A frolicking foursome makes the most of a balmy evening by quenching their erotic thirst with lust rather than lemonade.

“You know, I think the swing needs a little oil,” Don said to me as I poured us each a nice cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade. “I’m all out, and the hardware store closes at one on Sundays. I’ll go next door and see if Hal has any to spare.” As he shut the kitchen door behind him, I grabbed two more glasses down from the cabinet. I added crushed ice, a few sprigs of mint from the terra-cotta pots on our porch, and filled the glasses to the rim. Then I went upstairs and changed.

To some, Don’s comment would have sounded perfectly innocent. But I know my husband better than that. I slid out of my frayed jeans and t-shirt and into a flirty white lace sundress. Then I took off my panties and shook down my caramel-colored waves. I spritzed Hal’s favorite jasmine-scented perfume behind my ears and finished my look with a swipe of the cherry-colored lipstick his wife Grace gave me for my last birthday. When I went back downstairs, Don was just returning with our favorite neighbors.

“Don’t you look pretty?” Grace said, giving me a quick hug.

“Good enough to eat,” Hal agreed with a wink, and I looked over at Don. Were we going to start so soon, before we’d even had a chance to chitchat? I felt my heart beating faster. Hal looked as good as ever, tan and tough in his jeans and tight white shirt, his dark hair slicked back. Gracie was a goddess — wearing a halter made of patchworks of silk and a pair of shorts that might get a girl arrested for indecent exposure.

“I think so, too,” said Grace, and she grabbed my hand and led me back outside to our squeaky porch swing. I realized then that Hal hadn’t brought any oil over, but I didn’t say a word. I didn’t actually mind the squeak. The sound conjured up pleasant memories for me — the fireflies that flickered in the garden at twilight, the happy barbecues we’d enjoyed around the pool, and the warm evenings we’d spent outside fucking our neighbors so many times before.

Grace’s hands pushed the hem of my dress to my waist, and she cooed, “Naughty Claire. You left off your panties. What are we going to do with you?”

Hal came over to peek. “She is a naughty girl,” he said, “but she’s got such a pretty pussy. I think we should forgive her this time.” As he spoke, he bent down to press his thumb between my swollen nether lips, and then he licked the juices off his digit.

“What do you suggest I do?” Grace asked, gazing up at her husband. I sighed. I loved being discussed in this way — especially with my dress raised up and my shaved slit on display. I couldn’t have been any happier than I was at that moment.

“Gracie,” he said, smiling at her. “I’m going to leave that up to your filthy little mind.” He moved aside to watch his wife stroke my naked pussy with her fingertips.

“You’re wet already, little slut,” she said. “What dirty thoughts have you been spinning?”

“Well,” I started, buying myself time, “as soon as Donny said he was going next door, I was hoping he’d bring you two back with him.”

“We were already discussing it,” she said. “Beautiful evening like this, warm weather. Perfect time to swing.”

“Yes,” I sighed, and she moved the swing gently with her feet. “To swing.”

I closed my eyes for a moment and set my head back as Gracie bent on the swing to lick my pussy for the first time that night. But not the first time ever. Not even the first time this summer. We were lucky enough to have discovered fellow swingers right next door to us when we’d moved into our house five years ago. I’d been sunbathing nude one day when Gracie had peeked over the fence that separates her yard from ours. She had on a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses, her cinnamon curls were wild around her face, and her lips were slicked in a peony-pink gloss. She seemed more than a little interested in the look of my body. Embarrassed, I’d attempted to cover up with my hands, but Gracie had told me in no uncertain terms was I to shield my body from her, and then she came right over and helped me with the sunscreen.

That was the start.

Now, she nipped at my nude pussy lips and then flicked the point of her tongue out to tap my clit. I groaned and arched, and as I did, I heard a similar sounding moan to the left. I turned my head to see Donny on his knees sucking off Hal. God, does our neighbor have one hell of a thick cock. I was momentarily jealous of Donny getting to gobble that entire luscious dick himself. But then Gracie won my attention back by sliding two fingers into my snatch and stroking me on the inside. She honed into my G-spot in record time — she always has a knack for finding that erogenous zone — and I started making such a lake of juices between my thighs that she couldn’t keep up.

“Damn, you’re wet, girl,” she said as she lapped at my inner thighs. “Look at you.”

That Gracie knows what she’s doing. She has a little trick where she alternates sucking on my clit and rapping on it with her fingertips. She never fails to drive me crazy, and she has a way of making me teeter on the brink of climax for so long that when I finally do come, I feel as if I might never recover.

“Hal, help a girl out!” she called to her husband. “Claire’s so wet, I can’t drink up all her juices.”

“You must not be trying hard enough,” Hal said. He didn’t look as if he was ready to give up the blowjob my man was gifting him.

“Hal!” She said her man’s name in that wifely way. That come-here-right-this-minute-and-do-your-task tone. Of course, the task she was requesting was that Hal lick my pussy, so this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill “honey do” list.

With visible effort, Hal pulled away from Don and came over to the swing. Don was still on his knees, and he seemed content with watching the action for a moment. But he soon moved closer, so he could get a better view. Hal and Gracie maneuvered themselves so that Gracie was on her knees on the swing and Hal was on the porch at my feet. Then they began to take turns. Gracie would lick me and then she would kiss Hal. Then Hal would lick me and then kiss Gracie. We were all a slobbery, sweet mess until I spoiled the party by coming. Hal’s five o’clock shadow was what did me in. The rough rasp of his whiskers against the delicate softness of my nether lips took me over the edge. I couldn’t help myself. Hal grabbed hold of my clit between his lips and sucked so hard I thought I’d scream. Instead, I creamed, pressing my pussy to his face and crying out loudly into the twilight.

My actions spurred on Gracie, who stripped out of her sexy halter and short shorts and grabbed the turquoise cushion off the nearby chaise longue. She sprawled out with her red corkscrew curls spiraling around her face, her pale legs spread, her body waiting. I could not deny a vision so lovely, so I quickly climbed on top of her in a sixty-nine. Because the boys were watching, we really put on a show. My pussy was extra sensitive after the tongue-lashing Hal had given me, and Gracie knew to go slow with me. She nipped and licked my thighs at first, staying away from my pulsing clit while I went to work on her pussy.

I didn’t have the same qualms because I knew from Gracie’s scent and taste that she was dying to come. Playing with me had turned her on intensely. Watching Hal eat me out had ratcheted her arousal up another level. I made it my business to bring her to climax, but suddenly I wasn’t alone in that mission. Donny moved me aside to take my place, and when I looked at him, I saw that he’d stripped out of his clothes while we’d been busy. He clearly wanted to sixty-nine with Gracie, so I backed away. When they were in position, Hal gripped me around the waist and pressed me down on the cool tiles of our outdoor patio floor. I could feel that he was naked, too. I was the only one still wearing anything, and I moved away from him momentarily, so I could lose my dress.

The air was warm around us — that perfect refreshing temperature after an unseasonably hot day. But the heat we were generating ourselves was volcanic. I don’t think the four of us had ever been this randy before. Donny only let Gracie suck him for a moment before he said, “I have to be in you. I want you to come on my cock.”

I turned my head so I could watch my husband fuck my neighbor as Hal spread my legs and thrust his prick inside me. My first orgasm of the night had primed my pussy well. I was all lubed up and ready to take Hal’s monster cock. He did not hesitate at all, but slammed hard into me from the get-go. As if to accompany his thrusts, his wife began making sweet mewing sounds while Donny worked her. While I watched, he flipped the two of them, so he was on the bottom and Gracie was straddling him. She took this change of scenery in stride, bucking up and down on his cock. I watched, breathless, at the sight of his dick, all glistening-wet with her pearly juices and visible each time she rose.

Hal wanted my attention for himself, and he gripped my hair and began to truly pummel me. “You need it a little rough, don’t you, angel?” he asked. His voice was husky, as rough as his whiskers. I nodded, feeling the tug of my long hair in his fist. “Tell me,” he said. “Say it.”

Hal always likes me to spell out what turns me on. Donny and I are often pretty quiet when we’re alone — but something about being with our neighbors unlocks a special place inside me. I am able to find my inner vixen and let her free.

“I look forward to when you come over,” I confessed, the promise of another orgasm making my words come in a rush. “You’re rougher with me than Donny.” That was the truth. Donny treats women like princesses. He was doing it now with Gracie, rubbing her clit languorously with his thumb while she rocked up and down on him. He beckoned her forward so he could nip at her teacup tits while she continued to move her hips in the rhythm that was suiting them both.

Hal was different. Hal pinched my nipples hard and I cried out. He smacked my ass next, and the sound made Donny and Gracie both look our way. Donny appreciates the fact that Hal can give me the little edge I crave every so often. Truth is, he likes that edge himself.

We were both in our own little worlds. Hal was taking me to new heights. Donny and Gracie rolled over again so that my man was in missionary position on top of her, driving his cock hard into her. I could tell that she was coming from the noises she made, and I could also tell that Don was loving the contractions of her sex around his manhood. Gracie trembled all over as she climaxed, but she’s a good sport. She slipped out of his embrace and pushed Donny onto his back. Then she resumed the blowjob she’d started earlier. Donny was in heaven. I could tell. He shut his eyes and twined his fingers through Gracie’s curly hair.

I surprised myself then. Even though I knew Hal hadn’t come yet, I couldn’t stop my actions. I pulled away from him so I could get behind Gracie and lick her pussy from behind.

“Claire!” Hal said, startled.

I waggled my ass at him in an invitation for him to keep up, but I didn’t stop my motions. I even rimmed her sweet rear hole, all the while she was sucking Donny’s dick. Hal moved behind me and began to fuck me once more. We were all connected, which made me happy. Donny was on his back, getting a blowjob from a glimmering redhead. I was sucking her pussy with fervor, taking trips between her clit and her asshole. And Hal had his cock buried in my pussy to the hilt. With each thrust, I could feel his big balls slapping against me.

This is what life is all about for us: these wild moments of unadulterated lust.

When Gracie came, she started a chain reaction. I had one hand on her pussy, rubbing her mound, with my mouth pressed firmly between her gorgeous globes. Even as she came, she never let go of Donny’s dick. I could tell because he cried out, “Oh, God, girl. You’re so good, Gracie. You’re so fucking good.”

Hal, spurred on by hearing Donny talk about his wife, filled me with warm volleys of his seed. I ground my hips back against him, gaining the direct pressure I needed to come again. And then I was done for, too. I climaxed with a piercing howl into the night, totally unlike me, but exciting in its release.

We were animals out there in the twilight. When we untangled ourselves, we each looked slyly pleased with what we had just done.

For a moment, we basked in the glow, watching the moon in the lavender sky. Then I went into the kitchen for the lemonade, which I brought out on a tray. I loved walking around naked like that, and I set the tray on the little mosaic table on our patio. But the patio was empty. The three others in the party had decided on a dip in the pool. I didn’t hesitate. I joined them, relishing the sensation of the water around me. But more than that, looking forward to what we might do next. When I emerged, I saw Gracie beckoning to me. She had hoisted herself onto the lip of the pool with her legs spread.

“Let’s have a test,” she said. “I’ll close my eyes, and you each take turns licking my slit. I’ll try to guess who’s eating me.”

The boys and I agreed quickly, and Gracie braced herself on her palms, closed her eyes, and waited. Hal went first. I thought for sure she’d guess him right away, because of the scruff of his beard, but he worked hard not to touch her with anything other than his tongue. I went next, and I tickled her clit and sucked her lips, and made frantic movements that were unlike my normal style of pussy-eating. Then Hal took another turn, just to confuse her, but Gracie wasn’t having any of that.

“No Don?” she asked, and we all laughed. There was no way we would have been able to fool her. After five years of regular four-way fucking, we’re all adept at recognizing each other’s tricks. That doesn’t stop us from being playful, though.

“My turn?” Hal asked, and he climbed out of the pool and lay down on the concrete, which was no doubt still warm from the baking sun.

I went first this time, holding my hair back so he wouldn’t feel the tickle of the strands. I deep-throated him, and he moaned and bucked his hips, momentarily forgetting that we were having a contest.

Gracie pushed me aside, and she started to bob her head over her husband’s dick. She only got in a few licks before Don moved in. Even after all these years, the sight of my husband sucking off our neighbor never fails to thrill me. I watched intensely as Don blew Hal, and when Hal groaned and said, “Donny, you don’t know how good that feels,” I had to put a hand to my pussy and play with myself.

For a second, Gracie and I just watched. Then Hal and Don got into a sixty-nine, and I was done for. I had to be part of the action. But Gracie beat me to it. Quick as a minx, she got up, insinuated herself between the boys and began to suck on Donny’s hard cock.

“You want it nice and wet for Hal, don’t you?” she asked.

Donny’s eyes were glazing over. Grace is a wicked one with that fierce tongue of hers. She licked and sucked him until he was drippy, and then she moved back. Hal had taken the position on his stomach by the grass, and Gracie helped open Hal’s asscheeks and positioned my husband’s cock at her man’s hole. It’s a funny thing to me. Hal is much more dominant than Donny, but we always seem to end our evenings with Donny’s dick in Hal’s ass. This was getting to be too much for me. I couldn’t sit out. I had to be part of the fun.

“Get on your hands and knees,” I told Hal, and then I went on my back and slid until I could lick Hal’s balls. He yelped a bit when he first felt my tongue, and I could tell the exact moment that Donny speared his asshole.

I licked and lapped at his balls, then let him set the pace, dunking them into my open mouth. I’d been so focused on this sport, that Gracie managed to surprise me again. This time, she pushed me out of the way and Hal arched up. Donny gripped him around his waist, holding him upright and steady as he fucked him. Gracie was on her hands and knees now, blowing her man. I got behind Gracie for the second time of the night, and while she was sucking off Hal, I parted her cheeks and began to rim her once more. I don’t know what it is, but I never get tired of sticking my tongue in her ass.

This time, Donny came first. He let us all know, too. Because we’re fully schooled in the fact that dirty talk does Hal in, Donny said, “I’m going to come in your ass, Hal. I’m going to fill you up good.” And then he did, practically hoarse with pleasure as he came enthusiastically in Hal’s ass.

Hal was next, climaxing much more quietly, whispering, “That’s it, darling. That’s it, sweetheart,” as his wife wrapped her lips even tighter around his pipe and swallowed every drop when he reached his own finale. Gracie pulled away then, and she and I took care of each other. I had flashes of that first afternoon together, when she’d oiled me up with sunscreen and then rubbed her body against mine in a feline way that brought me off with explosive results. Flickers of good times danced through my memory: Hal fucking me against our dining-room table, the room lit only with the candles of my thirtieth birthday cake. Don doing Gracie on top of our kitchen counter, using a handful of crushed ice to chill her perky nipples. Then I was back to the present, as Gracie pressed her muff to my lips and I slammed my slit to her mouth, and we came together.

We all slipped into the pool again, and then Don brought us towels and we sipped our lemonades and listened to the sounds of the late-summer evening.

Night-blooming jasmine perfumed the air around us. The mint flavored our lemonade. But nothing spoke more to me of summer than the taste of Gracie still lingering on my lips.

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