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Subject: {ASSM} Close Quarters <*> {Antonio} (MF MF exhib rom)
Date: Sun, 15 Apr 2001 19:10:03 -0400
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Close Quarters -- by Antonio
(auto216915@hushmail.com)
(MF MF exhib rom)

Disclaimer:  This story involves sexual subject matter.  If you
aren't old enough to read this or it is illegal in your area, then
don't read further. 

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to real persons
is unintentional and strictly coincidental.

This story spends some time on character development, so if that
type of thing bores you, you might want to move on. If you enjoyed
the story or want to comment on it, please write me at the email
address above.  -- Antonio

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Close Quarters


  "Daddy, are you going, too?" Rachel asked as she ran into David and 
Cynthia's room. At five years old, she still asked many questions to 
each of them in turn.

  "Yes, your mother and I are going together," David replied as he 
zipped up his overnight bag. "We're both going with Steven and Sharon. 
Didn't Mommy and I tell you we were going a couple of days ago?"

  "Yes, Daddy, but are me and Brian going, too?"

  "No, Rachel, you and Brian are staying with Grandma. Didn't Mommy and 
I tell you this also?

  "Yes, Daddy, but when is Grandma coming?"

  "None too soon, Rachel. Now why don't you carry Mommy's purse to the 
front door while I carry these bags? And don't open it!"

  Dave got their things in a neat pile by the door, so they could run 
out to Steve and Sharon's car. I was pouring outside, but that didn't 
diminish his spirits. Hell, being locked up in the hotel room with 
Cynthia might be the best way to spend this weekend. Too many months 
had passed since they had been together without the kids.

  "There's a car out there, Daddy!" Brian yelled.

  "Thanks, Brian, it's Grandma. I'm going to take and umbrella out 
there to walk her in."

  "Can I come?"

  "Too wet, Brian" Dave said, as the screen door closed behind him. He 
waved to Cynthia's mother and walked over to her car in the driveway.

  "Hello, Doris. Thought that the umbrella was the least that I could 
do. How are you doing?"

  "Good, Dave. You're looking great as usual. Looking forward to a 
weekend with my daughter?" Doris said as she cooked an eyebrow at him.

  "I might ask for a kiss or two, but I'm sure that our chaperones will 
keep us in line," Dave replied, slipping into the familiar banter with 
Doris. "You know that they don't allow boys and girls together alone on 
these trips."

  "Steve and Sharon definitely strike me as the type who will keep you 
two in line-the pour line on the shot glass, that is," Doris whipped 
back. David had always liked Doris and her sense of humor. He knew 
where a lot of Cynthia's beauty and personality came from. He opened 
the door for her.

  "And how are my prince and princess?" Doris gushed as she swept them 
into her arms. "We are going to have such a great time while your Mommy 
and Daddy are away. Who wants a cookie?" she asked, pulling a tin box 
out from under her coat.

  "Rachel and Brian may have more fun than we do," Cynthia said.

  "Don't count on it, if I have my way," David said, getting a raised 
eyebrow from both ladies.

  "OK, Mom, you remember the drill? It's been a few months." Cynthia 
said.

  "I don't forget that fast yet," Doris replied. "At least give me a 
few more years. No, I know where everything is. There's the candy jar, 
and your bed in the back should still make a good trampoline."

  "Right, Mom. Just don't get the cops called over here."

  "We'll keep the destruction inside. Now, you two have a good time, 
Doris said as another car pulled into the driveway. "Don't bother 
inviting them in. Too wet, and you need to get started on your trip. On 
you go!"

  David and Cynthia gave their kids the usual hugs, kisses, assurances, 
and admonishments, grabbed their bags, and walked out to the car. David 
dropped the bags into Steven's open trunk and walked Cynthia to her 
door. As Cynthia got into her seat, she saw David watching her legs. 
She pulled up her skirt up and flashed him a bit more, giving David a 
wink when she caught his eye. David always enjoyed watching Cynthia. 
She could rivet his eyes, yet her attraction was not that of a 
supermodel. It was more that of a good-looking woman who excited on 
many levels, only one of them visual. With shoulder-length dark hair 
and dark eyes, Cynthia could exude a sense of mystery that enchanted 
David. David always thought that she would make a good sorceress, if 
magic were possible.

  She was a bit more formal than most women these days, preferring the 
etiquette of a bygone era. Preferring subtlety to directness, Cynthia 
often just used her eyes to communicate something to David in a social 
setting. Her friends, however, Cynthia drew into a circle of warmth, 
openness, and humor. Steven and Sharon were well within that circle. 
Her tastes ran the gamut from high culture to popular, but always with 
a discerning eye for quality. Cynthia ran and bicycled for fun and 
exercise, and she had accompanied David on many of his outdoor outings. 
Altogether, she was everything David could imagine when he married her. 

  "Hello, Dave. Supposed to blow over in an hour or two. Weekend should 
be great," Steven said as Dave got his belt on.

  "This will be a great time no matter what the weather. We've always 
had fun on these trips. You look lovely, Sharon," David said as he 
turned to her. And she did. She was as attractive as Cynthia, with 
differences that always drew David's interest. 

  "Thank you, Dave." Sharon said, dazzling him with her smile.

  "Not a good idea to be eyeing the other ladies before a weekend with 
me," Cynthia laughed. "I might pout."

  "Just being a gentlemen," David smoothly replied, to snorts from 
Steven. "Of course I only have eyes for you, dear."

  The four friends fell into chatting as they worked their way over to 
Highway 1. They then began the drive up the coast from Santa Monica to 
Santa Barbara-their destination for the weekend. After a half-hour the 
rain began to let up as the traffic thinned. They talked about their 
work lives, their families, mutual friends, and what they would have 
for dinner that night. They passed through Malibu and by Pepperdine 
University. The conversation was lively, and the four friends hardly 
noticed the miles traveling by. They quieted, however, when they saw 
the warning sign flashing on the highway:

  "WARNING: ROAD BLOCKED 20 MILES AHEAD. SEEK ALTERNATE ROUTE." 

  "Uh-oh," Steve said. "I'm just glad that we're only ten miles out." 
Traffic was slowing as the rain picked up again.

  The group stayed quiet to let Steven concentrate on his driving. Soon 
they were turning in to the town.

  "Traffic seems unusually heavy in town," David said. "I don't 
remember it being like this."

  "I wonder if folks are holed up in Santa Barbara, waiting for the 
blockage to clear on the highway," Sharon said. "Look at how crowded 
the restaurant parking lots are."

  "Could be," David answered. "Let's hope that our rooms are still 
open."

  "We have reservations," Cynthia replied.

  "Yeah, but people may need emergency shelter if this doesn't let up. 
I'm sure that a lot of folks are deciding to quit for the night."

  They continued to their inn. They had both stayed here before, years 
ago before their kids, and they had fond memories of the place. I was 
two blocks from the beach, and it had a nice corner of grass and trees 
that most of the rooms looked out upon.

  When they arrived, the parking lot was nearly full. They all got out 
and hurried to the lobby. The rain had lessened, but it was still 
coming down.

  The manager was apologetic. "We held one room open for your party 
with two beds. I'm sorry, but the road north of here is going to be 
blocked for some time, with flooding and a large accident. The town is 
under orders to house as many people as possible tonight. Of course, we 
will only charge you for a double room, and we'll see that you have two 
of our suites tomorrow. The good news is that the rain is supposed to 
be leaving the area right now, and the rest of the weekend looks 
great."

  "Well, thanks for a least saving one room." David said. "It's a lot 
better than driving back tonight."

  "I guess we're not getting laid tonight," Steven said as he and David 
walked back to the car to get their bags. "Unless you want to wait 
turns in the lobby." He sounded about as disappointed as David felt. 
Nights without the kids were precious.

  "No, I think that we'll just get up and get to our new room early 
tomorrow. The work of moving will probably wear me out, so I'll have to 
take an immediate nap. I have a feeling that Cynthia will be tired 
also."

  "You know, I've been feeling pretty tired in the morning myself these 
days," Steven said, cracking a smile.

  The couples got to their room and unpacked only enough to get them 
through the night. They had dinner reservations in an hour, so they 
kicked back on the beds and continued talking.

  "I figure it's about time to start the evening," David said as he 
went over to his bag. He rooted around and extracted a bottle of 
champagne from a cooler bag. "Sharon, can you help me with these 
glasses?"

  "I knew that you were good for something," Steven remarked. 
"Excellent call on the bubbly." 

  The couples continued talking and laughing. The dusk outside hid the 
fact that the rain had blown inland, and the night was now clear.

  "Look," Cynthia said. "I can see the stars and the moon on the 
horizon. Let's walk to dinner!"

  "Great idea," Steven replied. "I didn't want to worry about how much 
wine I drink tonight anyway."

  Their dinner was outstanding. They had tried a new place on a strong 
recommendation from a friend, and it was just what they liked: 
intimate, an inventive menu, and a great wine list.

  "Ah, it's great to eat like adults. I'm having to remember to savor 
my meal, rather than wolf it down," Sharon laughed.

  "Here, here," David replied, raising his glass. "To our best friends 
and a great weekend!"

  


  The two couples slowly walked back to their room under a full moon, 
reminiscing about how they had spent so many nights like this one 
before their kids. They tarried a little more than they did in the old 
days, when separate rooms were waiting on them. 

  "First dibs on the bathroom!" Steve said as they got to the hotel.

  "Next!" David added.

  "Some gentlemen we have for husbands, Sharon," Cynthia observed. 
"Maybe we should go on the prowl while they're in there. I'm sure there 
are some men back at the restaurant who would be happy to treat us 
nicely before going to bed."

  "Not if they don't have a hotel room. You might be treated nicely in 
the back seat!" Steve shot back.

  "You might be right. We'll let you off this time. Actually, you and 
David can go first, since you're usually pretty fast. Then you go 
Sharon, and I'll be able to take my time."

  When David came out of the bathroom in his boxers, he got a whistle 
from Sharon. However, he knew that this would work both ways. Propped 
up in this bed reading, he would enjoy the show when Sharon came out in 
whatever she had to cover herself with. He figured that Steve would 
enjoy the same show with Cynthia. David and Cynthia never brought much 
sleepwear on these trips, so Cynthia would have to improvise. As Steve 
walked out in silk boxers, he got a similar catcall from Cynthia.

  It was Sharon's turn. As she went in, David remarked, "You probably 
don't want to wear too much to bed, you know. I'm sure it will get 
stuffy with all of us in here." He felt Cynthia's pinch for that one.

  "I don't know about hot, but it's getting deep," Sharon said as she 
closed the door.

  When David heard the door open, he of course looked up, and whistled 
silently to himself. Sharon was clad in a tightly fitting black tank 
top, the type women wear under a blouse. "So she didn't have anything 
to sleep in either," David thought approvingly. He also approved of the 
obvious lack of a bra. He had always appreciated Sharon's breasts under 
her sweaters, but this was a much more intimate look. The shear 
material did little to change their natural shape, firm as they were. 
Her nipples were half-erect and stood out proudly on her chest. David 
quickly worked his gaze downward-he knew that he didn't have too much 
time to look Sharon over. The tank top flared over her hips and ended 
almost at the bottom of black panties. Beneath that, her well-
remembered legs were walking over to the bed. He dropped his gaze-not 
even knowing whether Sharon had seen him staring. Something told him 
that Cynthia had, however, and he looked beside him to see her 
smirking, a world of meaning in her eyes. Cynthia got up and grabbed 
her overnight bag as she went in the door.

  "Think I'll be too hot, Dave?" he heard Sharon tease as the door 
closed.

  "Uh, I'm sure of it," David replied, burying his nose in the book. 
After reading the same sentence about a hundred times, he heard the 
door open again. Not knowing what Cynthia was going to wear, he was 
anticipating her entrance about as much as he figured Steve was. He 
wasn't disappointed. Sharon walked out in a lacy black bra that did 
little to obscure her erect nipples. Below that, a tight tummy gave way 
to matching black panties and graceful legs. Fixing David with a look 
first, Sharon made a point of turning around and bending over to place 
her bag on the floor by the door. Being familiar with the view, David 
took the opportunity to see the effect of this on Steve.

  Both Steve and Sharon had their eyes locked on Cynthia, each too 
mesmerized to worry about who was observing. As Sharon turned back 
around, they quickly lowered their gazes, but David could see the 
slight blush of excitement on Sharon's face. He knew that he didn't 
have to interpret Steve's.

  "Pleasant dreams, you two," Cynthia said sweetly as she slipped under 
the covers. David laughed to himself at how Cynthia always managed to 
say a lot with a few words.

  "Always, Cynthia," he heard Steve say. "'Night."

  David turned the light off, slipped down under the covers, and turned 
back to Cynthia. Over her shoulder he saw that the curtain was still 
open and that the moonlight was silver on the trees. He and Cynthia 
often slept with curtains open on moonlit nights, and he didn't stir to 
close these. He heard a series of low endearments and several kisses 
behind him as he did the same with Cynthia. He could feel the heat from 
her and knew that she wanted him this night as much as he wanted her. 
He had a wild thought of pulling her to him and making love right 
there, but he held back. It was just something that had never come up 
between the couples, even in a joking sense, and he didn't feel bold 
enough to act on his own. With a final kiss, he extended his arm under 
Cynthia's head to cuddle her and turned on his back. As Cynthia shifted 
next to him and settled her head on his chest, he began the long 
process of getting sexual thoughts out of his head and drifting off to 
sleep. It was going to be a while.

  Suddenly, David's drifting senses jerked back into acute focus. Had 
it been ten minutes or thirty since he had turned off the light? It 
took a second for the conscious mind to register what his subconscious 
had known instantly: he had heard a kiss. He dismissed the idea even as 
his heart began to pound, but he listened intently. There it was again. 
A quiet smacking sound. Surely it hadn't been that long and his friends 
were just saying a final goodnight. But still he listened. He heard 
more smacking sounds, and then he was sure that Steve and Sharon were 
locked in a prolonged kiss. A surge of lightheaded energy coursed 
through him. He had never witnessed more than a social kiss between 
Steve and Sharon, yet here they were obviously swallowing each other's 
tongue. Careful not to nudge Cynthia, he turned his head ever so 
slightly and worked his eyes all the way over, trying to confirm what 
his ears were telling him. How far were they going to take this?

  What he saw made his cock leap an inch. By the height of the covers 
on their bed, either Steve or Sharon was clearly on top of the other 
one. David turned his head to get a better view, wondering if Cynthia 
was awake as well. He hadn't noticed any movement from her yet, but she 
had her head on his chest and wouldn't have to move. David thanked his 
unwitting foresight in leaving the curtain open as he focused his eyes 
on the bed next to him. The figure on top's long blonde hair dropped 
down, slowly moving as it's owner made love with her tongue. The upper 
part of the back tank top extended from beneath the covers. Sharon's 
breasts were pressed into Steve's chest, so he couldn't see much there, 
but he did enjoy the view of Steve's hands massaging Sharon's shoulder 
blades. He thought that he could just see some slight movement where 
Sharon's ass would be, but he wasn't sure.

  As they continued kissing, Steve's hands slowly worked down Sharon's 
back. With each caress, he was lowering the covers. David knew it was 
probably getting hot in there. Sharon was also starting to lift herself 
from Steve's chest, and now David could definitely see that she was 
slowly twisting over him. By the time Steve reached her lower back, 
Sharon had nearly raised completely off of him, only her breasts making 
contact. Both Steve and Sharon were still trying to be quiet, but David 
could hear some of their inhalations as they occasionally remembered to 
breathe. He watched with approval as Steve's hands worked back up, then 
to the sides, and finally to Sharon's front. As Steve's hands began to 
cup the underside of Sharon's breasts, David heard a very low moan. He 
saw Sharon arch her back slightly to allow Steve better access. His 
hands stayed low for a while, however, prolonging the anticipation. 
David could now see Sharon's entire breast stretching the tank top, the 
only contact being Sharon's nipples as she impatiently dragged them 
across Steve's chest. Steve sensed her need and brought his fingertips 
together at her nipples, drawing another moan and the beginning of a 
pronounced rocking in Sharon's hips.

  "OK," Dave thought to himself, "this is going all the way. I wonder 
if Sharon is catching this?" He felt it getting warm under their 
covers, but that could just be his excitement. He also wondered whether 
his friends intended for their lovemaking to be witnessed. They had 
waited a little while before starting, but not that long. They were 
being quiet, but not silent. It was hard to say. Well, he could answer 
one question, at least. His one arm was draped over Cynthia's, and he 
took a finger and lightly traced a circle on her arm. If she were 
asleep, he knew it wouldn't wake her.

  A second, he felt movement under his arm. His cock jumped again as he 
felt Cynthia lightly drag her finger over his abdomen. His mouth going 
dry at the implied message, he felt her begin to drill the finger in 
and out of his navel. The finger stopped and the hand went flat. Once 
again, Cynthia was communicating: Let's quietly enjoy this show, and 
then let's start one of our own.

  David's attention shifted back to the bed next to them. Things were 
heating up. Sharon's hips were rocking back and forth, and she still 
had her lips locked to Steve's. David felt sure that she had worked her 
cunt back to rub against Steve's cock. As Steve's hands left Sharon's 
breasts and slid the covers back over her panty-clad ass, David's 
suspicion was confirmed. Steve's hands then slipped under the waistband 
and slowly pulled the material down. David wondered how Steve and 
Sharon were going to get the panties off without a lot of stirring. He 
shouldn't have doubted his friends. Steve slowly worked the material 
down, aided by appropriate arching from Sharon. When her straddled legs 
stalled further progress, she deftly rolled one leg back over the 
other, bring her ass into full view. Steve worked the material down 
nearly to her knees, where she drew the upper leg and foot through the 
panties. She then rolled back over Steve, the panties forgotten on her 
other leg. As she started to work his boxers down, David could see 
Steve's cock standing proud. Soon she had worked them down far enough, 
and she again backed her cunt up to his cock, rocking more forcefully 
now. This time the moan came from Steve.

  Steve's hands returned to twist Sharon's nipples through the thin 
material of her top. David could see them fully extended, hard between 
his fingers. The sight was unbelievably exciting. Sharon's hips were 
rising higher as she worked the head of Steve's cock toward her 
opening. Steve patiently worked her nipples, waiting for Sharon to make 
the final move.

  Suddenly, she did. David saw Sharon's arm travel down between her 
legs and grasp Steve's cock. With a final motion of her hips, she got 
Steve's cock positioned at her entrance. David saw her hips work back 
and down as she slowly sank down around his rod. He heard a louder moan 
from both of them. They obviously were caring less about making noise 
at this point. With another moan, Sharon's hips started rocking again.

  It was a long, beautiful fuck. Steve's hands left Sharon's nipples as 
she relaxed her upper body onto his chest, and started roaming over her 
back and ass. David could hear the breathing get heavier as they ground 
into each other. Finally he saw Sharon raise her head slightly, clearly 
needing to catch her breath. She kept her eyes locked on Steve's and 
her hands around his face. David wondered if she knew that they were 
being watched. Her hips began to move faster, her ass undulate more, 
and David could tell that she was grinding her tits into Steve's chest. 
Steve, who had been content to let her do the work, started thrusting 
into her from below.

  Sharon's hips moved faster, her breathing quickened, and David knew 
that she was on the edge. Suddenly she locked her lips to Steve's again 
as her hips drove down. He heard the muffled cries as her body 
convulsed over his. She never stopped pumping Steve's cock as she 
exploded for what seemed ages. Finally, her orgasm subsided, and her 
body slowed it's twisting. Sharon brought her head up and looked into 
Steve's eyes again. Now it was his turn.

  Steve didn't waist any time. David knew the excitement of having 
Cynthia come on top of him, and he knew that Steve had to be close, 
after feeling Sharon's volcanic eruption all around him. Hell, he was 
about to come just from watching! Steve brought his hands to the top of 
Sharon's shoulders and pulled them down, forcing her cunt down to the 
base of his cock with each thrust into her. David watched, fascinated, 
as Sharon's ass flexed over him. Clearly, she was working his cock as 
hard as she could, and she knew what she was doing.

  Steve's motions became more frantic, and then he raised his lips in 
need. Sharon swiftly brought hers down and clamped onto his yet again. 
This time she muffled his grunts as his hands drove her shoulders down 
for a final time. He held them there as he jerked his hips from the 
bed, lifting them both as he came into her. He held rigid, twitching as 
he shot and shot. Finally, he collapsed back down and relaxed the grip 
on her shoulders, releasing the pressure of her cunt flattened around 
the base of his cock.

  Sharon and Steve kept their lips clamped together as much as possible 
while they came down from the high of their lovemaking. Finally, Sharon 
lowered her head down beside Steve's and fully relaxed over him, his 
cock still nestled inside her. She still didn't look up, and David had 
a feeling that she didn't want to break the spell of whoever might be 
watching. He still wondered whether they intended to be seen or not.

  David's attention was diverted to more immediate concerns, however, 
as he felt Cynthia's hand begin to stir again. Cynthia drug it down so 
it just touched the tip of his tented cock, and he felt her chuckle as 
she confirmed his excitement. David felt some movement and realized 
that Cynthia was pulling her panties down under the covers. He felt her 
draw her legs through and push the panties to the bottom of the bed. 
Cynthia plainly did not want them to slow her down once she got 
started. She next reached for the waistband of his boxers and worked 
them over his straining cock, careful not to touch him. He helped her 
kick them off, trying not to make too much noise at this early stage.

  Cynthia was taking control, which was fine with David. She swung one 
leg over him and rolled on top, looking into his eyes. He saw wild 
desire there, and the excitement of having Steve and Sharon sharing in 
the experience. Cynthia's wetness touched his skin, communicating her 
desire in another way. He felt the touch of her lips and then the 
pressure as she fused them to his. He ran his hands over her back, 
feeling the straps of her bra, and an idea came to him. He had seen 
both Steve and Sharon's stare at Cynthia earlier in the evening, and he 
determined to give them something to look at now. He reached down and 
drew one of her knees forward, even with this chest, then the other, 
until Cynthia was straddling him. He then brought his hands to the back 
of her bra and unclasped it, getting a purr of approval from Cynthia. 
Instead of working it over her head, however, he brought his hands to 
her shoulders and raised her up, watching her eyes all the while. Her 
skin glowed in the moonlight, highlighted by the black band across her 
chest, where the bra still hung from her shoulders. Cynthia, eyes 
afire, slowly shrugged her shoulders toward him as he reached for the 
straps, and the bra fell into his hands.

  David luxuriated in the scene before him. Cynthia was every man's 
fantasy in the moonlight, looking like a goddess on a midnight 
rendezvous with her lover. Her face, framed by black hair, radiated 
love and passion, and her breasts glowed in the light. David couldn't 
remember ever seeing her nipples so pronounced before. Instinctively he 
reached up to cup each breast from beneath, just as Steve had with 
Sharon. He was rewarded by a long sigh from Cynthia. Slowly he worked 
his hands toward her nipples, circling them around and around with his 
fingers. Cynthia had closed her eyes and was swaying above him, waiting 
for the electric contact of his fingers, and he answered her need, 
drawing a gasp and an involuntary push of her breasts into his hands. 
He twirled and pulled on her nipples, memorizing the feel of hot, hard 
rubber under his fingers.

  David was intensely excited as he thought of Steve and Sharon taking 
in this show. Unlike them, David and Cynthia were sure that they were 
being watched. Cynthia was now grinding her cunt into his upper groin, 
bathing him with her juices. Sensing her readiness, David dropped his 
hands slowly, pulling Cynthia down again by her nipples. He then 
grasped her hips and worked them back until the upper side of his cock 
was sliding along her outer lips, just as Steve and Sharon had done. 
Cynthia once more fused her lips to his, and he felt her hot breath on 
his face. He brought his hands back to her nipples, and reveled in the 
feeling of her pussy lips working back and forth along his cock. He and 
Cynthia often spent time this way when making love, because it brought 
tremendous pleasure without bringing orgasm on too quickly.

  Cynthia worked David expertly. The light pressure of her lips 
sensitized his cock until he could feel the tingling down his legs. 
Impatiently, he reached around between her legs and pressed his cock 
firmly against her glowing cunt, drawing an approving murmur from 
Cynthia. She raised up and allowed him to work his head between her 
lips. Lifting up slightly and arching her back, she angled her opening 
to match his towering rod and sunk back, engulfing him.

  David felt the liquid heat spread down his cock and then the pressure 
on his hips as Cynthia bottomed out. He let Cynthia set the pace, 
knowing that she would take care of them both. Cynthia locked her arms 
on either side of him and slowly pivoted on them, making for long, slow 
strokes on his cock. David's gaze alternated between her breasts and 
her eyes as he enjoyed the physical sensation as well as her love for 
him. He enjoyed the feeling for a while, knowing that this was an 
experience to savor. He resisted thrusting himself, knowing that 
Cynthia would shift into higher gear soon. She didn't disappoint him, 
dropping to her elbows and hunkering down over him, angling her clit 
for maximum friction. The physical part of their lovemaking gained the 
ascendancy as she started driving back around his cock. David thrusted 
back almost by reflex. Her breath was getting ragged, and she was 
obviously starting to forget that anyone else was in the room. From 
long experience, David knew that her orgasm was coming on soon, and the 
sight of it would drive his own.

  Cynthia's face came down beside his as she became caught up in the 
rush to the edge. David could feel the moisture on her face and hair-a 
testament to her heat. He massaged her ass as he heard the moans start 
deep in her throat. The sensations in his cock jumped to a new level-it 
really is amazing how fast it can come on, he thought, as he started 
holding back the flood in his balls. Suddenly, he felt he lock lips to 
his again as she started twisting over him, moaning her release into 
his mouth. Her cunt convulsed around his, ripping his orgasm from deep 
within him. He felt it break over him just as she stopped writhing, and 
he drove his cock deep into her cunt and held it there, letting her 
aftershocks squeeze his cock as it pumped. What an intense feeling! Nor 
did he let go for a long while, wanted to savor every bit of this 
orgasm. There is nothing like just lying and relaxing after a powerful 
orgasm, letting your mate lie atop you. 

  Finally, the afterglow died down enough that normal thought started 
again. David remembered that two others were in the room and he laughed 
to himself. He hoped that they had enjoyed it. He felt Cynthia pull up 
and he looked into her eyes, giving her a wink. She smiled back and 
reached down to give him a lingering kiss. Cynthia then eased down 
beside him and he pillowed her head in his arm. Sometimes sex was so 
powerful and complete that they were fully worn out afterward, and this 
was one of those times. Both he and Cynthia dropped off to sleep 
quickly.


  

  Morning dawned, and the sunlight waxed through the window onto the 
sleeping forms. David's consciousness slowly reasserted itself, blowing 
away the mists of slumber and dream. With it, his memory of the night 
before rushed back to him, and he relived the excitement of those 
events. Another feeling accompanied this recollection, however: How 
would they all react to the night before? Would they talk about it? Or 
would they just try to ignore it and go on with their vacation-was the 
intense feeling of the night before too much to acknowledge? There was 
going to be some awkwardness this morning after, of that David felt 
certain. They were all naked under the sheets, and the first person to 
rise would have to set the tone. He knew that this time would come 
soon, because he could hear the stirrings of Steven and Sharon as they 
woke to the new day. Although he was lying on his side facing their 
bed, David didn't look over there yet. If there was going to be 
embarrassment, there was no use making it worse.

  He felt a stirring behind him. Cynthia snuggled behind him, molding 
herself to his back and draping her arm over his side. He felt her 
crinkly pubic hair on his ass and the warmth of her hips, and he 
thought of the many times that Cynthia had pleasured him after starting 
in this position. She was tight enough behind him to indicate 
affection, but David figured that it was to indicate acceptance of the 
night before-nothing more. Their lovemaking of the night before had 
been in response to their friends. He was sure that Cynthia would not 
have started that on her own.

  He jumped, then, when Cynthia's hand began to move under the sheets. 
She caressed his chest, moving back and forth from his neck to his 
navel. He felt and heard the soft smack of her lips as she kissed his 
back. David wondered if she was just teasing him, but then he noticed 
that Cynthia was slowly working the sheets down his body, exposed her 
hand as it ran through his chest hair. He heard some movement from the 
other bed, but didn't look up to see what it meant. As his nipples 
became exposed to whoever was watching, Cynthia began to pay particular 
attention there, circling them and lightly pinching them. Suddenly, he 
knew that Cynthia was communicating to him once again. She and David 
were going to make love this morning, with the strong light pouring 
through the window. David's cock, already stirring, jumped at this 
realization.

  Cynthia's hand began to work further down, bring the sheets along 
with it. David realized that she was going to put him on display. His 
heart started hammering in his chest. Last night in the moonlight was 
one thing, but this morning, Cynthia was going to work his cock in full 
view of their friends. She continued to bring her hand, and the sheets, 
downward, until she pulled them back over his legs. David felt the cool 
air on his cock, and he wondered if his friends were watching. He 
looked up, and he saw Sharon's eyes boring into his, shining with 
excitement. He also saw Steven watching the action as he propped up his 
head behind her.

  David jumped as Cynthia's hand possessively covered his cock and then 
slid down to cup his balls. He dropped his eyes to the action below as 
she began to run her hand along the underside of his shaft, making sure 
that their friends had a good view. David gave a long sigh to let 
Cynthia know that he was enjoying this. There certainly wasn't any 
reason to keep quiet this morning. Cynthia kept the pressure light, so 
David knew that she was planning something else-what would it be?

  Cynthia's hand left his cock and moved to his hip, where it began to 
pull back, turning him over. As he rolled onto his back, he saw her 
face for the first time this morning. As small smile played about her 
lips as they reached down to kiss him. They then started moving down 
his chest, and his cock hardened even more as he figured where they 
were headed. Cynthia kept covered as she worked down David's body. She 
wanted the focus to be on him for now. David began to feel a little 
exposed as he realized that he was going to receive pleasure alone. It 
wasn't so much his nakedness as the fact that his responses and 
emotions would be the focus of everyone's attention. He wondered it 
Cynthia was going to blow him all the way to orgasm, a solitary orgasm 
where Sharon and Steve experienced every detail of his reaction. It was 
kind of like the first time that he had masturbated for Cynthia, yet 
stronger since Sharon and Steve were his friends and not his lovers. A 
flush of excitement and a little fear thrilled along his limbs as he 
waited for the touch of Cynthia's lips.

  He groaned as they touched the head of his cock and immediately 
slipped all the way down. Cynthia immediately started sucking him as 
she worked up and down his shaft. This was no warm-up. Her hand 
alternated between cupping his balls and probing down between his legs 
as she kept the view clear for Sharon and Steve to watch her lips drag 
along his cock. David felt the heat begin to center between his legs, 
and he suddenly broke free of any concern about exposing his emotions.

  "God, that feels great, Cynthia," he groaned. This was the first time 
anyone had spoken aloud since they went to bed the night before.

  "Enjoy yourself," Cynthia said as she pulled away from his shaft for 
a second and looked up at him. She immediately returned to her task.

  David allowed his body to respond to the pleasure Cynthia was giving 
him. He pulled his hands behind his head and drew up his legs a bit so 
that he could writhe freely, and just let his body go. He arched his 
back and rocked his hips back and forth as he groaned with each 
downward motion of Cynthia's mouth. He spread his legs apart to give 
Cynthia better access to his balls and ass as her had continued to ply 
back and forth. David was completely in her power at this point, and he 
didn't care who knew about it.

  Cynthia made the most of the opportunity, working her hand under his 
ass and massaging each cheek. David continued to revel in the 
sensations and the knowledge that they were being watched, and he felt 
the pressure begin to center in his cock and balls. He passed the point 
where he knew that the dam was going to eventually break-it was just a 
matter of time. His moaning became louder. Cynthia felt his excitement 
and increased the pressure of her lips.

  The heat and pressure became unbearable. David was now nearly 
flailing about on the bed.

  "Oh god, Cynthia. I'm going to come! Uh, uh, uh.ahhhhhhhh!" David 
cried as he lifted his hips and exploded into her mouth. He continued 
to groan as wave after wave crashed upon his cock and balls, each 
sending another jet shooting up into Cynthia's hungry mouth.

  Cynthia continued to pump him as he worked every bit of pleasure from 
this come. He had experienced many memorable orgasms with Cynthia, one 
just the night before, but this was one of the most intense. It was a 
while before he stopped twisting under her and settled back onto the 
bed with a sigh.

  "That was incredible, Cynthia," he said as he gently lifted her lips 
from the tip of his shaft and turned her face toward him. "Thanks a 
million. I love you."

  "I love you, too, David," she smiled. David could see the little 
question dancing in her eyes: I wonder if anything is going to happen 
to me? With the coming down from his orgasm, David's mind was slowly 
returning from Cynthia's spell, and he knew that it was time to take 
control of the situation. A plan rapidly formed in his mind as he 
reached down to guide her shoulders up to him.

  David let Cynthia bring the sheet up with her shoulders, covering 
them both. As she lied down on him, he kissed her deeply, tasting his 
salty tang in her mouth. He caressed her back and slowly slid the sheet 
down. Cynthia was pressed against him, however, so she wasn't exposed. 
That was going to change. David still felt the erotic surge at being 
the center of attention, and he was going to give Cynthia the same 
opportunity, maybe even more so.

  Cynthia's breath was getting hot, and David worked his hands around 
to her sides, lifting her up until she was on her hands and knees over 
him. He saw the heat in her eyes as her breast lifted up over him, in 
clear view of their friends. David looked deep into those eyes as he 
brought his hands around to her front. He was going to watch her 
pleasure for a while himself. He saw her gaze grow distant as his 
fingertips brushed her nipples and circled her aureola. The nipples 
were already firm, but they became rock hard as he lightly worked over 
and around them. Occasionally she would focus and smile down at him, 
and then she would lose herself in touch again.

  "Uummm," Cynthia purred as he increased the pressure. She was swaying 
above him now, and he brought one hand down and slid the sheet 
completely off her back and legs, given their friends an unhindered 
view of her body. He slid under her until he could tease her nipples 
with his tongue. David stole a glance over to the other bed and saw the 
two pairs of eyes riveted on the tip of his tongue. Steve had his arm 
wrapped around Sharon-probably massaging her nipples. He saw Steve 
swallow, obviously turned on. He took each of Cynthia's breasts and 
worked the nipple deep into his mouth, sucking harder as he heard 
Cynthia's sighs become deeper. 

  David felt a light touch of wetness where Cynthia's legs straddled 
his, and he smiled at her excitement. The time was right to finish his 
plan. David took her ass into his hands and tugged forward, signaling 
Cynthia to slide her hips forward over his waiting tongue. He often 
pleasured her in this position at home, so she knew the signal. This 
time, however, he hadn't left her room to bury her face in the pillow, 
so she was forced to rise up and nearly sit over him. In this way, 
Steve and Sharon were going to enjoy every detail of her response to 
his tongue lashing.

  "Enjoy yourself," he said, and he laughed as he saw her wry look. 

  "At least you won't be able to make wisecracks for a while," Cynthia 
said as she lowered her cunt over him. He heard her sigh as he licked 
the length of her lips.

  Despite her banter, Cynthia was feeling a little apprehensive at her 
physical and emotional nakedness. Like most people, she had only 
experienced solitary pleasure in front of David. Sex usually involved 
the full attention of both partners, where each one was too occupied to 
fully scrutinize the other. Only those times when David sat back and 
used his hands on her, or she pleasured herself in front of him, did he 
have sufficient leisure to take in her every sound and movement. Before 
meeting David, she had seldom shared with a partner at that level. Her 
marriage with David had deepened her trust over the years, and she was 
very comfortable sharing every emotion with him-in fact, she enjoyed it 
immensely. Now, however, she was bringing two more people into that 
level of intimacy with her inner self. She recognized how David must 
have felt minutes before when he writhed under her. She had to admit 
that he had turned the tables quite well. She was open on all sides, 
with all her facial expressions and body movements on complete display. 
The only thing not visible was her shins.

  At the same time, Cynthia fell the shivers of exhilaration travel 
through her body. Her philosophizing was quickly receding into the back 
of her mind as heat built up between her legs. She had both her arms 
just beyond David's head, and she used them to rock back and forth, 
grinding herself into David's tongue. Damn, did it feel good!

  David watched her breasts swing as she rocked over him. He saw her 
face relax, and he knew that she had totally surrendered herself to him 
and to their friends. He slid he hands down her back and cupped her ass 
in his hands. He saw her arch her back, her tits jutting out even more.

  "You feel so good, David. Please don't stop."

  David had no intention of letting up. He had been concentrating on 
her lower pussy lips to stretch out Cynthia's ascent to orgasm, but he 
now moved higher and licked full on her protruding clitoris. As he 
heard Cynthia's moan, he started working his fingers along the crevice 
of her ass. Cynthia was increasing the pressure each time she rocked 
back into his face, and he flattened his tongue against her nub, never 
letting up.

  Cynthia felt the fire spreading through her hips, and she reached the 
point of no return. At some level, she knew that she looked like a 
helpless bitch in heat, but she no longer cared. She felt the need in 
her nipples, and she brought one hand up to furiously twist and pull, 
starting another path of pleasure to her searing cunt.

  David saw her hand, and he knew Cynthia's need. Several years of 
marriage had taught him much about her, and he drew his tongue back, 
letting Cynthia's cunt grind directly into his chin. Most times, this 
would be too much stimulation, but once in a while Cynthia reached a 
white-hot point where she needed it hard and fast.

  "Yes, baby, yes," Cynthia whispered as she ground her hips back and 
forth over his face. She felt his fingers caress her ass, felt herself 
attack her nipple, and felt the hot grinding on her cunt. She felt the 
edge come near and she greedily pushed herself over it. From deep 
within her an involuntary moan built up into a hoarse cry.

  "Ohhhhh-aahhhhhhhhh!" Cynthia exclaimed as she threw her head back 
and dropped her weight on David's chin, squeezing the maximum intensity 
from the spasms in her cunt. Each one sent a wave of pleasure coursing 
through her. As the spasms subsided, she dropped her head down, almost 
too exhausted to support herself. David brought his hands up to support 
her shoulders, and she slumped into them, whimpering.

  Cynthia stayed like that for a while as she slowly returned to earth. 
David watched her eyes slowly gain focus again, and then lock on his. 
Her eyes testified to the ecstasy she had experienced. He saw no self-
consciousness or concern as she smiled down at him.

  "You took me to another universe, David. Thank you. I love you."

  "Any time, honey," David replied, as he helped her rise up again. 
David sat back against the headboard and helped Cynthia recline between 
his legs. They both luxuriated in the afterglow of powerful orgasms, 
and they both anticipated some hot action on the bed next to them as 
Steve turned Sharon's head back to give her a long kiss.

  Steve brought his hand under the sheet, obviously pinching and 
rubbing Sharon's nipples. David swallowed hard-he was already getting 
turned on. His excitement level rose as he heard Sharon's moans and he 
saw Steve pull back the sheet to expose her breasts to his gaze. 
Somewhere in the night, she had lost the tank top. David hungrily 
devoured the sight, and he was a little relieved that Cynthia could not 
see him stare. Sharon's eyes flickered over his, and he saw in her 
glance some of the same nervousness that he and Cynthia had felt, but 
also the reflected heat from their lovemaking. Sharon was not going to 
last long.

  Steve pulled Sharon onto her back and dropped his lips to her chest. 
David watched, fascinated, as Steve caught Sharon's nipples lightly in 
his teeth and pulled upward, causing them to elongate and snap back, 
only to be stimulated again. Sharon was clearly loosing control of 
herself as she began humping her hips. Steve moved his knee between her 
legs and she immediately started grinding her cunt against his thigh. A 
long moan escaped Sharon's lips.

   "B-b-baby, y-you feel good." David saw Steve's grin of satisfaction-
any sense of pride, modesty, or decency in Sharon was subsumed by 
passion. Sharon was moaning continually now, her body covered with a 
sheen that testified to her molten state.

  With his conquest complete, Steve moved to give his wife some relief. 
He trailed his tongue down her abdomen toward her writhing cunt. Just 
before reaching it, he pulled back, dropped his head and then licked 
long and deep from one end to the other. Sharon nearly screamed with 
the intensity of the contact. David could see that Steve wasn't going 
to tease her with his tongue, he had it flattened on her clit as he 
humped her with his mouth. He cupped her ass in his hands and was 
pulled her cunt into his face. From Sharon's look of abandon, this was 
exactly what she needed. Her fingers had moved to her nipples and were 
busy repeating the workout that Steve had given them. David couldn't 
believe how hard she was pulling and twisting herself. He knew that 
most women liked their tits worked harder when they were really turned 
on, and judging from Sharon's attack, she was one turned-on girl.

  Steve kept up the pressure on her clit, and took her rapidly to the 
brink. Finally, as she approached the edge, he reduced the pressure and 
let her teeter for a few seconds, to build up the anticipation of the 
fall. Her moans changed pitch to a suggestion of impending insanity. 
Steve relented and gave her the final push. She hesitated a second, and 
then plummeted into the dark depths of release.

  "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh, aahh, aahh!" she screamed, over and over.

  David drank in every detail of her explosive orgasm. Her eyes were 
squeezed shut, her nipples pulled taut with her grasping fingers, and 
her hips lifted off the bed, alternately pushing at Steve's lips and 
seeking to escape. He could see the spasms ripple through her body.

  Slowly, the spasms lessened in frequency and her hips came to rest on 
the sheets. Her eyes fluttered open and began to focus, but her fingers 
stayed locked on her nipples. Steve lessened the pressure on her cunt 
and then slowly pulled away. With her heightened sensitivity, Sharon 
squirmed and giggled at this loss of contact. She squeezed her legs 
together, as if trying to hold in the intense pleasure that she had 
felt. After a minute or so, her eyes opened fully, and David could see 
consciousness take hold again. Sharon raised her head and expressed her 
thanks with a look deep into Steve's eyes.

  Steve raised up on his knees and looked down at the ravished bitch 
that used to be his wife. David could see Steve's engorged cock, and he 
knew that he needed no preliminaries. Steve had now watched three 
explosive orgasms, and he must be about to burst himself.

  Sharon must have sensed the same thing, because she rolled over and 
rose up on her hands and knees. David watched her breasts swing as she 
arched her back and presented her cunt to Steve's hungry gaze. He 
immediately responded and positioned his cock to slide into her. As he 
started forward, Sharon rammed back until her ass was pressed deep into 
his hips.

  "Give it to me baby-hard!" Sharon muttered, as she dropped her head 
and anchored her arms. Steve grabbed her waist and began working her 
cunt back and forth over his cock. His gaze was fixed on her smooth 
asscheeks as they alternately exposed and covered his rod.

  Sharon's previous orgasm had apparently not worn her out as she 
hungrily twisted and turned into Steve's rigid cock. David could feel 
his cock pressing into Cynthia's back as he watched Sharon thoroughly 
enjoying herself. David heard a sigh from close by. With a start, he 
realized that he was absently rubbing the bottom of Cynthia's breasts. 
As he looked down, he saw that Cynthia had worked a hand under the 
sheet and was lightly rubbing between her legs. His cock hardened 
considerably at the sight, and he felt Cynthia shift to let his it 
spring upward. David raised his hands to cup her breasts as he felt 
Cynthia slowly twist her body, grinding back against his cock. Whether 
she was doing it for his benefit or as a response to her masturbation, 
David didn't care. He was just thrilled that she was as turned-on as he 
was.

  David was like a kid in a candy store as he returned his gaze to 
scene beside him. He alternated between Sharon's face, lost in passion; 
her magnificent breasts, swaying back and forth with hardened nipples; 
and her smooth ass, pressing back into Steve's hips and then relaxing. 
It was amazing that he had spent years sneaking glances at Sharon's 
tits or ass under a swimsuit or tight outfit, and now he could drink in 
everything he had fantasized about, up close and hot.

  Sharon's tits began bouncing as Steve drove into her harder. He was 
rapidly approaching the release he had been needing for the last hour.

  "I don't think I can last very long," Steve muttered.

  "Baby, it's all right. Just give it to me," Sharon responded. 

  With that permission, Steve started slapping into her. Sharon had a 
look of satisfaction at giving her lover what he needed most as she 
arched her back and pushed back into his thrusts.

  Steve's ragged breaths turned into hoarse moans as he worked his way 
to the cliff edge.

  "Oh god, Unhhhhh!" he exclaimed as he pulled Sharon's cunt deep 
around his rod and exploded into her. His body remained rigid as David 
and Cynthia watched his abdomen twitch with each spasm.

  David was so intent on the sight that he was unconsciously squeezing 
Cynthia's nipples in time to the action. He watched as Steve came down 
and leaned forward to meet Sharon's upturned mouth in a hot kiss of 
thanks. Sharon's kiss lingered, and David guessed that she wasn't quite 
through with Steve yet. Nor was he disappointed as Sharon pulled away 
from Steve's dripping cock, turned over, and spread her legs under him, 
reaching up to tug him down to her.

  David knew that he couldn't take another session like that as a 
spectator. Cynthia's self-pleasure wasn't helping his peace of mind 
either.

  "Honey, let's make love," he whispered into her ear.

  "Oh god, yes," was the reply, and he felt her shifting immediately.

  David worked himself from behind her and leaned her back onto the 
bed, enjoying the sight of her hand still working between her legs. He 
lowered himself as she raised her legs and grabbed his cock, guiding it 
inside her hot passage. They locked lips in a passionate kiss as they 
heard the kisses and moans beside them. David then raised up and gazed 
into Cynthia's eyes as he slowly slid in and out of her. She looked 
supremely loving and happy.

  Both Cynthia and David felt good to have achieved the other's 
complete trust and release. It took a lot to breach the calm self-
control that each of them possessed. Also, they had both shared some of 
their most intimate acts with their two friends, and they knew that the 
friendship had been deepened.

  David's eyes never left Cynthia's as they both worked to another 
orgasm. He quickened his pace and was rewarded by Cynthia pulling her 
legs back further, giving him deeper penetration. He saw Cynthia knit 
her brow in concentration as she started twisting her nipples again, 
and he pushed forward to grind against her clit. Cynthia moaned as she 
arched her back, and she suddenly she looked deep into his eyes as she 
went over the edge again. David's orgasm was building fast, and the 
sight of his beautiful wife writhing under him combined with all the 
emotion of the morning brought it to a peak. He pushed deep into her 
and held tight as waves of pleasure washed through him.

  After the last wave had broken, David lowered himself to Cynthia and 
kissed her deeply. They lied there for a while, too drained to even 
notice how there friends were doing. When David recovered enough to 
look, he saw that Steve and Sharon were in the same afterglow as he and 
Cynthia. 

  "First dibs on the shower!" called Steve after a long rest period. He 
and Sharon got up and padded toward the bathroom.

  "As long as we get it next time!" replied Cynthia.

  Sharon winked and closed the door. 


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