To my surprise, everyone down there was naked, women, men and children, frolicking about in the cool clear water in the buff.
"Welcome to Hippie Hollow," Mike intoned with a grin. Seconds later, he and Sheila both had stripped bare. I looked over at Kelly to gauge her reaction. She smiled mischievously and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Jesus, I was in the midst of a bunch of nudists!
I looked about for the cops, but there weren't any. Nor was anyone concerned that they might appear. As Kelly dropped her shorts I asked, "What about the cops?"
"They don't care, silly," she laughed. "It's okay. C'mon, the water's fine."
Adopting the ancient adage of "When in Rome…" I stripped down too.
I'd never been to a nudist resort, so this was my first with nudism as an adult. But this wasn't some private resort, it was a public park where nudity was permissible. Got to love Texas!
With both Shelia and Kelly displaying their wares, naturally I had a huge boner that wouldn't quit. Kelly teased me about it and scolded me on how bad my etiquette was. Shelia just made some remarks that could have been taken any number of ways.
I made it into the water. It was a very warm day, but it was still early spring and the water was breathtakingly cold. That did it for the erection. After a minute I was no bigger than the little boys who were there. The water really was too damned cold to endure for very long, and most of the afternoon I spent sitting on the rocks with the rest of the hedonists. Kelly was by far the most attractive female there and Sheila was the second. Most of the women had hairy legs and hair under their arm pits in true hippie fashion. Kelly and Sheila were traditionalists in their appearance and I was thankful for that. Still, there were some amazing pairs of boobs on display, not to mention some great ass.
As the sun faded, we made it back to where we had left our clothes, got dressed and then headed back into town for some great bar-be-que and boot'n-scoot country-rock music. We got back to the house fairly early, before ten o'clock. Almost immediately Mike broke out his bong. He took a hit and offered it to me. I had indulged more than just a time or two in the past and figured that I should be a good guest and eagerly accepted. I passed it to Sheila who passed it to Kelly. Soon we all had a mellow buzz and were all naked again, laughing it up and listening to Pink Floyd. Next thing I knew, Mike and Sheila were shagging on the rug while Kelly and I watched. Soon we had joined them in the old in-and-out.
I woke up the next morning in the king sized bed of the master bedroom with three other people. I screwed Kelly and that woke Mike up. He mounted his wife. Except for coffee and yogurt, that went on all morning and most of the afternoon. Just before I had to get dressed and head back to Louisiana, Mike mounted Kelly and had a go with her.
Before that, somehow it hadn't occurred to me that Kelly was the third spoke in a mélange de trios. It certainly gave me something to think about on the long ride home that night. His comment at the breakfast table Saturday morning about, "Looking after my property," took on a whole new meaning. Shit, how did I fit in?
By the time I arrived home, I accepted things for what they were. Mike had two wives and I had none. It occurred to me that since he was willing to share one with me, perhaps he'd be willing to share the other one too. It was something to consider.
A few weeks later it was summer and already quite warm. We had a three-day weekend and the Lafayette group decided that a camping/fishing trip to my father's property on the Toledo Bend reservoir was in order. The spring semester at UT was finished and I called Kelly to invite her, Mike and Sheila to join us. Mike and Shelia declined citing pressing dissertation issues, but Kelly was very enthusiastic about it.
The previous fall, the Jergens (Jeff and Judy) and the Klines (Steve and Katy) had gone with me one weekend to the lake property. We had a great time and everyone loved it. My dad and his brothers had bought the property years ago, before the reservoir was proposed. It was pure land speculation, as it was at the time, in the middle of nowhere. As it turned out, two-thirds of the land was inundated. Dad had the foresight to clear cut the trees that were to be drowned prior to the condemnation hearings. When the dam was built, the reservoir filled so fast that most of trees that should have been harvested were drowned instead. This in turn created a fishing paradise, but also made for some serious water hazards to the unwary boater.
What was left of the original 80 acres was now about 30 acres of prime shoreline property. The two coves were free of trees and made for excellent swimming holes. The key land was a point of land that extended out into the water. On the south side, the property line went more or less down the creek bed. As a result, the opposite shore of the cove was owned by someone else and had a lake house on it. To the north of the point, however, Dad's property included both sides of the cove, making it the perfect private swimming hole. Of course fishermen ventured into the cove in their boats in search of bass, but other than that it was private.
The weekend before, I had to make a quick trip to borrow my dad's bass boat and his truck to tow it with, leaving with him my 260Z so he could get to work. Jeff Jergens had bought a boat and so we had two boats at our disposal for fishing. From Lafayette we caravanned to the lake.
Dad had made a nice sized clearing out on the point where he was planning to build a lake house. It was perfect for tent camping even thought there were absolutely no facilities whatsoever. Take a leak, step into the woods; take a dump, be sure to bury it; need a bath, go swimming; need drinking water, bring it with you; and above all else, bring plenty of beer.
I was worried that Kelly might not be able to find the place, but she was there before we got there. We pitched camp and set about drinking beer and cooking dinner on an open fire. Trouble was, it wasn't just warm, it was unseasonably hot for early June; hot and humid. It felt more like mid-August with the temperature flirting with the 100 degree mark. Of course when this happens, the air is also absolutely still, oppressively still.
By the time we had dinner ready, it was pitch dark. Everyone was sweaty and grimy to the extreme. We were also already halfway through our weekend allotment of beer. Jeff Jergens, who was an instigator at heart, suggested that we all go skinny dipping. I think it surprised him when Kelly and I both said that it was a good idea and headed down to the swimming area.
The waning moon hadn't risen yet, so it was black as black. I sat down the cooler with more beer and stripped. Kelly had done the same. I can't describe how good that cool water felt. I shouted up to the group that the water was fine and to join us. There was a lot of chattering going on up there, but soon I saw a flashlight leading the way down the hill. It was Jeff and Judy. Jeff doused the light, and soon they were in the water too.
Next came Dan and Carol. To my surprise, Carol didn't bother to turn off her flashlight and gave us a little show. Steve and Katy waited for a while, enduring taunts from the six of us in the water already. It was only after Katy was reassured that it was so dark that no one could see anything, that they made their way down from the campsite. With Katy still protesting, Steve coaxed his wife into getting naked and into the water.
It wasn't but ten minutes later that the moon rose. Suddenly it was like daylight. You could read a book by the moon light.
Kelly could have cared less who saw her and was careless about the water covering her, displaying her wonderful titties to all who cared to ogle her. Jeff asked her to show her tits. She rose from the water and gave him a good look, even squeezing them together to make look bigger. This emboldened Jeff's wife to do the same. Soon Carol was displaying herself too. Did I mention that Carol had a dynamite body? She may not have had the prettiest face, but from the neck down, that girl was a 10. Breathtaking! Of course it was all in good innocent fun.
Someone asked Katy to show her tits and she practically broke down and cried. I felt sorry for the scandalized girl and suggested to Steve that he get his wife a t-shirt.
Beer, moonlight and naked women does something to a man. Being stoned didn't hurt either. Kelly was feeling the same way so we excused ourselves for a few moments and went up on the bank. In the moonlight, the brush seemed to give us sufficient camouflage, as I could only barely make out the figures in the water. I got her on her knees and entered her from behind.
The slap, slap, slap of my groin impacting her wet buttocks rang out loud and clear across the water. I heard Jeff exclaim, "Listen… Gary's fucking her!" After that it was nothing but catcalls and crude comments while we rutted.
I rode her high on her back, so that my cock drove into her g-spot on each and every thrust, a technique I knew would get her going, and get her going it did. To the staccato of our mating, she howled in lustful delight, uncaring who heard her. That just got the drunken bathers going even more. I shot off in her and then we returned to the water.
Jeff, who always rose to a challenge, dragged Judy out of the water, up onto the bank and into the bushes without protest. I was amused at how the sound of fucking carried across the water. It was like they were doing it right in front of you. Even though they were obscured somewhat, Jeff didn't get sufficient cover for concealment, so they were in fact doing it in front of us. Dan and Carol were next, but they were more circumspect about it than either Jeff or I were.
As mortified as Katy was by now, Steve wanted a go with her, but she steadfastly refused and they got into an argument. I tried to cool things off by telling Steve that he shouldn't make his wife do anything she didn't feel comfortable with. Steve was miffed by my interjection, but Katy came up to me later and thanked me. I think that was after Kelly and I had our second trip up to the shore for carnal amusement.
After the second round, we sent Dan off to get more beer. Jeff became emboldened and fucked his wife out in the open at the shore edge, the JJs proving that they harbored an exhibitionist streak. Kelly and I did the same, except that Kelly gave me a public blowjob first. I made sure that everyone who cared to look could see exactly what we were doing. Dan and Carol weren't that bold and opted for going off into the woods again. It was good clean fun. No one tried to jump the bones of anyone else's female, nor do anything stupid that would ignite jealous feelings. We just sat in the water, barely deep enough to cover the groin, drank beer, smoked weed, fucked every now and then and generally raised hell until the wee hours. Along the way, even Steve got Katy off in the bushes for a screw. When they came back, Katy had lost some of her inhibitions as well as her t-shirt… Girl had nothing to be ashamed of.
We all slept late the next morning, sleeping until the heat was unbearable in the tents. Everyone stirred about the same time and modesty was restored all around. We were down to our last breakfast beers and being slightly hung over, no one was interested in cooking breakfast over an open fire. We opted to take the two boats to the marina, restock our beer supply and get breakfast in the cantina.
Dan and Carol rode with Kelly and me, while Steve and Katy rode in Jergens' boat. Kelly peeled off her t-shirt to her bikini as soon as she was in the boat. Carol followed suit. Good god! The suit Carol wore was a scandalously skimpy string number. Thongs weren't in at the time, but the Brazilian backside showed a generous portion of her buttocks, and the top… it barely contained the bulging orbs of her incredible tits. She saw me staring with my tongue practically hanging out, and arched her back to make her hooters all the more prominent. Looking up, I noticed the mischievous smile, but more than that there was just something different about her. It was her hair. Instead of being a frizzed out afro-abomination, her hair was simply curly and disheveled. Without the poofed out hair, her eyes didn't seem to be as closely spaced as before. Hell, she wasn't half-bad looking after all!
With everyone seated and with a life vest on (there were just too damned many submerged stumps to take any chances) we headed out to the marina. Neither Kelly nor Carol bothered to cover up at all when we got there and let me tell you, those two got some looks. The proprietor/waiter/cook must've brought us coffee every two minutes. He and his customers certainly enjoyed the show. Kelly was more or less oblivious of his ogling, but Carol took note and never failed to jut her tits whenever he was near. After he had served us, he disappeared into the storeroom (perhaps to jerk off).
Resupplied with beer and ice and with our hunger curbed, we headed back to camp. Someone suggested that we actually go fishing. It was way too late to fish for bass, and it was too early in the season for big brim, so I suggested we go jigging by the drowned trees for Sac-au-Lait (white bass).
The Sac-au-Lait weren't interested at high noon either, and as it was getting hot, we opted to go back to camp and do a little swimming. That wasn't me or any of the guys suggesting that, it was Carol.
Once we returned to shore, we docked the boats in the swimming cove. Carol stood and striped off her bikini. Dan exclaimed, "Carol!"
"It's kind of muddy and I don't want to mess up my new bikini," she replied as if she was afraid it might get it wet.
Oh, my god, in the black and white of moonlight she was magnificent, but to see her in full color in all her glory was simply breathtaking. Of course we weren't drunk like we were the night before and suddenly we all appreciated her finer qualities. Carol had an hour glass figure in the extreme and was all curves, with a body that was firm and toned, yet she didn't appear muscular in anyway. Her tits were a slight to behold, 38D's that defied gravity, but it was her nipples that captivated me at the moment; not too dark and not too light, they were a shade of light brown that was most pleasing. Her areoles were generous, but not too large; nearly perfectly smooth, they were capped by long nipples that seemed to be permanently erect. Those tits simply begged for a sucking.
As scarred as her face was from a bad case of acne in high school, her body didn't have a single blemish, mole or freckle. Of course she had tan lines from sunbathing at her apartment, but other than that, the skin covering her body was nearly flawless. When she moved about, neither her tits nor her ass jiggled, as there wasn't an ounce of excess fat on this girl. She was so firm that I remember thinking that she could probably crack walnuts with her ass cheeks. Un-fucking believable body! For the rest of the weekend, all the guys, except her husband, had permanent hard-ons whenever we were around her.
Naturally, Jeff hooted his approval of Carol's brazenness and shouted, "Let's get naked!"
Soon we were all in the cool water with only Katy and Judy modestly retaining a t-shirt. Jeff wouldn't have any of that and wrestled the shirt off his wife and then dragged her up on shore. The big guy towered over little Judy, holding her arms behind her back, so that everybody could see her, her jutting pink tipped tits and her cute blonde muff. After that nudity at all times was norm for the camp, even Katy broke down later that afternoon (amazing what massive quantities of smoke and beer can do to inhibitions) and joined in with the rest of us. What a great campout!
Whereas everyone became comfortable being nude and were very casual about it, Carol seemed to thrive on it. She was constantly drawing attention to her assets with an arch of her shoulders or an "innocent" backward thrust of the hips whenever a guy was looking her way. It took considerable restraint not to attempt to lure her off into the bushes.
There was also a casual and open approach to sex. After the first night, it didn't take much coaxing for everyone to put on a show for the rest of us, everyone except Steve and Katy that is. They watched, but didn't participate, preferring to be more discrete in their love making.
One thing I noticed while watching Carol and Dan screw, was that Dan never seemed to take his time and make it enjoyable for Carol. He fucked her and that was about it. Jeff and I on the other hand went out of our way to bring our girls off and get down as nasty as we could. Before the campout, I wasn't at all certain how Kelly felt about anal sex, but after giving her bunghole a good tonguing; she let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted my cock up her butt.
I think that shocked Katy the most, seeing me slobbering all over and then drilling Kelly's asshole with abandon, because she and Steve disappeared for a long time and it wasn't for sex. We all overheard Katy up at the campsite, crying and telling Steve just how gross his friends were and what animals we were. Soon thereafter, they packed up and left.
I think we all felt badly for Steve and Katy. Their weekend was ruined and we all had a part in that. Even Kelly felt badly and she really didn't know them, but to the rest of us, they were good friends and good company, both at work and after hours. As badly as we all felt, it did nothing to dampen our hedonist party. Except for beer and ice runs to the marina, we all remained minimally dressed (make that totally bare) and for the most part remained lounging about in the water as that was the only way to beat the heat, venturing on land only for beer, smoke, munchies and to openly rut with our partners.
Dan had brought a portable cassette player and while the batteries lasted we had music. Kelly was the first to get onshore and dance for everyone. Judy followed suit and did her did share of tit shaking and booty thrusting. But it was Carol who was the show stopper. She put on a tape… Mediterranean bump and grind music. Her belly dance… we all were in awe. She didn't have finger cymbals or anything to jingle, but good god, could she move! Effortlessly she shook her hips side to side, moving so quickly as to be a blur, and all the while the rest of her hardly moved at all, that is unless she wanted it to move. By the second tune, Jeff and I both had our tongues hanging out. Dan, he just beamed, relishing the fact that other men coveted what he had.
As the weekend wore on, it became more and more apparent that Carol was closet exhibitionist who had been freed of her shackles. She positively loved being ogled by Jeff and me. Her husband, Dan, seemed to thrive on showing her off, and repeatedly asked her to dance for us. Like I said, neither of them was particularly good looking in their street clothes, but from the neck down, Carol was an absolute 10.
By and by, Jeff the instigator, egged Carol on. Even Dan was stunned when she masturbated for us. It was evident to everyone, everyone but Dan, that this woman was begging to be fucked the way Judy and Kelly were being fucked, but Dan never really caught on. He'd do her, but it was quick and perfunctory, leaving it up to Carol to get herself off while the rest of us watched.
Trying to be good friends, Jeff and I talked to Dan about it, giving him suggestions like eating her out until she screamed, fucking her butt and general suggestions on his thrusting techniques. We were careful not emasculate him or make him feel inadequate, we just wanted him to do them both a favor and really satisfy Carol. He simply never got it.
Girls talk too and Carol said plenty to Kelly and Judy. But unlike us guys, they came up with a plan to fix the problem. I wasn't at all surprised at Kelly's support for the proposition, but both Jeff and I were stunned when Judy suggested that Jeff and I take Carol off and giving her a real fucking. I chalked it to too much beer and smoke, but Judy was serious. Of course there was a problem… Dan. Judy had a solution for that too. She would have Dan take her and Kelly in their boat to the marina for supplies, leaving us to service Carol.
Jeff dumbly asked if Carol would actually go along with such an arrangement. "Of course she will, you dummy," his wife scolded. "She's very excited about it."
"What about you?" Jeff asked not believing his wife was encouraging him to have sex with another woman.
"You're not going to run off with her. You're just going to fuck her brains out," his wife replied.
"Holy shit," exclaimed Jeff, "you're actually serious about this!"
"I am," retorted Judy as she thrust out her naked tits. "That girl really needs it, and you're going to give it to her!"
"Okay, baby. If that's what you want, as always, you'll get what you want. But you need to lay off of me for while. My nuts are drained."
"You don't need your nuts. You just need to get it up and keep it up." Judy reached out and took her husband's limp cock in her hand. "And I know you can do that."
We refined the plan somewhat. Jeff and I went back up to camp and started a cooking fire. Kelly meanwhile approached Dan to take her to the marina to get supplies, explaining that Judy and Carol would be getting dinner ready. But there was a problem… Dan wanted to bring his wife with him. Kelly improvised and suggested that what she really wanted to do was to get him off alone and give him a blowjob, complaining that my dick was really too big for her! Judy then announced that she and Carol would be getting supper ready and that we really needed the supplies (ice and more beer mainly, plus a few odds and ends and fresh batteries for the tape player). A little squeeze of Dan's dick sealed the deal, and he and Kelly set off in my dad's boat.
As soon as the boat cleared the cove, Jeff and I had Carol up onto the little beach. Judy excused herself and went to get dinner ready.
With Carol sitting between Jeff and me, I asked her, "Are you really ready for this?"
"Oh, god, yes," Carol whispered as she lay back on a blanket in the sandy loam, stretching her arms above her head and spreading her legs open. She definitely wanted to fuck.
Both Jeff and I grabbed a tit and began laving over it. Carol hissed, "Yessssss!" as she thrust her tits up into our mouths.
After a few minutes, I straddled her head, letting my semi-erect dick droop onto her lips, lips which immediately slurped up the head into her mouth. I was facing her feet, resting my nut sack on her forehead, and suggested to Jeff that he eat her out.
Jeff, hesitated, no doubt reflecting on the fact that Dan had cum in her pussy at least three times today.
"Go on," I prodded. "She's clean." Jeff was still unsure, but gamely moved down between her legs.
By now I could have driven nails with my dick and was testing to see how much dick she could take orally. "Go on, Jeff, get her screaming and then we'll fuck the hell out of her," I urged.
"You get sloppy seconds," he countered.
"Fine by me," I replied.
Having secured rights to the first screw, Jeff, using his thumbs, separated her soft hair-fringed vaginal lips and gazed at his prize. He looked up and grinned at me. Then he bent down and went after her pussy like a starving man who had been given a porterhouse steak without utensils. Carol squealed around my cock as Jeff attacked her.
I had a front row seat to the show and now had both magnificent tits all to myself as well.
I pushed and pushed, but wasn't able to get much more than half my cock into her mouth at one time. I turned around, sacrificing my view of Jeff cunnilingus skills. I reached down and held her behind the neck and lifted upwards. Her head rotated back and she gagged as I pushed my cock down into her throat. The feeling of her throat contracting around my prong was exquisite. Nevertheless I knew she couldn't breathe and withdrew from her throat and allowed her to catch a breath, then I pushed into her again. Once again she gagged, but my cock slid past the throaty barrier and down into her esophagus. Again and again, I pulled back, let her breathe and then pushed back into her throat, each time it became easier and easier as her gag reflex diminished. Letting go of her neck, I spun back around and I returned my hands to her firm tits. I was pleased that she didn't lower her head and instead she accommodated my throat-fucking.
With her mouth and throat being ravished, her tits being mauled and her pussy being sucked, it didn't take too long before her tummy muscles began to undulate. Jeff repeatedly shoved his pleasure-giving tongue deeper into her increasingly convulsing genitals. Even with my dick crammed down her throat she screamed. It was a muffled scream of course, but she screamed nonetheless. She had never screamed with Dan, only when she had diddled herself to completion, but now she was screaming out her pleasure.
Jeff suddenly pulled off her cunt and moved up into the slot. With a hard jab, he entered her. Almost immediately, she was screaming around my dick again, her tummy was going wild and her hips were moving to met Jeff's thrusts. He pumped her hard from the get go and she loved it!
From all the screwing we had been doing throughout the day, Jeff and I both were severely depleted in the available cum department; it would have taken divine intervention for us either of us to ejaculate. That was a good thing because this was all about screwing Carol's brains out and the two of us were up for the task. Nonetheless, I was ready to explore her pussy with my cock and suggested to Jeff that we switch off.
Quickly we made the switch. The mouth of her pussy stretched into a big oval and wrapped snugly around my cock as my cock sank into her wonderful cuntal tube, her vaginal muscles rippling along my hard shaft.
I marveled at how tight the woman was, savoring the sheer skin to skin contact my organ had with the walls of the tightly stretched vagina. Of course I knew the reason; I was bigger than either Dan or Jeff. I've always known I had a Class A cock, but never made much to do about it. I suppose I had Jeff by nearly a half inch in girth and Dan by twice that amount. I was also proportionally longer in length. Still, Dan wasn't handicapped and that wasn't a valid excuse for him to never give Carol what she needed or deserved. I've known other guys who weren't porn-star endowed, and they managed to use what they had to good effect. For some reason, Dan just didn't get it.
I took my time, slowly sluicing in and out, savoring the snugness of her volcanic cunt. I was loving it. While I ravished her, her hot pussy rippled in a continuous orgasm and her head shook back and forth, making it difficult for Jeff to keep his cock in her mouth. Her ankles were locked behind my butt and she pulled me into her. I could tell that she wanted more, a little harder, a little faster, but it is best to take these things in deliberately measured steps. Over the next hour, she would be getting the screwing of her life and there was simply no justification for rushing it. Besides, the friction on her clitoris and the smoothly-stretched walls of her cunt were steadily sending hot tingles and jolts up into her belly.
Jeff and I switched off again, and again he pounded her mercilessly. Repeatedly his groin slapped with a dull wet smacking sound against her sopping cunt mouth and groin, as his prick slid back and forth within her. She pumped her ass up and down, his cock jabbing up inside her with each down stroke.
I looked up and past Jeff's pumping buttocks. There, not more than fifteen feet offshore were two fishermen, silently trolling along the shoreline until they stumbled across our threesome fornicating at the water's edge. Not knowing what else to do, I waved to the two stunned men. In return they gawked at the special exhibition being provided. They had every right to be where they were and I couldn't just tell them to beat it (no pun intended), so after letting them watch for a few minutes, I gestured with my hands that they had seen enough. The guy in the front waved and then activated his electric trolling motor, moved deeper into the cove and resumed casting for bass.
We switched again and I took the opportunity to inform Jeff that we had been observed. He glanced in their direction and laughed as he put his wet cock to Carol's eager lips. This time I thudded into her cervix with a single stroke, slowly withdrew and the lanced deep into her pussy. Carol grunted with each punishing stroke, loving every moment of it. Grinding into her, I pushed her over the edge again and sent her into an orgasmic frenzy.
"Oppphhh!" she grunted and began to trash about.
"Holy Toledo!" cried Mike as she gobbled his dick with an urgency.
I only fucked into her like that for maybe ten strokes, but she was delirious with fuck lust. I pulled out and got her up on her hands and knees. At the same moment, two dicks thrust into her to the hilt, one from each end. I began slamming into her, my groin smacking into her butt with a loud slapping sound.
Jeff nodded his head for me to look behind while saying, "They're back." Then he waved in a friendly manner.
"You boys need any help?" I heard from over my shoulders.
"No, we've got it under control," Jeff responded.
"We'd be glad to help."
"No, this cunt's ours," Jeff replied.
"We'll give you all of our fish."
"We have plenty of our own," Jeff rejoined. Actually we hadn't caught a single damned fish the entire "fishing" trip and as good as fresh bass is, I was sorely tempted to open up negotiations. Instead, Jeff suggested that we switch places. But as soon as my cock was out of her puss, Jeff made her stand up and turned her to face the two older men who were just a few feet offshore.
Reaching around her body from the back her cupped her magnificent tits and asked, "You ever seen tits this good?" Even the two bawdy voyeurs were too taken aback to comment.
He released her, slapped her ass and told her, "Dance, baby, dance for the nice men." There wasn't any music, but Carol began dancing anyway, shimming her hips at an incredible speed and putting on show for the two middle aged gents who hooted their heartfelt approval.
Hearing the voices coming from the water, Judy came down to investigate. Seeing what was going on, she exclaimed, "Oh, my God! Jeff… Gary… Jesus! You two, come up here immediately! You too, Carol! Jeff… NOW!"
If the two fishermen hadn't been blown away by now, they certainly looked shocked when Jeff said, "We gotta go. My wife's calling."
Then he took Carol by the arm and pulled her up into the woods and up the hill with him, leaving me naked on the shore. I really didn't want to start a conversation with those two, besides, they were pretty much speechless, so I too beat a hasty retreat back to the campsite.
Even before I made it to camp, I could hear Jeff and Carol both roaring in laughter as they tried to retell their ‘fishing" story to Judy. I must admit, it was rather funny in a shocking way. When the mirth died down to a manageable level, I was about to lean Carol up against a tree when I heard the sound of an outboard bass boat pulling into our "private" cove. Through a slight break in the tree cover, I could see that it was Dan and Kelly returning from the supply run. Fuck time with Carol was over, for the moment.
There were some interesting interpersonal dynamics after Dan and Kelly had returned. Kelly looked her normal self, but Dan couldn't look me in the eye. Carol was positively exuberant and the girls chatted it up between themselves in secret girl-talk while we men got down to the important business of refilling the ice chests with beer and loading the bong.
Judy had a supper of beef stew ready and as soon as we were all settled in, we all ate like we hadn't eaten in days. Amazing what a relaxing day of fishing, swimming and fresh air will do for an appetite.
It was amusing to see how Dan averted his eyes away from me and I deduced that Kelly did give him a blowjob on the trip to the marina. On the flip side, I had fucked his wife, along with Jeff, while two complete strangers watched us from a few feet away. I leaned over and whispered to Kelly, "Did you give him a blowjob?"
She cut a glance at me and with a playful smile responded, "Maybe… maybe not." What in the hell did that mean? Either she did or she didn't and after what I did with Dan's wife, I could hardly have gotten upset with what he might have done with my girlfriend. It's not like I didn't know she had sex regularly with another man… and woman. I had accepted that, so I'd sure accept her part in diverting Dan's attention from his needy wife.
It wasn't until later that night, in the moon light skinny dipping, that I learned the truth. Jeff came up to me and said, "Did she do it?"
"Who? Do what?"
"Kelly… Dan. Did she blow him?"
"Maybe."
"You mind if she blew me?"
"I don't know if she blew Dan or not," I retorted.
"Dan told me that she did."
"Okay, maybe she did."
"Then you wouldn't mind?"
"You and Kelly? How about me and Judy?"
"She's my wife!"
"Kelly's my girl."
"But you let her…"
"Look, Kelly did what she did so that you and I could do what we did with Carol."
Jeff let the matter drop. There was no more kinky sex that trip, just the usual, and late the next morning we broke camp and headed back to Lafayette. Kelly didn't go back to Austin right away, but followed me back to Lafayette where she stayed with me the rest of the week.
Back in Lafayette, we all naturally reconvened at Jeff and Judy's one evening. As the evening wore on, the clothes came off and we all screwed while the others watched. Dan was as quick as ever and you could see in Carol's expression that she wanted more. She wanted a fucking like she got by Jeff and me at the lake, but there was a problem. How do you mount a friend's wife and then not let him mount your wife or girlfriend? Actually the problem was with Jeff and Judy and not me and Kelly. If Kelly wanted to fuck Dan, I'm sure she would have gotten what she wanted without any objections from Carol or me. We were on the cusp of full fledged hard core swinging, but the tipping point was not quite reached.
It wasn't until week or so after Kelly went back to Austin that a tipping point of sorts was reached. I was invited to Jeff and Judy's for dinner one night after work. I wasn't about to turn down a home cooked meal, so naturally I went. But I wasn't the only guest invited. Carol was there too, but Dan was offshore somewhere out in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico.
It didn't take long before I knew the real reason behind tonight's soirée. Judy and Carol had been talking and plotting, and with Dan out of the way, tonight was the night. I was invited specifically that night to fuck Carol. We were way beyond privacy concerns and Jeff and Judy watched as Carol and I got it on.
I expected Jeff to get some of her too, but that wasn't the case. Poor Jeff, he had to sit and watch. Actually he didn't sit very much, but he and Judy watched, while they screwed right next to us. The fuck session went on long into the night and both Carol and Judy did their share of howling in ecstasy. Carol was as good as I remembered. She was a terrific sex partner, her tight pussy squeezed and contracted around my shaft while she was delirious with the great ride she was getting.
The next day I felt kind of bad about Dan. He had been a good friend and now I had screwed his wife twice (actually more than twice, but on two separate occasions). Carol by contrast, hadn't seemed the least concerned that she was cheating on her husband. Jeff didn't seem all that troubled for Dan, he merely lamented that the lake thing was to be a onetime deal for him, or at least that's what Judy had told him. But for me, it was the beginning of a long time affair with the wife of a friend and colleague.
The day after my second toss with Carol, I returned to my apartment and found Carol waiting for me. She had brought me supper, wanted to take a swim in the apartment complex pool and wanted more of what she'd gotten the night before. Putting Dan out of my mind, I happily indulged the lady and she spent the night.
Next afternoon, Dan returned from his offshore outing, none the wiser.
That weekend, rather than be the odd man out at a get-together at Jeff's, I headed to Austin, arriving around midnight. Kelly greeted me with open arms and we hit the sack immediately. I didn't see Mike and Shelia Thomas until the next morning. I don't know why I was surprised, but another bearded hippie type guy joined us at the breakfast table. I assumed he'd slept over with Mike and Shelia because he was as naked as they were at nine AM in the morning.
His name was Flipper or something, and he left right after breakfast. Never saw him again and his presence wasn't mentioned. After he left, it was as if he'd never been there. It was an interesting weekend, as my hosts never bothered to dress the entire time I was there. It was all nonstop dope and suck and fuck. I wasn't presumptuous, but the openness was settled when Shelia lowered herself onto my cock. After that, it was pretty much a sexual melee during which I discovered that Mike had bisexual leanings. In my altered mental state, I succumbed to Kelly's urgings that I return the favor of Mike's blowjob, telling me how hot it was to see two men get it on. Well, I did... and more.
As I drove back to Lafayette Sunday evening, I had time to reflect on the weekend and the more I sobered up, the more I came to the conclusion that I maybe being the odd man out at Jeff's wouldn't have been such a bad thing. Still, I had to admit, I had had fun, even though my conscience was bothering me. To look at me, you'd think I was straight laced and very conservative. In fact I am conservative, politically, but rather hedonistic in my private life.
Mike Thomas and I were polar opposites when it came to politics and the role of government. Oddly, Kelly shared my views and therefore we got along smashingly in all respects. My Lafayette buddies were conservative too. But in Austin… I was somewhat of an alien. Mike's friends (all except Kelly) couldn't understand how we were friends. I know my Lafayette friends couldn't possibly fathom the relationship either, but Mike and Shelia were good friends for many, many years. I guess in the spectrum of left and right, there is a continuum and Mike and I were closer than either of us imagined.
But as I returned to my job, I now had two lives, my Lafayette life and Austin life, and the Lafayette life was about to get more complicated, as well as much more interesting.
It was in the middle of the week and Jeff invited me over for dinner. Dan was in town and I was fully expecting to see him and Carol there too, but it turned out to be only the three of us. Steve and Katy Kline were now totally out the picture, with Steve going so far as no longer having coffee with Jeff or me at work. It was as if he'd gotten religion and wouldn't have anything to do with pagans.
Diner was, as usual, excellent. Judy was a dynamite cook and knew how to make magic in her adopted Cajun style. Afterwards, we were sitting around, playing some three handed Hearts (or maybe it was Spades), we kept score, but Jeff added a twist, as he was wont to do. The lowest scoring hand had to remove an article of clothing, like strip poker, except this was strip hearts. As the game progressed, I wondered where all this was headed. Was this just a device to get Judy naked for me? Seeing that Judy was losing badly, I had to wonder if the game wasn't rigged somehow.
Jeff and I were both still half dressed, but Judy had nothing else to lose… or so I thought. "How lucky do you think you are, Gary?" Jeff asked as he shuffled the cards.
Suspecting, but not knowing where this was headed, I shrugged.
"First one naked fucks her first," he dead paned. I looked over at Judy, she blushed, but her sly smile said, ‘I'm game.'
Well, I lost two hands in a row and won the game. We moved the action from the kitchen table to the sofa. I sat while Judy knelt on the floor between my legs. As her mouth surrounded my dick, I looked over at Jeff. I was expecting him to be watching with lustful glee, but he had his head turned away. It was his game (or so I thought) and he couldn't watch the conclusion. Judy only blew me long enough to get me good and hard, then she crawled up into my lap, directed my cock to her cunt and then lowered herself.
"God, this is good," she whispered before going nuts. The way she attacked my face with her face can only be described as frenzied. I was so taken aback by her aggressiveness that the fact that she was fucking me was momentarily lost, but I soon had my priorities straight, lifting her by the hips and helping her bounce on my prick. She was nice and tight, especially in that position and her cunt was heavenly.
I noticed that Jeff was now watching and discarding the remainder of his clothes while his wife fucked me, fucking liked crazed teenagers until her pussy was sent into orgasmic convulsions. I felt the warm girlie cream dribbling over my balls and soiling her sofa, the same sofa that she always went ballistic about if anyone dared to spill anything on it. With her sweet pussy pulsing around my dick, I came inside her. Fresh goo now leaked onto my balls and added to the stain on her sofa.
Jeff may not have been able to watch his wife take another man, at least at first. By the time the thrusting had stopped and my now soft cock had slithered from her, he was as hard as I'd ever seen him.
He pulled her off my lap and laid her on the carpeted floor at the foot of the sofa. He mounted his wife in the missionary and slammed into her, fucking her hard and fast, sending her hiked legs into motion. The squishy sounds of a sloppy-seconds fuck filled the room. I watched, still sitting on the sofa, and looking down on them, toying with my dick to get it up for a second round.
I didn't get a second go at her that night. Sated, Jeff rolled off Judy. I thought it was my turn, but Jeff grabbed my shoulder when I moved between her legs, saying, "I didn't say you could fuck her twice, man."
I couldn't figure out this whole scene. After proposing the game and letting me fuck his wife, he seemed really torn about it at first, then accepting, then telling me that I had had enough. It was clear to me that my welcome had been worn out, so I dressed and went home.
Midmorning the next day, Jeff dropped my office as usual to shoot the breeze, acting as if everything was fine. He didn't mention me fucking his wife, but he didn't seem upset either. In fact, he invited me over again that night for diner and "games".
"Games? Like last night?" I asked cautiously.
"Yeah. Judy… well, Judy's kind of pissed off at me for running you off like that."
"I don't get it, Jeff."
"Look, it's really pretty simple. I made a deal with Judy. I thought that I could handle it, but… Hey, I'm over it."
"I'm still a bit mystified. What deal?"
"Okay... Remember the campout?" he asked in a low voice.
"What about it?"
"Carol… you, me and Carol."
"I vaguely remember something about that."
"Well, you know and I know what hot fuck she is. Judy was fine with me doing her out there, but now, back home, she won't let me. Of course I could just fuck the cunt, she's willing enough, but I'm just not getting into playing around behind Judy's back. Hell, why should I when I can play around with her right there!"
"Okay. So what does this have to do with last night or tonight?"
"Judy said that I could fuck Carol, but only if she could fuck you. You know, tit for tat so to speak. Well, as much as I wanted to get back between Carol's legs, I just couldn't… couldn't bear to let you and Judy get it on. She's my wife, for Christ's sake!"
"And Carol's Dan's wife," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but she's hot for dick. You know that and she's a hot assed fuck. You know that too."
I didn't point out that his wife was also a hot assed fuck. "So the game last night…"
"I had to let you and Judy fuck before she'd let me fuck Carol. It's that simple. I thought I could handle it, and I guess I almost did."
"And tonight?"
"Dan's going offshore. He left this morning. Carol's coming over, but Judy says she gets another shot at you."
"Do I have any say in this?"
"What the fuck, Gary? You seemed happy enough to do her last night."
"Yeah, and I enjoyed it…
"Judy put you up to this?"
"Yeah, she's full of surprises some days," he said. "But honestly, we've talked about it ever since the campout. Carol's real needy you know. Last night, I thought I was ready and… like I said, I guess I am. I didn't beat you or beat her to a pulp, did I?"
"Not while I was there."
"Bottom line is, what's done is done. You fucked Judy and I let you. Hell, she wanted you to fuck her. Truth is, it was hot watching her with you. So, you are invited to fuck her again tonight… all night. I just won't be in the same room."
"And what if I want to do Carol?"
"Fine by me!" he laughed.
Carol called me a short time later and asked if she could see me at lunch. She knew where my spare key was hidden on the landing for my apartment, so it was no surprise to find her inside waiting for me, gloriously nude on my couch. I had an urgent project that I was working on and a meeting with my boss to discuss the same after lunch, so I didn't have time for preliminaries, just strip and stick it in, pound the hell out her, and shoot off.
It was not how I like sex, but Carol got what she wanted, a big hard demanding dick. I grabbed a bite of leftovers from the fridge to eat and while I wolfed down cold Kung Po Chicken, Carol masturbated for me. That called for another quick entry, pushing her over the edge, while I kept one eye on the clock. Time ran out before I unloaded again, but with the demands of work taking precedence for the moment, I left her nude on my sofa. Besides, I would see her again in a few hours.
Carol was waiting for me when I came in after work. I don't know if she ever dressed after our lunchtime fuck, as she was nude when I arrived, fresh from a shower, drying her hair in the bathroom. I had already told her at the campout out that she looked a lot better without the Afro-hairdo and over the following weeks she had gone to great lengths to relax her perm so that her hair looked better, not good, but better.
I had shed my work clothes and was about to don cut off shorts when she strolled out of the bath and asked me apply lotion to her skin, all of her skin. Yes, Ma'am, pleasure to be of assistance! She wasn't satisfied with just a little lotion either, she wanted a lot and she wanted it rubbed in deep. Hell, she just wanted me to feel her up, so I did, making up for the lack of foreplay a few hours before.
She in turn tugged down my briefs and applied lotion to my cock, her slippery hand sending me to the brink of climax within moments. She was hot to trot, but declined a quick toss, saying that she was already cleaned up for the evening, but that didn't stop her (nor did I stop her) from toying with my dick, skillfully keeping me on the edge, but not bringing me off. Apparently she did this for Dan quite a bit, torturing him for some time before bring him off with an explosive cum. Me, I didn't get the full treatment that afternoon, just a bad case of blue balls.
We rode together to Jeff and Judy's. As soon as we arrived, Jeff served us beer and a smoke, getting a good buzz on. Judy served up a chicken and sausage gumbo which was superb. The simple meal had the added benefit of an easy cleanup. Everyone knew why we were there that evening and with over an hour of daylight left, we paired up and disappeared into separate bedrooms for the evening.
Judy took me to their master bedroom, while Jeff and Carol used the guestroom. I sat an open bottle of wine and two glasses on the triple dresser, closed the door behind me and took Judy in my arms. Bending down to reach her lips, I kissed her lightly, nibbled on her lips and kissed her a little harder. After tracing her lips with the tip of my tongue for several rounds, her lips parted slightly and my tongue probed into her mouth.
"Hmmmm, you're a good kisser," she moaned into my mouth.
"And you taste delicious," I replied before kissing her neck.
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Only girls that I really like, and you Judy, you're a doll."
"I enjoyed last night," she said as she presented her ear for attention.
"It was a pleasant surprise," I whispered into her ear.
"Sorry Jeff ruined it, but maybe I can make it up to you tonight."
"He didn't ruin anything. He just loves you."
"I know.
"Gary… is this wrong?"
"You're not cheating, and Jeff's not cheating. Just enjoy it." I made no mention that the only one cheating was Carol.
I showered her face, neck, ears and lips with kisses, and she kissed back. My hands had been busy caressing her back, but now I wanted more. Grasping the tails of her t-shirt, I tugged it upward and Judy raised her arms to allow me to strip her. With her t-shirt cast aside, I set about removing her bra while she unbuttoned and unzipped my cut off shorts. Within a minute, I had her the way I wanted her, completely nude and available, and she had me where she wanted me, completely nude and ready to take her.
Naked, we remained standing, kissing and letting our hands roam freely. There certainly wasn't any rush, we had hours.
"Make love to me, Gary," she said eager to move things along.
I pushed her back against her bed and then onto her back. Lying back to be taken, she hiked her legs while I moved to bury my face in her pussy. At that time it wasn't fashionable for girls to shave off their pubic hair, and unlike Carol who had an impressive dark bush, Judy was covered sparsely with fine blond hair that was almost invisible. Peeling her demure labia apart with my thumbs, I lapped and licked her pink cunt from her vagina to her clit. She tasted wonderful and clean, yet with a slight headiness of arousal. Making myself comfortable kneeling between her legs, I set about a lengthy cunnilingus, leisurely wallowing my face into her for quite some time before pushing two fingers up her snatch and tongue whipping her clit.
Her hips began to buck and she gripped the bedcovers with her hands as I brought her to the brink. Then quickly standing to a crouch, I slotted my cock into her and pushed in fully. Her pretty face contorted with lust as she exploded with a blast of sexual energy, arching her back to get more cock into her and then quaking as the climatic wave crashed over her. I pulled back and slammed back in, fucking her hard, fucking her deep, fucking with deliberate thrusts as she orgasmed, making her red-blushed tits shake with the pounding I was giving her.
With the case of blue balls I had when I arrived, it didn't take long before my overcharged prostate had to empty. "Arrrrggghhhh!!!" I howled as the first thick bolt of sperm laden semen was blasted through my cock and into my friend and colleague's pretty wife, my vision dimming as the sweet agony shot up from my groin. The first blast was quickly followed by a second and then a third as my prostate pumped its spermy load. It was a grand evening of sex!
Judy and I didn't emerge from her bedroom until nearly ten PM. We'd gone at it for nearly three hours, taking short breaks to sip wine, cuddle and fondle before mating again and we were both exhausted. The living room was heavy with smell of marijuana. Carol and Jeff were on the sofa, Carol nursing on Jeff's soft dick, while Jeff, from all appearances was passed out. I was dressed and pulled Carol off Jeff and told her to get her things, as it was time to go.
When we pulled into my place, Carol asked if she could spend the night, as she was in no condition to drive home. Naturally I said, ‘yes'. We went directly to bed. Carol still wanted to play, but I was through for the night. Still, she tried to get a rise out of me and I dozed off with her sucking my noodle.
At seven AM, my alarm clock began blaring. I punched the snooze and getting my bearings, realized that I still had company, company that could rid me of my early morning hard-on in the proper manner. Carol wasn't even awake when I mounted her, but woke as soon as I buried my cock in her. Slam, bam, thank you, Ma'am, I was in the shower, dressed and on my way to work with a spring in my step, leaving Carol to go back to sleep leaking my junk.
I was at my desk, munching on a chicken and biscuit from Popeye's and drinking my first cup of coffee when who should show up at my door… Dan. He had a mug of coffee and plopped down to shoot the bull, telling me all about the problem he'd been sent out to fix. Normally, Dan goes out a week at a time, like everyone else offshore, but here he was back in less than 24 hours and his wife was in my bed.
He started talking about nudist camps and the sort and asked if I'd ever been to one. Then he tells me that he heard about one down around Fausse Pointe, just southeast of town and that he was thinking about spending a weekend there. All I could do is shrug and listen. Dan was the kind of guy who after trying something new, embraces it fully, going all out in his new endeavor; what my father referred to as "going on a jag." He went on about how nudism was so natural and spiritually pure, like he'd been infected with hippism. I listened politely and he proposed that we all go. South Louisiana and mosquitoes are synonymous and I told him that I wasn't about to run around in the buff out in the swamps.
"You ever get a mosquito bite on the head of your dick?" I asked him. He hadn't thought about the mosquitoes.
"You have a point, Gary." He thought for a moment and lamented, "There's got to be someplace close by."
"Go up to my dad's lake property. Just let me clear it with my dad before you go, otherwise he and my uncle might show up unexpectedly."
"Yeah, we gotta do that again! And soon!" He stood, drained his coffee and announced that he was going home to get some shut eye.
As soon as he left, I called my apartment. No answer. I called again. And again. I rushed down the hall to enlist Jeff's help. Dan was in there talking to Jeff. I ducked into an adjacent office a quickly scribbled a note, ‘Cunt's at my place. Stall him!' I barged in, apologized and handed Jeff the note.
Jeff opened and read the note. "Aw, shit! This is fuckin' bullshit!" he cursed as he wadded up the note and tossed in the trash can, shaking his head with a look of disgust. "Tell Ted that I'll take care of it," he added with a poker face, Ted being our boss.
Quickly I ducked out and drove over to my apartment. I roused Carol up and told her that Dan was at the office and would be home soon. Carol jumped up, put on her clothes and rushed home. By the time I got back to the office, Dan had gone home. I could only hope that I was in time.
I went out in the field later that morning and didn't get back to town until well after dark. I called Jeff to see if he'd heard anything. He hadn't. Turns out Carol beat him by a few minutes, enough time to jump in the shower and wash away the scent of sex with two men.
I was planning on a trip to Austin for that weekend, but come Friday noon, the water pump on my car went out. Of course I couldn't get it fixed in time for the trip, so I had to cancel. As annoying as that was, it was infinitely better that it crapped out when it did and not somewhere on I-10 or US 290 in the dead of the night.
Naturally Jeff knew about my car problems, as he was pressed into chauffeuring me after my 260Z was towed from the company parking lot. I was hoping to get an invite over for that night, but it wasn't forthcoming. Instead Jeff invited me over Saturday afternoon for a fish fry. Seems one of his pumpers had laid on a mess of fresh fish on him Friday afternoon and he needed to cook it up, but first he had to go buy a propane fish fryer and peanut oil.
It didn't surprise me that Dan and Carol had been invited, as well as Steve and Katy Kline. The Kline's declined naturally and we all knew the reasons why. Like I said, they were good friends, the operative word being "were".
I'll have to give it to Jeff. He went all out on his fish fry. He blanched his potatoes first, pre-cooking them, then while the potatoes cooled, he fried up the fish using a mustard batter heavy on the cayenne, cooked up hush puppies heavy on the onions and cayenne, then finished frying the potatoes. The fish was perfectly cooked and seasoned for my taste, as were the hush puppies and crispy French fries. The five of us gorged ourselves until we couldn't eat any more. All in all, a fine South Louisiana backyard cookout!
It being July and South Louisiana, it was also hot and muggy. Not surprisingly, massive quantities of beer were consumed and we guys stripped down to our cut off shorts (cut off denim shorts were very popular then). Judy simply changed into a bikini and Carol, borrowing a too small bikini top from Judy, lost her t-shirt. My, oh, my! Did I ever say that from the neck down, Carol was a 10? She was practically falling out of that top from all sides. As good as that was, she had brought along a spare pair of cutoffs, extreme low riding cutoffs, cutoffs that left little to imagination, cut offs originally meant for her husband's eyes only, cut offs that disappeared between her shapely ass cheeks and barely covered her pussy! While Jeff and I drooled over Carol's near nudity, Dan basked in showing her off. He really got a kick out of us ogling her.
Jeff and I made pointed comments that we wanted to see her nude, and once the sun set, Dan agreed to get her naked. I then lamented (and lied) that I hadn't gotten any pussy since the campout, hoping that Dan's voyeurism extended to watching his wife get fucked. Dan wouldn't have anything to do with that.
"You can look, Gary," Dan said smugly, "but you can't touch. That's private property and she's going to remain private property." I refrained from telling him that she'd already become group property.
We retired inside where Jeff announced that there was to be a strip contest. Judy wasn't hugely keen on it, but Carol thought it a great idea. The girls huddled and to our collective surprise, Judy went first. Jeff put a Rolling Stones album on the stereo and the fun began. The Jergens had a heavy wooden coffee table that Judy used as her stage. With just the two piece bikini on, she had little to work with, but put on a good show anyway, dancing about and wiggling her tits.
Then it was Carol's turn. She didn't have a whole lot on either, but the way she slowly peeled those shorts out of the crack of her ass got Jeff and me both excited. Dan just sat back complacently, having seen it all before. We already knew that she was a super belly dancer, now it was evident that she also harbored talents with the strip tease, talents born of practice. It was incredible the way she moved her body.
Whereas Judy was circumspect when flashing her pussy, Carol held no such restraint. She laid on the coffee table, squirming about, playing with her tits, lifting her legs, spreading them open and leaving nothing to the imagination. We were gathered around the table, so we all had a good view of her charms.
Dan was obviously enjoying his wife making a spectacle of herself. My cock was practically ripping out of my shorts and I was high enough to lack any inhibitions about doing something about it. Maybe Dan would get carried away with the moment and let me fuck her. I had gone commando that day and once my shorts dropped to my ankles, I was fully on display with a massive erection.
Carol looked up to see my big cock overhead. That seemed to spur her on. Just like at the lake, she began to masturbate. Dan hooted, "That's it baby, frig that pussy!"
I waited for Dan to give me the word, but it wasn't forthcoming. Hoping that Dan would relent, I added to the show by stroking myself. Jeff jumped in, dropped his shorts and began beating off. Dan's eyes were going from his wife to me to Jeff and back to his wife. Any moment I thought, he'd break. He didn't. My gambit having failed, I went for completion, squirting off on her from above, spattering her tits with ropes of pearly cum. That sent Jeff over the edge and he unloaded on her too.
I braced myself for Dan coming unglued. And he did in a way. He dropped his shorts and mounted her on the coffee table, stroking rapidly into his wife maybe a dozen times before getting his rocks off. The fuck show was okay, but it way too quick.
Dan bounced up from between Carol's leg and looked at me and looked at Jeff. Judy was standing behind Carol sniggering with her hand over her mouth. The situation was about to spiral out of control… but not the way Jeff and I wanted.
"Uh, we gotta go," Dan announced.
Reaching down he pulled Carol up and told her to, "Get your ass dressed." His sudden and abrupt departure was reminiscent of Steve and Katy Kline's departure from the campout. Had we over stepped some bound?
"Hey, don't be mad, Dan," Jeff told him.
"I'm not mad. That was hot as hell! But if I don't get her out of here… well…"
Tugging on his wife foot, Dan said, "C'mon, baby. Let's go home." A minute later, there were only three of us.
"Bummer," was all Jeff could say about that.
But Jeff, ever the party animal, blew it off. He loaded the bong and passed it around. I had already had way too much smoke as it was, but I toked up nonetheless. After slaking our now burning thirst with fresh cold beers, Jeff looked at his naked wife and looked at me with my dick swinging in the breeze.
"Hey, Gary. Wha'cha say that we fuck her?" nodding towards his grinning wife who was clearly zonked.
"How about it, baby? Want to get fucked?" he asked Judy while feeling her up. She didn't respond in any coherent manner that I saw, but that didn't stop Jeff from leading her off to the bedroom and signaling me to follow.
That was my first threesome with the Jergens. I would like to say that it was wild and crazy sex, but frankly I hardly remember anything about it, other than taking turns fucking her. That's the problem with too much beer and too much dope, the inhibitions go, but so does the memory.
Over the next month or so, when Dan was in town Carol would appear sometimes at my apartment for "lunch". When he was out on a rig, she was either shacking up with me, or shacking up with Jeff and Judy. As for Jeff and Judy, we shacked up a lot, whether Carol was there or not. All in all, it was fun times banging the other guys' wives.
Then when Dan was in town, we all often got together at night at Jeff and Judy's. And it became the norm to play some game, a card game, backgammon, or whatever Jeff came up with as mechanism for getting naked. Once we were all naked, we sometimes danced or the girls would dance for us. Carol loved to dance and Carol loved to make a spectacle of herself to her appreciative audience.
Like I've said, Dan loved to show her off and she loved to show off. When we would dance, hands roamed. Still with all the sexual energy in the room, Dan resisted letting Carol do what she clearly wanted to do… fuck me or fuck Jeff. I suppose it might have helped if Judy had taken Dan in the back and fucked his brains out. Jeff had suggested it (I remained mum on the subject), but Judy didn't want to have sex with Dan… he just didn't do anything for her. She liked him, as he was very nice guy, but he was goofy looking and acted goofy too, but mainly she knew what a lousy lover he was.
It was okay with Dan if Jeff or I groped Carol and okay if she groped us, he really seemed to enjoy that. It was also okay if she masturbated us and it was okay if we masturbated her. But that was as far as Dan would go. Jeff and Judy would have sex while we watched and Dan had sex with Carol as we watched. We didn't let on that I was fucking Judy, as that might raise questions that we didn't want raised. He was oh so close, but he never went beyond letting us finger his wife while she sucked him off.
Things never remain the same. Towards the end of August, word came down from high that I was to be transferred to the Houston office as a staff engineer. A healthy raise went along with the promotion, but that put a damper to fun times with Jeff and Judy and the fun times with Carol.
The transfer did, however, put me closer to Kelly, much closer. Earlier that summer after she had earned her master's degree, she had begun working for a large corporation in Houston. Naturally I needed a place to stay for a few days until I found an apartment of my own… I moved in and never moved out. Needless to say, it was great living with her.
We went up to Austin to see her old fuck buddies. Mike had rented out Kelly's old room to an undergrad. Actually he didn't rent it to her, he gave it to her in exchange for her having sex with anyone who wanted her. She was a hippie type and very good with her mouth. Mike claimed that she was disease free, but I passed on doing her bare back. She was just the first of a series of needy girls who Mike hosted over the years, always young, usually pretty and every one of them as promiscuous as an alley cat in heat.
In early October, it was still quite warm and our Lafayette group rendezvoused at my dad's lake property. Jeff and Judy came, but Dan and Carol did not. Dan was offshore and wouldn't let Carol go with the Jergens (he was goofy, but not stupid). The weather was absolutely gorgeous with the high temperatures in the high eighties and the nightly lows near seventy. Perfect weather for nudity and nude we were.
I hadn't seen Judy Jergens in several weeks, so I was eager to get between her legs again. Jeff was just as eager to sample Kelly. Happily, Kelly was game for a toss or six with Jeff and we settled into a weekend of screwing, as couples, threesomes and foursomes.
It was only when we had packed up and were ready to leave that Jeff told me he had resigned from the company and taken a higher paying position with a company in Denver. We'd still see them occasionally through the years, but after that last trip to the lake, the dynamic between us was broken.
In November, I returned to the Lafayette office for a field development meeting. On the one hand it was great to see Dan again, as he was in town while I was there. On the other hand…
Kelly had asked me if I was going to screw Carol while I was there and I told her that I would certainly try. About as close as I came to her was at dinner that night at a seafood restaurant. While Dan rambled on about a project he was working on, Carol was rubbing her foot on my leg while giving me sex eyes. It was at the dinner that they delivered the happy news… Carol was pregnant, three months pregnant. I did the math in my head and concluded that I was one of three possible sires of Carol's baby. That was sobering.
I was back in Lafayette two weeks later. This time Dan was offshore and I invited Carol to shack up with me at the hotel, an invitation she was eager to accept. It wouldn't do to be seen with her at a restaurant, so we availed ourselves of room service once we had had our first toss for the evening. I asked her about the baby and she admitted that she didn't know which of us was the father.
She also told me that just before she got the news, she had been thinking of leaving Dan. But with a baby coming, she changed her mind. "A child needs a father, and Dan will be good father," she told me. I considered asking her if she was going to continue cheating on Dan, but under the circumstances, it was a moot question.
The next morning when she dressed and went home, little did I know that I wouldn't see her again for several years. After that trip, I was reassigned to another group in the Houston office and I really had no occasion to go to Lafayette. Likewise Dan had no occasion to go to Houston, that is until he jumped ship and took up with company based in the Houston area. By that time I too had moved to greener pastures and bigger bucks, as well as having my own child with Kelly (we did marry before she was born). We lived miles apart and just never got together that often.
Time, distance and babies do take a toll on old friendships and by the time we saw Jeff and Judy Jergens again, we had five kids between us. As for Dan and Carol, she did leave him soon after moving to Houston and disappeared to California. Of course by then we had meet several couples who shared our lifestyle, but the only old swinger friends we still saw on a regular basis were Mike and Shelia Thomas. Some things never change.
THE END
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