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Ski vacation (Swinger, Group)

That was fun! I hadn't skied in years. I was wet, sore, and starting to feel a slight chill from the falling temperature, but I was in high spirits. Our rented cabin was a bit of a trek through the crunching snow. It was actually more of a small Chalet, that my buddy Kent had traded time-share points to get for that weekend. This was something he and I had been planning for months, a surprise for the girls. The final piece fell into place when Kent's parents agreed to take Kent and Janet's kids for the three-day weekend. In the distance I could see the lights shining in the two story A-frame structure we'd arrived at earlier this morning. The bulk of the day had been spent drinking, skiing, drinking, playing in the snow, and more drinking. My wife, Anne, and I are pretty close to Kent and Janet. There's a lot more playful touching and affectionate kissing than I think there is between most couples. Today was no different, of course. During our trek across the snow, very suggestive innuendo and some pretty bold groping ensued, especially between Kent and my wife. There was a bit between Janet and me, too, though I usually behaved myself more than Kent did.

We reached the cabin, stamping the snow off our feet as Kent opened the door. We piled our gear just inside. "Who needs a drink?" Kent asked. "Something warm for me." My wife answered. Kent grabbed her; playfully molesting her "I got something warm for ya, Baby." He's an incorrigible flirt, and Anne always played right along with him. She hiked one of her long, lovely legs around his waist, and ground her pussy through her jeans against his hip. "Get a room, you two", was Janet's only comment as she headed to the kitchen area. She had mentioned fixing us a light meal upon our return. Anne disengaged from Kent to go help, and he followed to make good on the drinks. "I'll get the fire going while you do that." I announced.

The large fireplace dominated the main room. It was located somewhat in the center, dividing the larger living room from the kitchen to the left rear and the bathroom to the right rear of the cabin. On the far right wall, a stairway led to the lofts over both the smaller rooms. These were the two bedrooms. Behind the cabin, between the two arms formed by the kitchen and bathroom was a small, enclosed deck with a hot tub. The deck was accessible from doors in both the kitchen and bathroom. The entire interior was done in varnished pine.

The fire proved to be an easy chore, the blaze was beginning to radiate heat throughout the room. By then, Kent had also finished concocting Hot Toddies, heavy on the Rum, as usual. Anne and Jan were already sipping theirs while preparing dinner. Kent brought me one, clinking glasses with me. "Life is good." he said. "It sure is, Buddy!" I replied. We admired the women in the kitchen for a moment. "To lovely ladies." I toasted. Anne smiled and blew me a kiss, mouthing the words "I love you". Jan saw her do this, and padded towards me in stocking feet. Jan is a beautiful woman. The youngest of us all, she maintains a gorgeous figure even after two children. "I love you, too." She said, and kissed me on the lips. Not the usual peck, either. This was a little more serious than anything before. I enjoyed it, and kissed her back. Janet's tongue darted in my mouth. This drew whoops from both Anne and Kent. The alcohol was beginning to take effect, prompting Kent to animatedly "help" Anne with meal preparation. Of course this meant lots of grinding his crotch against her lovely ass, and cupping her tits through her sweater. Jan and I finished our lingering kiss. As she stepped away, she gave me a look, and a provocative arching of her eyebrows.

We had known them as a couple for over five years. Kent and I go back more than ten, from our service in the Army together. Flirting had always been a regular part of our relationship with Kent and Janet. Early on it had been just playful words and occasional touching. After a year or so, kissing upon greeting and parting became normal. Once, after a bit of drinking, we even played strip poker. I enjoyed this as much as the others, though nothing more than getting naked happened. Then about two years ago, they inadvertently discovered we had a little secret:

Anne and I were Swingers.

We had talked about it at length, and everything about our relationship with them remained the same, except for one thing. I was always a bit more conservative when joking around with Janet, lest she misinterprets my actions and a strain on the relationship occurs. Kent had always maintained some interest in swinging, but as long as Janet seemed uninterested, Anne and I agreed we would never raise the subject with them. This weekend was certainly different. In the past, at Kent's instigation, Janet had flashed me her terrific tits. Almost exclusively when she was drunk, and always very briefly. Today, however, I had seen those wonderful C-cup sweater-puppies four times. Anne was even surprised. She mentioned a few times that Jan was really being very playful.

Even now, the pleasantly unusual behavior continued. Kent had noted that the snow had soaked our clothes beneath the discarded skiwear, and was trying to coax the girls out of their wet things. Anne, as big a flirt as Kent, cooperated by shedding her bulky sweater and wet jeans. Now clad in only her thong and a tank top, she was a picture of loveliness. I was bewildered, but pleased at the turn of events. Jan was setting the table when she noticed how little Anne suddenly had on, as my wife placed the salad and casserole bowls on the table.

"My clothes were wet." Anne said with an innocent shrug.

"Well, mine are wet, too." Jan said, almost a challenge. Jan was looking at Anne's erect nipples poking through the thin material of the white tank top.

"Get 'em off!" Kent roared. "No wet clothes on the furniture, I'm renting here."

Kent began pulling off his shirt. I thought Jan was going to get annoyed, which concerned me, because I really was enjoying this. Janet just grabbed the hem of her shirt, and in one swift move pulled it off over her head. She tossed the wet shirt to her husband, then unbuttoned her jeans and wriggled out of them. Not wanting to be different, I was soon in my underwear, too. Both women looked quite lovely by the bright glow thrown off by the fireplace. Like Anne, Jan's attire was damp, and her nipples were clearly visible through the bra. I could also make out the dark patch of fur through her wet panties. I grinned at my wife as we clustered around the small dinette table.

During the course of our meal, the conversation became more and more sexually explicit. Kent was the main instigator, of course, followed closely by Anne. But now, Janet was beginning to take more of a role in encouraging them, too. Then Jan noticed Anne had spilled on her front, right about her nipple, and pointed it out to everyone. Kent leapt from his chair and rushed to Anne. He bent his head and lapped away the spot on her tank top, playing with her nipple through the material with his tongue as he did. That had been the most blatant contact I had ever seen between them. Then Anne said, "I think it soaked through" and lifted her shirt, exposing one erect nipple. Down went Kent again, this time smothering her entire breast with his mouth. Just as quickly, he jumped back to his seat. Though comical, it clearly paved the way for greater intimate contact. No sooner had Kent sat down, than he deliberately dropped a morsel into his own lap.

"Honey, would you get that, please?" He said to Jan.

Janet smiled slyly, and then seductively slid out of her chair to the floor beneath the table. Kent made a big production as his wife's head obviously came into contact with his lap. He pushed his chair back from the table, a supremely satisfied smile on his face. I could see the top of her head bobbing gently, as if she was actually giving him head. Curious, I leaned over to look. Sure enough, Jan really had his cock out of his underwear and in her mouth. Anne glanced across at me and shrugged, as if to say, "Whatever happens, happens." Janet sucked her husband's cock while under the table for maybe a minute, and with a loud slurp, stopped. Kent immediately complained she wasn't through, but Janet promised, "I'll finish you off later, for dessert".

Janet was visibly flushed, not so much embarrassed as excited. Anne was the next one to up the ante. She got out of her seat and stood behind Kent. Pretending to be a concerned, she tied her cloth napkin around his neck like a bib, deliberately rubbing her stiff nipples across his shoulders as she did. Looking over his shoulder into his lap, she cooed, "Oh my, your penis is waving at me. We can't have that at the table, now, can we?" Anne reached out her hand and grasped Kent's erection, pumped his shaft a few times, and then tucked him back into his underwear. As Anne moved away to her own seat, Kent patted her nearly bare bottom and snapped her thong.

"Oh, Kent", she said in her husky Marilyn Monroe voice. "You're a naughty boy. You'll have to be punished later".

"Oh, Baby, you don't know how bad I can be!" he replied, laughing.

Jan chimed in, "Lee's not being bad. He's being a good boy, eating quietly."

"Yeah, Lee is being a Good Boy!" Kent said, mock accusingly.

"Why is Lee being so good?" My wife asked, sweetly.

"I'm plotting... Something diabolically bed, I mean Bad." I said, imitating Dr. Evil, including the pinky to the lip sneer.

They all cracked up at my Freudian slip. Jan said, "Is that a promise?"

Suddenly I realized everyone was looking at me rather expectantly, as if it were my turn to push the envelope. I looked around the table hurriedly, intending to stay with the food theme. The salad contained sliced olives. Perfect! I plucked a round, black circle from my plate. Holding it between my thumb and forefinger, I peered through the hole at Janet. I looked her over, as if performing an examination, before I focused on her breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible through the damp material. I leaned across the table and hooked one finger in the right cup on her bra, and slowly pulled it down. Jan pushed her breasts at me, and one of her perfectly formed tits fell into my hand. I glanced at Kent and Anne.

"Bad enough, yet?"

"Not yet." Murmured Kent.

He and Anne both were grinning in anticipation. I hefted the weight of her warm fleshy melon in my hand, then I took the olive and tried to place it over Janet's nipple, but her bra kept getting in the way. Jan sighed with feigned exasperation, reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, and shrugged it into her lap. Unhindered, I proceeded to place the olive over her nipple, only to discover the hole was too small. I broke it in one place and finally wrapped the small ring around her nipple. Jan stood and let her breasts sway invitingly.

"Look Honey, a nipple ring!" she announced to everyone.

Jan came closer to me, putting her arm around my shoulders and pressing her lovely tits into my face. I couldn't take anymore teasing, and I turned and flicked the olive into my mouth with my tongue, and then sucked her nipple between my lips. I fluttered my tongue across it rapidly; much in the way I do with Anne, something that will make her come. Jan hugged my head to her breast and murmured, "Mmm...that feels good. Don't stop."

I didn't either. Without looking at Anne or Kent, I kept teasing her nipple until she began breathing heavy. I thought maybe I had gone too far, so I let go of her. Jan seemed a bit disappointed that I had stopped. So did Kent and Anne. Janet slid back into her chair and resumed eating. She made no effort to retrieve her bra from the floor, remaining deliciously topless. Janet closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the heat from the fireplace.

"The heat feels good on my bare skin." Jan said aloud. She opened her eyes, looking at Anne, daring her. My wife didn't hesitate a second. Anne tossed off the tank top while still sitting in her chair. Kent and I whooped loudly. Then Anne stood up, a wicked smile on her lips, as she stared at Jan. Anticipating what (I hoped) was coming, Janet stood as well. Anne hooked her thumbs under the thin straps of her thong. Jan did the same with her sheer panties. Like an Old West showdown, both women maneuvered for a quick strip as Kent and I eagerly watched. The table was positioned close to the fireplace; the bright glow highlighted both of their lovely bodies.

Anne is tall and thin. She is smaller busted and smaller hipped than most women, but still has the perfect curves for her frame. Anne is often described as "Legs up to her neck", much like Julia Roberts. My wife is beautiful as well, with long, full-bodied auburn hair and pretty hazel eyes. A dazzling smile and youthful personality combine to make most people believe her to be twenty-five rather than forty.

Janet is younger by eight years and fuller figured. Her C-cup breasts swung seductively while her hands hovered anxiously to jerk her panties from her firm, rounded hips. Jan has pale, almost alabaster skin and medium length, curly black hair. Long lashed eyes that at the moment glittered wickedly accentuated her heart shaped face. Anne and I have often likened her to a Greek goddess.

Suddenly, Anne jerked her thong down to mid thigh, and in a flash, stepped out of it. Jan attempted to do the same, but lost her balance and fell back, bare bottomed, onto her chair. Anne twirled her thong on her finger triumphantly, before letting it fly at Kent's' head. He caught them just as her flimsy garment hit his cheek. Kent surprised no one by bunching them in his hand and inhaling deeply the heady scent of my wife's pussy. Kent leaned conspiratorially towards me, whispering loudly enough for all to hear, "They're still wet, must be me."

Anne stood with hands on her hips and feet apart, fully nude before him. Her shaved pussy, bare save for a perfectly trimmed "welcome mat", was displayed for his viewing enjoyment.

"You win, this time." Jan muttered playfully.

I watched as she drew her knees to her chest and seductively peeled her panties all the way off. I had a terrific view of her pussy from my seat. Jan wasn't shaved, but her pussy lips were clearly displayed through the sparse covering of soft hair. Jan stood and approached my chair again. She kicked at one leg of my chair with her small foot, indicating she wanted me to scoot it back. I did, and she immediately straddled my lap, draping her panties across my shoulder like a Stripper. Even though still confined within my briefs, there was no way Jan didn't feel my erection pressing her naked thigh. To my disappointment, she didn't stay long.

"You boys get to clean the table." Janet directed.

Anne added, "We'll be waiting in the hot tub for you when you're through."

"Bring more drinks." said Jan.

Kent and I sat grinning dumbly at each other, as Anne and Jan took their glasses and headed through the door to the hot tub, arms dr*ped around each other's shoulders. Jan poked her head back in a moment later, as we hurriedly gathered up the plates.

"Oh. Both of you." She said, wagging her finger in our direction. "Lose the underwear, too."

She watched as we quickly complied with her demand. Satisfied, Jan withdrew. While I haphazardly tossed dishes into the soapy water, Kent fixed everyone's favorite beverage. We could hear the girls laughing and giggling beyond the door, over the sound of the water jets. In a low voice, I said to Kent, "So...what's going on?"

"I dunno, what do you mean?"

"You know, the girls. The strip tease, the touching of the tits, you know...we've never gone that far before. Especially Jan." "Ah, yes...but we played strip poker that once." "Kinda cool, huh?"

"Yeah, but you both know we're in the 'Lifestyle'. I thought Jan was not into that."

Kent turned towards me, smiling broadly. "We've talked about it, off and on."

"...and?" I asked, expectantly.

"Well, Jan told me not to make plans, but if the situation was right, she might."

"What does that mean, you and Jan want to...you know... with us?"

"Don't you?"

"Of course I would! But I thought Jan..."

"She's been giving it some thought. She said she'd like to give it a try sometime, she just never said when. Why, is there a problem?" Kent asked.

"No, definitely not with me. It's just that Anne doesn't want to ruin a great friendship." I explained.

"Aren't you good friends with the other couples, the ones you never let us to meet?"

I pondered that a moment "Good point. Besides, Anne does seem to be grabbing your dick a lot, tonight."

"Of course, I have that affect on all women." He observed, dryly.

I chuckled. "No, I mean tonight she's really going after you. I wonder if she has something planned."

"Hey, I noticed my wife impaled herself on you a few minutes ago. I think Jan has ideas, too."

"Does that bother you?"

Kent looked thoughtfully at me for a moment, and shook his head. "Not with you, it doesn't."

"Thanks, buddy." I said, then added: "Hey, wait a minute. Is that because you think she won't like it, or..."

Kent threw his hands up defensively. "No, not that, though I am very confident..."

The door flew open and Anne stepped in, dripping wet and mouth-watering nude. "Hey!" She snapped teasingly. She shook her nearly empty glass at us. "Hurry the fuck up, will ya?" She teased. She ducked back out, pulling the door shut behind her.

Kent and I exchanged grins again. The dishes where done enough, and the drinks ready. We were naked, and still sporting decent erections. Hot, horny women awaited us beyond the door. I had one more question; "So, are we all up to the same room, full swap thing, or what?" I asked him.

"We'll see. I am. We're both fixed, so that's no problem. I dunno, I'd kinda like to watch you and Jan, if that's OK."

"Sure. I love watching Anne with someone. I know she'd love to with you! We just need to keep them in the same room."

"OK, Buddy. Let's see what happens!" He clinked his beer to mine.

I grabbed the door for him, as he carried both our wives' drinks, too. Jan and Anne were sprawled on opposite sides of the tub; arms spread wide, hands holding the edge behind them. Their breasts floated just above the bubbling water for our eyes to behold. It was a smaller tub, four people would be a close fit, but that was perfect for this evening. Kent entered the foaming water and handed both women their drinks. Vodka and Dr. Pepper for Anne, a margarita for Jan. Kent was standing on the last step. His cock stuck straight out, a few inches above the water. He lingered there a moment, purposefully giving the girls a chance to admire his equipment, which of course they both did. If I had any concerns about the mood wearing off on either of the women, they evaporated as soon as I entered the tub across from Kent. I started to sit down, Janet said "Wait, don't sit yet."

Kent and I looked down at her, wondering which of us she was talking to. She looked up at us.

"I want you both to stand there a minute." Jan peered intently at her husbands' penis for a moment, and then leaned over to examine mine. She got very close, so close wisps of her hair brushed my cock. As she studied us, she was gliding around the tub. She ended up sitting next to Anne, and began speaking to her as if Kent and I weren't there.

"They look pretty much the same to me. You've seen a lot of them, what do you think?"

Anne gasped in mock horror "I have not!" she protested.

Jan chided her, "Yes, you have too." Janet teased.

Kent and I sat beside our wives, Kent by Anne, me by Jan.

Anne took another swallow, finishing off her first glass.

"I have not seen that many." She stated firmly.

"How many?"

"Just a couple." Anne insisted.

Janet persisted. "How many?"

Anne said "I don't know, I don't keep score." Anne looked at me emphatically, knowing I kept a notebook of our "hobby".

Jan and Kent both looked to me, raising their eyebrows inquisitively.

"Oh, Jeez." I muttered, trying to remember. "About twenty, twenty-one, I guess."

"No way!" Anne slapped me lightly on the shoulder. "A dozen."

"Mmm, fourteen since we started." I suddenly remembered.

"OK, fourteen, but not twenty." Anne admitted with a smile.

"...not counting the guys that were blowjobs only." I added. Anne rolled her eyes at me.

"I thought you guys had slept with fifty or sixty people, or couples, whatever." Said Jan.

"Hundreds, thousands of people." Kent roared, laughing.

"No, we're very selective. Besides, we pretty much just play with the same couples, now." Anne told him.

"Nobody new, lately?" Janet asked her, sweetly.

"Not lately, but...you never know." Anne replied, and then made a sidelong glance towards Kent beside her.

"Yeah, Baby!" Kent shouted.

Janet resumed her interrogation of Anne.

"So, are they all pretty much the same?"

Anne seemed embarrassed for a brief moment, and then bravely replied;

"Basically, yeah. Most guys aren't as thick as Lee." She looked at me.

"Sweetheart, you're the Outtie for my Innie." She often tells me that.

"Some guys are longer, but not as thick." She continued. "There was a short, really thick guy once. The guys with really huge dicks aren't getting near me. Uh-uh!"

"Are these guys big, or average?" Janet asked.

"I don't know, I'm not an expert!" Anne told her, slightly exasperated. Jan seemed a bit taken aback by this, but then Anne offered, "I don't really look at them; I just put them in me, or in my mouth." She giggled. They both laughed.

Anne and Janet were leaning close, speaking in almost conspiratorial whispers. Kent and I had to get quite close to the girls to hear them, fascinated by their conversation. My hand rested on Jan's upper thigh, my fingers brushing the soft hair of her pussy. Kent had one arm dr*ped about Anne's shoulders. At first, his hand merely rested on Anne's breast, but soon his fingers sought out her right nipple, and began teasing and tweaking it. Anne loves having her nipples played with, and her breathing became more labored. Emboldened by Kent's actions, I turned so I was pressed up against Janet's back, my erection touching her. I moved my hand ever so slowly, until my right index finger made contact with her clit. I started making slow circles on her, when she shifted her position. As if burned, I snatched my hand away from her pussy. Just as quickly, Jan caught my hand and very deliberately placed it back on her pussy, moving my hand to indicate she wished me to continue. Jan had shifted in order to press her bottom more fully against my stiff shaft. Anne was being a little more obvious, her arm sloshing in the water as she pumped Kent's hard on with her left hand. The girls continued their discussion on cocks.

"Does his feel the same as Lee's?" Chris asked her. Kent was beaming. He's very proud of his equipment.

"It feels nice and hard." Anne smiled over her shoulder at him, and kissed his cheek. "I think he might be a bit longer, though." Kent smiled triumphantly at me.

"...but Lee is definitely thicker." It was my turn for the Victors' grin.

Jan put her hand behind her, groping for my cock. Without ceasing my ministrations on her clit, I leaned back so she could get her hand around my shaft. My cock swelled at her touch. She pumped it a few times. Next, she ran her thumb and finger appraisingly over its dimensions.

"I think I'm just a bit numb from the tequila. I can't really tell, he feels pretty much the same as Kent."

"Here, try this." Anne turned and motioned Kent to stand up. She pushed him towards his wife with one hand on his ass. With her other hand on Jan's shoulder, she guided her mouth to Kent's hard cock. Janet opened her mouth, and his cock disappeared inside. As Jan was licking and sucking him, Anne scooted around them and motioned me to stand beside him. Kent and I glanced knowingly at each other, grinning like kids at Christmas. We clinked bottles again. Anne glanced up at us and shook her head, but smiled. Anne let Jan continue with Kent a moment longer, then placed her hand on Jan's shoulder and said, "Now try Lee."

Jan pulled back from Kent, and gazed up at him. They stared at one another a moment, then Kent tilted his head slightly in my direction. Janet dropped her head to his prick and gave him one more loving suck. Before her lips even left his shaft, her right hand grasped my cock around the base. Without looking up at me, she examined my cock closely. She rubbed me against her cheek, letting the tip of my prick brush her lips. Movement to her left distracted her for a second. A quick glance told that it was Anne taking a position on her knees before Kent. Looking down, I watched Janet swallow my cock at nearly the same instant that Anne's sweet lips engulfed Kent's. My eyes darted back and forth between Anne and Janet. Both women fascinated me. I had long fantasized about Janet's beautiful lips on my cock. I was equally enthralled watching my wife perform such an intimate act upon another man, especially my best friend. Jan and Anne glanced at each other several times; I could see Anne smiling around a mouthful of Kent's cock. Both girls giggled to each other.

At roughly the same time, Kent and I were both puzzled by what to do with our hands. Swinger's etiquette dictates that you check with the other guy beforehand whether or not his wife likes to have her head held while she's giving a blowjob. I had neglected to ask, and Kent wouldn't have known to tell, but intuitively he knew that just grabbing her wasn't the right thing to do. I caught his attention, and mimed for him to go ahead and use his hands to gently guide her head. Anne is more of a "licker", playing her tongue around the tip of the penis, and then licking all around the shaft. Kent pantomimed in return that I should place my hands on his wife's shoulders. Jan gave more of a "sloppy" blowjob, moving her head a lot, and trying to get my cock as far down her throat as she could.

Despite the cold air, Kent and I thoroughly enjoyed our blowjobs. Every so often, one or the other woman would look up to make eye contact with the man she was blowing, and then do the same with her husband being blown. The women sucked, slurped, licked and teased our cocks for what seemed an hour. It was probably more like ten or fifteen minutes, but nobody was looking at a watch. Though Jan's technique was excellent, Anne is truly an expert. Kent was the first to start making little noises in his throat. Anne redoubled her efforts, while Jan continued her leisurely pace. Soon, Kent was visibly distressed, valiantly trying to delay his pending orgasm. He tried to slow her down, but Anne merely batted his hands away and clutched him tighter. Anne's antics and Jan's determined rhythm were having the desired effect on me as well. Kent was waving his arms wildly now, as if trying to maintain his balance.

His knees buckled, and with a loud groan, he staggered backwards to lean on the edge of the tub. Anne followed him, her lips sealed tightly about his shaft, catching every spurt he pumped into her mouth. With one small hand pumped his cock, the other clutched his buttocks. Anne squealed with pleasure, swallowing his come in audible gulps. Anne loves the feel of a cock exploding in her mouth, filling her cheeks with warm, salty fluid. Anne pulled her head back a bit, and held the head of Kent's cock an inch away from her open lips. She made a circle with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed him around the base, just in front of his balls. My wife extended her tongue and drew her fist towards her open, waiting mouth. Instead of the expected drop or two, she received a good spoonful that spattered her cheek below one eye. Anne lunged forward to swallow him again. I could see her throat working, as she swallowed more of him. Kent let out a final, "Aaahhh!" and sank into the bubbling water. Anne turned and grinned at me, her face painted with Kent's sperm. I guess I didn't need to mention to him it's polite to ask first before coming in her mouth.

I, however, hadn't asked him how Jan felt about anyone coming in her mouth, so I quietly whispered to her, "I'm gonna come."

"Uh-huh, go ahead." She mumbled through a mouthful of my cock.

I leaned into her, gently pushing her back to sit on the step. I released her shoulders and grasped the edge of the tub behind her. Janet placed both her hands on my ass, clutching me fiercely. Her mouth worked my cock furiously. I was slightly pumping my hips, fucking her mouth, when I froze, releasing burst of semen into her mouth. I think I caught her by surprise. She pulled back to swallow my first shot, and the second splashed her chin and cheek. She recovered swiftly, getting her mouth over my prick to gulp down the following spurts. My knees were shaking from the release. I stood there until she was finished with me, milking me with her thumb to let the last drop fall on her lower lip. Jan pressed her tongue to the tip of my penis, tasting me. I watched for several moments while Jan cleaned my cock, like a cat lapping cream.

I looked behind me. Anne and Kent were cuddling, watching us with broad smiles on their faces. Anne's full red lips still glistened with traces of his come.

Thoroughly spent, I settled into the tub, pulling Janet to me. She snuggled into my lap. Janet wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smearing the spatter of semen across her chin. She looked at the back of her hand, then at me, as she delicately licked away the come from her hand. We all sat there, speechless for several moments, grinning foolishly at one another. Kent leaned across to high five me.

"Whoa, just a minute. You two aren't done yet." Anne scolded.

"Yeah, it's our turn, now." Demanded Jan.

Again, Kent and I grinned at each other. "Might I suggest that you lovely ladies would be more comfortable in front of the fire?" I said.

Anne looked at her hand, already pruned from being submerged so long.

"That'll work." She said, climbing out of the tub.

Kent craned his head back to watch those long, lovely legs step from the tub, and then he quickly scrambled after her. Jan and I followed immediately.

Anne snatched towels from the pile on the chair, tossing one to each of us, then drying herself. It was certainly cold away from the warmth of the tub. Our teeth were beginning to chatter as we hurried inside.

The fire had died down from a blaze to glowing coals.

"I'll get it." I said, as I moved to the stack of cut wood beside the fireplace. While I stoked a few logs on the coals, Kent and the girls busied themselves making the floor more comfortable. He hauled the huge (imitation?) white bearskin rug closer to the fireplace. Anne and Jan stripped the furniture of cushions, pillows and blankets. The fire was already growing, illuminating the girls on their hands and knees as they arranged the cushions into comfortable piles. Kent dashed to the kitchen for refills on the drinks. He returned and passed them around. Anne accepted hers and sat on the warm, plush fur. She took several long gulps and set the glass aside, then reclined on the pillows behind her. Anne slowly, seductively drew her left knee to her chest, and bent her right knee outward and away. She placed her middle finger in her mouth, and sucked on it. She withdrew the glistening finger, and traced a wet trail along her body down to her pussy. My wife rubbed her clit momentarily, and then used two fingers to spread her pussy lips invitingly apart. Anne crooked her other finger at Kent, then pointed between her widespread thighs.

"I want to feel your tongue." She said in a breathy voice.

Kent sank to his knees between Anne's legs. He glanced at first at Jan, then me, before lowering his face to nuzzle Anne's bald snatch. Jan and I watched them for a moment or two before she took my arm and pulled me down on the rug beside them. Janet lay back on the rug, wriggled a bit to get comfortable, and gracefully raised her knees upward, spreading them to me. I lay flat before her, my face close to her furry treat. I curled my arms under her thighs and ran my nose upward through her downy bush. Jan purred her approval. Anne was already moaning softly beside us as my tongue delved into Jan's warm pussy. I lazily licked around her wet lips a while before seeking out her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I teased her at first; quick, sharp little licks that made her jump a bit. Jan soon tired of my game, and grasped my head firmly between her palms, forcefully holding my mouth against her pussy. My tongue now whipped rapidly back and forth across her clit. I was rewarded with a series of gasps that soon turned to deep, throaty moans. Anne was now fully into her cycle of orgasms. My wife is very, very multi-orgasmic, much to Kent's delight. Her loud cries filled the room, and her body writhed energetically on the white fur.

The girls lay with their heads at opposite ends of the rug, which put Kent and me elbow-to-elbow, parallel to each other. Now and then we glanced up from pleasuring each other's wives to flash a satisfied grin, acknowledging our good fortune. Presently, I snaked my left hand up along Janet's supple form to fill my palm with her soft, ample breast. Her nipple was stiff to my touch. Not as large as Anne's were, nevertheless an indicator of her pleasure. Jan was bucking and grinding her hips now. Though she was slower to reach orgasm than Anne, I sensed an earthquake growing within her, as small trembling spasms came closer together. I tried to motion with my head for Kent to play with Anne's nipples, something she dearly loves, but Jan clutched my skull too tightly to do more than move my eyes. Kent's eyes narrowed in confusion, not understanding my meaning. With my free hand, I grabbed his right wrist and moved it towards Anne's lovely, pert tits. In doing so, I turned slightly on my left side, allowing my stiff erection to spring free from beneath me. Anne had been alternately pulling Kent's hair and ears, and caressing my bottom, back and thighs. She had been touching me when I turned, so her hand slipped and made contact with my hard cock.

At first Anne was content merely to pump my shaft within her fist. I had Janet on the verge of coming, and paid little heed when my wife began gently tugging at me. Jan started to thrash about, rhythmically at first, when suddenly she convulsed violently, clamping her thighs tightly against my head. An intense shudder coursed through her body, startling me. I stopped licking for a few seconds, until she relaxed a bit. Her juices flowed freely down my chin. As soon as she would calm down a bit, settling back into the fur, I'd tickle her clit once more with my tongue. This would trigger another orgasm in her. I kept doing this to her until she began to giggle, begging me to stop for a moment. Her pussy twitched against my lips as she gasped for breath.

Anne was now pulling insistently on my cock. I knew what it was she wanted: a cock in her mouth. Without changing the placement of my tongue on Jan's heated pussy, I scooted my hips towards my Sweethearts' waiting, open mouth. Now, with my cock sliding between her lips, Anne's squeals of delight were muffled significantly. This caused Janet to look curiously down between her heaving breasts at Anne. Smiling, her eyes locked with mine.

"Okay, more!" She demanded, and lay back down.

As I began licking her pussy again in earnest, her arms reached out to her husband's hips. Guessing what she was up to, I closed my eyes again and immersed myself in the pleasure of her succulent pussy on my tongue, and Anne's gifted mouth on my cock. Jan was now noisily slurping away on Kent's shaft.

Shortly, I began to feel a slight pain. With my lower body twisted to the left for Anne, and my upper body turned right to accommodate Jan, I was extremely uncomfortable. I gently disengaged from the others, intending to explain that we needed to move, but I realized in an instant that they all were thinking the same thing. Hurriedly, we rearranged ourselves in a circular fashion, and resumed our oral marathon. I was now in a better position to use my fingers on Jan. I also used my chin to increase the pressure and tempo on her clit. Jan was thrusting her hips against my face again, and I decided to see if Janet would enjoy a little anal intrusion as well. Wetting my index finger in her well-lubricated pussy, I slowly traced a path along the smooth flesh between her pussy and anus. Not getting any protest, I pressed the tip of my finger to her puckered opening. Without resistance, my finger slid in, just a little at first, but eventually I inserted the digit past the first knuckle. I used my finger as a small cock, fucking her ass gently. I could only imagine that Janet's senses were close to overload, with stimulation to her mouth, pussy, and ass.

Both girls were getting quite vocal now. I, too, was groaning ecstatically, as was Kent. Anne wanted my come, her sucking now concentrated on the head of my penis, something she knows always triggers an orgasm in me. I could feel pressure building within me.

I murmured "Mmm...hmmm." Over and over into Janet's flowing pussy, to let Anne know I was getting close. With an extended thrust, I released my semen into my wife's mouth, who greedily drank in down. While Anne sucked the remainder from my cock, I brought Jan off with a combination of tongue and fingers. Though not as intense as her first orgasm, her spasms lasted several moments. Though I wasn't able to discern it at the time, Kent later assured me his come was flowing down his wife's throat at nearly the same instant.

Anne, of course, had had at least a dozen orgasms since we changed positions. We were all momentarily exhausted from our pleasures. Panting heavily, and very thirsty, I staggered to my feet while the others remained tangled on the thick rug, which was damp and matted in several places. I knelt briefly, kissed my wife, then smooched Jan, and exchanged a "Fist Tap" with Kent, then rose and stumbled to the kitchen. Grabbing two huge glasses from the cupboard, I filled them with water from the pitcher in the refrigerator. I gulped a few swallows as I strolled back to the rug. I passed the glasses to the ladies, who gratefully accepted and drank thirstily.

"You just drank a gallon of my come, and you're still thirsty?" Kent asked, incredulously.

Both women laughed out loud, spraying water all over Kent. Jan shared her glass with her husband. I began rearranging the scattered cushions into more of something we could recline on. The others helped, and we were soon comfortably basking in the warmth of the fire. I noticed Kent must have tossed on a few more logs while I was getting the water.

"So, is that what it's like, with your other friends, I mean?" Jan inquired.

I considered her question a moment. "Yeah, pretty much."

"What do you do afterwards?"

"This. Sit around and talk...and recover." I said.

"Recover? How many times do you have sex?"

"Sometimes, we go for a few hours, off and on. It not always sex all night long. They're friends, too. Just like you two are." I explained.

"Tell me about 'a few hours', and the big parties, too." Kent asked, eagerly.

"Yeah, are you supposed to have sex with everybody, or what?" Janet wondered.

Anne cut in, "No, but Lee tries to." She grinned at me, and I playfully pinched at her nipple.

"Do not!" I protested. "The most I ever did was three in one night, and one was Anne." I told them.

Jan looked at Anne, and arched her eyebrows inquisitively. Anne ignored her, slightly embarrassed.

"C'mon, how many in one night?" Jan pressed the subject.

"Three." Anne blurted, giggling.

"Four." I countered.

Anne slapped at me playfully, denying she'd had sex with four men in one evening, until I named the three other guys and myself that enjoyed her favors that evening at the club a few years ago.

"You keep forgetting that Audrey brings her husband and her boyfriend to New Horizons." I reminded her. "Dave and Jen were three, and I was the fourth. But you actually have been fucked more than four times in one night. Mitch and Steve both fucked you a couple of times, Dave at least twice, and I fucked..."

"OK, OK! They get the picture!" She interrupted.

Kent and Janet chuckled as they snuggled together.

"Wow, you two really know how to party!" Kent said excitedly.

"You guys party pretty well, yourselves." Anne replied.

For the better part of the next hour, they asked Anne and I about our swinging experiences, which we both candidly related to them. They listened, fascinated, as we regaled them with stories about marathon sex, fabulous couples, disastrous evenings and spectacular parties. Even Janet seemed quite interested in our experiences with third and fourth couples participating. The conversation was also having a visible effect on both Kent and I. Anne had noticed my cock beginning to stir. At first, she used her hand to stimulate me. As soon as I became fully erect again, she bent her head to my lap, engulfing my cock in her wonderful mouth.

Kent and Janet watched with keen interest, but kept up their questioning. Occasionally Anne would pull my member from her lips long enough to elaborate on something I said, but for the most part concentrated on giving me exquisite head. Jan played with Kent's cock as I talked. She whispered something to Kent, which made him smile, and then she slid down to suck his cock, too. Kent and I continued talking, though our wives were increasingly distracting to both of us.

Anne rose from my lap.

"Sorry, I need you to stop talking now, and fuck me." She demanded.

She pushed me onto my back, straddled my waist, and with her hand, guiding my cock into her very tight, very wet pussy. My wife put on a rather erotic show for our hosts, tossing her hair and riding me enthusiastically. Kent obviously thought this looked like a good idea, and maneuvered his wife onto the rug beside me. Kent lifted Janet's ankles to his shoulders, and penetrated her receptive pussy in one practiced movement. Kent and Anne fucked Janet and I side by side for several long minutes. Several times they leaned towards one another, exchanging passionate kisses between them. Jan and I held hands, watching them.

I suddenly wanted to give my wife a better, deeper screwing. I held her hips to me and rolled her to my side. Without taking my cock from her, I straddled her left leg, placing her right over my shoulder. In this position, my favorite, I get the deepest penetration, plus the sensation of my balls sliding across her smooth thigh. Anne was on her side facing Kent and Janet. They followed suit, with Kent now straddling his wife's shapely right leg, her beautiful melons jiggling inches from my wife's equally lovely tits. We mirrored each other, both couples making love in tandem. I noticed Janet's gaze locked where my cock slid in and out of my wife's bald pussy. Then Jan made inquisitive eye contact with me, then Anne, then with her husband. I had a guess what she was thinking, and looked to Anne, who nodded her assent. I pulled out of my wife and swung my left leg back and away. Holding her right leg up by way of invitation, I motioned with my head for Kent to cut in. He slowed to a stop and dismounted his wife. Kent accepted Anne's ankle from my grasp and straddled her leg. My wife reached for his cock and guided him in. He was already thrusting vigorously into her when I approached Janet, who held her arms out to me. She cocked her leg back, allowing me access to her pretty pussy. Her sparse pubic hair was wet, plastered to her mound. I lay my glistening erection on her wet thigh and slid towards her pink folds. Her warm wetness enveloped my cock. I pushed deeper until out pelvises met, then I started thrusting slowly.

Wordlessly, Kent and I fucked each other's wife on the bearskin in front of the crackling fire. The women, by contrast, were moaning and screaming.

"Oh...God...Yes...Oh, fuck! Yesss, fuck me...oh yeah!"

"Oh, fuck...don't stop. Yes, fuck, yes, that feels good!"

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...yes, yes, yes!"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, yeah, ohhh...oh, God!"

"Make me come...please...yes...I wanna come."

"Oh, God! I'm coming. Yesss!"

Anne turned over on her knees and elbows. Getting fucked from the rear is her favorite position. With no encouragement needed, Jan and I copied them. Hands grasping their lovely hips, Kent and I pounded them both to a shuddering climax, amid wails of ecstasy from their lips. My remaining reserves of juice spilled into Janet's pussy. A moment later, Kent's groans signaled a similar deposit left in Anne clasping love box. Exhausted at last, we all collapsed, sprawling across the rug. Once we'd caught our collective breath, Anne suggested it was time for bed. I broke apart the fire while the others straightened the living room. Nude, we climbed the stairs to the lofts. After kissing each other's wives good night, Kent escorted Janet to the other bed in the other room. Anne and I snuggled beneath the thick comforter. In keeping with our normal custom after sex with another couple, Anne and I made love once more before drifting off to an exhausted sleep.

I woke to the smell of brewing coffee. I'm not a morning person, and unless there is an emergency, I will often doze for 15 to 20 minutes before actually getting out of bed. Besides, once I'm up, I really have to hit the bathroom, and I could hear someone showering in there. I heard shuffling from the next bedroom, then heavy bare footsteps moving past the end of the bed. The lofts were only closed on three sides; there was no wall to the inside of the cabin. There was a walkway with a railing connecting the two bedrooms. Heavy footfalls creaking down the staircase indicated it was Kent. I listened with my eyes closed to the morning light streaming in through the all-glass front of the cabin.

"Good morning. We've been waiting for one of you guys to get up and start the fire." I heard Anne say. It must be Janet in the shower, then.

"Good morning to you. I'll get right on it." Kent replied, rather cheerfully.

"Thank you, it's been chilly in here, see." She said, sweetly.

"I wondered about that. I thought you were just happy to see me." Kent chuckled.

"I'm always happy to see you."

I heard footsteps cross the floor towards the sound of Anne's voice.

"I'm happy to see you, too. Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"Very well, would you like some coffee?" She replied.

"I would, thank you."

A moment of silence, then Kent spoke again; "This is good, but I think you need more creamer." "Mmm, hmm." Came Anne's muffled response.

The conversation ended suddenly. Curious, I sat up quietly. I could see the back of Kent's head and bare shoulders silhouetted by the large picture window. He appeared to be standing in front of the loveseat at the front of the room. He was looking downward, but every few seconds his head would slowly roll back, then drop down again. Everything was silent now, except for the running shower and another, very familiar, slurping sound. I leaned toward the foot of the bed for a better view.

Kent was in fact fully nude, standing before my wife, who was curled up on the small sofa. He had one hand on his hip; the other clutched a large coffee mug. Anne, the magazine she'd been reading cast aside, was passionately sucking his cock. I shifted to a better position, laying prone, to spy on them. My morning hard on swelled beneath me. I watched them for several minutes. Kent alternated his admiring gaze between the beautiful view outside, and my beautiful wife before him. I noticed that Anne, too, hadn't bothered to put any clothes on this morning. Only a light blanket was dr*ped over her bare shoulders.

Anne's arm went around the back of his thighs, pulling him closer. She set the coffee cup down. Her mouth and hand worked feverishly on his stiff member. Kent had now lost all interest in the view outside, and was concentrating on Anne. His free hand moved to her head. Kent's head was lolling about, is if on the verge of coming, when Anne abruptly stopped.

"It's freezing in here. I want that fire going before you get any more." She said to him.

Kent wavered a moment, then obediently staggered over to the fireplace, his erection bobbing in front of him.

I couldn't hold off taking my morning relief trip to the john. The shower was no longer running, so now would be a good time. Swiftly I was out of bed. Naked, I bounded down the stairs, so fast my hard cock slapped noisily against my stomach a few times.

"Good morning, My Love. Did somebody wait too long to get up?" My sexy wife called out to me.

"Maybe." I dashed to my wife and pecked her on the cheek. "Love you, Baby. Be right back."

"Mornin', Kent. How was the coffee?" I grinned slyly at him.

Kent flashed me a thumbs up, smiling broadly.

I pushed through the slightly open door to the bathroom, only to discover Janet drying her hair. She had obviously just stepped out of the shower, as beads of water still dappled her delectably nude body. She looked up, surprised.

"Sorry, I need to..." I apologized.

Jan gestured toward to commode. "Go ahead, you're not showing me anything I haven't seen before." She grinned at me. "Though, it does seem a terrible waste of "morning wood."

I had to lean way forward over the bowl, but managed to begin my task without too much difficulty. Jan chatted with me while I finished.

"Pancakes for breakfast?" She asked.

"Sure." I replied. She watched intently as I shook myself dry.

"Bacon, or sausage?"

"Either, whichever one you prefer."

"I like bacon, but I much prefer sausage." Jan said, staring meaningfully at my own meat. I was partially deflated, but still formidably large.

I looked closely at Jan. Her face and breasts were flushed, and she was breathing heavily. A smile crossed my lips as it dawned on me.

"You were watching them, too, weren't you?" I accused.

Janet blushed slightly. "God, yes! Was that hot, or what?"

I glanced out the open door towards my wife, who was nonchalantly reading her magazine again. I could hear Kent still chunking wood into the fireplace.

"Listen, I'm thinking of hopping in the shower...you, uh, wanna join me?" I said, eyeing her wonderful figure.

"Not really. I just dried my hair, but..." she answered with that provocative smile again.

She turned and hopped her pretty bottom up onto the counter by the sink. As I closed with her, her arms encircled my neck and her ankles crossed behind my back. I lifted her slightly and pulled her closer to the edge. We both tried working my cock into her pussy, but either she wasn't quite wet enough or I wasn't fully hard enough yet. I pushed her legs away from my waist and dropped to my knees before her. Jan squealed with delight as my tongue began probing her delicious snatch. I'd only been lapping at her a moment when I heard Kent's voice from the open door.

"Ah, it seems you've found breakfast, I see." I glanced over at him just as he ducked out of the doorway. With a shrug, I went down on Jan again. Not only was licking her pussy getting her very wet, but listening to her whimpers of pleasure returned me to a rock hard state. Deciding that we were both ready to feel my cock inside her now, I stood again. This time I slid into her effortlessly. I asked Jan how long she had watched them. She told she'd heard someone come down the stairs and peeked out the curtain just as Kent walked up to Anne. She had stepped out and left the shower running to mask her approach to the door, and peeked in on them. I told her I watched them, because I got curious when they got quiet.

While we talked, I fucked her slowly with long, deep strokes.

I could hear the crackle and snap of the newly kindled fire, and a quick sideways glance revealed Anne nowhere to be seen on the love seat. I figured she was up to something with Kent, probably giving him his reward for starting the fire.

Watching Anne give Kent a blowjob really had Janet horny. She certainly was even more enthusiastic now than the previous evening, probably because she was over any apprehension she may have had. We were humping at a faster pace, now. Jan's hips rocked furiously to meet my thrusts. I was hoping to hold off until she came first, but I was getting really close to coming myself. Too late! With a low groan, my semen jetted into her. Jan continued to hump her pussy on me, and eventually made herself come before my softening prick was forced out of her pussy with a wet 'pop'.

Jan scooted off the sink. Sticky white cream was smeared all over the counter beneath where she'd been seated. More trickled down the inside of one lovely thigh. Janet picked up the towel she'd dried off with and wiped away the evidence of our morning encounter.

While we were cleaning up, I could hear Anne's very loud cries of pleasure from the other room. Obviously, they were not making pancakes. I started towards the door to watch, but Janet pushed me back towards the shower, saying, "They left us alone, now go take your shower."

Jan stayed and fixed her hair while I took a quick shower and shave. We chatted through the curtain with each other. A few times she gave me a little play by play of the action in the other room, based on the noise she heard. Listening to Janet describe my wife getting fucked by Kent was making me hard again, but I figured they'd be done before I got out. Sure enough, just when I shut off the water and threw open the curtain, Anne came rushing in with her hand clamped between her legs. She made straight for the tub, brushing past me as I held the curtain back for her. Kent's come dripped from her fingers as she pulled her hand away. More coursed down the inside of both thighs, running down her legs to the floor of the tub.

"Geez!" I exclaimed, "How many guys fucked you this morning?"

She giggled, "Just Kent, Silly!"

"Man, it's like batter running out of you." I observed.

"Kent comes a lot when he's really horny." Janet explained while doing her make-up. She pulled back the curtain a little and looked at Anne, "He's been really horny since last night. Woke me up twice for sex after we went to bed." Anne tugged the curtain shut on us. I started the water for her, standing out of the spray to let her rinse. Normally, Anne isn't much of a 'morning sex' person, but she seemed far more excited than usual this morning.

"I know what she means. It must be the altitude, or something. I'm really horny, too, ever since last night" said my wife.

Anne suddenly stopped washing and stared into my eyes.

"Really, really horny."

Then she kissed me, hard, her tongue snaking into my mouth. Her hand found my semi hard erection and began pumping it. Anne broke our kiss and fell to her knees in the tub, and her lips enveloped my shaft voraciously. I've learned to read my wife's desires by the way she gives head. A sudden, aggressive rush to get her mouth around me means she wants me to fuck her as soon as I'm hard enough. My beautiful wife had no trouble bringing back an erection in me. She stood and turned away, leaning her forearms against the wall. My Sweetie bent forward at the hips, thrusting her cute little bottom at me. She looked seductively over her shoulder at me, and parted her legs slightly by placing one foot on the edge of the tub. Gladly, I stepped up behind her, guiding my tool towards her lovely slit, still glistening with Kent's come. In an instant, my cock plunged deep into her well-lubricated pussy. Anne cooed contentedly, and placed her cheek against the cool tile while I banged her rather forcefully. She was turned just enough that I could see one of her cute, hugely erect nipples peeking around her ribs. What an incredible sight she was to me, God, how I love this woman!

We concluded our loving, leisurely fuck with Anne having another screaming orgasm. Since I had already showered, I was going to step out and let my wife finish. While drying off, in came Jan looking rather disheveled. She smiled pleasantly at me and headed into the shower with Anne. As she stepped in, I couldn't help but notice what appeared to be traces of fresh come spotting the backs of her shapely thighs. Man, I thought, Kent is a sperm factory this morning. I also considered peeking into the shower to see what the girls might be up to. But since I knew Janet was very undecided about the whole girl-girl aspect, I figured it best to stay out of that unless it happened in right front of me.

"Sweetheart, I'm going to see if Kent needs a hand in the kitchen. Love you." I called.

"Love you, too!" They both chorused, and then giggled.

I slung the towel over my shoulder and walked to the kitchen. It was a beautiful day outside. Partly cloudy, but the sun was shining on the snow-covered hills. The whole front part of the cabin was glass, affording an unlimited vista down the valley. It also occurred to me; the glass afforded an unlimited view into the entire cabin, save the bathroom when the door was closed. The windows in front were of the reflective coating type, looking like mirrors from outside, during the day. There were only three or four other structures in sight. All were similar to ours, being rather pricey looking mountain retreats. I had noticed light in a few of them last night, but none were actually close enough to really see well enough inside, except for the one directly across the only road leading up here. It was a light colored cedar cabin with large reflective bronze windows. In daylight I could only see the reflection of our side of the valley in them, including our cabin.

I pondered this while helping myself to a fresh cup of coffee. Kent was cheerfully bustling around the kitchen. I watched him with interest as he went from the skillet on the stove, to the electric griddle, then the toaster, and back. During one of these rounds he paused long enough to pour an inch of Yukon Jack into my coffee cup.

"So that's your secret." I said.

"Secret to what?" He asked, puzzled.

"The quart of come that poured out of Anne, and the second one you dumped in Jan."

"Uh-uh. I'll take credit for Anne, but Jan was already full when I got her." He took a step back, surveying his penis. "Gross, dude! Clean her up when you're done with her, will ya?"

"Sorry man, I thought she toweled off." I apologized.

We were both laughing now. Kent raised his mug to me. I chinked mine against his. "This has been quite the weekend, eh?" I said.

He rolled his eyes in my direction, "Holy shit, this is unbelievable. Did you guys plan this?"

"Plan this? No! Anne said to never bring it up with you unless you did. I thought you said you and Jan had planned this."

"I did? When?"

"Last night, before we went out to the tub."

"No, I said we'd discussed it. No plans though."

"Hmmm..." I mused, "D'ya think the girls planned this together?"

"Couldn't tell ya, but I'm not complaining, either." He replied.

"Yeah, guess it really doesn't matter whose idea this was."

"To the Ladies!" Kent said, raising his cup in a traditional Army toast.

"To our Lovely wives!" I responded with my own mug.

Kent went back to his cooking before something got burned. I took over the English muffins from him. While I buttered them, I noticed the SUV across the road backing down their driveway.

"Hey." I said to Kent. "I wonder if they could see in here last night?"

Kent thought for a moment, watching them drive slowly away. "I hope they enjoyed it if they did." "Hope who enjoyed what?" Anne asked, approaching with a towel wrapped around her lithe form.

"The neighbors." I said.

Kent pointed the spatula at her. "Hey, no clothes!"

Anne tossed her wet hair, ignoring him. "What about the neighbors?"

"We were just wondering if the neighbors could see our little orgy last night." I told her, as Kent advanced on her purposefully. She playfully dodged away from him.

Anne eyed the other home. "Yeah, they probably did. I hope they're not prudes."

"That's all we need, the cops showing up, to spoil the fun." Janet chimed in.

Jan came strolling into the kitchen. Unlike Anne, whose towel concealed everything, Jan had hers caught loosely around her hips, allowing those beautiful melons of hers to bounce freely. Janet picked up Kent's cup and took a long swallow. Kent and I were still completely naked, except for the one oven mitt Kent wore while chasing my wife around the dinette table. Breakfast was done and ready to serve. Janet noticed Kent had left the griddle on and unplugged it.

"What's that all about?" She gestured at the other two.

Anne was giggling uncontrollably as she continued to elude Kent around the table.

"Kent said no clothes." I glanced at Jan, then let my eyes drop to her towel, and raised my eyebrows inquisitively.

Janet sighed, "OK." She flipped her towel loose and rolled her eyes. She looked rather sexy with the towel at her feet.

Kent was trying to outmaneuver my wife. He shoved all the chairs to block the path between the table and the window, and then ran around the other side. He caught the hem of her towel as she tried climbing over the chairs. Anne clutched tightly at the towel as he peeled it away from her. Jan and I watched in amusement as he dragged her further into the living room. Each had an end of the towel, Kent with one hand, Anne with both. Anne planted her feet and pulled with all her might. Kent suddenly let go his end, sending her sprawling backward into a plush recliner. She landed in the seat on her back, her legs splayed in the air. Before she could recover, Kent was on her, his mouth clamped over her pussy. Anne giggled and tried halfheartedly to push him away.

"Stop, stop it!" She cried. "No more!"

Kent stopped kidding around, and suddenly got serious about eating her tasty peach.

"Kent, stop." He ignored her pleas.

"Quit it. Don't...stop, hmmm...yeah, OK, that feels nice."

She relaxed, enjoying his tongue delving her pussy. While we watched them, I filled Jan in on my observation of the cabin across the way.

"Ya know, when it's dark out, you can see right through these windows." I said, pointing across the road to the neighboring home.

"Yeah, but can they see over there?" She pointed to where we'd fucked each other last night.

"Well, they're a little higher than we are. I suppose so."

Janet shrugged, unconcerned. Our attention was focused more on the others. Anne was moaning softly again. I cocked my head at them, "So, you want a little of that, too?" I asked.

Jan narrowed her eyes at me. "Do I want to wha...?"

I think she misunderstood me, so I knelt quickly in front of her. She didn't resist when I turned her and pushed her back against the counter. I spread the folds of her pussy, brushing back the black, curly hair with my thumbs. I lifted my chin and stretched out my tongue, and probed her clit. Jan set the cup down and clutched my head in her hands.

Kent brought Anne off first. They were already rearranging the chairs around the table when Janet reached her own climax.

With everyone's sexual appetites sated for the moment, we finally settled down to eat before breakfast got too cold. Over pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and muffins we discussed plans for the day's activities. Whatever was decided upon, it surely would include more sex. We thought about just staying in and fucking the rest of the day, but the girls decided that Kent and I needed to recharge, so we opted for morning shopping, followed by afternoon skiing.

Without any further fooling around, we got dressed, piled in the Jeep and headed to town. "Town" was actually a few Bavarian Village styled blocks about fifteen minutes away. It was here that I proposed to my wife a few years ago.

We did the usual tourist things: bought trinkets and souvenirs, ate at the restaurant from our engagement, and flirted with each other. One of the shops specialized in lingerie. It was nearly an hour, and several hundred dollars later before we left. We pretty much behaved ourselves in public, but when safely out of general viewing, I'm sure we confused any passerby of who was married to whom. We spent several hours wandering and buying. By late afternoon our arms were full of bags and packages. If we were going to get any skiing done today, it would have to be soon. The winter sun was setting when we pulled up to the cabin and began carrying our loot in.

There was something sitting on the doorstep.

It was a basket full of meat, cheese, and sweets, plus two bottles each of wine and champagne. Kent carried it in and set it on the dinette table as we all gathered around. Anne found an envelope with a note in it. Anne scanned it, and then read aloud to the rest of us.

"Thank you for the wonderful show last night! We thoroughly enjoyed watching the four of you play. We don't know if you knew or not that you could be seen from our house, so we're very sorry if we've intruded on your privacy. Please accept our gift to you."

The note was signed "Kurt & Anja". There was a second page, a picture, actually. It was of a very attractive, very blonde couple. They were well dressed and smiling pleasantly at the camera. Handwritten at the bottom was a phone number, and the message "If you like what you see, and would like more company, please call."

We all looked at each other in shocked surprise. Then as one our gaze turned out the window to the house across the road.

"Well, that answers that question." I said.

"Yep, they can see us." Said Kent.

"Do you think they're looking at us now?" Asked Jan.

"I'm sure they are. They've been waiting for us to get home." Was Anne's comment.

We pored through the basket as we debated what to do next. Kent was examining the bottles.

"Wow! This is some very expensive wine." He said.

Janet looked at me, "So, what should we do?"

I wasn't sure what she meant. I looked back at her quizzically.

"Well, you're the swingers, here." She waved towards Anne and I. "What's the etiquette in this situation?" She nodded at the basket.

Anne was looking through the selection of cheeses with obvious approval.

"Uh-uh." I countered, pointing back at her. "You're now Swingers, too."

"Hey, it's not like we're Vampires, that takes two bites!" She protested.

Jan and I argued good-naturedly back and forth about the criteria for becoming a Swinger.

Kent was munching on one of the candies, examining one of the champagne bottles in his hand.

"Hey, I thought I made a 'No Clothes' rule." He said rather absently.

Without a word, Anne began stripping, and was nude in seconds.

Now the debate between Janet and I became one of who should make the phone call. Jan believed it should be me because I was more 'experienced'. I felt Jan should call, as the hostess. No one had actually decided we should invite Kurt and Anja over, it just sort of became "assumed" that we should. Besides, we kept going back to the picture of them, commenting on how nice they looked.

Kent followed Anne's lead and soon his clothing joined hers in a pile on the floor. I secretly hoped our neighbors were watching. Kent went to the kitchen, returning with his "James Bond" corkscrew set. While our disagreement dragged on, Jan and I slowly disrobed, one item at a time. I threw her a challenge: She and I would get in a sixty-nine, and the first one made to come would have to call.

"OK, fine. I guess you'll be making that call, then."

"I think not." I said, wagging my tongue suggestively at her. I lay down on the sofa and motioned her to lie atop me.

"No, I'll be on the bottom, you can lean over me." Here we go, again, can't agree on anything.

"Quit it, you two." Anne was laughing at us. "I'll make the fucking phone call."

She pulled her cell phone from her purse, picked up the photo, and began dialing. Everyone's attention was eagerly riveted on my wife as she waited for them to answer.

"Hi, this is Anne, from across the street. Is this Anna?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"Good."

"We wanted to thank you for the basket. That was very thoughtful; you didn't have to do that."

"Oh, no, no, we're not upset at all! No, don't worry about it."

Anne turned and looked out the window towards Kurt and Anja's place. It was dark outside now. Their lights were on.

"I'm the tall, skinny Redhead." She peered through the reflection on the glass.

"Honey, you're not skinny. You're thin." I interjected.

"Yes, I can see you." Said Anne into the phone, waving to the figure that appeared at the window across the road. She listened for another moment, nodding her head.

"Uh-huh...Yeah...Oh, yes!" She continued to listen, but looked around at us.

"Yes, we are."

"About four years...Uh-huh."

"Nope, last night was their first time."

"Oh, yeah! It was great here, too." She giggled at that.

"Really? us too! Wow, small world."

"No, that's her husband, Kent." She turned and pointed her outstretched arm at him. She swung around and waved towards Jan and me. "That's my husband, Lee, and that's Janet, Kent's wife, sitting on him.

I had pulled Jan onto my chest, and she had remained there, facing away from me while we eavesdropped on Anne's conversation.

"Uh-huh...well, that's why I'm calling...yes, we'd love to have you over" She smiled at us.

"Whatever is comfortable for you." She moved right up to the window and stood there with her legs apart and her free hand waving over her head, posing to display her charms. "We're casual tonight."

"No, nothing. I think we have plenty." She looked at the basket.

Another pause to listen, then, "Alright, we'll see you soon. Bye, now." She pushed the button to hang up the phone.

Anne turned to the rest of us. "They're going to grab a quick shower and come over. Is that OK with everyone?" Then to me she said "She has an accent, German I think."

Kent had an excited look on his face. He turned towards Jan and me on the couch. "Honey?" He said to his wife.

Janet spun around. Her pussy rested on my very stiff dick and her hands pressed on my chest. She paused for a moment before replying.

"I'm OK with it, dear. Are you?"

"I'm up for anything." He said, enthusiastically.

"I can see that." Anne said, batting playfully at his noticeable erection. Anne walked lightly past him, heading towards the bathroom.

"I'm taking a quick shower, just to freshen up." She turned and looked meaningfully at me, then Kent.

"Alone!" She said.

Janet scrambled off of me, much to my disappointment.

"God, this place is a mess!" She began gathering armloads of clothing. Kent and I quickly pitched in, grabbing our recent purchases and carting them upstairs. I placed my load in a corner of the room, arranging them so nothing could get broken, should any activity occur in the room later. Kent went by, heading back downstairs. He carried one of their purchases from the negligee store, something sheer and white. Thinking that an excellent idea, I dug out one of Anne's dainty outfits. I ran with them downstairs to the bathroom and met Anne coming out of the shower. I laid out next to the sink her high-heeled CFMP's (Come Fuck Me Pumps), a pair of sheer, black thigh-high stockings, and a sexy black thong we'd picked up earlier today. She looked at them and nodded her approval to me. We kissed as I slipped past her and jumped in the shower. I turned the water on, lathered up everywhere, rinsed, and was out drying myself with Anne's towel while she was still brushing her long, beautiful hair. Anne "dressed" in front of me. She knows how much I love to watch her seductively put clothing on or off. This was certainly no exception. I sat on the edge of the tub and she climbed up on the sink. She lifted one leg, toes pointed daintily at me, and rolled on one stocking. She repeated the process with the other leg. Anne stepped of the counter and slid on each of her shoes. My gorgeous wife towered over me by an inch or two in those heels. Lastly, she held her thong out to me. I took it and held the tiny strings apart for her as she gracefully stepped into it. As a final touch, I fasten first her gold waistlet, then her thin anklet. I rose slowly, kissing my way up her body until our lips met.

"Oh...My...God! You look HOT!" Janet exclaimed. Kent and Jan were standing in the door looking at us. I think they wanted to take a quick shower, too.

"Honey, run up and get my stockings and my Fuck Me pumps, the white ones." She said to Kent. He bolted upstairs with exaggerated haste. Janet had the white outfit Kent brought her bunched in her hand. We vacated the bathroom to allow them to shower, and went into the living room to await our visitors. Kent came bounding down the stairs with the items Jan requested. While Kent and Jan showered, Anne and I took stock of the preparations they had made. The lights were down, a fire was beginning to blaze, and the contents of the basket were now arranged attractively on small plates on the dinette table. There was even a beer for me (the big German kind I like) and Anne's Vodka/Dr. Pepper sitting out for us. Anne and I glanced at each other, wondering how they got all that done during the short time we were in the shower.

"They seem pretty excited about this." I said to her.

"I know, I just hope this doesn't change things with them. I really like Kent and Janet."

"Sweetie, don't worry." I assured her, "I think everything will be just fine."

"OK, let's...Oh, look!" Anne pointed out the front window. A flashlight was moving down the driveway across the street. "They're coming."

With incredible grace, even in five-inch heels, Anne moved swiftly to the bathroom. "Hurry up, you two. Company is almost here."

Kent followed Anne out, his semi hard cock swinging before him. He paused long enough to playfully tweak one of Anne's nipples as he dashed to the kitchen to finish setting out the wine. Damn, I should have done that for him!

The knock on the door came just a Jan emerged from the bathroom. She was as stunning as Anne. She had on tiny white panties and a negligee, both so sheer as to be virtually see through. Jan had also put on white thigh-high stockings and white pumps similar to Anne's. Anne paused as she was heading to open the door, but Jan motioned her to go ahead. Jan and Anne opened the door for Kurt and Anja, who were obviously pleasantly surprised at the reception.

"Oh, it's freezing out there. C'mon in." Anne stepped back and waved them inside. Stomping the snow from their boots, they entered to greetings called out by both Kent and I from across the room. Anne closed the door as the cold draft swept through to the kitchen.

Kurt and Anja wore long ski parkas and snow boots, but were bare legged. I discovered why when they shrugged out of the coats. They were both completely nude underneath. They were both tall and very blonde. Kurt must have been about six foot four. He strode across the room with his right hand extended. Kent and I greeted him with handshakes.

"Thank you for inviting us." Kurt said with an obvious accent, like Arnold Schwarzenegger's.

I looked at him, cocking my head to the side, and asked, "German or Austrian?"

"Swiss, actually. Or at least we were. We moved to Seattle in 1980." He said.

Kent said, "You sound like Ah-nold."

Kurt chuckled. "I hear that a lot. I wish I had his muscles, and his money."

Kurt was a pretty big guy. Well built, anyway, judging by the admiring glances cast his way by Anne and Janet.

"Hey, what would you like to drink?" Kent asked.

"I'll take one of those." He replied, nodding at my beer.

Not far away, the girls were getting acquainted. Anne was asking Anja to pronounce her name again. Anne kept saying "Anna".

"Kent, Darling. Would you get Anja a glass of wine, please?" Jan called over to him.

"Of course." He said charmingly.

Kent seemed just a little uncomfortable standing there talking with two other naked men, so he bolted off to get the wine. Kurt noticed, too. I whispered "New guy" to Kurt, and we both grinned at Kent. I wanted to meet Anja, too, so I nodded for Kurt to accompany me back to the ladies warming themselves by the fire.

Anja was as stunning as the other women. Almost a head taller than Janet, barefoot she was about even with Anne in her high heels. Anja held out her hand in greeting, which I lifted and bent my head to kiss. I looked her over admiringly. A beautiful face with very blue eyes, and straight, shoulder length blonde hair, so blonde as to almost be white. Her body was fantastic. Her large breasts had a barely noticeable sag to them, a smooth belly, and pleasantly wide hips. I guessed them both to be about forty-five.

"I'm sorry I didn't dress up for you." She said.

"Oh, I am perfectly happy with just what you have on now." I told her. She had nothing on but jewelry and perfume. Her demure smile made my cock twitch.

Kent joined us with Anja's wine. They exchanged greetings, with Kent, too, gallantly kissing her hand.

"Why don't we all sit down?" Kent gestured to the middle of the room. He and Janet had arranged the furniture around the huge bearskin rug. The rug was a few feet from the fire. The long sofa was directly opposite the fireplace, with the love seat to the left and the large recliner to the right. A small end table, for drinks, was on either end of the sofa. Kurt and Anja took the love seat, Kent and Jan sat on the sofa, and I sat in the recliner, with Anne snuggling into my lap.

I thought to myself that the smiles of wonderment on Kent and Janet's faces were probably because Kurt and Anja were attractive strangers, not old and dear friends like Anne and I. Maybe it seemed almost natural for them to be naked and have sex with Anne and me the night before. Yesterday and this morning they were very casual, now they were tense with eager anticipation. We engaged in the usual small talk when meeting new people. Usual except for the fact that everyone was nude, or nearly so. Kurt was a Software Engineer, Anja a Graphics Designer. They had two grown children, a son living and working in Texas, and a daughter finishing her senior year at UW. In turn, we told them of our jobs and families. Apart from the lingering accents, they were very American. Delightfully, they still retained their very polite, European manners. Then Anja surprised the Hell out of me. Kurt was telling us about a trip to New Horizons (so that's why Anne said "small world" on the phone. We're members, too.) People there were remarking how he sounded so much like Arnold Schwarzenegger. At the Club, he told us, his nickname is "Ah-nold".

Anne cut in excitedly. "We go there, too. Ed's the "Guy with the Dog Tags", and I'm "the Girl with the Tan Lines!"

Kurt looked at her with surprise. "I've heard of you! Someone we met talked about a beautiful young woman, 'the Girl with the Tan Lines'. Wow, that's you!"

Anne giggled.

Kent and Jan were listening with rapt fascination. Here came the funny part. So far no one had made any lewd or suggestive comments, which would have been entirely normal for this kind of gathering.

I asked Anja, "So, what's your nickname at the Club?"

"Everyone asks me if I'm Swedish, and I tell them 'No, I am Swiss'. So they call me 'Swiss Miss'." She laughed merrily.

So I look at her rather suggestively, and say, "Hmmm...Swiss Miss." Deepening my voice. "I'd love to see your hair in braids."

Anja twists up her hair in her hands. "Like this?" She says sweetly, in a little girl voice. Then she looks me straight in the eye, and in her normal voice says, "Then you can pull on them when you fuck my ass tonight."

The look on my face made everyone crack up hysterically. When I recovered from the shock, I broke into a huge grin, not so much from getting laughed at, but the realization that she was absolutely serious.

As the laughter subsided, Anne whispered in my ear. "Sweetheart, I think he's too big for me."

My eyes briefly flicked to Kurt's equipment. "I don't think so, My Love. He's big, but not huge. You can handle that."

Both our eyes went to Kurt's long penis, extending along his thigh in a semi rigid state.

"But what if he's huge when he's all the way hard?"

My wife has a very tight pussy. She gets concerned about guys with huge dicks hurting her. I examined Kurt's prick a little more thoughtfully.

"Baby, you have that one toy that's bigger than him, that doesn't hurt you."

"No, not if it goes in slow." She admitted.

"Well, then...take your time. Relax, you'll be fine." I kissed her forehead.

Kurt and Anja, as well as Kent and Janet took note of our whispered exchange, and the apparent connection between our words and Kurt's cock.

"Is something wrong?" Kurt asked with concern.

"No, not at all. It's just..." Anne jabbed me in the ribs.

I looked at her, slightly annoyed.

"Sorry. I know you're trying to be helpful." She kissed me passionately by way of apology. The kiss lingered several seconds before our lips parted. I looked into her eyes.

"I love you, Dream Girl." I said.

"I love you, too, Major 'O'." She replied.

I addressed Kurt again. "Anyway, Anne noticed that you have a considerable 'package'. As you can see, Anne is very 'petite'."

Kurt looked almost disappointed, but Anja answered for him.

"He gets that all the time, that women think he might hurt them. This is not true." She said, defensively.

Kurt added, "I'm really not that much bigger than other men." I was really impressed; he said that without sounding like he was bragging. I glanced at Kent; he was nodding in silent agreement to my thought. I liked these people.

I whispered in Anne's ear, "Honey, why don't you go find out?"

My wife flashed me a mischievous grin. She slid off my lap onto the rug. She slinked across the deep fur like a cat on all fours until she rested on her knees before Kurt with her hands on his thighs. Wordlessly she put her hands around his member, playing gently and closely studying him. Kent and Janet crowded the end of the sofa, almost leaning over her, watching. Anja shifted closer to her husband to observe, too. Anne arched her neck forward and dropped her shoulders over his lap, swallowing his cock. My own dick stiffened at the sight of her lovely head bobbing and swaying. She kept pulling her hair back to allow the others to see. Her lithe form partially blocked my view, even though I kept leaning right to left in the recliner to catch a glimpse. Anja noticed this, and patted the empty cushion beside her. I moved beside her, placing an arm around her bare shoulders. I pressed against her warm flesh and viewed along with the others my wife's amazing performance. Kurt's right arm was thrown over the back of the seat, his left hand rested firmly on the back of Anne's neck. My beautiful bride still wore her thong, stockings and heels as she slurped and sucked Kurt's pole vigorously, her lovely breasts brushing against his thighs. Anne stopped and sat back on her heels, gazing wantonly at his saliva drenched erection. My wife stood and daintily peeled off her thong in one practiced motion. She handed them to me, and I held her hand, assisting her as she climbed into Kurt's lap, her pussy poised over his large cock. Anne licked her fingers and wet her pussy with them. With one hand holding him by his huge shaft, and the fingers of her other hand holding open the lips of her pussy, she slowly descended until the head on his penis pushed inside her. I stood, allowing her to rest her weight in my shoulder while her pussy accepted this considerable intrusion. Kent rose from the sofa to stand beside her as well. Then Janet went to her knees behind Anne and took over guiding his tool into her. This all turned out to be nothing more than precautionary, a little added assurance for her. Realizing his cock wasn't going to hurt her, Anne released her hold on our shoulders and placed her hands on Kurt's. With only a little hesitation, Anne's pussy descended over Kurt's pole, completely enveloping him. They both sighed contentedly. Anne smiled, quite pleased with herself. She bounced happily on his stiff meat.

"Oh, God...yes! She cried.

She wriggled a bit more, and then climbed off. His cock glistened with my wife's love juice. Anne knelt over him again and licked away the shiny coating she had left. Jan was still only inches away, watching enviously. When Anne moved up his shaft to lick the head, Jan ducked in to get a taste, too. Anne is a very generous person, but she can be rather selfish when she has a cock in her mouth. Many times I've seen her nudge away another woman until she's decided she was through with a guy. Jan wasn't going to allow Anne to monopolize this one. She kept encroaching until she had Kurt's hard meat in her mouth. Janet looked up as Anne sat back, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him voraciously. Anne was still smiling, though. Then she looked at Anja, then at me and frowned.

"Hello, I'll bet Anja would like some attention, too."

I looked down at her sitting on the love seat before me. "I'm sorry. Would you care for some attention?"

Anja looked up and smiled, then at my cock waving in front of her face. Without a word, she leaned forward and swallowed me to the balls. Her arm swept around my buttocks as she noisily sucked on my cock. Anne led Kent over by the arm. As soon as he was within reach, Anja's other arm went about his waist, roughly jerking him next to me. Anja alternated between our two cocks like a hungry animal. She was rougher than either Anne or Janet, but still it felt terrific. Guessing she was turned on by a little forcefulness, I grabbed a handful of her hair in my fist, pulling slightly. This triggered the most frenzied fellatio I've ever experienced. It startled me greatly, but I came in her mouth almost immediately. Anja slowed, then stopped, and serenely drank my come. The flow down her throat seemed to have a calming effect. She looked up at me, milking one last drop onto her distended tongue. The whole time she never released her grip on Kent. Obviously he was to be devoured next.

Beside us, Anne was assisting Jan onto Kurt's big dick. She settled over him with a pleasurable moan. Anja, having satisfied herself that no more semen remained to coax from my softening tool, released me. Exhausted for the moment, I joined my wife by Janet and Kurt. We kissed and cuddled.

"How did it feel?" I asked.

Her eyes widened. "Big!" She replied.

"Did it hurt?"

"No. It felt pretty good, after I got used to him."

"Is that all your going to give him?"

"No, I'll fuck him for real, later. I'm letting Janet have her turn."

"My, how generous of you."

"Which reminds me, you have an ass to fuck. Do you not?"

I glanced down at my recently ravaged penis. "I think it will be a few."

"Wanna bet?" My wife sank to her knees before me. Anne, no matter how tired I am, or how many times I've come, can always, always produce an erection from me with one of her wonderful blowjobs. She made pleasurable little mewling noises in her throat as she sucked. I looked to the others as I felt my cock swell in my wife's mouth. Jan was getting more than just the feel of Kurt's monster. He had her leaning over the back of the love seat, pounding her from behind. Kent had Anja pinned to the back of the seat as well, energetically fucking her mouth. I wondered idly if he'd come once already, and had promised her seconds. Or perhaps it was because he was distracted watching his wife get hammered by a giant blonde stranger. It suddenly occurred to me that his fat dick might have ruined my wife's terrifically tight pussy! I grabbed Anne by the elbows and hauled her to her feet. My sudden movements made the others glance concernedly at us.

"What are you doing?" Anne asked, surprised.

"I gotta see if we still fit." I told her. Anne pondered this a moment, then with a slightly panicked look, fell to the rug, pulling me with her. She lay on her back and clutched her knees to her chest. I pushed my cock into her missionary style. She was very wet, very receptive, but not any less tight than I had felt after a busy night of sex. I withdrew and twirled my finger, motioning her to get on her hands and knees. Again, my cock slid into her familiar embrace. I pulled my cock out of her again as she rolled to her side. She raised her top leg for me, and I straddled her lower one and slipped into her tightness. She squeezed her vaginal muscles as a final reassurance, and we both relaxed.

"You're still the Outtie for my Innie." She purred.

I helped her to her feet. Janet was moaning loudly. Kent still pumping between Anja's lips.

Anne whispered, "You better go down on her now, before Kent fucks her." I looked at her quizzically.

"You know you want to." She said, and gave me a little shove. I smiled to myself. She knows me too well.

I approached them, caught one of Anja's ankles and tugged insistently on her. She slid to the floor for me, pulling Kent with her.

Kent asked me, "What was that all about, on the floor with Anne?"

"Making sure my dick still fit." I nodded towards Kurt and Janet.

He looked over at his wife getting fucked hard. "Does it?"

"Yeah, of course." I said. Kent looked unconcerned.

Lying on my stomach, I placed my mouth over Anja's pussy. Kent was still able to stand over her with his cock in her mouth. Anne snuggled up behind me, looking over my shoulder. She was humping her pussy against my back. Anja was beginning to respond to my tongue. She started to thrash about, so Anne and I each held onto one of her legs to prevent her from throwing me off. Anne's face edged closer to Anja's pussy, until her cheek was against mine. I moved over a little for her, and her delicate tongue darted out, making contact with Anja's clit. I watched my sexy wife lap away at the beautiful Blonde's snatch. Anja was also shaved nearly bare, leaving only a small, closely trimmed patch in the shape of a heart. Anne glanced up at me.

"Does this bother you?" She asked, innocently.

"You're kidding, right?" was my incredulous reply.

"Good." She buried her face in Anja's pussy again.

We took turns devouring Anja's juicy slit. She had large, meaty pussy lips, and her clit was swollen to about the size of a fingertip.

Anja was having trouble concentrating on Kent's cock in her mouth. Realizing this, he stepped away from her head to watch us. Her saliva and his come drooled from the end of his dangling prick. A drop landed on Anja's flat belly near Anne's face. My wife glanced up at him, smiled, and swept away the pearly drop with a flick of her tongue. Kent knelt beside her, and kissed her cheek.

"Is your pussy still tight?" He whispered to her.

"Mmm, hmm." She murmured into Anja's wet opening.

"I better check, anyway." He announced.

"Mmm, hmm!" Anne concurred. She drew her knees under her, splayed them wide, and thrust her cute little bottom in the air for him. Kent got down and arched over the top of my wife, working his well-slathered prick into her pussy from behind. Anne moaned her appreciation.

Anja's was coming, hard, from both Anne's and my tongue on her clit. She shuddered violently, clasping our heads. Her fist was bunched in Anne's thick hair. I'm shaved bald, so Anja dug her long nails into my scalp instead. Kent banged Anne hard, causing her face to repeatedly bump into Anja's pussy.

I rolled over on one elbow to view the scene around me. Anja was contentedly enjoying the orgasm we gave her. Anne was crying out loudly, announcing to the room she was about to come again. Kent sounded close as well. Kurt and Janet had moved to the larger sofa. She was on her back, her pretty legs dr*ped over Kurt's huge shoulders. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip. Kurt had his face buried in Jan's tasty muff.

"Oh, oh...Yeah!" Kent bellowed. He was filling my wife with his semen again. Come jetting into her pussy always triggers an orgasm in her.

Anne cried out, "Oh...God!" and collapsed forward onto Anja.

Kent rolled off Anne, exhausted, onto his back in the plush fur. Anne and Anja lay in each other's embrace. The four of us rested a bit, watching Kurt bring Janet to another orgasm. I had heard her coming earlier, too, when Kurt was fucking her.

Anne disentangled from Anja, and sprawled on the fur near Kent. I was still lying between Anja's spread thighs, hiding my waiting erection beneath me.

"I would really like to fuck you, now." I said to her.

"Yes, I want that, too." She said in her delightful accent.

"Come over here." I offered her my hand. She eased back on the rug. Anne found a pillow nearby, and handed it to me without rising. Anja lifted her lovely bottom, and I tucked the pillow under her. She spread her legs to me. I crawled on top of her, and Anja's arm swept around my neck, clutching me tightly. She waited until my cock penetrated her fully before locking her ankles behind my back. Her pussy firmly gripped my cock, pleasantly surprising me. I fucked her nice and slow. Our foreheads touched as we both bent our necks downward to watch my cock slide in and out of her pussy.

Kurt and Janet had joined the rest of us on the rug, it was crowded, everyone very close. Anne and Jan were lying side by side, Kent had been suckling my wife's erect nipples, and so Kurt joined him. Jan wiggled down a bit and took Kurt's soft cock into her mouth again.

I turned my attention fully to Anja, who was responding vigorously to my thrusts.

"Oh, Ja!...that feels good! Oh, Ja, fuck me...ja, please, fuck me!"

I had to think of mundane things to keep from coming right then.

Anja came, her pussy squeezing on my cock. Then she came again.

Anja released her hold on me and motioned me away. She sat up and turned over, facing the others. She lifted her bottom to me. I wasn't sure which hole she wanted me to penetrate, but I decided to wait a while on her ass. I still wanted more blowjobs from the ladies. I had a little difficulty mounting her this way. Because her legs were so much longer, her pussy was barely within reach. Anja solved this by hunching down low for me. This also placed her face right into all the cock and pussy lying before us.

Jan had moved back up beside Anne. The guys were working their nipples, sharing both women between them. Anja went for Anne's pussy first. Everyone's attention turned to Anja's busy mouth.

I was worried that Anja didn't know that Janet had never played with another woman. I didn't want there to be an unpleasant scene if Jan reacted poorly to that. She didn't seem at all disturbed by what Anja was doing to Anne. In fact, she watched with rather amused interest. I also noted that Jan and Anne were pressed quite close together, their breasts touching. That was a very reassuring sign. Still, I hoped that maybe Anne had mentioned something about Jan's preference.

Anja's head moved left, engulfing Kent's halfway hard penis in her mouth. I was still fucking her, of course, but I was thrusting slower and more gently, to allow her to lick and suck more easily.

Anja released Kent's now fully erect cock from her mouth, and swung to the right. She skipped over Janet and swallowed her husbands' pendulous pole. I looked to Anne, blinking with relief. She winked back at me. I figured she must have mentioned something to Anja earlier.

Anja sucked Kurt for several minutes. When she stopped and went back to Kent, Kurt did not appear any noticeably harder.

Kent clearly enjoyed Anja's oral ministrations. He tossed his head and groaned.

Kurt had two pair of tits to himself while Kent was being blown. When Anja moved on to Anne again, Kent leaned over my wife and nibbled Janet's right nipple. Kurt's lips were attached to her left breast.

Anne's turn with Anja's tongue now over, Anja started to move down the line again, but paused over Jan. I saw Janet glance up and make eye contact with Anja, nothing more. Jan then closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure she felt in her nipples.

Anja lowered her face to Janet's pussy. Jan tensed momentarily, and then visibly relaxed. So did I.

Kent turned to look at Anja licking his wife's pussy. He stared, unblinking for a moment. He glanced at his wife, who still had her eyes closed, blissfully enjoying herself. Kent moved off my wife, and nudged her to take a look. Anne lifted her head. She was surprised at first, but then smiled at both Kent and I.

The wonderful feel of Anja's warm pussy had the desired effect. I pushed my cock in deep and emptied into her. Anja lifted her head from between Janet's thighs and looked over her shoulder at me.

"Oh, that feels wonderful." She said, and turned back to Jan's pussy.

I sat back to take a breather. I had a perfect view of Anja's ass and pussy in front of me. Fascinated, I watched a bead of come form, and then drip from Anja's slit. A thin strand trailed from her thick lips to the glistening wet spot on the fur beneath her.

"Are you ready to fuck me, now?" Anja was speaking to Kent.

Kent scrambled to his feet and stepped around behind Anja.

"Mind if I cut in, Buddy?"

"Not at all." I moved aside for him.

Kent knelt and shoved his cock right in. Anja moaned softly.

Kurt, Anne and Jan all watched Anja eating Jan's pussy, as Kent filled Anja from behind. Kurt spoke to my wife.

"I'm sorry if I was uncomfortable for you."

"Oh, no! You were fine. I just need a moment to fit you in." She answered.

"I felt so...wonderful in you. I wish it had lasted longer." He looked very disappointed.

"Aww...thank you. We will do that again. You can fuck me anytime."

His face brightened.

"Would now be a good time?"

"It sure would!" She replied without hesitation.

Then he frowned. "But first I need to get hard again." He nodded towards his flaccid tool, dr*ped over his thigh.

Anne grabbed his hand and leapt to her feet.

"I think I can take care of that for you." She said, sweetly.

My beautiful wife led him

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