After Frank’s military tour was up, he and Lydia stayed in California. They raised the girl, Margo, who she had conceived while we were together and a boy, Carl, who came along later, both named after us. Our contacts had diminished to Christmas card notes. But both couples were empty nesters now. Their kids and our Cindy and Noel were all in college or working far from home.
We were surprised when we got a call from Lydia, “Why don’t you two come out west and stay with us a few days? We’re not far from a beach, and well … the wine here is fantastic … and Frank makes great eggs benedict.”
“Oh, my goodness!” was my first reaction.
On a Saturday two weeks later, Carl and I had cleared our calendars and were on our way. Thanks to the three-hour time change, our nonstop from JFK got us into LAX around noon. Frank and Lydia picked us up. With a quick lunch, a two-hour drive to their home, and time to get situated and showered, we could only fit in cocktails in their lanai before heading out for an early sushi dinner. We found a dark corner.
The sexual energy was palpable, but we had deferred our gratification ’til after dinner. Every now and then, however, the men were seen to adjust their laps as we exchanged stories about our open marriages.
The two of them had been stationed in Germany. They had both paid for sex a few times at a legal brothel there. “Awesome cocks!” Lydia exclaimed. But there and elsewhere, they mostly played around with friends or went to wild parties.
We told about trying swing clubs stateside, which we didn’t like, and once had a threesome affair with an 18-year-old babysitter. “She was fucking stunning,” Carl gushed. “More so naked.”
“And she loved cunt licking and giving blow jobs,” I added with a smirk at Carl. “Good thing she had an IUD. She leaked Frank’s cum in every room in the apartment.
“But yeah, it was mostly acquaintances for us, too,” Carl said.
“You know what? It was never like what we had back then,” Frank added.
“We never fell in love with another couple,” Lydia said.
“Us too,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. We were sitting next to our opposites’ partners. As we finished our sashimi boats, hands crossed under the table. Frank toured my bare thigh and damp thong. He unzipped his shorts so I could reach inside.
“This is fun, but we’d better head home before we embarrass ourselves,” Lydia eventually said, breaking the spell. “I don’t want to walk out with two guys hiding wet spots.”
I gave Frank a BJTC while he drove with one hand in my thong. Lydia swallowed Carl’s ejaculation in back. We both breathed loudly from their finger work.
“This is way better than wasabi,” Carl said.
“Way better than sushi,” I exclaimed, letting him see his output on my lips.
Back at the house, we ran out to the lanai and quickly undressed. The men were at attention, so to speak. Frank twisted a knob to start the pumps on the already steaming hot tub. He and Lydia jumped right in. Carl and I inched into the scalding whirlpool. After giving me a few minutes to adjust to the heat, Frank sank below the froth and pushed my legs apart.
Two fingers entered as he licked me. When I was ready to cum, his head popped out of the water. He pulled my butt to the edge of the hidden shelf I was on. His cock searched for my hole and found it. Of course I was wet on the outside, but I was also very wet on the inside. His heated spear was awesome as he shifted right and left, pushing it to both sides of my vagina. Then my old lover started pounding me. With every stroke, his cock was again and again heated by the water. So amazing.
Lydia was facing us as she bounced up and down on Carl’s submerged lap.
A few minutes in, Frank said, “This is hurting my knees.” He lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the tub. I leaned back on my elbows to make myself accessible. Frank jammed himself back in and resumed fucking me. “Oh Margo. Margo,” he croaked.
The cooler air and my shaking arousal set my skin atingle. “Oh yes, Frank. So good. So good.”
Lydia flopped on a towel, beasts down, over the edge of the tub so Carl could fuck her from behind. “Shit, yes, Carl. Harder. Harder. … Oh yes, don’t stop,” she said with her head turned sideways against the towel and her fanny pushing up against each of his plunges.
Then they were done. I watched my husband’s semen ooze out where he had been.
I held tight around Frank’s neck as he pulled us both back into the turbulence. With my legs around him and hot water up to our necks, we kept fucking until I felt his release.
Everybody dropped back into the water. Little white blobs from our cream pies made their way to the edge and disappeared. An open bottle of wine and four plastic cups were sitting on the side of the tub away from the action. We were sipping the wine when the timer turned the pump off. For our safety, was time to get out.
Frank held a lanai door and ushered us out to their pool. “We’re all naked,” I complained.
But the back of their home opened onto a beautiful valley. “Anyone with a telescope over there has already been jerking off like crazy watching us in the lanai.”
We relaxed on chez lounges and took turns dipping in the pool. Carl fucked me once in the heated pool water. Lydia climbed atop Frank to ride him on his lounge chair.
Frank and Lydia had done well as execs in high-tech defense contractors. I couldn’t help but think how this home was proof.
It was getting dark, and our 3-hour jet lag was causing us to doze. We all gathered up our clothes from the lanai and headed inside. With the bundles under our arms, Frank and I retired to one of the guest rooms, Lydia and Carl, to the marriage bed.
Still naked, Frank and I dropped our clothes in a heap and pulled ourselves tight. Suddenly. I wasn’t dozing any more. I realized it was the first time that day we had kissed for more than a few seconds. The passion was still there. We played with our tongues. Frank squeezed my tits and twisted my nipples. I rubbed his cock in my hand and then held it between my thighs while I slid my eager pussy back and forth on it. I dug my fingers into his back as our arousal built.
With a free hand, he pulled the covers back on the king-sized bed. I pushed Frank back onto the sheet and knelt beside him to take his sex infused cock in my mouth. As I sucked and bobbed over it, he moved around and tugged on my knee ’til we were both on our sides and his head was between my legs. Gasping loudly, I squirted all over his face. His first two shots came into my mouth. The rest sprayed on my own face.
We lay on the bed, giggling. “How do you think your seductive wife and my meandering hubby are doing?” I teased.
“Too far away to hear.”
“I’m sure they’re just going for a stroll … well, uh … down lovers’ lane.”
A hand went between my legs. “I bet he’s in her lovers’ lane. And I like flowers on this lovers’ lane,” he said as he moved back down. He took a deep breath enjoying the aroma and kissed my pussy before he crawled on top of me.
“There’s a tunnel in this lovers’ lane,” I replied and guided his reawakened shaft into it. I was so happy to have him there and so delighted when his juices mingled with mine.
I didn’t realize that our lovemaking had put me to sleep until I woke with that same hand fingering my already wet pussy. Frank had put my hand on his morning woodie. I started stroking it. I wanted it bad, but I had to pee, so. I took my leave.
When I came back, he was lying there on his back holding his flagpole up. I climbed over it and eased myself down, riding him ’til he was almost done. Then I rolled us onto my back. As he started to cum inside me, I glanced around his head. Carl and Lydia were watching.
“Aren’t you two having a great time,” Lydia remarked. “We need to get to work on breakfast. There’s a guest coming.”
“Really? Who?” I asked.
“We’ll introduce you.”
I swear their kitchen is as big as some people’s houses. Every possible way of preparing food is built in. We were halfway through making pancakes, scones, eggs Benedict, Bloody Mary’s, and screwdrivers with fancy garnishes – more than we could possibly eat – when the doorbell chimed throughout the house.
I didn’t know the mystery guest, an attractive middle-aged woman with black hair cut just below her ears and a figure to kill for. But Carl suddenly recognized her. “Chloe!?!?” I knew the name. It was the lieutenant he and Frank had fucked when they were away on duty so many years ago. They had told us when they returned.
“Carl?!?” she exclaimed.
Carl gathered his wits and turned toward me. “Uh, Margo, … this is Chloe. … I told you about her.” Not sure what to do, Chloe finally came over to shake my hand, which I had to pull away from my mouth.
“Pleased to meet you,” she said. “I hope it’s OK, me coming here.”
Swallowing a surge of jealousy, I quickly found the right words, “Uh, sure. We’re pretty open about things. … Pleased to meet you.”
There was room in the giant kitchen for all of us to wrap up the breakfast prep. We brought everything out to a large glass table in one corner of the lanai.
In a brief aside, Chloe said, “I’m sorry if I hurt you.”
“I said he could do it if he found someone. I was back home fucking Frank and Lydia after all. They told you about our arrangement, right? But I’ll admit it hurt when he told me he actually did.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“No. We got over it. Frank and Lydia went through the same thing. Frank fucked a college girl. Lydia and I know a bit about girls who fall for soldiers. And we girls had our turn with a couple guys later that year. … Anyway, I’m intrigued to meet you.”
More stories came out at the table. Chloe had stayed on and had just retired as a full colonel. She was divorced. “Three Afghan tours drove the nail in. We both were cheating. When it all came out, it was too late to fix us,” Chloe explained. “We tried the open bit, but it doesn’t work for everyone.”
Our old friends had run into her when she sat at the picnic table next to theirs outside a local Mexican bar-b-q place. Lydia had been cool and invited her over. “She knows how to lick a pussy,” Lydia told us as she smiled at Chloe. “And guess who used her ass at the other end,” she said, nodding at Frank.
It dawned on me; this could be fun. Lydia clinched the deal, “Lets us girls retire to the den while the boys clean up breakfast.” That may have been the only cozy room in the house. In there, Lydia said, “Margo, you should get to know Chloe.”
We stood face to face for an awkward moment. Then we moved closer and kissed. Chloe started to unbutton my blouse. As I’m sure she realized by now, I didn’t have a bra since I anticipated more sex with Lydia and Frank. “Mmm,” she said as my boobs sprang out.
Chloe had apparently been expecting the same thing. I pulled the top of her little strapless dress down. Her braless D-sized tits with large brown areolas emerged. I pulled her hem up. Her unseen pussy was bare, shaved, and wet. Her fingers found the same situation under my skirt. Tongues played. A hand explored each cunt. Fingers went in. Our free hands squeezed each other’s nipples.
Lydia, naked now, stood to one side masturbating and massaging her breast.
Our knees were getting wobbly. Chloe pushed me down onto the sofa and knelt between my legs. She sucked on my toes – both feet – and licked my ankles. As she kissed my calves, I started to play with my pussy. When she licked my thighs, I held it open so she could see the glistening pink flesh that wanted her so badly. I was already bucking when she sucked on my pussy lips. Then she sucked on my clit and drove three fingers deep into my cunt. A full squirting climax erupted in my pelvis.
“OHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUCK!” I screamed.
“We heard that,” came a shout from the kitchen.
Chloe had been bucking, too. When it was my turn to give back what she had given me, I had to nudge Lydia over a bit. Her fingers had disappeared into Chloe’s vagina, and her thumb was pressed against Chloe’s clit. I started sucking on Chloe’s breasts.
As I moved down her ribs and her belly, Lydia moved away so I could lick and suck on Chloe’s pussy lips. Then I felt Lydia’s tongue playing in my cunt and butt. I was glad I had cleaned up, but I’m sure she tasted her husband’s load when she pushed her tongue into my opening.
It was then that, dishes done, the boys came out of the kitchen. “What have we here?” Carl joked. It wasn’t long before I felt Frank’s tip roving up and down on the outside of my leg. Lydia moved aside to let Carl replace her, as she knew he must be burning, after so many years, to do. I figured Frank and Lydia had been with Chloe many times already.
Now Carl and I were both between her legs licking her cunt. “Geeze, how did I get in this position.?” I thought to myself. “Does she still taste the same?” I whispered. He didn’t answer. Instead, he stood up. I backed away enough to let him aim his pistol at her target. I had a front row seat as his cock plunged into her bullseye.
“Oh, Oh, Oh,” he grunted.
“Damn, Carl,” I thought. But Lydia was kneeling at the back of the seat cushions with one leg on each side of Chloe’s face. Chloe was still sitting with her butt at the edge of the sofa. She leaned forward enough to reach Lydia’s sex and started licking.
That and Frank’s continued pounding distracted me from Carl’s hijinks. Frank started cumming in me. I started cumming on him. Carl wasn’t long finishing up in Chloe, and Lydia was yelling, “Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah,” with my and Chloe’s fingers inside her.
We untangled ourselves and collapsed laughing on the sofa and floor.
“Somebody should have taken a photo.”
“Sorry, we had to interrupt you girls. … NOT.”
“Frank’s crowbar pried us open.”
“Damned intercoursiderate of you.”
“Carl musta been dreaming about that pussy for the last 18 years.”
“18 years of not admitting who he was thinking of.”
“I bet he never fucked a colonel before.”
“I bet there’s a colonel of truth to that.”
“Good thing the sofa is leather.”
“Why do you think that is?”
“A girl could get pregnant just sitting here.”
“I’m gonna leave if you all don’t stop.”
I guess Carl didn’t want her to leave quite yet. “That was fun,” he whispered to me, “but would it be okay if I just went with her myself?”
What could I say? “Sure. Go ahead.”
“Why don’t we find someplace, you and me?” he asked her quietly.
The two of them wandered off toward the bedrooms. Secretly, I followed and listened outside their door.
When I could hear they were getting into it, I cracked open the door and peeked in. Carl was on top of her. Her legs were wrapped around his back. He had her boobs in his hands, and they were kissing. His butt went up and down as he tucked her.
Despite all we had done together, watching him with Chloe still bothered me, even if it did make me wet.
Lydia had come up behind me. She sensed how I felt. “Come with us,” she whispered. I eased the door shut and followed her and Frank to their bedroom. They both embraced me. Lydia wiped a teardrop off my face.
Each of them had a hand on one of my tits. Two hands wandered up my thighs. They took turns affectionately palming my pussy. Frank laid both of us girls down on the bed and crawled between my legs. One hand reached across to Lydia’s sex. The other hand helped his cock find its way into my love tunnel. After my orgasm rose up and faded, he moved over to his wife. It was easy to see how much they still loved each other as they shared their sex.
Lydia came before Frank was able to. He moved back into me. His eruption started after another orgasm came and went inside me. He pulled out and, stroking hard, shot his seed on both of our cunts.
A bit later, we had another round. There was no sign of Carl and Chloe ’til an hour and a half had gone by.
