I poured us a small Oloroso as we sat in front of the fire in the room. She pushed off her shoes and put her feet in my lap. Dutifully, I started massaging her feet while she purred. When choosing between evils, I always like to take the one I've never tried before. -- Mae West
My girlfriend, Wendy, slipped out of her robe and stood before me like Venus arising from the waves - her lovely body on display, one leg forward and bent slightly, so beautiful, leaning against the deck railing. The evening air had a slight chill and her nipples were hard rubies surmounting her tits. I was feeling very self-conscious. How had she gotten me to do this? Very easily, of course, since she is a woman and I am a man.
It was the last night of the conference and we had been wined and dined by the conference sponsors and then wined some more. By the time we made it back to the room it was late and we were both laughing, intoxicated as much by the evening as the wine.
I poured us a small Oloroso as we sat in front of the fire in the room. She pushed off her shoes and put her feet in my lap. Dutifully, I started massaging her feet while she purred.
“You know,” she said, “A Jacuzzi would feel wonderful.”
“But I didn’t bring a suit,” I told her.
She gave me that impish look of hers that invariably meant trouble and yet I never seem able to resist. “I don’t have one either. Look how late it is. Nobody will be there. The Jacuzzi is surrounded by its own wall. Nobody will know.”
“But Wendy…”
“We’ll put on robes and just wander down. Don’t be a chicken,” she said. I hesitated and she knew she had won. She leapt up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the bedroom of our suite. “C’mon, put on your robe,” she told me as she was stripping out of her dress.
One last attempt at a protest, “But what if someone is there?”
“Then we’ll turn around and come back. You’re going to be in a robe.” She was already skinning out of her nylons and panties. I threw off my tie and shirt, pushed off my shoes and got out of my pants. She tossed me my robe as she put hers on. I tied my robe as she pushed over my flip flops. “Let’s go,” she said gaily, grabbing a couple of towels as she led me out, giving me no time to think about what I was about to do.
I followed her through the maze of the hotel until we were in a small courtyard. She opened a wooden gate and led me into a secluded alcove with a Jacuzzi in the center. I looked around. I could see a few rooms on the second floor through the cypress trees, but we were screened off from the rest of the hotel. Wendy dropped her robe and the towels near the Jacuzzi and stood against the railing, giving me her sexy look, the one I can’t resist. She pointed at my robe, “C’mon, big boy. Take it off.”
I looked around again, shrugged and dropped my robe with hers. With all the dignity I could muster, I stepped into the Jacuzzi. The water was a perfect temperature, warm but not too hot. “Come on in, the water’s perfect,” I said.
Wendy smiled and sexily sauntered over to the tub. I sat and leaned against the wall, the water chest high, as Wendy joined me. She leaned against me and put her hand on my thigh, close to but not touching my cock. Of course, I started thinking about how close her hand was and maybe when we got back to the room… I felt the swelling start.
“I told you it would be wonderful,” she said.
She was right. The chilly absolutely clear air was invigorating as the heated water kept us warm. The stars sparkled against the black velvet night sky. I leaned over and kissed her. She smiled. We were alone in our private little cocoon.
I heard a metallic clink and the gate swung open. I looked at our robes trying to gauge how quickly I could get to them as a woman stepped through the gate and entered... not that quickly. She looked surprised to see us. “Oh, I hope we aren’t intruding.” A man followed her through the gate carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses.
I looked at Wendy wondering how the hell she was going to get us out of this fine mess.
“Not at all,” Wendy said smiling. She obviously wasn’t going to be much help. I guessed we were going to just sit here in the water until these intruders left.
The woman turned and put her towel and robe over the fence by the gate. The man did the same. She walked over to the Jacuzzi and put one foot into the water. Her eyes came up to us and she paused. One foot in. “Oh,” she said. “Well, sweetheart,” she said turning towards him. “Looks like we have a no-bathing-suit pool.”
His eyes narrowed as he peered at us. The water hid the details but it was pretty obvious that unless we were both in skin colored suits we didn’t have any on. “Shall we join them?” he asked her.
“When in Rome,” she said, lifting her foot from the tub. She turned away, skinned off her one piece suit and walked back to the fence leaving her suit with the towels. He did the same. They turned around walked back to the Jacuzzi. My eyes were taking in her body. Out of the corner of my eye I could tell Wendy was mesmerized as well. Her head was down as though she wasn’t looking but her eyes were locked on him under her eyelashes. I glanced at him, nicely defined, not too hairy and well endowed by nature. I felt a brief stab of jealousy until my eyes went back to her. Then I forgot about him. She was quite doable. In fact, she was high on the doable scale. I felt a further stirring in the groin region.
She paused at the lip and asked, “I hope this isn't inconvenient.”
Wendy, her eyes still on the man, said, “No, no problem at all.”
The woman smiled and exchanged a look with her husband. He picked up the wine and glasses and followed her into the Jacuzzi. They settled on the other side. This was probably an eight person model so we were close enough to be intimate but far enough apart not to feel too crowded.
“I’m Jessica and this is my husband, Chris,” she said.
Wendy answered, “Pleased to meet you. I’m Wendy and this is Mike.” I noticed she didn’t say boyfriend. It is really a hassle that there is no world for our relationship. We aren’t married but we’ve been living together for two years. Boyfriend and girlfriend doesn’t cut it, but we aren’t husband and wife either. We needed a better word than main squeeze.
Jessica pulled me from my mental maunderings by saying, “Didn’t mean to be rude but we only brought two glasses.” We started making don’t worry noises when she continued. “But it’s not a problem. You don’t mind sharing do you?” she said holding Wendy’s eye. “The wine.”
Wendy swallowed then said, “No really. Don’t put yourself out.”
Chris had poured a generous amount into each glass. Jessica picked up one and said, “It really isn’t a problem, sharing.” She moved over next to me. “I don’t have anything infectious.” She took a sip of wine and handed the glass to me. I looked at Wendy who smiled. I took the glass from Jessica as Wendy mover around closed to Chris so they could share. I took a sip, “Hmm, nice Chardonnay.”
Chris smiled as he handed his glass to Wendy. “It’s Kunde Estate.”
I smiled in return, “My favorite.” Chris and I exchanged approving looks. We had an instant bond.
The four of us sat and talked about nothing in particular, sipping the wine. Chris refilled the glasses at one point. I had just taken a sip when I felt a hand on my thigh. I looked at Jessica who was looking across at Chris and Wendy like nothing at all was happening. She smiled as her hand moved over to my cock, wrapping around it. I glanced nervously at Wendy, who jumped just as I looked over. She could tell what was happening over here and I could tell what was happening on that side. She looked at me, confused. I winked. She laughed and then relaxed, sipping more of the wine before handing the glass to Chris. Jessica and Chris exchanged knowing smiles as Jessica’s hand began to stroke my cock.
I looked at Wendy, asking silently, 'What do you want to do?' The night was full of sexual energy now. Like most couples, I suppose, we had talked about a ménage a trois or a couples exchange but it had always been light hearted, joking about it, never a real serious discussion. It was never, 'Do you really want to?' Wendy had been the kind of woman who liked sexual play. We had worked our way through much of the Joy of Sex. And when we got to the section on group sex she had teased me just as much as I teased her. I certainly wanted to but was afraid to push too hard. I had always wondered just how she would react if the opportunity arose. It looked like I was about to find out.
I could see a million thoughts fly through her head. I wished I knew what they were. Chris handed back the wine breaking the spell. Wendy took the glass, took a sip and looking at me earnestly, winked. Then she looked back at Chris and gave him her best fuck me smile. Her hand slid under the water and towards Chris. I felt a stab of jealousy surge through me. Just then, Jessica’s hand tightened on my cock drawing my attention to her. She had straightened a little so her tits seemed to be floating on top of the water. I forgot about Wendy’s peccadillo.
Jessica lightly stroked my cock as she said, “Oh dear. The wine is gone. Perhaps you both would join us in our room for a glass?”
I heard Wendy say, “We’d love to.”
Jessica smiled and seemed to levitate graciously out of the Jacuzzi. My eyes drank in her beauty and I couldn’t think of anything else but how lovely it would be to be between those sculpted thighs. There wasn’t an ounce of jealousy in my body. It’s amazing what a beautiful naked woman can do to what few mental processes are left a man when all of his blood has rushed south. Chris stood to follow her, exposing his erect cock. It looked pretty impressive. Wendy’s eyes went wide, then she looked at me and blushed. I winked again. She looked back at Chris as he went by, a hunger in her eyes. I stood, exposing my erect cock to the night air. Jessica whistled before commenting to Wendy, “Looks like we have a matched pair.” Wendy smiled, but also blushed a bit as she followed me from the Jacuzzi. Chris and Jessica were already drying and we did the same.
The four of us threw on robes, gathered up towels and Chris and Jessica led off to their room. I lagged a bit until I could whisper privately to Wendy. “Are you sure?” She nodded, nervously. I smiled and told her quietly, “Enjoy yourself. I’m sure you will with him.”
She looked concerned until she saw me smiling. She dug me in the ribs and retorted, “I’m sure you’ll enjoy her.”
“I hope we both have fun,” I said. I hugged her quickly and told her, “I love you, and only you.”
“I love you.”
We broke the hug and hurried to follow. Jessica had disappeared but Chris was holding the door for us. Their room was a mirror of ours. Jessica was by the bar. “Glad you’re still with us.”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I said bringing a smile to her.
Chris motioned to Wendy, “Care to sit by the fire?”
I went over to the bar where Jessica was holding a bottle of wine and an opener. I started opening the wine as she set up four glasses. I was filling the glasses as Jessica asked me very quietly, “First time?”
I knew she wasn’t asking about the wine. “Yes.”
“Nervous?”
“Yes, I suppose,” I said. Jessica glanced at Wendy who was chatting with Chris by the fire. “I suppose she is as well,” I told Jessica.
“It’s often easier the first time to be in separate rooms. You and I could adjourn to the other room, unless you are voyeurs.” She grabbed two glasses and took them to Chris and Wendy. When she came back I handed her a glass and we clinked before sipping. “What do you think?”
“I think we’d be more jealous if we thought something was being hidden,” I said.
Jessica smiled. “Good. I am an unrepentant exhibitionist and voyeur. Excuse me for a second.”
She headed off to the bedroom. I watched Chris and Wendy talking quietly, Wendy’s hand on his thigh. She looked up at me. I winked again bringing one of her lecherous smiles to her face. I knew how Wendy was when she got into a mood like this. Chris was in for a wild ride.
“I think we should all get comfortable.” I looked up at the source of the voice. Jessica was standing in the door to the bedroom sans her robe, her blonde hair cascading down to her shoulders. Instant erection time. I looked at Wendy. Showtime. What would she do?
“Excellent idea,” she said smiling at me. “It is warm in here, by the fire.” She shrugged off her robe and tossed it aside. Chris quickly did the same. I glanced over at Jessica who was smiling at me. I tossed off my robe and threw it behind the bar. Her eyes locked on my erect cock and she licked her lips. She came across the room, her eyes never leaving my cock. I glanced over at Wendy to make sure she was okay with this. She was in Chris’ arms locked in a passionate kiss. Safe to say she wasn't having a problem.
I gathered Jessica in my arms and kissed her. Jessica pulled me down to the soft luxuriant carpet. The couch was now between Wendy and Chris, and Jessica and me. We could hear but not see, which in a way made the whole scene even more erotic. I could imagine what was happening from the sounds Chris and Wendy made without actually having to see it. Maybe it isn’t logical but it heightened my own libido.
Jessica was kissing me feverishly. I broke the kiss and started kissing her chin and then her neck. I tried to use gentle soft touches but she wasn’t into that. She pushed against me and her hands pulled my head lower. I heard Wendy moaning and then Jessica echoed her. It’s funny, but in a way, I felt like I was making love to both of the women. When my tongue parted her labia and I tasted her sweetness for the first time, I heard Wendy moan her deep ‘fuck me now’ moan. Jessica trembled as my tongue teased around her clitoris. She pushed her hips up, grinding her pussy against my face. I put my hand on her pubis, pressing against her, as I used my other hand to play with her pussy. She was juicing like crazy as I slid a finger inside her. I curled it deeply in her feeling the mass of her G spot. Again I felt her body trembling from the sensations as I took her clitoris into my mouth, sucking and licking it as I fucked her with mouth and hands.
Jessica’s hands entwined in my hair and pulled my head up. I looked up as her head came up, her lust filled eyes staring wildly at me. In a low throaty voice she commanded me, “Fuck me. Fuck me now.”
I rose between her legs, covering her as my cock slid up into her pussy. She was wet and ready and I bottomed out in one long push. “Yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard.” Her hands grabbed my arms, fingers digging into the flesh as she pushed her hips against mine, her pussy clamping down on my cock. I pulled back and plunged into her hard. She met me and groaned her pleasure. Again and again I plunged into her, wondering if I was too rough. But her hips met mine every time, her pussy grasping at my cock on every retreat.
Jessica’s eyes were closed and she was mouthing unintelligible obscenities, "fuck me," and "Oh God," and "shit," over and over. I was getting close; I felt that familiar tingling in my balls. Jessica howled and her head came up. I felt her teeth in my shoulder as she exploded, her pussy wildly contracting around my cock. Her head fell back as she screamed and her pussy clamped down, spasmed again around my cock. That was it, I felt my balls explode and the cum spew out and splatter into her pussy.
I was overcome by the euphoria of a great climax and fuck as I finished unloading into her pussy. I collapsed on top of her, feeling her pussy still throbbing around my quickly deflating cock. Worried that I was smothering her in my wasted condition, I rolled to the side, pulling her with me. We lay quietly both getting our breath back.
I heard Wendy’s familiar scream of passion and Chris moaning about cumming. Jessica’s eyes opened and she looked into mine. As we listened to them cumming she quietly asked me, “You okay with it?” I nodded and smiled. “Good,” she said. “Oh God that was a good fuck,” as she leant forward and kissed me. My cock had lost it and I felt it slip from her. “Oh,” she moaned. “I hate it when that happens.”
“Sorry,” I said.
“That’s okay. It did a magnificent job.” She put her hand on my cheek. “Nice fuck, big boy.”
I smiled, “You were pretty good yourself.” She smiled as we kissed once more.
I had been locked into a world with just Jessica and me and our coupling. A loud moan intruded. Jessica and I smiled at the sound of orgasm coming from the other side of the couch. Then silence. “Sounds like they had fun,” Jessica said.
I stood and came around the end of the sofa. Wendy was lying on her back, her mouth open and her legs splayed wide, her pussy wet with their climax. Chris looked up at me but I couldn’t take my eyes off Wendy’s gaping pussy. I felt the blood rushing into my cock, just a moment ago completely spent. In a few seconds, my cock was rising to full strength. Seeing Wendy like this made me want to fuck her like I had never fucked her before.
I saw Chris smile and he crawled around the other end of the couch to Jessica. Then I heard Jessica say, “Um, bring that thing over here. I want to suck you hard.” I heard a strangled moan from Chris and slurping noises.
My cock was fully erect as I moved between Wendy’s spread thighs. Her eyes sprang open when she felt the head of my cock nuzzling into her pussy. I kissed her as I pushed my cock up into her. She was wet and hot as I sank into her depths. As I bottomed out I could feel their cum pouring from her pussy. It made me want to fill her to the brim with my cum. I started pumping my ass, my hard cock spearing into her, banging her deeply on every thrust, faster and harder until the overflow began to run out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass.
Wendy was moaning and growling, throwing her ass up into me as we fucked hard. “Fuck me,” she growled. “Fuck me hard.” Her hands went down to my ass; her fingers dug in and pulled me ever deeper into her as I continued lancing my cock onto her spasming pussy. Wendy let go a keening howl, an unworldly scream as she came. It released something in me as I felt my balls boil and clutch up. The muscles in my legs vibrated as I felt spasm after spasm shake my body, my cum burst from my cock filling her pussy. Wet sloppy sucking sounds filled my ears as my cum filled her pussy to the brim and ran down her ass, pooling under her.
I stopped, my body convulsed and muscles locked, buried to the hilt. I could feel the pulsing in my balls which had emptied themselves twice in just a few minutes, a dull ache emanating from them.
I was lying next to Wendy holding her when we heard Jessica say, “Wow, that was good.” Chris and Jessica had come around the couch to be near the fire. They flopped down on the carpet.
Wendy turned in my arms so that she was facing them, “Yeah. It was better than I expected.”
Chris was holding Jessica. He smiled from over her shoulder as his hand moved over her belly. “Thank you, miss.” We laughed. “What about you?” Chris asked me.
I smiled. “Incredible. Making love with Jessica was wonderful. I mean, just for the variety alone. You know, but with Wendy it was one of the best ever.”
“So you’d do it again?” Jessica asked.
Wendy looked back to me. I nodded. She answered, “Yeah. Maybe not all of the time. But maybe once in a while.”
“Where do you guys live?” she asked.
Wendy didn’t hesitate, “San Francisco.”
I could see the disappointment in Jessica’s face. “Chicago. Too bad since it looks like the guys are worn out for the night.”
Wendy quickly agreed, “Yep, all washed up.”
“Hey,” Chris and I shouted in unison. “We have to do all of the work,” Chris said.
“Poor baby,” Jessica crooned. That broke us all up.
“Jessica,” Wendy asked, “Is it like that all of the time? I mean, I had incredible orgasms.”
“Not always. But women are built for multiple bouts of sex and multiple partners. There’s a lot of new research that has found that a woman having sex with two men is much more likely to conceive than if she has multiple sex encounters with only one man. Her body responds to multiple men. She is also likely to have a larger stronger healthier baby. Some researchers think female orgasms are influenced by these 'genetic predispositions.' Nature rewards a woman with more intense orgasms when she has multiple partners. The key is overcoming our puritan upbringing so that you feel free to enjoy it. Some women are so twisted by their upbringings that they can’t enjoy sex for sex's sake." She looked back at Chris who was smiling. "As for the guys, they think men have developed for 'sex' competition. That's why porn affects a man so strongly. He sees sex; it makes him want to get into the competition, so his resulting orgasm is also stronger and more satisfying. It's all theory, of course, but I will say we usually have pretty good ones when we are swapping."
Chris smiled and agreed, "You can say that again." Jessica playfully elbowed him. Chris tickled her and they were wrestling, and laughing until Chris pinned Jessica on her back and kissed her.
As they separated Jessica asked, “Again?”
Chris rolled off laughing, “No way. You two wore me out.”
Jessica looked over at Wendy. “Looks like they are useless. Would you like to shower?”
Wendy stretched and looked back at me. “I guess you’re right. I think I’ll take him to our room for that shower.” She pulled me up. We grabbed our robes and donned them. Jessica and Chris were standing at the door. Chris and I shook hands before we both hugged the women. I hardly noticed that Jessica was naked as I hugged her.
“Thanks for a wonderful evening,” I said.
Jessica looked over at Wendy. Wendy smiled, “Yes, thanks for a wonderful evening. I learned a lot.”
“If you two are ever in Chicago look us up,” Jessica said.
“Yes definitely,” Chris added winking at Wendy.
We headed back to our room holding hands and feeling a bit euphoric.
Wendy and I lazed in bed until late in the morning. I brought us some coffee which we both sipped while talking about the conference and the vacation. She was the one who finally brought up our adventure. “Did you like Jessica?”
“That feels like a loaded question. But I’ll answer it anyway. Yes, I liked Jessica. And I liked having sex with her.”
“Good. I liked Chris and I loved having sex with him. But the sex with you was even better,” she said.
“Exactly. That’s exactly the way it was for me too.”
Wendy scowled, “But I was… I mean, I had just had sex with Chris. I had to be…”
“Full of his cum,” I said.
“I was wet,” she said, “and maybe not as tight.”
“Truthfully, it was a turn on. I knew that you had just fucked Chris. And me taking you, it was like, how can I explain, it was like I was taking you back. I was making you mine again. I really felt possessive, not in a negative way, but like I needed to possess you completely and make you mine again. The feelings were really deep and powerful. I think that’s what made it so strong for me,” I said.
Wendy was nodding. “It’s not exactly the same but I think I understand. Having you make love to me after was something so strong… I can’t really explain it.”
Talking about the sex had made me hard. Wendy put her hand around my cock and slowly stroked it. “Kiss me,” she said. She was stroking my cock as we kissed. I put my hand over her pussy and spread her lips. She was already hot and wet. I spread her moisture around and played with her button a little. She was moaning into my mouth. I moved between her legs and her hand led my cock straight to her opening. I slid in easily.
The passion was different than the night before. This was a more loving passion rather than a physical passion. My cock moved slowly in and out of her body. We kissed as Wendy moaned, her hands running along my back. I lost track of time, caught in the timeless movements of sex. I felt my climax building. I needed to give her my cum. I stroked deeper, and faster, and then faster still. It arrived and I was filling her once again with my seed.
After, we lay together resting and touching each other.
“Mmm, that was nice,” said Wendy.
“Yeah. Would you want to do it again?” I asked.
“Have sex?” she asked.
“I meant like we did at Monterey.”
Wendy looked at me. “Would you?”
“Yes,” I said. “Under the right circumstances,” not wanting to appear overly eager.
“Yes. I would too, under the right circumstances," she said smiling. "I wouldn’t do it here. People we know might find out. But like with Jessica and Chris I might do it again.”
I pulled Wendy to me. She laid her head on my shoulder as I petted her. I started thinking about my upcoming conference schedule. From now on, I was going to make sure that Wendy attended all of my conferences!
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