Wednesday, December 26, 2012

The Joy of Candi, Part 1 SeXStoRY

We had a number of exciting times after that weekend with Sam but they were usually with strangers or near-strangers. However, I would like to relate a more recent event that started a seismic change amongst our circle of friends. It had been obvious to me that for some time there was an underlying sexuality among our group. We were all in our late twenties or early thirties, but we were also clearly fighting the onslaught of time as best we could. In fact, the particular group of people that we were closest to were all members of the local health club and we would gather on Saturday mornings and throughout the week for our workouts. In time, I will introduce you to all of the members of this group of friends but for now it is best to focus on Peter and Michelle, the couple that Jim and I were becoming closest with. Peter was a taller, stronger man who still had the athletic body he had worked so hard to define in college. He was in sales (as was my husband, Jim) and he approached the world with a confidence bordering on haughty pride. Michelle was his stay-at-home wife – shorter and a bit more solid than me (although almost everyone qualifies since I am about 5' 11") with a natural grace and ease about her. Michelle seemed content to live the role of "dutiful wife" as long as the beautiful home and the BMW came with it. Although her aspirations were much different than mine, I admired her comfort and her gentle way. Over time, my husband Jim and I began to spend more and more time with Peter and Michelle. We got along well together and our schedules left us a great deal of time for barbeques, outings, and evenings together. As I mentioned there were a number of good friends who participated in these gatherings, but Peter and Michelle were clearly our closest friends in the group. Of course, when you are young, attractive, confident human beings, there is often a teasing element among interactions and conversations and we were all guilty of this as well. No one in the group knew that Jim and I had often had sex with other people outside of our marriage but references were constantly being made about sexual matters. As the particular summer in question eased its way into July, I noticed that Peter was becoming particularly attentive to me. He would go out of his way to make sure that my wine glass was full or that I had the most comfortable chair at a gathering. I was flattered by the attention and I was also a little intrigued. I knew that Jim and Michelle were also becoming very close and it had been a while since Jim and I had "played outside" (as we would sometimes refer to it). Low-key murmurings and fantasies began to play around in my mind and I knew that whether they reached fruition or not, they couldn't help but increase the joy and excitement that Jim and I experienced in our sex life. One Friday night, things seemed to start moving towards another level. We had gone over to Peter and Michelle's house for pizza and wine – and usually that meant a lot of wine. After the Red Sox game ended there was really nothing very interesting on TV, so I started looking through their VHS tapes and DVDs. My search was fruitless though, so I started to tease Peter and Michelle. "You don't even have any porn, here," I said k**dingly. "You really should have a little porn in your collection for some special nights." Michelle seemed somewhat taken aback by my words, while Peter seemed revitalized. "What kind of movie did you have in mind, Candi? I mean, do you have some special desires that we should know about?" "Candi has a lot of special desires," Jim said, "but I have never known her to be a specialist – in life or in the movies." "I guess I'm just a little bored," I countered. "It might be kind of nice to watch something different for a change. But I guess another viewing of "Die Hard" is in the works for the night." "Don't tell me that you guys have a lot of porn movies at your house. I've never seen it when I was there," Peter challenged. "We own a few x-rated movies," I said. "And we have been known to rent others on occasion to play a very special game of ours." Jim's head snapped up at my words. I smiled and him and then looked at Peter and Michelle before continuing. Their eyes were both staring at me. I wasn't sure if this was the time to push it, but the wine got the better of my common sense. "Jim and I like to play 'Anything They Can Do, We Can Do Better'. It's like Simon Says for adults. Do you want to hear about it?" I was surprised when Michelle was the first to respond in the affirmative. She had a curious smile on her face as she asked for the details. "Well, basically what we do is rent a porno video. We have found that some of the tapes of amateurs are actually a lot better for this then the ones with professionals. We watch it and we try to recreate the scenes from the movie. When we first started we barely got through two scenes before the movie was completely forgotten. Now, we f***e ourselves to wait sometimes…we prolong the sense of foreplay before doing our re-creation of the scene." "How do you make yourself wait?" Michelle asked. "Isn't it hard to know when to stop and when to go?" I was pleasantly surprised by Michelle's interest and seeming enthusiasm towards our amateur sex game. I was beginning to wonder if I had underestimated her basic nature. "The best method we have found is to roll a die a few times. Let's say we roll a three, a one, and a four. We will then act out the third, fourth, and eighth sex scenes from the movie – assuming we can last that long. We watch the first two, act out the third and fourth (the roll of one on the die meant we had to do the first scene after the one we had already done), and then we have to wait until the fourth one after that. Some of the video tapes of amateurs have a lot of scenes – some long, some short – so you never know what you will have to do or how long you may have to do it." Peter and Michelle had restrained smiles on their faces, while Jim had a huge grin on his. He had known that I had thought about Peter and Michelle as close, close friends and I think he knew that I was trying to push this relationship a lot farther. There was a sense of airlessness in the room as everyone waited for the next comment. Jim did not disappoint. "There is one problem with the game, though," he said suddenly. "Sometimes there are scenes that are impossible to recreate with just the two of us. We have had to make up special rules when they occur." "What do you mean?" Peter asked. I wasn't sure if he was being deliberately naïve or thorough or what, but I still welcomed any continuation of this conversation. "Well, there are some scenes with more than two people," Jim answered. He was staring at Michelle as he said this. Her eyes were staring at his and again I thought that maybe she was a lot wilder that I had originally thought, or hoped. "There are a lot of amateur scenes with a girl and multiple guys. Rarely are there more woman than men but it does happen occasionally." "Are there ever scenes with two people that show things that you just don't want to do?" Michelle asked. "I mean, what if it was just too much?" I felt that it was important that I answer this question – woman to woman AND as the one who was now intent on pushing this conversation and this evening along. Peter and Michelle's interest was obvious and a typical boring evening was now anything but boring. "That was a concern of mine at first, Michelle," I interjected. "I wanted to be comfortable and safe. But then I realized that my feelings were inappropriate and against the very nature of the experimentation that the game engendered. It wasn't as if we were trying to copy a murder. We were trying to copy a loving act that someone else had tried – and furthermore, a loving act that someone loved so much that they were willing to put it on videotape and share with the world. Jim and I came to believe that we HAD to try it, even if we found that it wasn't for us." "Exactly," Jim added, "there are a lot of rules that you can create in the game that provide you flexibility. But the basic idea that you MUST try to replicate a scene is non-negotiable." Again there was a stillness in the air as Peter and Michelle absorbed our words. I looked at Jim who turned his head away from the two of them and winked quickly at me. Whether this was only talk or whether the night moved in a different direction, I knew that at some point tonight we were going to have some excellent sex. I poured myself another glass of wine to kill some time. Peter was looking at Michelle as if to communicate silently. It was time to raise the stakes. "So do you want to play the game?" I asked as casually as possible. "Jim and I would be happy to teach it to you?" I could tell from his expression that Peter was all for it. A glance down at his crotch told me that his body was seconding the motion. However, he had to be sure not to alienate Michelle, no matter how interested she had seemed up until now. I could see from her expression that there were a number of mixed thoughts racing through her head. I knew from my previous experiences with situations like this that it was better to confront those doubts or emotions directly. "Michelle, you look confused. There must be questions that you have." Michelle paused before answering. "Shit, Candi, I'm not really sure what is happening here. There's nothing on TV so you are suggesting a sex game! It just all seems a little much." I didn't sense that Michelle was angry or even adamantly against the idea. I just felt that it was all happening a little too quickly for her and that she had to express some moral outrage. Previously I would have pegged her for a LOT of moral outrage, but my opinion of her had changed in the previous 15 minutes, so I gave her the benefit of the doubt. "When you say it that way, Michelle, it does seem a little odd. But the fact of the matter is that there has always been a lot of sexual tension and attraction between the four of us. We have gotten very close over the last two years, so this doesn't seem a major leap forward, unless I have completely misread your feelings. What is it about this that would really bother you?" I give her credit. Michelle thought long and hard before answering – and then she answered from her heart. "Honestly, this all sounds very exciting and fun. I would like to try something crazy for a change. But I don't want my husband making love to you, Candi. You are beautiful and enticing and I don't want to lose a part of my husband to you. Personally, I like you – I may even love you – but your beauty scares me." I didn't know how to respond – I love my husband, Jim, so much that I would never think of stealing another man. The extra-curricular sexual events we have shared have always been in the spirit of that love, in the light of that love, and frankly tended to enhance that love after the fact. I started to explain that to Michelle, but Peter began speaking before me and did a much better job of it than me. "Michelle, I love you," he said simply. "Nothing and no one is going to change that. Besides I think you are more beautiful than Candi – more beautiful than anyone I have ever met. If you are uncomfortable with this generally, then it's OK to say no. But don't worry about my love or my fidelity. If you want to do something crazy for a change (and we were talking about livening things up just last week) then I say we give this a try and see what happens." "Remember," Jim added, "there are a lot of minor rules that are adaptable in the game. Candi and you could figure those out so that you are completely comfortable with moving ahead while Peter and I drive out and get a few movies." "That's a good idea, guys," I said. "Go down to the video store while Michelle and I talk things through. When you get back we will tell you what our decision is." I think it was pretty obvious by this point what my decision was, but by phrasing it this way I was trying to give Michelle a better sense of choice and control. The boys scurried out the door and I was left alone with Michelle. She looked at me quizzically and then walked over to me and surprised me with a big hug. "Candi, I am so hesitant and so excited all at the same time. What are we doing?" "Michelle, it will be alright. If this turns into the biggest disaster of all time, we can just forget about it, laugh about it later, and chalk it up to some bad wine. If it is fun, then we will never regret it. All that we need to do now is figure out the rules so that everyone feels a sense of protection and comfort." And with that we went to work. I had a feeling our husbands might stop at the liquor store as well so we had about 15 minutes to talk through our (really, Michelle's) concerns. "Michelle, this is just like it was back in college – before you met Peter. You didn't think twice about fooling around with some guy then, did you? Whatever you want to do – or don't want to do – is OK with me. So what are you thinking right now?" "Candi, I just don't think I can watch Peter make love with you. I don't think I can swap partners in that way. Could you just fool around a little with him – as I will with Jim – and not fuck him? For some reason this is important to me." I nodded agreement at this condition and we quickly reached consensus on the rest of the rules governing the game. We both took a few minutes to go upstairs and try to make ourselves look a little bit better before our husbands returned. We had our list of rules in hand when Jim and Peter returned. We sat them on the couch and made them listen to the rules: 1.Each couple will take turns acting out a scene. 2.There will be no penetration by non-spouses. 3.The non-participant(s) will direct the scenes so that as much of the movie is recreated as possible. 4.When a scene ends, the action off-screen must end, no matter how painful this can be (Jim and I both knew that this rule would probably be broken). 5.If at any time, any one of us wanted to terminate the game, they need only say so – and confirm by stating the key word "Mayflower". This last precaution seemed unnecessary but again I wanted to provide Michelle with every possible comfort. The boys agreed readily to any and all stipulations (I got the idea that they would have agreed to having a needle stuck in their eye in order to move things forward) and we all moved into the spacious living room. "I got two Amateur Madness tapes," Jim said. He and I knew from experience that these tapes were lengthy compilations of homemade tapes by real people and were perfect for the game of "Anything They Can Do, We Can Do Better". "We also need a die to roll." Peter quickly produced the die – laughing as he found it in an old Yahtzee game box. "I think this will be more fun than Yahtzee. Who goes first?" Michelle responded quickly and her answer did not surprise me. "It's Jim and Candi's game, and they are trying to teach it to us. Not that it seems to require hours of study. So I think they should go first." Peter handed the die to Jim who handed it to me and I quickly threw a two. Michelle scooped it up and also threw a two. We would have to sit through the first scene before our enactment. Jim placed the tape in the VCR and we fast-forwarded through the promos. As the title came on-screen, Jim reached over and gave me a long, slow kiss. He reached his hand down between my legs and felt the moistness. Even through my shorts there was a noticeable wetness. I looked over at Peter and Michelle and they were cuddled at the other end of the sofa, eyes glued to the screen. The first scene of the movie was a fairly typical one. A woman is shown standing on a street next to a car that obviously is supposed to have engine problems. She looks around and then walks up to the nearest house where she knocks and asks to use the phone. The man who opens the door is pleasantly surprised to see this attractive woman wearing a sexy dress and 4 inch heels. After making the call (and finding out that she needs to wait a few hours before her friend can come and help her), she sits next to the man and they begin to kiss and then suck and fuck. When I watched movies like this, it always intrigued me as to who was actually filming the scene. This was clearly not made with a camera on a tripod. The angle of the camera constantly changed to catch the couple from various positions. I suppose if you wanted to make one of these films that you would just call one of your close friends and ask them for their help with this – but the idea and the intrigue of imagining who might be filming always gave me a little extra buzz. I also began to consider the thoughts that must be going through all four of our minds. If not for a role of a die, we might be acting out this very movie right now in front of our best friends. It was incredibly exciting and exhilarating. This scene began to drag a little and so it was no surprise when Peter picked up the remote and fast-forwarded the movie again. He went a little too far and had to rewind a bit. Scene two was the one that Jim and I would have to enact and I was almost breathless as the tape went black after the stranded motorist got cum sprayed across her cheek. I held Jim's hand tightly as the tape brightened and "our" scene began. The opening cut was a topless woman drying her hair as if she were getting ready for a night out. As she turned and saw the camcorder, she laughed at the photographer and then did a little dance so her boobs bounced around for him (and for anyone who saw the tape). Clearly there was no third person in the room – it was all shot from the point of view of the boyfriend/husband who was holding the camera. The woman on screen dropped to her knees and slowly opened his zipper and lowered his pants before beginning to give him a blowjob. Peter started to complain, "Where's the local action? Aren't you two supposed to be acting this out?' He rewound the tape so that we could get in position. It was a release to finally be able to take off my shirt and bra. Michelle went into the bathroom so that I could cover myself just as the girl in the movie was so I quickly removed my shorts and panties as well. I put the towel around me and started to play with my hair. Peter resumed the tape and Jim stood a few feet away from me pretending to hold a camera. Because I had already seen the start of the clip I didn't have to watch the movie to know when to shake my body before slowly kneeling in front of Jim and starting to open his pants. His dick sprang from his pants (there had been over an hour of verbal and mental foreplay at this point) and I started to curl my tongue around him and take him slowly into my mouth. I looked over briefly at Peter and Michelle and they were holding hands and watching me with intense interest. I closed my eyes again and returned to administering to Jim, while also trying to not be too good at the blowjob. After all, we had a movie to remake. This went on for a few minutes before Peter and Michelle suddenly started shouting for us to stop and switch positions. On screen, the scene had shifted to the bedroom where the woman was now positioned doggy-style sideways from the camera. It was obvious that the camera was now on a tripod and, sure enough, the man suddenly appeared behind her and was taking her from behind. The pause button was hit and we started debating how to arrange this new scene. The idea of moving to a bedroom wasn't acceptable because of all the other logistical changes that would have had to be made, so we decided to use the sofa as our "bed". Peter and Michelle got down on the floor and I assumed the same position as the woman while Jim got behind me. As we hit the "Play" button, I was hitting new heights of anticipation. My wet pussy easily took all of Jim and he began to pound into me from behind. In the meantime, our two best friends were sitting six feet away watching intently. I knew that my body was still very attractive; I also knew that Jim looked great, so for Peter and Michelle this was like having a live sex show right in their living room. Jim fucked me for what seemed like five minutes and I was gathering myself for an orgasm when the woman on TV suddenly screamed and collapsed beneath the weight of her own orgasm. Damn! The tape quickly went to black and Peter pushed the pause button with a smile. "Times up," he said with a laugh. "Good job, but the rules clearly state that all activity must stop when the scene ends." I looked up and over at Peter and Michelle with a hazy, distant kind of look. I slowly reentered normal orientation and my breathing slowed. I could feel Jim exit my body but I was still in that lovely state of erotic bliss. Michelle started to applaud and the two men joined in. This helped to bring me all the way back and I stood, grabbed the towel from the floor and slowly wrapped it around my body. I did this not from shame, but simply because I knew it would create more mystique when I had my next scene. We all decided to take a little break and freshen our wine glasses before proceeding. I gave Jim a big kiss and then decided, what the hell, and gave Peter a big kiss as well. Michelle just smiled at me before turning to go to the kitchen. I followed her in there and walked up behind her. "Well, Michelle, what do you think?" "You are a sexy woman, Candi, and that was really hot. I hope I can do as well." Even though Michelle's words seemed to reflect some doubt, there was an intonation that almost came across as a challenge. I didn't want to impact that resolve so I simply said, "I can't wait to watch you and Peter." When we were all settled again (I had my hand placed on Jim's medium hard prick), the tape was started again. The third scene was really filmed well – there was almost a professional quality to it. It was set in a large playroom in a home and two men were shooting pool. It was clear that one man was losing heavily to the other. Their discussion was interrupted by the presence of the loser's wife who was bringing them beers. At this point, the story line became clear. After her departure, another wager was arranged where the wife was put up as collateral. The loser loses again, and the friend gets to have sex with the wife as a payoff. All four of us were watching this setup intently and as the sex began it was clear that there was going to be a lot of sex going on in the living room this evening as we watched the rest of the scene. Peter was rubbing Michelle's body and she had her hand in his lap as well. Jim had a finger just outside my pussy and was playing with the folds of my lips. On screen, the wife got over her initial annoyance and then began to fuck the husband's friend in a frenzied fashion. The husband had to stand by and watch but when the wife hit a certain point she begged him to fuck her mouth. The two men took turns fucking her in a number of different positions before cumming all over her face. The sexual temperature and tension in the living room was rising quickly so I pushed the pause button when the movie action ended. "OK, guys, ready for your big scene?" I asked. Peter and Michelle looked at me and then at each other. "I guess you have to start somewhere," Peter responded. I pushed play for just a minute and the TV brightened into a scene of a woman in a string bikini lying in a beach chair beside a pool. I decided to stop it immediately. "Michelle, go upstairs and get you outfit on," I demanded. "And be quick about it." I had decided to take control of this scene. Michelle looked at all of us but then realized that it would only take a minute and that it would add to the realism of the scene. She returned quickly wearing a tiny bikini I had never seen before. She looked great and it was clear that she (like me) had very little hair around her pussy. She layed down on the couch and said she was ready. The movie began again and the woman was applying oil while clearly getting herself off in some way. As her hand moved down between her legs, I encouraged Michelle to do the same thing. Like Jim, the pent-up foreplay of the last few hours overcame her and Michelle began to rub herself vigorously. I suddenly felt bad for Peter because the scene apparently was a solo one. However, suddenly the camera showed a worker behind a fence watching the woman stroke herself. He had his prick in his hand and he was stroking himself in time to her motions. "Get it out, Peter," I shouted. "C'mon, big boy, let's see what you've got." I was laughing as I spoke, but I was also curious. I figured Peter was on the large side and I was not surprised when my hunch proved correct. Peter took his hardened cock in his hand and began pumping himself. The action on TV became obvious and our two "actors" in the living room had no problem following the plot without watching. The woman on the film saw the man and called him out from behind the fence. She chastised him for watching her and then made him lick her pussy. Jim and I spoke encouraging words as Peter went to the edge of the couch and began licking Michelle's pussy. I changed my position so that I could watch Michelle from below her legs. Her pussy was clearly wet and wide open. Peter took long lingering licks and she was beginning to moan her approval. Suddenly Jim noticed that in the movie the man was now fucking the woman in the missionary position. Peter needed no encouragement to quickly hammer his fully erect cock into Michelle's pussy and the two began to rock in time. Peter was clearly aroused as he pounded into her. "As your director, I must remind you that you have to do what is done on camera. Furthermore, if you do orgasm in your first scene, you may not be able to handle later assignments," I said. I wasn't trying to ruin their fun, I just wanted to remind them of the unique circumstances – and frankly, I wanted the game to continue as long as possible. My words were enough to distract them from a mutual orgasm immediately. The movie scene changed so that the man was now sitting sideways on the lounge chair and the woman sat atop his cock. Not only did Michelle and Peter change into that position but Jim and I sat directly in front of them watching from the same angle as the camera in the movie. Peter's dick and Michelle's pussy were literally inches from our faces. It was incredible. They continued like this for minutes until I finally stole a glance at the TV and realized that a completely different scene was taking place. I shouted, "Times up," and watched as Peter and Michelle also had to come back to reality from their sexual otherworldliness. "You guys looked beautiful together," I added, "Absolutely incredible." "You are a beautiful woman, Michelle," Jim said. "Maybe someday you and I could do a scene together." "It's against the rules, horny boy," I said as I poked him in the ribs. "You're stuck with me." "It's against the rules TONIGHT….and rules can always be adjusted over time." Once again it seemed that we all needed to take a few minutes. Michelle put her swimsuit back on and went off to the bathroom. Peter and Jim were back in their briefs and I had my barely sufficient towel on. There was a comfortable feeling among all the participants – this clearly was not a disaster. I was proud but not surprised by the way everyone was handling the evening. But there was also an increased urgency about the night. I didn't know about everyone else, but I needed to get off – and in a hurry. I was glad that Jim and I would go next and that I could do just that. Before rolling I suggested that we really didn't want to sit through too many more scenes and everyone readily agreed to this change. I suggested that 4, 5, and 6 would represent 1, 2, and 3 from now on (Jim and I had made this same change when we played the game at home). Jim rolled a 1 and Peter rolled a 5 for the next round of enjoyment. Jim and I were settled in on the floor and I noticed that Peter was slowly rubbing Michelle's upper thigh and pussy as we watched the screen once again come alive. Well, it was a scene that Jim and I were supposed to enact but it clearly was going to be difficult. The movie began with two women coming home from a shopping trip. As they were putting down their bags full of new purchases they were bemoaning that fact that their husbands were out golfing and would probably be late after spending some time on the nineteenth hole. I looked over at Michelle and our eyes locked for a minute. She didn't look scared exactly, but I was sure that it was clear to her where this scene was going. I stated the obvious, "Maybe we should skip this scene. I'm not sure that Jim and I can do it justice." I knew what Jim's response would be, but I was surprised that Peter actually beat him to it. "No way! The purpose of the game is to experience new things and it is clear that we have two actresses here that are perfect for these roles. This is no time to beg off." "Alright," I answered, "But you guys are going to be without any relief for some time." I knew that I had to initiate the action, so I stood up and walked over to take Michelle's hand. "Come with me, baby. The boys want to realize one of their fantasies." In her obviously stimulated state, Michelle had no problem with my request. On screen, the girls were modeling their new purchases for each other, but I knew that it would become more than a fashion show. I motioned Melissa to the floor and the two of us faced each other while still kneeling. I kissed her long and hard and then dropped down to her neck and gave her a teasing bite. My towel had slipped off of my body and I felt her hands push it further away. I did the same with her small bikini top and then I slowly eased her back so that she was the first to be lying on the floor. Michelle rolled her hips slightly as if to signal her willingness to have me remove her bikini bottom. I could see the same puffy lips and her engorged clitoris that I had recently seen in action with Peter. I leaned forward and began to lick and suck her crotch. I could tell that she immediately went into a heightened state of arousal. I had had a number of lesbian experiences in college and in my life with Jim but this was the first time I had ever tasted someone in front of their life partner. When I paused, Michelle barely moved from her revelry. I didn't want to disrupt the moment but I also wanted some attention so I shifted around into a 69 position so that my cunt was just over Michelle's face. She sensed my movement and began to kiss me tentatively. I wasn't sure but I suspected this might be Michelle's first time with a woman. A quick look at the TV showed me that the actual movie was not progressing as fast as Michelle and I were. A quick look at Peter and Jim showed me that they thought we were progressing just fine. Jim whispered, "You're beautiful, Joy," using the pet name for me that we both understood to represent my wild, unfettered sexual side. Jim liked to see Joy surface. I continued to enjoy Michelle in this way and I could feel her tongue increasing in intensity and deliberation. That slow, rolling orgasm that would lead to a shattering spasm was building inside of me. Suddenly, from the TV came men's voices and Michelle and I both looked up to see that the onscreen story had evolved in a perfect way for our private sex party. The "husbands" had returned home to find their wives in a lesbian embrace. They quickly dropped their jeans and joined the scene. Peter and Jim both let out screams of delight and joined Michelle and me on the floor. I wanted to stay in the pseudo-69 position so I sat upright and stuck my ass further backwards. "Fuck me, Jim," I demanded, and Jim began to enter my sopping vagina just above Michelle's face. Peter came around in front of me and began to plow Michelle's pussy. It was a perfect moment for us both – feeling the sensation of being totally filled with cock just as we were reaching the point of needing it, while also being able to watch another cock close up. When Peter slowed his stroke into Michelle's cunt I could bend down and lick her clitoris a bit. I could feel her tongue on me periodically. The sensation of being lifted into a higher and higher sexual orbit filled my body and soul. I was becoming weak in the knees (literally) and knew that I had to lie down before I hurt myself (or someone else). I reached behind me and pushed Jim away so that I could shift down to floor level. I decided to lay in the opposite direction of Michelle so that our heads were side-by-side. I leaned over to kiss her but her expression was one of intense satisfaction and distraction. I again kissed and bit her throat but she paid little attention. Her focus seemed to be solely below the waist at this point. In the position we were in, Jim and Peter could watch each other fuck their wives. I know that men are very visual lovers (certainly Jim is) and so this must have heightened their satisfaction. Both of them were getting much louder verbally as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh also increased. I reached over to hold Michelle's hand as I briefly caught her ethereal expression. I, too, closed my eyes and began to focus on my orgasm. I was proud of the way that evening had gone and proud of my part in inspiring it. I was completely sated with my husband fucking me hard while holding my friends hand and knowing that things like this would continue to occur in the future. I had no doubt that this was the beginning of more such events and that last realization pushed me over the edge. I screamed out in lust as an orgasm welled up from deep inside of me. My hips bucked against Jim's body and I felt him tighten and erupt inside of me. Almost simultaneously, Michelle's grip on my hand tightened and she clearly reached the peak of her sensation. She was not a screamer like me but her breathing became accelerated and her body also rocked up and down off of the floor. The chain reaction was complete as Peter emptied himself inside of her. The sounds of flesh against flesh diminished but the assaults of the other senses were undeniable – the smell of sex, the feel of sweat, the sound of accelerated breathing trying to get back under control. One could almost hear the heartbeats of four very excited people. Michelle spoke the first words. "That was absolutely incredible!" We all murmured our concurrence. "No," she said, "I mean it. That was the most incredible sensation I have ever experienced." "Yeah, it's a good game," Jim answered humorously. "I thought you girls were damn good in that scene." Of course, we all realized that we had stopped looking at the TV long ago. As we began to disentangle, Peter began to ask Jim if this was something we did often. "The game of 'Anything They Can Do" or "playing" outside our marriage generally?" Jim asked. "The latter," Peter responded. I could tell that Michelle was refocusing on the conversation. "We've tried some things like this in the past. It really started when Candi did a threesome with Sam and me at the beach. (Sam was from a different circle of friends than Peter and Michelle, but they had met him enough to know who we were talking about.) Since then we have tried some other things, but never with anyone really close to us. I think that was why this was so special. We really like you guys." "And we feel great with you," Michelle added. "Thanks for tonight." I think we were all sort of pondering what had begun and excited about the possibilities, while at the same time recognizing that we didn't want to overanalyze the situation too quickly. I decided to throw in my two cents worth. "OK, then," I said, "I am ready for a glass of wine for the road and then I have one last suggestion to make. Can somebody find it in their heart to get me a drink? And by the way, I don't want anyone to put on any clothes. Let's all stay naked." Since we were all in very good shape and because of what we had just experienced, my suggestions was accepted and we all headed back into the kitchen. We talked about other things for awhile and drank some wine and had some appetizers. But sexuality hung in the air and ultimately the issue of Jim and my activities came up again. The surprise was that it was Michelle that wanted to hear all of the details about our weekend getaway (as related in some previous memoirs on Literotica), so Jim and I began to regale her with the tale. I sensed that the idea of being with two men was intriguing to Michelle so I didn't avoid any details or any chance to talk about my feelings throughout the weekend. It also gave me an opportunity to convey how I thought they should look at their activities tonight without seeming to preach to them. The fact was that because Jim, Sam, and I had been so open and frank that weekend the sex was terrific and didn't harm our personal relationship. I wanted the same thing between Peter, Michelle, Jim and me. As I told how Sam and Jim had finally fucked me together that last night, I could see that Jim and Peter had fully erect dicks. As I was finishing my tale, I had to call it to Michelle's attention (although I think she already knew). "Michelle, we have a problem. Well, actually, we have two problems – two huge cocks that seem to need some administration." "What should we do about that, Candi?" she answered coyly. "I feel a little sore right now." "I know that we said there would be no penetration between non-spouses, but I do think we all should get to know each other a little better. Jim always tells me that I give great blowjobs and I have heard Peter say the same about you. I think that you need to take care of Jim and I will take care of Peter. The first one to make them cum, gets the prize." "But what's the prize, Candi?" "We'll figure that out tomorrow," I said as I stood up and walked over in front of Peter. He was more than willing to accept my offer as he pushed his chair back from the table so I could have free access to his cock. After the events of the night and my "bedtime story" he was rock hard as I began to stroke and suck him. I cupped his balls and rolled my tongue down the length of his dick. I could hear noises at my side that indicated that Michelle was in the same position with Jim. I looked up at my husband's face and it was clear that Peter hadn't lied about Michelle's prowess with her tongue. It was no contest, though, as to who would cum first. I accelerated my sucking of Peter and felt his large cock slip past my tongue and down my throat. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and felt the seed start to erupt inside my mouth. I was tempted to have him cum on my face so that Jim would have a visual for his orgasm, but I also sense that Peter wanted to cum inside of my mouth so that it seemed like a cunt. I held him inside me and his hips bucked repeatedly as he finished his orgasm. As I finished licking him clean, I could hear Jim's murmuring grunt that I had heard so often in the past. He, too, had an opportunity to cum inside another woman's mouth for the first time. He and I both certainly hoped it would not be the last time with this particular woman. As Michelle and I both pulled away from the men's chairs, it seemed an obvious gesture to turn and kiss each other. It was not a kiss of cum-swapping, not some trumped up erotica for a movie camera. Just a kiss between two woman who had shared their men, shared their sexuality, and shared their love for an evening. It was something that somehow sealed the good feeling that surrounded the evening. I knew that after Jim and I left, Peter and Michelle would have a lot to talk about. I knew that the four of us would need to decide where all of this was going to go. But as I kissed Michelle, I felt only a sense of warmth, of fulfillment, of thanks. It was great to be married to Jim. It was great to have friends like this. I loved my life.

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