I rode it, tasting the flood of her arousal as I alternated between licking her swollen lips, thrusting my tongue into her, and lashing the hard bud of her clit with rapid, fluttery little strokes. I was just playing off her physical cues, but it seemed to work, and she groaned and pressed herself to me, demanding more as her orgasm rocked through her. I happily obliged, keeping the level of stimulation high until I felt her body relax and her hand release its tight grip on my hair.
When her body eased back so did I, reducing the intensity of my assault on her sex to a bit of soft, gentle licking and kissing, taking my time as I enjoyed the swollen, overheated sensation of her arousal, and the always stimulating scent and taste of her. She softly stroked my neck, tickling my ear as I reveled in her body and its ability to have – and to give – so much pleasure.
My own body, further inflamed by her arousal, was practically quivering. I was almost unbearably horny, my cock straining, and I was no doubt leaking copiously as I have a habit of doing. That part of me was underwater though, so anything I might have been leaking was swirling away in the bubbles and currents of the tub’s jets. I rationalized that something less than an ounce of pre-cum in several hundred gallons of water was probably no big deal… and I’m virtually sure that I wasn’t the first to spill a bit of semen in that tub! Remember: What happens in the hot tub, stays in the hot tub! At the moment, I couldn’t have cared less.
I continued to lavish attention on her sex, noticing that her hips had gone on autopilot, rocking back and forth in that way that can only be for sexual pleasure, a sensual, ancient, instinctive movement that undoubtedly predates the earliest cavemen… or cavewomen, which must have existed, although you never hear them mentioned.
Before very long she came again, harder this time, an orgasm that lasted longer and seemed to roll through her body like a wave, but still not one of those that curls her toes and makes her eyes roll back in her head. It was fun though, and when I sensed that it was diminishing I looked up at her. “Good one?”
She smiled, her expression sexy-sensual and slightly dazed. “They’re all good ones, but yeah, that one was very nice. Your turn now?”
“Mmm, no, not just yet. I’m having too much fun doing what I’m doing!” She wiggled her eyebrows at me lasciviously, apparently pleased with my choice, and I lowered my lips back to her pussy, attacking her stiff, jutting clit with hard, firm strokes of my tongue, no longer teasing. A minute or two later, when she again grabbed my hair and pulled me tightly to her – and then clamped her thighs tightly over my ears – I knew it was working, and that she was about to explode. And she did! Boy howdy, did she ever, her ass rising up off the side of the tub as she thrust herself against my face, her hips now jack hammering her sex against my lips with fast, staccato movements, jerky and uncoordinated as her body was seized by a massive orgasm.
She was wet – so wet – her body unnecessarily lubricating copiously in an autonomous response to her intense arousal, her juices and my own saliva flooding my mouth. I tasted her, the scent and taste of her pleasure relentlessly driving my own arousal, and I rode it with her, able to hear her cries of ecstasy even with her thighs pressed tightly to my head. She came hard, her orgasm powerful, and any inhibitions she might have still felt because of the others around us went out the window as she voiced her pleasure with complete abandon. This was the orgasm that had been building in her all evening, intensified by her own nudity, and the sights, sounds, and sex play of the others – and, no doubt, especially her little tête-à-tête with Michael. It had been simmering on low for the last several hours, and now it boiled over.
It was great – wonderful, in fact, as it always is when I can give her pleasure this intense – and it made me so incredibly horny that I was afraid that I might just pop my rocks right there underwater at the same time, without being touched! I truly felt like I was right on that razor edge, just shy of release. What would they call that, I wonder? I know that when women are having labor pains, sometimes their husbands will also feel pain – wholly psychosomatic, of course – and it’s referred to as “sympathy pains”; I’m not sure if there’s such a thing as a “sympathy orgasm“, but if there is, I felt like I was about to have one!
I stayed with Alli as she came back down to earth – literally and figuratively, lowering herself back to the surface – and as her massive orgasm subsided so did my urge…albeit slowly, and only slightly. Once she had re-settled her little tushy on the edge of the tub, and unclamped her legs from my ears, I looked up at her, my lips, nose, and chin soaked with her juices. She gazed down at me, her face flushed and her eyes all smoky, the way they get, and she said, “Holy… ”, her voice hoarse and breathless.
That was all, just “Holy”; apparently it expressed what she wanted to express. I’d thought maybe she was headed for “holy shit!” or “holy smokes”, or some such exclamation, but no. I smiled up at her. “It sure was! That was… intense. For you too, I guess… ?”
She stroked my hair, smoothing the clump she had pulled up to a peak as she’d held me where she’d needed me. “Oh my – incredible! Maybe the best ever!” I saw her eyes flick away, over toward where Michael and Marci were – or at least where they had been the last time I’d looked around, before I became otherwise involved. Her glance reminded me that we were in a group, and that we’d likely had spectators for my little oral performance – and for Allison’s thunderous orgasm… well, orgasms, actually, since she’d come more than once!
Suddenly self-conscious again, I looked to my left, only to find both Karen and Charlie – who had slipped back into the water alongside of her after finishing up in Irene – both openly watching us! Karen gave me a broad smile and a wiggle of her eyebrows in appreciation of my apparent oral skills, but Charlie, who was also grinning lasciviously, actually applauded, clapping his hands softly. I’m not sure if he was applauding my talents, or Allison’s powerful, unrestrained orgasm, or, possibly, both, but he was looking at me at that particular moment. Karen soon joined him in clapping.
It wasn’t unusual for Allison to express to me, in words or actions, her appreciation and enjoyment of my skills and my attentiveness to her desires, but this was the first time that my talents had drawn an actual round of applause! I laughed, and probably blushed, but they both just grinned. Hell, Alli and I had certainly enjoyed it; I suppose there is no reason that others shouldn’t as well, although my discomfort at being the center of attention remained. I guess it boils down to the fact that I’d much rather watch than be watched. Alli also blushed, laughing as she slid silently into the water alongside of me, leaning against me as I put my arm around her.
Karen tapped Charlie on the shoulder to get his attention. “You know, I’d sure enjoy some of what she was having… ”
Charlie grinned. “No problem – Dave, get over here, Karen wants you!”
Karen slapped him softly, laughing as she did. “Not from him, you pig, from you!” That point clarified, she stood up and slid her butt back onto the rim of the tub, spreading her legs wide to give him access. As he repositioned himself between her long legs, I leaned forward slightly, without even really stopping to think about it, because I really wanted to see her smoothly waxed pussy up close like that, all spread wide and open! In case you haven’t yet gathered, I’m very visually oriented – and very fond of the female anatomy!
It was worth the lean – and the jab in the ribs I got from Allison – because it was a beautiful example of what keeps men chasing these things twenty-four/seven! Her entire mound and outer lips were beautifully smooth and soft-looking, hairless and delectable; her inner lips, bright pink and swollen with arousal, were parted just enough to see the narrow opening of her tight tunnel, and her hard little erect clit glistened pinkly, cute and suckable, right where those soft pink folds all met! A gorgeous pussy, like I said, different from Allison’s in subtle ways (beyond the lack of curls), but equally enchanting. It was very easy to understand how any guy, looking at that smooth, beautiful pussy, might pop his cork in his pants when she rubbed that tight ass against him!
Charlie obviously found her sex equally worthy, because he spent a few moments in a gentle homage to that little pink shrine, kissing her sex and touching it lightly and softly with his tongue, teasing, tormenting, and making her squirm, loving her in a way that was so much more subtle and tender than I would have thought him capable of! She was obviously enjoying it too, as she looked down at him between her big boobs, nipples hard, biting her lower lip as she watched him begin to pleasure her. When she was ready for more she reached down and gently pushed him forward until he was burying his lips and tongue in her wet heat, at which point she smiled at us, and uttered a soft, “Mmmmm!” She watched him eat her pussy for several seconds, and then threw her head back and closed her eyes contentedly.
Just beyond Charlie and Karen, Irene and Oscar were getting reintroduced after her sexual foray with Charlie – and by “reintroduced”, I mean that he was flat on his back on the deck with Irene sitting on his face, facing his feet and leaning forward, her hands braced on his thighs and her tits swaying as she rubbed her pussy against his eagerly lapping tongue and lips! His tiny cock, which had a short time before spewed its load into Karen’s hands, was rigidly erect, which was a surprise, but the bigger shock came when I remembered that Charlie had emptied his balls inside of Irene – and that, in their current position, he was unquestionably in a position to discover first-hand just exactly how much cum Charlie had deposited inside of his wife!
It was one of the most strangely erotic, loving, and selfless acts I’d ever seen… even if it was a bit gross and stomach-turning. Obviously, judging by Oscar’s straining, rigid cock, he didn’t feel any such reservations; he loved it! And as for Irene, she clearly loved it too, occasionally freeing one hand or the other to squeeze her own breasts and rub her hard, erect nipples, helping to bring herself to orgasm as Oscar lapped every last bit of cum out of her sopping pussy. As if I needed additional stimulation at this point, watching him lap at his wife’s cum-slick sex was sending shockwaves straight to my aching manhood; I was beginning to gain a whole new understanding of what the words “painfully aroused” really mean!
In the far corner, Keri and Don were fully entwined with each other, so entangled that it would have been impossible for there not to be something sexual going on beneath the water, but in their case – perhaps mercifully, since I really didn’t need any additional stimuli – I couldn’t really see exactly what it might entail. Keri’s eyes were looking over Don’s shoulder as they moved together – focused at the same place Alli’s had been, oddly enough – and my gaze followed hers.
I noticed in passing that Molly and Davonn were simply gone, nowhere in sight, but that mystery would have to wait until later, because when I got to what Keri and my wife were both so enthralled with, what seemed to be magnetically drawing their eyes, that sight captured my complete attention as well!
It was Marci and Michael – obviously, since that was the only quadrant of my surroundings I had not recently surveilled – that thay were watching. Michael had scooted up to where he was now seated on the edge of the tub, and Marci was standing, facing him, her heels at the very edge of the tub and feet spread apart and planted firmly on either side of his hips. He had his arms around her legs, the muscles in his thick forearms rippling, and was holding her ass in his two enormous mitts, one soft, generous cheek per mitt and his powerful hands dark against the creamy whiteness of her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh. He was pulling her to him and pressing her crotch to his face, giving some serious oral attention to her pussy! For her part, she was slowly pumping her hips, thrusting her sex forward to provide him with better access.
If Michael and I had been kidding around about this scenario, giving each other shit about our sexual skills – you know, exaggerating and bullshitting as guys do – I would have said he was holding her and going at it like he was eating a piece of watermelon. And he no doubt, rather than taking offense, would probably have made some smart ass reply about how much better it was because you didn’t have to keep stopping to spit out the seeds, or some other equally gross and inane comment – and then probably made some remark about how skinny white boys should eat more watermelon to get more pussy!
Because that’s what we did, Michael and me, that’s the way we were, teasing, poking and jabbing, but always with the understanding that it was all in fun and no harm was meant, that it was all simply a part of an affectionate, good-natured friendship. Now though, after what had happened between him and Allison, there was a strain on that relationship that hadn’t existed before, an unwelcome tension and awkwardness.
It was all me, I know that; he’d just been fooling around, and Alli had reacted in a way that was undoubtedly completely natural, and entirely physical. Her body had simply responded to his overwhelming physical presence with normal biological urges and sent a rush of hormones, or endorphins, or some other primal and mysterious chemical soup of desire to her brain, and she’d had a powerful – and completely natural – sexual response. The whole thing, her sudden, overwhelming physical response, had obviously shocked him – and her, for that matter – just as much as it had me!
As much as we might like to deny it, we’re all still just a part of the Animal Kingdom – albeit the apex member of that kingdom, with a supposedly higher intellect and a capability for rational thought than any other animal – and that intellectual part of me understood very well what had happened between them. Really, it did!
Like the other animals, however – and despite our higher cognitive powers – we still possess that primitive lizard brain, buried somewhere deep in the rest of the pink and gray mush, and that lizard brain is conditioned by millennia of fighting for survival to seek out and respond to displays of genetic superiority, always seeking that top-notch DNA to pass along to our progeny. In nature such displays may be the brightest color feathers or scales, or the prettiest or loudest song, or the biggest teeth, the strongest scent, or broadest antlers, or thickest horns, or longest legs, the biggest tits or largest testicles…whatever, the point is, it varies for each species.
In the case of humans – female humans in this case, as Alli had so vividly demonstrated – those cues to the presence of top-flight DNA include above-average height, broad shoulders, powerful muscles, a deep voice, masculine, symmetrical features, white teeth, clear eyes…all things that Michael definitely had going for him, plus, now, the more obvious and specific sexual cues; the low-hanging, oversized twin orbs of his virile DNA factories and the unquestionably well above-average sperm insertion/pleasure-giving organ, all of which dwelled between his thick, muscular legs.
Alli had known about the publicly visible signs of his good DNA for years, of course, and had no doubt felt an attraction to him as a result. What she had just discovered tonight, due to our nudity, was the presence of those more specific and strictly sexual items; and, when she had seen those particular cues her lizard brain had overridden her intellectual brain and dumped buckets of the aforementioned primordial chemical soup of desire into her bloodstream. She’d probably been teetering on the brink anyway, given all of the other voyeurism, nudity, and sex-play we’d engaged in, and when she’d seen – and then rubbed up against – Michael’s powerfully masculine body, the bucket had runneth over, and the rest is history.
But the thing is, my response – the jealousy, the anger and hurt, the sense of betrayal (despite not having truly been betrayed) was also a purely natural reaction to a perceived threat – that threat being the suddenly very apparent willingness on the part of my mate, the one who is supposed to be the devoted and eager recipient of my (and only my!) DNA, the receptacle for my seed and mother of my future offspring, to lustily desire and seek out such theoretically superior DNA from another! Yeah, that’s the damn threat – real or imaginary – that I’d responded to!
Her powerful sexual response had shocked and alarmed me, frankly – as was natural, since my own lizard brain is conditioned to fight off all other potential mates and challenges, to possessively protect and defend my harem of one fertile female against all comers (no pun intended). It’s a very primitive, instinctive, and proprietary response to a perceived challenge to our reproductive rights and privileges, and yes, my intellect could understand that, and I could comprehend, with every logical cell of my brain, that it was all a natural response and a simple misunderstanding – but my lizard brain still bristled!
The odd thing is, Allison is on birth control, so it’s not truly a reproductive/DNA/genetics related thing – and by that I mean either her response to his overwhelming virility or my response to her response – but the lizard brain is simple; it does not understand complicated concepts such as birth control, it simply wants what it wants (in this case a powerful male with a huge cock) and dumps its soup of desire accordingly. I suppose that’s good, because if birth control methods shut down the female libido and thus the desire of women to have sex, or their ability to be attracted to sexy, virile men, then birth control would not exist – men would see to that! Of course, then you wouldn’t be able to swing a dead cat without hitting a preggo, and some states undoubtedly have laws on the books specifically prohibiting the act of striking gravid females with deceased felines… but I digress!
The point is that I understood her response to Michael and his powerful presence and impressive sexual apparatus, and I understood my own jealousy, anger, fear, envy and angst about that response. Intellectually, with the rational, higher-thinking part of my brain, I understood it, and realized that it was all a natural, normal human response. Still, I couldn’t help but be a little pissed – and a lot jealous – about it!
All of the above evolutionary theory, of course, does nothing to explain what had just happened between Oscar, Irene, Karen, and Charlie; while I was freaking out, Oscar was encouraging – and even helping – his wife to acquire apparently copious quantities of an alternative male’s DNA, the fact that he was now lapping that DNA out of what should have been his own personal seminal receptacle notwithstanding. Humans are some weird fucking animals, with some screwed up sex habits, but that’s another portion of that theoretically superior intellect at work there, perhaps a less primitive and more imaginative part of the brain that creates wild fantasies and drives those fun, kinky, and apparently very enjoyable urges – and that particular non-lizard segment of our twisted (but highly advanced!) minds will not be a part of today’s scientific dissertation!
Anyhow, back at the hot tub, right now Michael was eating Marci’s pussy, and by all indications she was enjoying it immensely. So, apparently, was he, if one were to judge by the enormous size and apparent hardness of the huge brown telephone pole that stood out proudly from between his muscular legs! You couldn’t help but look at it, it simply commanded that kind of attention, and both Keri and Alli were watching it bob up and down as he pleasured Marci, the thick veins standing out, his big cock throbbing and flexing with arousal, a small stream of clear, viscous pre-cum trickling slowly out of him and collecting against his partly-retracted foreskin.
Seeing the look on Allison’s face, the look of fascination, arousal, and possibly awe, did nothing to ease my primitive anxiety. It didn’t help at all, for some reason, that Keri seemed every bit as enthralled with the scene as my wife was. Based on the small sample of women present tonight, his freakishly impressive sex organs seemed to have a universally positive and stimulating effect on members of the opposite sex!
The unwelcome thought that was slowly worming its way into my head – the idea that maybe Alli had been staring at his huge cock and heavy balls while I’d had my face buried between her legs, and that maybe that sight (and any related fantasies it had inspired) had been at least as responsible for her massive orgasm as my tongue had…well, that kind of crap in my head, feeding all my new and sudden insecurities, was going to do nothing to help break down the tension and awkwardness that was developing between me and Michael! I tried to will myself to stop being such a putz, with admittedly limited success.
I felt Allison shudder, a ripple of what I knew was pure arousal running through her body; since I was practically shaking with arousal myself I could understand her reaction, but I didn’t have to appreciate it. We were both seriously over-stimulated by all of this, these sights and sounds so new and foreign to our experience. It was so much to absorb – too much, really – but we were both doing our best, in our own way.
I think Marci had an orgasm, if the whimpers and moans she was making were any indication, and her body spasmed as Michael continued to lap at her sex. Almost immediately after her moans subsided her legs seemed to go all rubbery on her, and she gradually sank down, with him still gripping her ass and supporting part of her weight. As she got lower she reached down and seized his cock, lifting it and aligning it with her pussy, and I realized that her legs weren’t giving out – she was just very ready to have that big cock inside of her, and was lowering herself down to make that happen!
Alli and I were staring at them – as was Keri, Irene (still firmly mounted on Oscar’s face), and now Karen – watching while Marci maneuvered that big penis back and forth, rubbing the fat head of his cock around in her well-lubricated sex in preparation for taking it inside of her. There may have been a little morbid curiosity involved, all of us wondering how that ridiculously huge cock of Michael’s was possibly going to fit in her pussy – but they’d been together for several years, so I suppose we all assumed that they knew what they were doing. And they seemed to, him holding her as she slowly lowered herself onto him, first the swollen head of his cock forcing her open and sliding into her, and then a few inches of that thick shaft, all to the tune of Marci’s – and a few of Michael’s – moans and groans of pleasure.
I don’t know how big Michael was – nobody whipped out a tape measure and ran over there to check – but he was massive. Charlie was big, but Michael’s equipment dwarfed him; he made the rest of us look like pre-pubescent boys. Marci managed to get maybe four inches of his thick, black cock inside of her – which was considerably less than half his length – before she raised up and then lowered herself again, taking in a couple more inches this time. She was stretched tight, the wet, pink opening of her sex a taut ring around his thick shaft, and we all stared as she again raised up, letting a few inches of him slip out of her, slick and wet now with her fluids, before she again lowered herself, slowly this time; his thick shaft bent, but then found its way and straightened again as he went more deeply into her, and she continued down, letting his hard cock gradually make its own way inside of her until, to my complete amazement, his entire massive phallus was inside her!
It was a trick worthy of Houdini, or David Copperfield (the magician, not the Dickens character), because I was sure that some sort of magic was involved in that disappearing act; there was no way that any woman should be able to take a cock that size like that! I felt my wife stiffen, and then shudder, and I realized that she had just come! I turned and looked at her, and her darkly smoky eyes flicked from Marci’s stretched sex and Michael’s heavy, sagging balls to my face, with a look of shock, arousal, and abandon that I had rarely seen. I realized that she had her hand between her legs and had been masturbating beneath the water as she’d watched, and that she’d just given herself (with the assistance of the obvious visual aids) a very nice orgasm!
I grinned at her, amazed that she was even more turned on than I was – something I wouldn’t have thought possible – and was rewarded with a shy, tentative smile in return. She shook her head and noisily blew out a pent-up breath, a silent expression of the phrase “Holy fucking shit, this is all so incredibly hot and I’m unbelievably, incredibly aroused!”… or at least that was my interpretation of her thoughts. Pretty sure I was right on target!
We kissed, our tongues tangling for a moment and then, cued by a sound from our right, we turned and watched as Oscar came again as his wife, still riding his face, released the grip she’d had on his little cock just as he started to come. He spurted a tiny dab of pearly white cum onto his own stomach, and then his little cock twitched and bobbed madly – mostly dry pumps – through the rest of his ejaculation, cruelly untouched as it dribbled a few more meager drops of semen onto his tummy. She’s set him off, but then sat back and watched as he’d come, not giving him the pleasure of a rub through his climax! I thought it was kind of cruel, but judging by his twitches and groans, he’d enjoyed it immensely.
I felt Allison shudder again; one of the things she loves in porn videos is watching guys shoot their loads, and I knew that watching Oscar come – even with his tiny cock and minimal output – live, and just a few feet away, had been very arousing for her…as if she needed any more of that! As Irene began to smear Oscar’s cum around on her erect nipples with her fingers we turned away, back to Michael and Marci, the true current stars of the show!
They were going at it with considerable zest now, his huge hands under her ass and his muscular arms helping to lift and lower her on his plunging cock, deeply impaling her on his thick shaft each time he lowered her. His cock was now slathered with her fluids, her slick lubrication forming a thin, milky-white coating on his dark skin, the slickness allowing him to slip easily in and out of her, despite his size.
His formerly tight scrotum had relaxed in the hot water, and his huge, Grade A Large balls now suspended heavily in the bottom of his sagging ballsack, looking for all the world like a couple of big eggs in the bottom of a stretchy, dark-brown tube sock. They hung over the edge of the tub, flopping with his thrusts, the bottom of his sack occasionally brushing the surface of the water as they fucked, and somehow I knew that Alli wanted very much to go over and cup those big, dark balls in her hand, maybe to suck on them – one at a time, of course, because they were much too big for her to suck both at once!
She interrupted my agonizingly twisted little fantasy, poking me in the side with her elbow. “Sit up on the edge – I want to suck your dick!”
In our entire marriage she had never expressed that desire to me quite so urgently, or quite so graphically, and I was shocked! Not so shocked that I didn’t instantly obey, of course, because it seemed like a splendid idea to me as well, and I quickly scrambled to my feet before perching my butt at the edge of the tub, my ragingly hard cock pointing skyward, so rigid that it was even arching slightly back toward my own navel.
As she repositioned herself to give me a blowjob, I looked around. To my right, Charlie was now standing between Karen’s legs, thrusting his thick, hard cock into her smooth and eminently receptive pussy. He was leaning forward, his shoulder beneath her chin as he screwed her, and her head was turned toward us. She was breathing heavily, her lips parted, but was looking down at my unbelievably stiff cock as Alli reached for me!
On my left, Marci – who had perhaps overheard Alli’s command to get my skinny ass up where she could suck my cock – was also now looking at us, staring at my swollen, aching penis as she bobbed up and down on Michael’s huge erection. It was apparent that we were going to have an audience for our own little sex act, and I was somewhat surprised that they both seemed so fascinated by my cock when they each had a considerably larger one inside of them at that very moment! I was so horny by then that I was beyond caring if they watched, I was just surprised that they seemed so interested.
And at that moment, Allison’s soft lips closed over my cock, and I felt the warmth and wetness of her mouth and tongue, and I forgot all about them. Now, as much as I wish that I could say that they were treated to a display of Alli’s world-class oral skills, that they had the privilege of watching a live sex show in which she worshipped a cock as devotedly, fully, and thoroughly as only she can, that would be a blatant lie; the truth is that I came almost instantly, within seconds of her taking me into her mouth, my extreme state of arousal and over-stimulation taking its toll on both my stamina and my pride simultaneously!
I felt like a teenage boy on his very first sexual foray, losing control and helplessly spurting out his seed even as his girlfriend fumbles at his zipper, trying frantically to get his spraying, spasming, spurting penis free of his trousers! Alli had pulled off of me momentarily, to lick at the tip of my penis, and the first massive spurt of cum took her as much by surprise as it did me, spraying over her lips, nose, and cheek and into her hair, part of it rocketing over her shoulder to splash down in the swirling water behind her, a second spurt coming so hot on the heels of the first that it caught her across the lips, chin, and throat – and again, partly into the hot tub – before she could stuff me back into her mouth for the remaining spurts and gushes, of which there were several.
Her beautiful face covered with white, pearlescent streaks of my semen, she sucked me dry, a substantial dribble of my massive, pent-up, over-stimulated ejaculate leaking out of the corner of her mouth before she could back off to swallow. I was thoroughly embarrassed and humiliated by my utter lack of control, the original one-pump chump, but right then I was so busy gasping from the intensity of my orgasm that I didn’t think much about it, and wasn’t nearly ready to assess the damage to my own self-esteem. As I began to come back to earth, however, I looked around self-consciously, hoping like hell that maybe, just maybe, one or both of my female spectators might have blinked and missed the whole thing!
No such luck! Karen met my eyes, a big smile on her face showing off her perfect, white, even teeth. She gave me a playful wiggle of her dark, arched eyebrows, and then blew me a kiss before shaking her head and burying her laughing countenance into the side of Charlie’s thick neck. She’d enjoyed it, apparently, but yeah; she was definitely laughing her ass off!
On the other side, Marci was giggling merrily – as was Alli by now, who had pulled back slightly and was using one finger to drag a large dollop of my cum away from her left eye. Incongruously, Marci freed up one hand from where she had her arms wrapped around Michael’s neck and gave me a hearty ‘thumbs-up’ signal, as you would for a job well-done; I don’t know that I’d done the job all that well, but if speed – and volume of semen – counted for anything, then I was certainly a champ! I guess I was glad that they both found it so funny…and it was, I suppose, even if it was at the expense of my own pride and self-respect. It had certainly felt good, I can attest to that!
Alli looked up at me, laughing, her face happy and beautiful despite its creamy coating. “Well! That was certainly quick!”
I nodded, embarrassed. “I know. I just totally lost it. Sorry – I guess I was a little bit more turned on than I knew.”
“I’ll say! You nearly drowned me! All of this all over me, plus I think I swallowed about a quart!” She stood up, and then took a seat next to me on the edge of the tub, holding my spent, but still hard cock in her hand. “Well, that was fun! What should we do now, Mr. Speedy-spurty?”
I had to laugh at her irrepressible enthusiasm, even as my semen still ran down her face. “Thanks, babe – like I’m not humiliated enough already! You’re crazy, you know that?”
She leaned in close to my ear and murmured, “I do feel a little wild tonight. I wonder why?!” She licked the side of my face, along my jaw line. “Kiss me?”
“Uhh, you’ve got a little something on your face, there… ”
She licked her lips, an area which had a considerable amount of my pearly, cummy coating. “I know – and whose fault is that?”
Unable to argue with her point, I kissed her. I could smell the astringent citrus tang of my semen on her skin, along with a slight muskiness, but beyond a little saltiness and a slippery, viscous texture I didn’t taste anything of myself. She turned her head so that I could kiss her cheek, and then her chin, and I slowly cleaned most of my substantial ejaculate off her lovely face with my tongue and lips, occasionally kissing her and sharing it with her, as her hand fondled me the entire time. When I had more or less completed the job we kissed, long, deep, and lovingly, our tongues tasting each other and jump-starting our sexual arousal anew. I’m never surprised that she can do that to me, but I’m always a little bit amazed to discover that I seem to have the same effect on her!
My cock was in that extremely sensitive post-ejaculation phase so her fondling was an exquisite torture, but one that I was happy to endure. I was semi-flaccid, sticky and shrinking, still in the process of losing my erection, but to my amazement, as we kissed I felt myself beginning to harden again, without ever going through my usual fifteen to twenty minute refractory period!
Alli soon noticed that I was slowly growing in her hand, and she looked down at me. “Wow! So soon? You will warn me before it goes off again, right?”
I shrugged, still surprised at my own sudden resiliency. “Guess I must be enjoying all this more than I knew – but no, I don’t think we’ll be having any repeats of the amazing one-second wonder. I hope not, anyway!”
She smiled. “That was really quick!”
“Yes, it was. Can we please stop talking about it now?”
She laughed. “Oh, come on! I came really quickly too, if you’ll remember.”
“It’s different for you – it’s okay when women do that, you can go right on and have a dozen more. Guys aren’t so lucky.”
She nodded. “That’s true – you poor, deprived little babies. You’ll never know what you’re missing!”
“Actually, I think I have a pretty good idea – and yes, I’m jealous! Are we ready to go home now?”
Already? You’re all semi-hard again, no reason to run off now!”
I laughed at her “semi-hard” comment, which, while accurate, was not much of a compliment! We’d been close together, so that we were able to keep our voices low and our conversation mostly private, but now I leaned in and whispered in her ear. “I want to be inside of you, and I don’t want an audience for that!”
She looked around – we both did – at Charlie slowly fucking Karen, at Marci still riding on Michael’s huge cock, her ankles locked behind his back as he raised and lowered her using only his powerful arms, her pussy stretched tightly around the thick base of his penis and an accumulation of her creamy love juices forming a ring around him and trickling slowly down his huge, sagging scrotum; I was still astounded by the fact that she was able to fit all of his massive manhood inside of her!
We looked at Keri and Don at the far corner from us, in the water with her in reverse-cowgirl style straddling him, facing outwards as he squeezed and fondled her tits and thrust rapidly into her beneath the surface, Keri bouncing on his lap as she moaned with pleasure. And also at Oscar and Irene, who were now snuggling affectionately in the corner just beyond Charlie and Karen, her earlier coldness and domineering attitude toward him utterly forgotten in their intimate, post-coital bliss – an odd thing, since the whole “coital” portion of the evening had not technically involved Oscar!
We completed our survey of the tub – Davonn and Molly still apparently AWOL – and Alli shrugged. “Nobody else seems to care if they have an audience or not.”
I shook my head. “I don’t care; I’m not ready for that! This is all already so far beyond anything I thought we might be involved in. I just want to keep a little something of… well, you know, us. The way we are – or were, anyhow – and we’re not like this, Alli!”
In truth, I was astounded at what we had seen and heard – and done – already, and I couldn’t believe that my heretofore shy, private and somewhat demure wife was apparently willing to have sex – actual insert tab A in slot B sex, not just oral – in front of others! I wasn’t eager for that, for many reasons, some easy to explain and some not, but it boiled down to the fact that I wanted to be alone with my wife, just the two of us, nice and intimate and with me deep inside of her. I’m basically a simple guy, and I enjoy the simple pleasures.
She was resistant to the idea of leaving, though, and I thought I knew why; she was really, really enjoying this! All of it, every sight, sound, and scent, including having others admire her nude body, but especially the sight of Michael, and his astonishing cock, and the obvious pleasure it was bringing Marci, who had moaned and cried out through one orgasm moments ago and was now on a quest for another!
Alli tore her eyes away from them to focus, if only for a moment, on me. “Just a little longer, okay? Then we can go, I promise. We can play some more, if you want – and if you promise not to go all fire hose again!”
That’s a tough offer to pass up, but before I pulled her against me to take her up on it, I stretched out my arm and grabbed a towel from the back of a nearby chair; it wasn’t one we’d carried out with us, but at this point it didn’t seem to matter. “You may want to wipe your face off a little, before any… well, before anything I might have missed gets all crusty on you.”
She splashed some water on her face before taking the towel from me, grinning. “That was quite an impressive shower – it went everywhere!”
“Don’t remind me, okay? Jeez, what a dumb thing!” Her face now clean and dried, she laughed as she tossed the towel back onto the chair and we settled back down into the hot water. She was tight against me, almost on my lap, and with my arm around her I was able to get that hand on one of her boobs, while I grabbed the one nearest to me with my other hand. She felt great, so much nicer than either Marci or Karen with their big boobs…not that I had any regrets about groping them! That had been kind of fun, in retrospect.
By unspoken mutual agreement, we seemed to settle into our role of spectators, dividing our attention between Charlie and Karen, on one side, and Marci and Michael on the other. There wasn’t much to actually see at the far end, with Oscar and Irene just touching and cuddling, or with Keri and Don, who kept all the juicy, forbidden bits underwater, so we mostly ignored them.
Right next to us, however, Karen had apparently had enough of sitting on the edge of the tub, with the hard composite material digging into her ass, so she pushed Charlie back until he slid free of her tight tunnel, his big cock springing upright, glistening with her slick juices. She stood and turned around, her back to the tub, and leaned forward, resting her weight on her elbows and forearms on the lip of the tub. This had the effect of positioning her perfect ass – and the pink, slippery treasure between those long, long legs – right there for the taking!
As Charlie shuffled back into position to do just that, Alli surprised the hell out of me by reaching out and seizing his thick, slippery cock in her hand! She squeezed him, and then looked up at his shocked face, a small smile on her lips. “Very impressive, Charlie, your second conquest of the evening and the night is still young! Pretty good, for a man your advanced years!”
His eyes widened, partly in surprise that Alli was now stroking his cock, and partly at the dig about his age, I think. He was the oldest person there at forty-five, over thirteen years older than me and nearly twenty years older than Alli, but I think he suddenly realized that she was just pulling his chain even as she was also pulling his cock. “My advanced years! What the… ” He spluttered for a moment in feigned offense before laughing. “Actually, you can say whatever you want as long as you keep touching my dick – and while I’d like to take credit for my virility – you know, for such a doddering old man – I have to give the kudos to the miracle of modern medicine; nothin’ like a good boner pill to help an old guy out!”
Allison giggled, not expecting that. “Really? Well, it seems they do work!” She continued to slowly masturbate him, her fingers gliding in Karen’s plentiful lubrication, his thick cock filling her hand. Alli ran her fingertips over his scrotum, as if tracing each testicle, and then did the same around the base of his cock; I think she was actually enjoying the feel of his smooth, utterly hairless genitalia! She confirmed my thoughts when she said, “I do like how smooth you are – not even any stubble! Of course, I have no idea what you looked like before…”
I said, “Think Sasquatch”, and she, Karen, and Charlie all laughed as he nodded, agreeing with me.
Alli cupped his cock in her hand, the bulbous, oozing head of it on her forearm above her wrist as she squeezed his hard shaft. “Did you really take one of those ED pills?”
He nodded. “You bet! I’ve got the blue ones and the yellow ones, in that bathroom medicine cabinet in the room where you guys changed clothes.” He looked at me. “Help yourself, Dave – a good host should always share his boner meds, right? I mean, it’s the party drug of the hour, ain’t it? Am I right, Alli – is that a hard cock or what!? Go ahead, Dave, feel that thing – I could drive nails with it!”
Karen, still in her assumed position as she waited for Charlie to resume fucking her, was looking back over her shoulder at us. She laughed as I quickly declined Charlie’s offer. “Thanks Charlie, that’s a very generous offer, but I think I’ll take your word for it.”
Alli squeezed him, laughing. “It is really hard – you should feel it!”
“Thank you, no; I now have his word and your testimony, which is more than good enough for me! Maybe you should stop feeling it!”
She didn’t. “Oh, so it’s okay for you to play with Karen and Marci’s boobs, but it’s not okay when I touch someone else’s dick? That sounds like some kind of sexist double-standard to me!”
Charlie nodded. “She’s got you there, buddy! Besides, it feels real nice… your wife has such soft hands!”
I just looked at him and shook my head. There was an argument to be made that me touching a woman’s breasts, which are a secondary sexual characteristic, is not the equivalent of her fondling a man’s cock, which is very much a primary and defining sexual characteristic. I mean, fondling actual male sex organs versus touching boobs – which are, technically speaking, not even sex organs, like a penis…
I could sense that it was an argument that I wouldn’t win, so I didn’t make it. Instead I watched as she cupped his big balls in her other hand, gently squeezing them as she stroked his cock for another few seconds. It was her signature move, one I had enjoyed thousands of times, my balls in her one hand while she fondled my cock with her other, and she did it very naturally…even though, in this instance, the genitalia in question was not mine, and was in fact significantly larger that what she was accustomed to fondling!
Jealousy reared its ugly head again, although not as powerfully as it had with Michael; I was able to quickly tamp it down. I knew she was toying with Charlie, and that she did not feel the same kind of powerful attraction to him that she did to Michael – plus, I really couldn’t imagine any of her private erotic fantasies involving Charlie, although I suppose I could be wrong about that. In addition, I sort of had the sense that she was doing it just to tease me!
When she finally released him, his penis unquestionably rigidly hard, he moved back in behind Karen and I heard her groan, deep in her throat, as he slowly guided his cock back into her waiting heat. He started a slow, rhythmic thrusting, and soon she was in the throes of orgasm, crying out, “Oh yes, yes, yes, oh god, Charlie, oh yes!” as she came, jamming herself back against him and grinding her hips up and down, taking full advantage of every bit of his huge, drug-assisted erection. He laughed and slapped her on the ass as she came – hard, earning a yelp that was as much pleasure as pain or surprise. I stared, fascinated, as she came, while a bright red imprint of Charlie’s hand gradually formed on the ivory skin of her ass. Charlie, in a remarkable display of stamina, continued to slowly fuck her as she warmed up for another orgasm.
The sound of movement – splashing in the water, a groan of pleasure, the boards of the deck creaking – drew our attention back to Marci and Michael. He had pulled out of her and was standing on the edge of the deck looking down at all of us, holding his hand out to help her step up, out of the tub. His cock was still hard, thick and enormous and standing out in front of him like a blunt, fleshy, jousting lance. He was, if anything, even longer and thicker than when his phallus was last seen, before Marci did her magic disappearing act on it, and he appeared throbbingly, achingly, hugely hard, the thick veins pulsing along his glistening, juice-smeared shaft.
I heard Alli moan softly as she looked at it – at him – and I felt a shudder of primal lust run through her body. It did nothing to ease my still-troubled mind on that issue, trust me! As Marci clambered out of the tub I couldn’t help but notice (because I refused to look away, of course!) that her pussy looked swollen and aroused, used and puffy, the thick, pink inner lips of her sex spread open and generously coated with her milky fluids. That mouth-watering sight – plus the big, pink, swollen nipples on her luscious breasts – may have generated a bit of a moan and a shudder of arousal from me, as well.
What can I say – these were two very sexy, sensual, beautiful people, pausing in the middle of a very erotic love act between them, all of their exaggerated attributes, sexual arousal, and desire for each other on display for all to see. It was sexy and erotic, naughty and forbidden, sensual and beautiful, and the knowledge that they were also our friends, people we knew and loved, well, that made it extra-special, even if it was kinky as hell! Of course we were aroused by it – who wouldn’t be??
Alli seemed unable to speak, so I asked them, “Are you leaving?” It was maybe a semi-hopeful question, the thought entering my mind that once one couple leaves, the rush to the exits can proceed without anyone else feeling self-conscious about it. That’s how it usually goes when parties end, in my vast experience on the topic. Of course, my experience with this particular kind of party was essentially non-existent, and it turned out that my hopes – like me – were premature .
Marci shook her head. “No, we’re just going inside where we can be more comfortable. It’s too cold to use the lounge chair out here, but the edge of that tub gets very hard after awhile!”
Charlie, without breaking his rhythm, waved. “Make yourselves at home, wherever you want. Oh, but don’t get any cum on the leather sofa! Margaret fucking freaks when that happens!”
I idly wondered how many times that disturbing line – or ones very similar to it – might have been spoken at parties in the past. Marci headed for the steps, turning back to beckon Michael – who remained at the edge of the tub, looking down at me and Alli with an odd expression on his face – to follow. “Come on Secretariat, I need my big stud to come and finish what he started.”
He tore his eyes away from us and chuckled, and then did a very credible horse whinny, pawing the deck with one foot before blowing out his cheeks and shaking his head in a horsey, lip-flapping snort, and then followed her up the steps, his Secretariat-sized erection pointing the way, leaving our laughter behind him.
We settled back into the water, Allison and I intertwined, touching, teasing, her nipples and my cock hard and aroused as we listened to Karen come yet again. She stroked me underwater, touching my cock one moment, feather-light on my balls the next, and then her fingertip lightly caressing my anus and making my cock strain and flex. I did the same to her, touching all of her most erogenous points, those little spots I know so well, and as Karen cried out in the throes of her orgasm, Charlie deep inside of her, Allison came too, my fingers on her hard clit and her fist closing tightly on my cock as she did.
At the far end of the tub Oscar and Irene were doing much the same thing that we were, and Keri and Don had apparently quietly completed their coupling and were now just kissing and talking softly, water up to their chins. I figured his deposit was probably leaking out of her satiated pussy into the swirling water – assuming he had come inside of her – but for some reason that thought no longer bothered me very much.
Right next to us Charlie started to make all of the telltale sounds of imminent orgasm, and we both stared as he grabbed Karen’s hips and held her tightly against his groin, his back arching as he kept his cock jammed deeply inside of her, groaning with the intensity of his climax. She rocked and flexed her hips as she thrust back against him, enjoying the sensation of his cock swelling and spurting deep in her pussy, using her tight grip to milk him dry, climaxing even as his orgasm began to taper off – all-in-all a better performance than any porn film I’d ever seen, even if it didn’t have all the graphic close-ups! The fact that it was live, with all of the sights, sounds, and scents, made it very intense, and I found myself – and my wife – once again quivering with arousal.
As he held himself inside of her, letting them both enjoy the afterglow as his erection faded, Oscar and Irene told us all goodnight, and that they were heading home, and then climbed out of the tub and headed for the stairs – for me the icebreakers that I’d hoped Michael and Marci were earlier, giving me permission to leave without being the first. When I whispered that suggestion to Alli a moment later, she said, “Okay, fine – in a few minutes.”
That was probably best – we didn’t want to seem like we were chasing them up the steps in our eagerness to go – and it paid dividends for me a moment later when Charlie slowly slid his big, semi-erect and cum-slathered cock out of Karen’s body and I watched a small gush of his semen follow him out and drip into the water. Damn, I do love that sight!
When she turned around and perched on the edge of the tub, legs widespread, it got even better! She apparently liked that sight too, because she leaned forward to look down at her used sex as another trickle of pearly white slowly oozed out, and, helpless to stop, I stared as well, craning my neck to see. I didn’t want to stare at her like that – actually I did, but what I didn’t want was for her to catch me staring at her like that – but I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away, and when she looked up and caught me she just smiled.
Charlie settled back into the water and leaned back with a heavy sigh, his eyes closed in bliss. Karen looked at me looking at her, and her little grin turned wicked. “Dave, you bad boy! Do you like looking at my messy pussy?”
I think I blushed from head to toe as Allison laughed. “No, he loves it! That’s one of his favorite sights on earth, I think. He’s such a kinky horndog sometimes!”
I shrugged, still blushing. “I can’t deny it, I do enjoy that.”
Karen laughed. “It’s okay, you know – look to your hearts content. I am sort of used to men looking at me, after all!”
That was true, I realized; I had forgotten, for the moment, what she did for a living, which must just about remove all inhibitions. I watched his cum continue to ooze out of her – apparently he had pumped in a good amount – as she reached down and spread herself open with her fingers, rubbing Charlie’s semen over her puffy labia and still-hard clit. I ached, my whole lower abdomen throbbing with arousal.
I looked up at her face, only to find her watching me. I felt like I had to say something. “Umm, I thought you only did lap dances and handjobs… ” Okay, it was stupid, but it was something.
She laughed. “At the club, with paying customers, yes, but not with Charlie, on my free time! Charlie’s my fuck buddy.” She nudged him with her knee. “Aren’t you, big guy?”
Charlie responded drowsily, “Mmm, fuck buddy, yeah.” He opened one eye and peered at Alli. “Pretty good for an old man, huh?”
Alli laughed. “An old man with a big cock, yes. I’m impressed, I’ll admit it – and now, if the show is over, I’m going to drag my kinky little husband home and make him fuck me all night!”
I was shocked at her language, but it made me laugh, Charlie and Karen joining in. Charlie opened both eyes now and looked at us drowsily. “I’m really glad you two stayed, I mean it! And Davey old boy, take one of my pills – the yellow ones. I have a feeling you’re going to need it.
I again declined, shaking my head, and we climbed out of the tub and grabbed our towels. I followed Allison up the stairs, fully aware that both Charlie and Don – and probably Karen and Keri – were admiring my wife’s slim, sexy naked body. And I realized that I really didn’t mind anymore
