Playing Around at the Ski Cabin
                    (M+F+, wl, swap, size)

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Take three couples away from their kids and the summer heat and put
them together in an isolated but luxurious chalet in the mountains for
a week. All sorts of things might happen.

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Sacramento is miserably hot in the summer. George had no idea how
miserable it would be when he started working there last fall. But as
summer rolled around he started complaining to his coworkers about the
heat.

"Patty and I hate this heat," he said one day in the company
cafeteria. "If we'd known it was going to be like this I don't think
we would have transferred here."

Several people laughed and assured him he'd get used to it. But Al had
a suggestion for him.

"Why don't you take a week off up in the high Sierras? It's beautiful
up there in the summer, and the temps are just pleasant."

"You mean like rent a hotel room at Tahoe?" George asked. "There's two
problems with that. Patty and I don't like being cooped up in a single
room for a week, and besides I couldn't afford it right now."

"Ah, but I've got the perfect answer to both those problems," Al
assured him. "My wife and I are 1/3 owners of a ski cabin near
Mammoth. In the winter we rent it for a wad of money any time none of
us are up there. But in the summer it mostly sits empty when we aren't
using it. We could rent it to you for a week for about what you'd
spend at a Tahoe hotel in one night. And this is definitely no single
room. It's got three bedrooms, each with a private bath, a huge living
room, a fully stocked kitchen, even an indoor spa. Heck, you could go
up there with some friends, split the rent between you, and you'd be
living for next to nothing. The wife and I went in together with two
other couples to buy the place. There've been several times that all
six of us have been up there at the same time, and we don't feel a bit
crowded."

Before the lunch was over, George and three other guys had tentatively
signed up for a week apiece. That night George described it to Patty,
and she was immediately enthusiastic.

"I'd love to get out of this sweat box for a week. We could take the
kids and make a family vacation out of it."

"True," agreed George, "or we could leave the kids with your sister so
you could have a real vacation."

"Umm, that would be nice. Mary and I were telling each other just
yesterday how much we wished we could have a vacation away from the
kids."

"Hey," George tossed in, "we could even take Bob and Mary along with
us. Al was saying the place was huge, that it had plenty of room for
three couples. And if we shared the cost it would be even cheaper."

"Three couples? Is there really room for that many people?" Patty
asked. "If so, I'll bet Tom and Helen would be interested, too. At
least I know Helen would. She was saying the other day that she feels
like she hardly knows Tom any more, with the kids always underfoot."

"OK, let's invite Tom and Helen as well as Bob and Mary. We've all
done things together before, and we've never had any problems getting
along with each other."

Patty's sister was quite willing to take the kids for a week on the
understanding that she'd get her chance later. Bob and Mary loved the
idea, and had no problem at all, since the kids' Gramma and Grampa
lived only a few miles away. Tom and Helen really, really wanted to
go, too, but were having a heck of a time getting rid of their two
preschoolers. Finally, with some arm twisting, they talked Tom's
sister into taking them.

Finally the day arrived, and as the radio was predicting four more
days of 105+ degree temperatures, the three couples went three
different ways to drop off their kids, then met to caravan their three
cars into the mountains. Three wives were snuggled against their
husbands, dreaming of the perfect vacation they hoped was starting.
Three husbands were negotiating the curves of the mountain highway and
dreaming, well to be frank, they were dreaming of endless sex with
their wives. There'd be tonight, then Monday night, Tuesday,
Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Six nights in a romantic place with
no kids around! It would be a second honeymoon.

They had gotten started later than they really wanted to, what with
getting their respective kids settled, and by the time they arrived at
the "cabin" it was almost dark. Man! It was big, and beautiful.
Everything Al had told George it would be. It had a steeply sloped
roof that formed a cathedral ceiling for the huge living room, which
must have been nearly twenty feet by fifty feet with a massive
fireplace, and took up one entire side of the building. The other side
was two stories, with a large dining area, kitchen, bath room,
laundry, and spa downstairs, and the three bedroom suites upstairs.
The bedrooms opened onto a sort of balcony running down the middle of
the building. It had a railing from which you could look down into the
living room, and an open staircase down to the main floor.

No one felt like cooking after the hectic morning and long drive, so
they threw together some sandwiches, played two games of Hearts, and
decided to call it a night. The gals drew cards to see who would get
which bedroom, then the guys lugged their stuff from the cars upstairs
to the rooms they drew and they all said good night.

George and Patty hit the shower together, and started playing around
as they soaped each other up. By the time they had dried each other
off they were both very horny, and headed straight for the bed, stark
naked. It wasn't the greatest sex they had ever had, but it wasn't bad
for a couple that had been married eight years.

All three couples woke up in the morning much more interested in each
other than in breakfast. Nothing truly spectacular happened in any of
the bedrooms, but even so it was enough that more showers were
definitely in order. So it was after ten by the time three clean and
glowing gals got together to cook bacon and eggs. Whispered
confidences soon let them all know they weren't alone in their
happiness. Yet somewhere down inside they each knew that it could have
been better. Maybe tonight when they weren't so tired ...

By the time they finished eating at about 11:30 they decided to call
it brunch, and they all wandered off as couples to explore the
forested area around the cabin. It was a thick pine forest, with lots
of duff on the ground. The silence was broken only by their own
footsteps, mixed with the chirping of birds and the rustle of the
trees in the breeze. What a difference from the noise of the city! And
the smell was heavenly. Each couple did a bit of smooching, but there
really wasn't enough privacy for anything very intimate.

By 3 PM everyone had wandered back to the cabin, and all six of them
were sitting around the living room. After they had chatted together
for a while, Bob suggested they try out the spa. They headed to their
rooms for swim suits, and before long they were all enjoying the warm
water and bubbling jets.

Actually, George discovered he was enjoying something else, too. All
three gals were wearing bikinis, and they were all quite attractive.
Helen had the largest breasts, big enough that her bikini top was not
able to completely cover the subject matter. She was sitting by her
husband, but George kept casting sidelong glances at her two luscious
globes. Mary had a wasp-like waist, and a very low-cut bikini that
stopped fully three inches below her navel. Her husband was obviously
enjoying it from his position beside her, but George was getting an
eyeful too.

Not surprisingly, the other two guys were also enjoying the scenery.
All in all, it wasn't long before three guys were worrying about how
they were going to hide three large bulges in their crotches. George
finally solved the problem by announcing he was ready for a nap, and
ordering Patty to get him a towel. When she returned with it, he
twisted quickly, climbed out and wrapped himself in the towel before
anyone except his wife actually saw what his problem was. Bob and Tom
then followed roughly the same plan, and everyone retired to their
bedrooms.

All three gals found their husbands' rather public hard-ons a real
turn-on, and all three were amazed at their guys' stamina. The sex
that afternoon was without question the best of the week so far in all
three bedrooms. None of the gals suspected the real reason for the new
passion directed to them, which was the mental pictures each guy had
of two sexy women, neither of them his wife.

Hunger eventually brought the couples back down to the kitchen, and
due to the lack of lunch, and the heavy exercise by all, everyone was
ready for a big steak dinner. After dinner they broke out a six-pack
of long necks, and settled back around the table for some more
conversation.

When Tom got to the bottom of his bottle he laid it on its side on the
table, and started idly spinning it. Suddenly he sat up.

"Hey, that reminds me of something. When we were kids we used to play
a game called 'spin the bottle'. But I've forgotten how it went."

A bit of probing of collective memories disclosed that it involved
spinning the bottle and then kissing whoever it pointed at.

"Even if I spin it, and it points at another guy?" Bob asked in mock
horror.

Everyone laughed, and they decided that no, the kiss was only if it
pointed at someone of the opposite sex from whoever spun it. But they
decided that probably whoever it pointed at would spin next, whether
kissed or not.

"Let's try it, and see if those rules make any sense," George
proposed.

"George, shame on you!" Patty responded.

"It's just a silly kids' game," he said. "It's not like we're talking
about having an affair or anything."

After some questioning looks between spouses, they all shrugged and
said, "why not?"

Since Tom's bottle had started it all, he spun first, and it pointed
at his wife Helen, so he kissed her. Her spin pointed back at him and,
despite cries of cheating, she kissed him back.

This time Tom's spin stopped at Patty, and amid a chorus of oohhh's he
gave her a quick peck on the mouth. George figured he couldn't be too
jealous about what his wife was doing, since he had suggested they
play.

Patty's spin pointed at George, and she gave him a somewhat longer
kiss. Then it was his turn to spin, but his spin pointed back at Tom,
so no kiss.

"Hey, when do we get to play?" Bob demanded.

But Tom kissed Helen again, then she kissed him again. Their kisses
were starting to get somewhat passionate, and the others cheered them
on. Tom's next spin pointed back at George.

George spun the bottle, secretly hoping that it would point at one of
the other girls, but no such luck. It pointed at his wife, and he
dutifully gave her a long sloppy kiss.

But when Patty spun, it pointed at Bob. Blushing, she started to share
a quick kiss with him, but he grabbed her and made it a bit longer.

"Bob," she sputtered when she managed to break free, "shame on you!"

"Sorry," he said, "but all this kissing was going on, and I was being
totally left out."

"OK, I'll forgive you this time," Patty replied, but her eyes were on
the floor and she was blushing furiously.

Bob's spin pointed at George, but then George got his chance with
Mary. He made his kiss considerably longer, determined to get even for
the kiss Mary's husband had just given his wife. Apparently Mary had
the same idea, and their kiss almost became passionate.

"So everybody has kissed somebody now, right?" Tom asked.

"In fact I think," Bob grinned, "that everybody has probably kissed
someone they aren't married to."

"No, I haven't," Helen said very quietly.

"Well, let's take care of that right now," came Bob's hearty voice.

He walked around the table to where she was sitting, knelt beside her,
wrapped his arms around her, and planted a big juicy one on her mouth.

"Say, what gives you that right?" asked George as he moved to Helen's
other side. "I haven't kissed her, either," he added as he knelt, and
corrected that situation.

"No fair," Tom said, moving over to Mary, "Bob just now kissed my
wife, and I haven't gotten to kiss his."

He proceeded to right the injustice quite thoroughly.

"Yeah, and you guys are going all out now," threw in Tom, "while I
just gave Patty a demure little peck. I think it's definitely time I
did something about that." Which he did.

"I think," Helen said with a shocked look at what her husband was
doing, "we'd better quit before we get totally carried away."

"And I think," Mary added with a lascivious leer at her husband, "that
it's bedtime."

They all broke for the stairs at a very fast walk, and as soon as they
got inside their own bedroom doors they started tearing each other's
clothes off. George and Patty fucked wildly and noisily. She wanted
more, and got a second load within the hour. Then she woke up in the
middle of the night, made a U-turn in their bed and started sucking
George's cock while grinding her steaming pussy into his face.

Unbeknownst to them a very similar passion drama was being played out
in the other two bedrooms. Despite the best sex they'd had in years,
the other two gals also woke in the wee hours, and sucked their
lovers' cocks to attention.

Three guys answered the call, sucked clits, poked their tongues deep
in cunts, pounded their throbbing peters up into mouths, and came deep
in their wives’ throats. Three couples wondered in the morning light
at the miracle that had happened to them, and finally admitted to each
other that the kissing game had had something to do with it.

So on Tuesday afternoon, when they all ended up in the spa together
again, and George came up with a wild suggestion, no one objected.

The first part of his idea was that they split up with spouses on
opposite sides of the spa, and alternating guy/gal all around.

Once everyone had splashed to their new positions he looked across at
Patty and said, "since we're in the water, let's do a wave, like they
do at games. Only this wave will be more like last night, with kissing
instead of standing up."

"Bob, I'll let you start it with my Patty, then Patty can kiss Tom,
and so on."

Everybody looked at each other, and grinned a bit nervously, but then
thought to themselves, "Well, it sure worked last night, didn't it?"

Bob started with a quick peck to Patty's mouth, and around the wave
went, Patty to Tom to Mary to George. By the time Mary kissed George
it was a lingering kiss, which he passed on to Helen. She passed that
on to Bob and around the circle it went again. By the time Mary came
back to George it had become passionate, and he poked his tongue
through Helen's open mouth to her teeth as he passed it on. On the
next round there was a lot of moaning and writhing going on, and when
Mary kissed George their tongues were probing deeply in each other's
mouths.

But after Helen threw her leg over Bob and dropped her knee between
his thighs for their kiss, and Bob turned to Patty for more of the
same, she called a halt.

"I think we've had enough stimulation for our naps."

"Oh, yes," they all said and climbed out of the spa.

The guys made no attempt this time to hide their throbbing hard-ons,
and the gals weren't being at all bashful about looking at them.

All three guys had an arm around their wives' waists and a hand inside
her bikini before they got to the top of the stairs, and all three
gals had a hand rubbing their hubby's meat by then.

George and Patty had the last room down the hall, and they didn't make
it that far. As soon as the other two couples had disappeared into
their rooms he pressed her against the wall and started pounding his
crotch against hers. Then he pushed her bikini bottom down to her
knees, she shoved his suit down far enough to expose his rod, and he
plowed into her. She came almost as soon as he entered her, and then a
few minutes later she came again when he came.

After that they calmed down enough to realize that they'd better get
into their room before they were discovered. As soon as they closed
the door they finished stripping, and he took her from behind as she
lay face down on the bed with her legs over the side. As soon as he
came that way she pushed him off of her, and onto his back, and she
assumed the dominant position. She impaled herself on his still-hard
cock and started pumping and grinding frantically as he played with
her tits. Then he reached around behind her and shoved a finger up her
ass. That set off a series of screams and pussy contractions that must
have gone on for five minutes. That brought him over the top yet again
and he dumped his third load into her. When they finally calmed down
they knew, without saying a word, that they had never, ever, had sex
like that before.

The other two couples were equally convinced that this was the best
sex they had ever had. Nobody wanted to separate from their lover. The
three couples didn't get together for dinner or a game that night.
They did each sneak out at different times, bare-ass naked except for
robes, and grab some basic sustenance. And they all decided they
definitely wanted to get together in the spa again on Wednesday.

In fact they didn't wait until afternoon this time. They all
gravitated there shortly after breakfast and took the same positions
they had been in the day before. Bob suggested a slight variant on the
wave. This time they could have two waves going around at the same
time. That would mean four people participating at once, and the other
two could serve as timers. The timers could count to ten and then say
"ding" to indicate that time was up.

Everyone quickly realized that meant that while you and your neighbor
were kissing (or whatever) your spouses would be similarly involved,
so would not be paying attention to what you were doing. Since Bob had
suggested it, he and his wife were appointed to be the first timers.
That left George and Helen, and Tom and Patty, to start the waves.

Helen wrapped both her arms around George's neck, and he grabbed her
waist with his right hand and went straight to work on her mouth.
Meanwhile he let his left hand steal slowly up her side from her waist
to just below her armpit. Then just as he started to slide it forward
to her breast, Mary said, "ding."

Helen reluctantly pulled away and turned to Bob. But as soon as she
was facing him she gave him a devilish grin, grabbed his head with
both hands, and attacked his mouth passionately. Bob didn't bother
with her waist, sliding his hands quickly up her belly to those big
lucious boobs. As soon as he reached his goal she moaned and started
shoving her tongue in and out of his mouth.

All too soon Patty said "ding" and Helen had to let go. Now Bob turned
to Patty, who had already had one encounter with Tom. She let him take
the lead, and he pulled her chest tight against his. She rubbed her
bikini top against his bare chest while they kissed wetly and wildly.

On Helen's "ding", Patty broke away and turned hungrily back to Tom.
Their lips had just met when Bob announced that he didn't think
counting to ten was long enough, and they were going to start counting
to twenty. Tom's left hand went immediately to Patty's ass, and his
right hand to her top. He started kneading her right cheek and her
left tit. She brought her right leg up and across his lap, hooking the
far side of his waist with her heel and pulling him closer, between
her legs. He responded by sliding his left hand down the outside of
her thigh, which drove her wild. He was about to move his hand to the
inside of her thigh when he was interrupted by Mary's "ding."

At that, Tom swung around and started to paw Mary. He had already
touched her top on the previous wave. Now he grabbed her breast and
started pinching her nipple. Meanwhile his other hand was rubbing her
belly, and slowly moving down that vast expanse from her belly button
to the top of her low-slung bikini. She was moaning and moving her
pelvis up and back, up and back, encouraging him to slide his hand
clear down to her pussy. She gasped when he got there, and grabbed for
his cock. But Patty's "ding" came just as she found it.

That meant it was Tom's turn to be a timer, but Mary was as hot as
hell, and turned eagerly to George. She knew where she wanted his
hand, and she put her hand on his crotch to show him. He took the hint
instantly, and started rubbing her clit through her tiny bikini
bottom. For her part she was pumping his huge cock through his suit.
They both decided to take the next step at the same instant, he
slipping his fingers inside that bit of cloth she was wearing, and she
ramming her whole fist inside his suit so she could wrap her fingers
around his monster. When his finger reached her clit she started
pumping his manhood wildly. Oh no! Not the ding already!

Meanwhile, on the other half of the wave, Bob had been going for
Helen's huge tits in a big way. He slid his fingers under her strap
and then forward under the bikini top material. Then he wiggled his
thumb under the bottom so he could squeeze her bare breast from two
directions. Next he bent down and started nibbling on her other
breast. Helen always went wild when Tom did that, and she was even
wilder with Bob.

Patty's ding meant Helen had to stop and take over as timer, but she
left Bob nearly ready to cream in his suit. He started the same
procedure with Patty, but she had other ideas. She grabbed his hand
and put it on her thigh, then started stroking the back of his thigh
to show him what she wanted. As soon as he followed suite she cried
out and pulled her knees up to her chest with her feet wide apart. He
moved his other hand to the back of her other thigh, then took a deep
breath and plunged his face into the water, with his mouth heading
straight for her pussy. She was saying “OH! OH! OH!” continuously, and
making so much noise he barely heard Helen's ding.

When he came up for air and started counting with Mary, Tom attacked
Patty and George attacked Helen. Actually, Patty spread her legs with
her knees up to her tits, and Helen untied her top and offered her
naked boobs to George. Bob looked across at Mary's glazed eyes and her
hand rubbing her own pussy. He realized if they didn't stop soon they
wouldn't be able to stop at all. This was supposed to be a tease to
get everyone ready to make it again and again with their spouse.

So he somewhat reluctantly called out, "OK, play time is over, let's
all go fuck!"

This time no one made it even as far as the stairs. Discarded swim
wear littered the area from the spa to the living room, and three sets
of writhing bodies were scattered randomly around the room. The place
rang with moans and snorts and grunts and screams and thumps and
slurping sounds for the next three hours. Every time one couple came
their noises would give new inspiration to the other two. Finally they
were all so exhausted they fell asleep where they lay. When George and
Patty woke up late in the afternoon they looked around at all the
nakedness and were inspired to engage in one more lazy fuck. Which in
turn aroused the others, and they followed suite.

Finally Patty giggled and said aloud, "If anyone had told me a week
ago that this is what we would be doing today I would have said they
were crazy, that I would never do that."

Everyone laughed, got up, and collected their discarded swim wear.

Helen looked around and said, "Hell, everybody has seen me buck naked
this afternoon, I'm going to leave my top off. The damn thing is very
uncomfortable, anyway."

Mary and Patty decided they would do the same thing, and after some
very necessary stops at the downstairs restroom the three gals headed
topless to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

When they came out a bit later with food in their hands, reeking of
sex, and tits bouncing, the guys were seated at the table ready to
eat, and not just the food. As the gals set down the food, the guys
craned their necks to sample the other wares. And of course they had
carefully seated themselves leaving a space for one gal between each.
Miracle of miracles, the wives decided to sit down opposite their
spouses, giving each guy access to the two luscious babes he had been
sampling in the spa. That led to lots more tit-nibbling during the
meal, not to mention a great deal of groping under the table.

Everyone seemed to want to make the meal last as long as possible, but
finally they all got up and wandered into the living room.

"I have an idea," said Tom. "Let's all sit in a circle on the floor in
the same order we were in at the table."

They all did, shivering a bit in anticipation. Tom got up and turned
off the lights, leaving the place pitch black, then returned to his
place in the circle.

"Now guys, turn to the woman on your left, and start making out with
her, until I say 'stop'."

George immediately started sucking Helen's huge tits while they rubbed
each other's crotches. Soon a chorus of moans started, which Helen
joined. Her gyrating pelvis emboldened George to wiggle his hand
inside her bikini bottom. She arched up against him as his finger
probed for a slit it had never touched before. When he found it, and
the pulsing little knob inside, Helen started screaming, and she
wasn't the only one.

"Stop!" Tom said.

All five others groaned their disapproval.

"Come on, back to your places, boys. This isn't supposed to be an
orgy, you know. Now turn to the gal on your right."

No one needed any encouragement. George's hand went directly to Mary's
pussy that he had touched briefly earlier in the day. Mary was
obviously wild with desire, and he already knew the way inside that
tiny bit of cloth, so in nothing flat he had two fingers poking into
her cunt and a thumb on her clit, while his mouth was sucking one tit
and his other hand was pinching a nipple. Moments later Mary was
pushing her suit bottom down, and when she got it to her knees she
kicked it off and spread her legs. George abandoned her tit and slid
down so his mouth and tongue could sample her steaming twat.

No one said "Stop" so they just kept going. Three guys' cocks were
released from their prisons. One went deep down a throat, the other
two into cunts. Still no one said 'stop' and it wasn't long before
they all dumped loads of cum. By now if anyone had said 'stop' no one
would have listened. The fucking went on and on long into the night.

Eventually, one by one, with whispered words, each gal took her new
lover up to her bed where they immediately resumed the action. The
women kept demanding more and more from their new lovers, and
amazingly their lovers kept producing. Not one of the guys had ever
experienced anything like it. Cocks that were still bone hard after
coming more times than they could remember. Eventually, two by two,
they fell into blissful sleep with their bodies still clinging
together.

Helen was the first to waken the next day. She found herself naked,
lying with a man who was not her husband. She was ecstatic as she
thought back over what had been the most wonderful night of her life.
Her heart sang as she hugged her new lover to her.

"Oh, Bob, my love, how could we have known each other for so many
months and not known our destiny together," she thought.

She tried to remember all of the things they had done together last
night, each more intensely thrilling than the one before it. Her
pelvis started grinding against his deflated manhood as she kissed him
passionately. It didn't take much of that to wake him, and it didn't
take many moments of wakefulness for his tool to regain its full 8"
length.

"Oh, YES, my darling," she panted as she swung on top of him.

She rubbed her slimy pussy up and down his rod a couple of times, then
lifted up enough so she could grab his cock, point it, and sink down
with it inside her.

"Oh, darling, I want you so much," she moaned.

"Yes, baby, me too," he replied.

She was doing most of the work this time, but he was pivoting up to
meet her every thrust. Her huge breasts were swinging wildly just
above his face, and he reached up to grab them. She bent forward a bit
more, and he pulled his head up so he could suck her tit. She started
wailing loudly and pounding faster and faster against him. Her wail
sent Bob over, and with a series of grunts he pumped glob after glob
into her. Her whole body was spasming with the intensity of her
climax.

When they could talk again she said, "Oh, my darling, darling! Please
don't leave me. I want you to stay inside me forever and ever!"

He grinned up at her and said, "I hate to be practical, and I love
being inside you, but how are we ever going to eat anything if we do
that? In fact I'm already starving."

She suddenly felt ashamed of herself.

"I'm sorry, Bob, I was being so selfish. I'll get you something to eat
right now."

"Don't leave right now, I want to stay inside you a little longer. Oh,
and there's something else you could do for me. I don't have a stitch
of clothing here, and I know Tom's things wouldn't fit, so could you
find my swim trunks down stairs and bring them here?"

She giggled, "What if I don't want to? Maybe if you don't have
anything to put on I can keep you here all to myself for longer."

"Oh, baby, don't you know you have nothing to fear? Don't you know I
want you just as much as you want me?"

"Of course I do; I was just teasing. I'm going to go now and get your
trunks and get something to eat for both of us."

She pulled slowly out of him, then scooted down in the bed so she
could lick him clean.

"Oh, god, baby, please don't be gone too long!"

When Helen started wailing it woke George and Mary in the next room.
It probably would have wakened Helen's husband in the room on the
other side of them, but he and Patty had kept going last night until
early dawn, and they were now both dead to the world.

George and Mary, on the other hand, woke quickly. and both with a
powerful urge to resume what they had been doing last night. They had
been sleeping in a "spoon" position, with his arm over her and his
hand on her breast. Within ten seconds of waking he was pinching her
tit and rubbing his pelvis against her ass. Within thirty seconds he
had a monster cock rubbing up and down her ass crack.

Mary knew all about that monster by now. It wasn't quite as long as
her husband's, but almost, and it was quite a bit thicker. She was
dying to have it filling her cunt again, so she reached behind
herself, grabbed it, and shoved it between her legs. Then she lifted
her upper leg, reached down with her other hand and pointed the tip of
it at her crack, and uttered her first words of the morning.

"Shove, shove hard!"

She knew perfectly well that there was nothing between them but raw
sex, but oh, god, such sex it was. She and Bob had gotten into a real
rut over the years, and even this week, as good as their sex had been,
it was nothing compared with what she had experienced with George last
night. And was starting to experience again now, as George rammed his
huge cock into her while rubbing her clit with his fingers. She was on
fire, and aching to have him pour more loads of cum into her pussy.

The first climax came in just a few minutes, his first and hers right
behind it. It was great, but not near enough to satisfy either of
them. They shifted quickly to the basic position, and he started
ramming his huge tool into her waiting box. After ten minutes of that
her moans crescendoed into screams and she came a second time,
triggering his second ejaculation that morning. That would have been
enough to satisfy him for a while, but she wanted even more. She
managed to roll over on top of him without that fantastic pillar
popping out, and started a good simulation of a bucking bronco ride.
He didn't come this time, but he did stay hard, and after five minutes
of that she came hard.

When her gasps had slowed to pants and that to heavy breathing, he
ventured, "Mary, honey, I'm loving this, but I don't think I can do
much more without going to the bathroom first and then getting
something to eat."

"Now that you mention it," she agreed, "I have got to pee right now.
Can you wait for me?"

"I'll wait, you go first."

When she came out she giggled, "I guess I had a lot more in me than
just pee."

"I should hope so," he said as he dashed for the toilet.

As she heard his stream hit the bowl he added, "I felt like I pumped
half of my insides into you last night, not to mention some more just
now. Is it any wonder I feel like I'm starving?"

When he came out she had a robe on.

"OK," she said, "let's go down and get something to eat."

"Like this?" he asked. "I seem to remember leaving what little I was
wearing last night down in the living room."

"Oh, right. Here, put Bob's robe on."

It was after twelve when George and Mary sat down to eat at the dining
room table. Helen and Bob had finished the food she had brought up,
and she was sucking him to yet another erection. Tom and Patty were
just starting to regain consciousness.

As they woke up they each realized two things: they needed to go to
the bathroom super bad, and they were so sore they weren't sure they
were up to any more fucking today. You see, the night before they had
given a whole new meaning to the term 'multi-orgasmic'. They had
fucked for five hours straight. She must have come ten times an hour
for the whole night. No man would have had enough cum to keep up with
that pace, but Tom must have climaxed five or six times an hour, his
peter convulsing and trying to pour cum into Patty, whether he had any
more to give her or not. Even without cum the feeling was incredible,
with his cock jerking inside her and her cunt milking him for whatever
it could get. Jerk, squeeze, jerk, squeeze, jerk, squeeze, all night
long. Neither of them could get enough of the other.

But today, after relieving themselves, they decided a joint shower,
with plenty of kissing and fondling, was all they were up for. That
and some food.

Tom realized he had the same problem Bob and George had discovered
earlier, nothing to wear. Patty's husband was ten inches taller and
eight inches bigger around than he was. [No, no, silly, I mean his
waist, not his cock.] So Patty made a trip down to retrieve Tom's swim
trunks. She saw her husband sitting in the dining area with Mary, but
they were making out like crazy and didn't see her.

She took the trunks up to Tom and suggested he get some food and bring
it up to avoid the embarrassment of her coming up on George at an
inopportune time.

Tom wasn't sure he could look Patty's husband in the eye, but he did
manage a nonchalant, "Hello, folks," as he went by them to the
kitchen, and a nod in their direction as he returned.

About that time Tom also became very much aware of the man he hadn't
seen, and that it was Bob. So Bob must have been with Tom's wife last
night. He wondered fleetingly how they had made out, but knew there
was no way they could have matched the night he and Patty had had.

By the time Tom and Patty had eaten, Helen had managed to bring Bob to
raging readiness again, and Tom and Patty got to listen to a
mind-blowing fuck in the next room. Then silence, followed by the
sounds of a shower, and a bit later a door closing and footsteps
passing outside their door. They looked at each other.

"I guess it's time to face the music," she said, and he nodded.

They arrived in the dining area shortly after the second pair of
lovers and found everyone standing around with faces turned down as
they greeted each other. No one seemed capable of looking at anyone
else's eyes. Bob decided to take the initiative.

"Look, folks, last night was totally unexpected, but it had better not
mean the end of our marriages."

Everyone nodded, eyes still looking down.

"I suggest we all spend some quality time this afternoon and tonight
with our spouses."

That was definitely not what Mary had had in mind, and she felt a
surge of resentment at her husband for suggesting it. But then she
realized he was right.

The afternoon was spent as couples, talking, some angry accusations,
and some struggles working through jealous reactions. No sex,
incidentally. They all got together for dinner, with at least polite
smiles all around, and people could look at each other's eyes again.
After dinner everyone retired to their own rooms, where snuggling
seemed a lot more important than sex, though there was some of that
for each of them before falling asleep.

The next morning was Friday, and by the time they came together for
breakfast they could almost pretend that they were all just good
friends again.

But then Helen dropped what turned out to be something of a bombshell.

"You know, I feel like we are all trying to pretend that nothing
happened Wednesday night, but it did. We've all talked this through as
couples now, but I feel like we also need to talk things out with the
person we spent that night with."

She looked around the table and saw hesitant, but affirmative, nods.

"Maybe we should 'revisit the scene of the crime' this morning and get
everything out in the open."

"You mean go to the same bedrooms where we spent that night? I'm not
sure that's a good idea," Mary put in.

"Well, yes, but I wasn't thinking of an open-ended time," Helen
replied, "just maybe an hour or so."

Everyone looked at their spouses, then at their Wednesday night
lovers, then back at their spouses again. After a bit of heel dragging
they all agreed.

"OK," Tom said, "right now it's a little after nine thirty. Are we
going to agree to be back no later than ten thirty?"

"Let's make it eleven."

"Eleven it is."

All hesitation evaporated as soon as they were back in the rooms with
their lovers. They each said something to the effect of, "I didn't
want to admit it out there, but I was dying to be here alone with you
again."

But to tell the truth there was a lot more action than talk. They knew
their time was limited, and they really, really wanted to make the
most of it. Tom and Patty wasted no time getting started on another
multi-orgasmic marathon. Helen started coming as soon as Bob drove his
long, long shaft deep into her. He had to keep reminding her to keep
quiet; after all they were supposed to be talking, not fucking. Mary
tore off her jeans and panties and spread herself on the bed. She
absolutely had to have George's monster cock inside her again.

The eleven o'clock deadline was very difficult for all of them to
keep, but they managed it, even smoothing the beds first so their
husbands wouldn't know what they had been up to. Keeping their
emotions out of their faces so their spouses wouldn't suspect was even
harder.

But the one thing they all failed totally at was controlling how horny
they felt. After the Wednesday night binge, and near total abstinence
Thursday, an hour wasn't nearly enough to satisfy any of them. When
someone suggested the spa after lunch they all jumped at the idea. No
one even had to suggest a sitting order. They all went automatically
where they had been on Wednesday, with spouses opposite each other,
and each gal's lover on her left.

Once again it was Helen who made the next suggestion.

"Why don't we all strip. It's not like we haven't seen each other
naked this week, and naked is the best way to be in a spa."

There were some titters from the other gals, but the guys thought it
was a great idea, and secretly their wives did too.

Once their cocks and pussies were exposed, it was George who boldly
proposed, "All right now, ladies, just for old time's sake, sit
straddle on the lap of the guy to your left."

That put everybody with their Wednesday night lover, and if they
thought they were horny before, rubbing bare cocks against bare
pussies made them twice as horny. Soon the constant sloshing of the
water from gyrating pelvises was unable to drown out the rising moans.
All three guys began to worry that they might squirt their cum right
up through the water.

"Stop!" ordered George, as Tom had on Wednesday night. "Go back to
your places, girls."

Then when they were seated again he added, "Now sit straddle on the
lap of the guy on your right."

This was something new. And, they all decided quickly, something very
exciting. Everyone was kissing passionately, wildly, as the women
rubbed their pussies up and down, up and down the sides of these
unfamiliar cocks. What, they were all thinking, if no one said Stop?

Helen was rubbing her clit against George's monster thinking, "God, I
want to fuck so bad!"

Patty was sliding her pussy all the way to the tip of Bob's long rod
thinking, "Is this thing for real? I want to feel how deep it can go
inside me."

Mary didn't stop when she got to the end of Tom's pecker. She let the
tip slip past her clit and down to her fuck hole. Then she started
back down again, and it obligingly went inside!

"Stop," George said, "stay where you are, but don't move a muscle."

In point of fact, all of the ladies were shivering with passion and
anticipation, and none of them could stop that, but they did stop
moving up and down.

"I've been wondering," George went on, "what it would be like to make
love with the woman on my lap right now, and it struck me that some of
the rest of you might be having similar thoughts. So, on a scale from
0 to 5, how would you react to the thought of making love with the
person you are with right now, where 0 means no interest at all, 1
means slightly curious, 2 means mildly interested, 3 means definitely
interested, 4 means you are really turned on by the idea, and 5 means
you are so hot for it you are about to come right now."

"I'll start," he went on, "and rate it a 4." Then, turning to his
left, "How about you, Bob?"

"I'll also say 4."

"Your turn, Tom," Tom's cock was still buried deep in Mary's cunt, and
he simply blurted out, "5!"

"Well, that takes care of the men," George continued. "Your turn,
Helen."

"Oh, I'd say 4," she shivered.

He looked at his wife. "Patty?"

She thought about Bob's long, long cock and wanted to say 4, but
decided to underplay it.

"A good strong 3."

"And finally, Mary?"

Her cunt was already contracting around Tom's cock, and she knew the
real answer was 5, but she fudged it.

"Oh, definitely 4!"

"So," George grinned, "our average is 'really turned on' and the
lowest response is 'definitely interested'. I think we'd better go for
it. It's not like we've never done anything like this before."

I'm not sure anyone even heard his last sentence. Water had already
started sloshing loudly around three pairs of bodies, and everyone's
thoughts were focussed on how much they needed to fuck.

Patty lifted her body high out of the water and Bob reached down and
pushed his long shaft under it. She sank down on it with a passionate
scream.

Helen grabbed George's huge monster, so big she couldn't reach around
it, and shoved it brute force past her clit and into her waiting
cavern.

Tom and Mary were already pounding against each other at a furious
rate, and they both came only moments later. But they stopped only
long enough to catch their breath, then started up again.

The spa echoed for the next hour with climax after climax. Then with
whispered queries of, "Wouldn't you like to come upstairs with me?"
they slipped off in pairs with their new lovers.

Dinner that night was surreptitious trips to raid the refrigerator by
pairs of naked lovers, and the fucking went on well into the night
until they all fell into an exhausted sleep. It was a good thing they
got some sleep, because the next day they were going to have to pack
up and drive home.

When morning came they all showed up for breakfast in their birthday
suits. Everyone hugged and kissed their spouse, and the main topic of
conversation was where and when they could all get together again. The
vote was five to one for an all-nighter next Friday night. But Patty
said she would probably have to beg off because of her period.

In the end Tom and Helen agreed to get together with George and Patty
that very night, "before it was too late for Patty."

('Wow, two nights in a row with that hunk! I can't believe my luck,'
Helen thought.)

Mary had to beg off because she was sure her period was starting, so
she and Bob made tentative plans for a wild night the next weekend
with Tom and Helen. Everybody knew that their life from here on out
was going to be "fucking fantastic."