Four good friends find out how sexy swapping can be — all together in one steamy tub, and separately for even more explicit pleasure.

My husband, Ike, and I have been friends with Johnny and Charlotte for more than four years. Over dinner one night, the four of us decided to vacation together, so we rented a two-bedroom condominium on the beach in Maryland. The place was huge, clean and comfortable, with sumptuous furniture and all the amenities of home. There was even a separate bathroom with a Jacuzzi for relaxation and romance. The four of us drove down from the city on Friday morning, and by evening we were lounging on the beautiful beach of Ocean City.

I woke the following morning, feeling rested and happy as I looked ahead to an entire week of freedom. Ike was already up; I could smell fresh coffee. I threw on a robe and headed out to give him a big kiss. I eventually found him on the patio. About twenty feet below on the beach, Charlotte was emerging from the water in a red one-piece swimsuit. Ike was ogling her intensely.

When my husband realized I’d caught him, he clearly thought I might be hurt or angry, but I’d always known he had a crush on Charlotte. He wasn’t alone; men couldn’t help themselves around her blonde hair, full lips and sinfully delicious body. Over the years, I’d seen women admiring her assets, too — women I knew were straight. She was that sexy.

Ike was surprisingly shy. He blushed madly, so mortified I’d caught him looking at another woman that he actually began to stutter as he tried to explain that he was checking out the tide.

I couldn’t help smiling. “Yeah, I know what you were checking out.” He denied it, of course, but I assured him that I didn’t mind. I knew Ike loved me, and that nothing as innocent as sex could ever endanger our commitment to each other. I even felt comfortable mentioning the moment to Charlotte, once I got her alone the next day for some girl talk.

“He was that embarrassed?”

“Yeah. I had fun teasing him all day, but we had amazing sex last night.”

“Oh, really!” Charlotte laughed, staying deliberately casual as she disclosed that she’d always suspected her Johnny of having the hots for me. Charlotte and I were looking at each other as if an identical dirty idea had dawned upon us at the same time.

“You think?” I queried, the meaning obvious to both of us.

There was a pause before Charlotte winked at me. “We should make a nice dinner tonight,” she advised. “With wine as well.”

“And coffee,” I added. “We’ll probably be staying up very late, after all.”

“Exactly,” she responded. “We certainly don’t want the guys conking out too early.” Charlotte’s eyes gleamed, and she rubbed her hands together wickedly, which made me laugh. She was acting like a mad scientist in an old cartoon — although her plot was a grown-up sort of wicked.

Charlotte and I woke early the next morning to go shopping, and then spent the afternoon parading around in our brand-new string bikinis. Our husbands could barely keep their tongues in their mouths.

“Too bad this isn’t a topless beach,” Johnny quipped.

“We haven’t used the hot tub upstairs yet,” Charlotte replied, giving me a quick, furtive smile. “Maybe later we’ll play by our own rules.”

Johnny snickered, and went off to tell Ike what she’d said.

As the sun began to set, Charlotte and I asked Johnny to take a picture of us on the beach together. Charlotte already had a pose in mind, placing me on my knees in the sand. She knelt behind me, leaning over so her face was right over mine. She draped her arms around my shoulders, crossing her wrists just above my breasts. The tips of her fingers were touching my tits, and the guys loved what they were seeing.

By dinnertime, our husbands were extra playful and definitely aroused. We made steak and potatoes — their favorites — and opened two bottles of California Pinot Noir. Charlotte and I had agreed that swapping partners was something the guys already wanted to do — they just needed a little help getting started. That’s why we felt no guilt about seducing them.

Coffee was next, and by now there was a palpable excitement in the air. Charlotte and I had donned thin, sheer robes over our bikinis, and the boys were still in their swim trunks. “So,” Ike suggested, “when do we all have a topless bath together?”

Charlotte smiled. “Why don’t you guys fill the tub, strip down, and we’ll meet you in there.”

We heard the water running and the guys laughing and kidding around as they waited for us. Charlotte and I opened a bottle of champagne and toasted one another — and our wonderfully naughty idea — before doffing our robes and joining our husbands.

The boys were naked — I saw their trunks discarded on the floor — and submerged to their chests. “Hey, why aren’t you guys topless?” whined Ike.

“Well, your wife and I opened a bottle of bubbly,” said Charlotte, untying her bikini top and letting it fall into the water. “And I thought you might like to have some.” She took the champagne from me and, leaning over, poured some onto her bare breast, directing the stream of falling fizz right into Ike’s eager mouth.

“I think Johnny looks thirsty, too,” I said, taking the bottle from her. Johnny opened his mouth, expecting to get the same kind of champagne waterfall from my bare boobs as Ike had gotten. Instead, I handed him the bottle. He looked disappointed, but as he took a swig, I untied my own top. He put the bottle aside, and I shoved my tits right into his face. He attacked them, kissing and sucking my nipples. I looked over and saw Ike’s face buried between Charlotte’s beautiful jugs. It was on.

I was all over Johnny, freeing his ponytail to let his long black hair fall loose, and kissing his voluptuous mouth. Johnny had dark eyes, a rugged jaw and sensuous cleft chin. I’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. I reached under the surface of the water to see what he had, almost laughing with delight when I got a handful of his big dick. There had to be damn near eight inches on him, and I couldn’t wait to get the whole thing in my mouth.

In the meantime, Ike was feasting on Charlotte’s big boobs, savoring her nipples and making her gasp with pleasure. She wrapped her legs around his waist in the water, and he had fun running his greedy hands all over that delectable body of hers. He picked her up and carried her over to the edge of the sunken tub to lay her back on the floor, strip off her bikini bottom, and eat her pretty blonde cunt.

Seeing them engaged in such blatantly sexual activity filled me with lust. I stood Johnny up and began worshipping that lovely cock of his, running my tongue along the underside before kissing it all over. I couldn’t stop admiring his dick, hefting the length in both hands. I pumped his shaft with one hand, engulfing the head in my mouth. Then I slapped his rod lightly to see it spring back and forth.

Ike and Charlotte were both playing with her pussy. She plunged a stiff finger in and out of her hole, before pulling away and letting him take her clit between his lips. “Oh, God — that feels so good,” I heard her moan as I sucked her husband’s cock. I had my hands all over Johnny’s adorable behind and felt his dick throbbing in my mouth. Charlotte started panting. “Ike, you’re gonna make me come,” she said, her voice shaking. She let out a loud moan that announced her climax and fired me up even more.

She let out a loud moan that announced her climax and fired me up even more.

I sat Johnny down in the tub and straddled him, holding on to his shoulders as I lowered myself onto his beautiful cock. I began bouncing in his lap, and my tits jiggled in his face. My nipples were erect, and he licked and sucked them, driving me to distraction. I sat down hard on him, making both of us moan as he penetrated me deeply. Fucking him felt divine, and I rocked back and forth with growing ardor. I was excited enough to see what Johnny was like as a lover — to do so in front of Charlotte and my husband as they got it on, though, was electrifying. I smiled at Charlotte, my eyes half closed with rapture as her husband’s cock sent surges of pleasure through my body.

While Johnny and I had gotten right to business, diving into the main act in our enthusiasm, Charlotte and Ike were clearly in the mood to play more slowly. Charlotte peeled my husband’s hands off her amazing body, long enough to sit him on the edge of the tub, and then she sank to her knees between his legs. Her luscious boobs bobbed at the water’s surface, teasing his hard-on. Finally, she took him inside her mouth. Ike moaned as her lips closed over his dickhead.

I squirmed on Johnny’s monster cock, watching Charlotte tease my husband into submission. She pulled away from his erection and let her tongue drag up the underside of his penis with painstaking slowness, and then opened wide around his cockhead to let him feel the heat of her mouth before engulfing him. Her head bobbed up and down a few times, driving him insane, and then she let his erection slip out. His cock sprang forward, and she chased it with her tongue, flicking underneath the head.

She took Ike’s engorged dick between her breasts, holding them together for him. Ike could barely believe his luck, and thrust his dick back and forth in the fleshy tunnel she’d made. I pumped my hips, moving on Johnny’s cock with purpose now, and he pinched both my nipples as I came, my sounds of ecstasy echoing off the tiled walls.

Ike had to pull his dick away from Charlotte’s tits, lest he come before he could get to the main event. He perched her on edge of the tub and moved between her parted thighs, sliding his prick into her. She pulled her legs back, grabbing under her knees with both hands to give him access to her depths, and he started thrusting into her with vigor. Seeing how his wife responded to Ike’s cock had a compelling effect on Johnny, and he stood me up, bent me over, and mounted me from the rear, banging into me hard.

Ike was pumping Charlotte’s pussy, going deliberately slow now to tease them both as he nudged them ever closer to their reward. Charlotte was growing impatient, reaching down to finger her clit as he slid in and out of her moist hole. She looked over at Johnny fucking me doggy-style and smiled.

“I’m gonna come,” she sighed. “Oh God, I’m gonna come all over his cock!” She let out a long moan, and then her body stiffened and she whimpered.

Ike was still moving at a steady pace, but his face was flushing red. “Oh, fuck!” he groaned.

“Come on my pussy!” Charlotte urged. “Pull out and shoot all over my cunt.”

Ike grunted, pulling out his dick and pointing the head right at Charlotte’s snatch. He pumped his shaft a few times, and it twitched and shot come all over her mound. Charlotte spread his load into her slit, making her flesh nice and slippery, and then rubbed herself to another furious orgasm. She cried out when she came, and that drove me over the edge, too. I slammed myself down onto Johnny’s big dick, and the contractions of my pleasure threatened to siphon the load from deep within his balls.

“No!” I begged when he told me he was close. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

He pulled out, and I moved around just in time to catch his load. God, the semen went everywhere — in my face and hair, and all over my breasts. He kept shooting, but I did manage to get some in my mouth, laughing as I swallowed down his creamy treat.

Suddenly, everyone else started laughing, too. The anticipation and excitement had been so high and the reality so satisfying, that for a moment we fell into hilarity.

He pumped his shaft a few times, and it twitched and shot come all over her mound.

“Oh, my!” exclaimed Charlotte when we’d calmed down, “That was fantastic.”

“Incredible,” I said, lying back in the tub. “Wow, Johnny — Charlotte told me you were good, but damn!”

Charlotte gave Ike’s butt a playful smack as he stood to take a slug of champagne from the bottle. “I always thought you had a nice ass,” she said.

He smiled down at her. “I always liked your boobs.”

“Everybody likes Charlotte’s boobs,” I said, unable to suppress my smirk.

I sidled over to grab the bottle she’d taken from Ike. I sat in her lap as I took a swig of champagne. We passed the bottle around cheerily, with Charlotte and me becoming increasingly affectionate. She rubbed my shoulders and gradually let her hands drop to my breasts. The guys were staring, and I smiled at them, waiting until Charlotte started playing with my nipples before turning to kiss her.

Charlotte and I had talked about this. We knew, of course, that eventually the guys would come, and we wanted to make sure the action didn’t stop. We wanted to keep playing — and had expected the guys would want to see us satisfying our girl lust.

Our first kiss was quick, but soft and wonderful, leading to a second. The third was longer, and I felt a stirring inside as I put my hand on Charlotte’s bare hip. She looked shy and innocent and vulnerable. These were not characteristics I normally associated with her, and I pushed the hair from her cheek so the boys could see. Our kisses were becoming longer and much more sensuous, and I let my hand drop to her breast and then down to her belly, more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I’d never been with a girl before, and doing this in front of Johnny and Ike made the moment 1,000 degrees hotter.

Our lips met and stayed together for a long time, both of us moaning as we sucked at each other, and then we were touching each other’s breasts.

“You taste good. No wonder Ike likes to fuck you so much,” she murmured.

That did it for me. I pushed her back and attacked her breasts, kneading them with both hands and licking the pretty nipples. They stiffened in seconds, and now I took them between my teeth, nibbling until she moaned. Our lips met again — I was already in love with her kisses, and stole more of them. She was salty and sweet at the same time, and I couldn’t wait to taste her intimately.

Moving my mouth down her body, I left a trail of kisses along her slick skin. She settled back on the tiled floor as I explored between her legs, breathing in her delicate scent and running my fingertips over the lips of her sex. The smell of her perfume had me in heat, and I leaned forward to kiss and lick at her pussy. Her scent was wild and sweet, like the rest of her, and I lapped her like a thirsty cat, becoming familiar with her every fold and petal. She was delicious, and my own pussy was soon aching for attention.

I sprang out of the tub and squatted over her face, and she plunged her tongue into me with a moan. I wiggled around on her, lost in the pleasure of her mouth, and then leaned forward to resume my ministrations on her pussy. Making love to her felt both natural and exciting. I heard and felt movement behind me, and then Johnny’s big cock slid into me. Just then Ike loomed in front of me, moving between Charlotte’s legs to slide his hard dick into her. Charlotte and I rubbed each other’s clits as the boys fucked us.

Ike came first, unloading right in Charlotte’s pussy, and I came as I licked his load from her. Then I leaned forward, sucking Charlotte’s clit hard. She came as Johnny shot off in my pussy. What a fabulous end to a sexy night!

Charlotte and I snuck out early on our last day to swim as the sun rose. We went out about fifty feet or so to lessen the chances of being seen, and clung together in the water, paddling our feet to stay afloat, kissing and touching each other until we both came. It was very dramatic to make love in the water as dawn broke on the beach, and we raced back upstairs before anyone else appeared onshore.

We didn’t want to wake the boys so we snuck back in, surprised to hear moaning from the far bedroom. Creeping to the crack in the door, we saw the guys sitting on the edge of the bed, touching each other. From the pearly smears on Johnny’s mouth, it was apparent that he’d just received a load from Ike, and we spied in silence as Ike knelt on the carpet in front of Johnny to play with his hard penis. Johnny moaned, and Ike took him into his mouth.

It was wicked fun to see Ike suck Johnny off, fondling his big balls as he moved his mouth up and down over the crown of Johnny’s cock. Johnny grunted and started shooting load in Ike’s mouth. Ike didn’t miss a drop, moaning loudly as he swallowed Johnny’s come. Charlotte and I kissed, palming each other’s breasts as we snuck back out, lest we embarrass the boys by interrupting their lovemaking.

We still see Johnny and Charlotte whenever we can, socially and carnally.