Two couples push their limits and discover their lust has no bounds.

What’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever done?” Ray asked me while we were getting dressed.

“You mean today?” I teased, thinking about the sex we’d had in the shower an hour earlier. Turning with him under the hot spray had been steamy — pun intended. He’d soaped me all over, rinsed me off with the massage spray, and then fucked me until I came like a powerhouse. My whole body trembled with the intensity of my release. I’d climaxed twice under his masterful manipulations, and I still felt relaxed and loose-limbed, the pleasure swimming through my veins.

“Sexiest thing of all time,” he insisted. Then he cradled my face in his hand and looked straight into my eyes, as if hoping to make sure I’d understand. “Not you and me with the shower wand. Not us in the hot tub. But out of anything you’ve ever done. With any man.”

Oh… so we were going to have this conversation. I’d been wondering when it would come up. Ray and I had been dating for almost a year. We’d told each other some of our most intimate secrets, but not all. He seemed to enjoy slowly uncovering these gems for himself, appreciating the way in which I’d tell him the story. Like the time I’d had a one-night stand with a pilot during a layover in Texas, and the time I’d kissed a chef when what I’d meant to do was send back my meal.

“Sexiest… ” I repeated, mostly to give myself time.

“You know… ” He moved behind me, zipped me into my figure-hugging black dress, and then nipped the back of my neck in that hot way he does, so that I felt a wicked shiver rush through me. I caught a glimpse of our reflections in the mirror over my vanity. Ray’s thick black hair was combed off his forehead. His face was cleanly shaven, still slightly pink from the heat of the shower. My blonde hair was up in a high ponytail, and I’d chosen a dramatic dark red lipstick, unlike the usual pale pink I wore daily. This close, I could breathe in the subtle cologne he’d put on, but the scent was so light I wouldn’t have been able to smell it at all if he hadn’t been rubbing up against me.

What time was it? Did we have a moment to spare for a quickie?

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. Our guests were due to arrive in minutes.

“I let myself cruise on the way it felt to be fucked in my bed by a different guy.”

“The sexiest, sluttiest, dirtiest time,” Ray continued. I could tell his cock was hard once again, and I saw him glance at the clock, too. Did we dare? Could we? Not if we were going to greet our guests wearing clothes. I pulled away from him. I didn’t want to entertain Tonya and William looking totally disheveled. The fucking would have to wait until after dinner.

But Ray kept pressing. “Really, baby. What’s the wildest time you’ve ever had? Don’t hold back. I want to know.”

“I’ll have to think about that,” I fibbed. I didn’t have to think for a second. I knew my wildest time, and I relived it often in my mind when I was searching for a fantasy to arouse myself. That night had happened in Paris…

The tinkling sound of our front bell lilted into the room, and Ray winked at me. “Saved by the doorbell,” he wisecracked. “You’ll have to tell me later.”

He went off to let in our guests. I gave myself a final once-over in the mirror and slicked another layer of lipstick on my pout. Later. Yeah. But how much later?

I smoothed my hands down my dress, turned off the overhead light, and hurried down the stairs. William and Tonya were my favorite of Ray’s friends. I’d been looking forward to this evening all week. Now, I wondered if I might change the course of the night, give the wheel a hard pull to a road — or a bed — less traveled.

Dinner was delightful from the appetizers onward. We all got along so well together, as if we’d known each other for years. William and Ray worked together. Will was the kind of guy who put you instantly at ease. A good ten years younger than my husband, Will was nearly six-foot-four, barrel-chested and tough, but he had a warm smile that softened his he-man attitude. Tonya was a fresh-faced vixen, clearly built for sex — with long, racehorse legs and a tight, naughty body. She was a personal trainer who’d met William at the gym. She might have been intimidating if she hadn’t been so funny. I’d learned that if there was a dirty joke to be told, Tonya would tell it.

Conversation and silly banter came naturally, but the whole time, I kept feeling Ray’s bright gray eyes on me. He was thinking about what we’d started upstairs. So was I.

Why wait? I decided.

Over our second glasses of wine, I found myself telling the story of my one and only foursome. At first, I couldn’t believe I was sharing the words. It was as if the pinot had unlocked some part of my brain and my tongue was helpless. I simply had to continue. “We’d met these business students at an art gallery,” I said. “Shelly and I. We were on our own. Neither one of us had boyfriends. We weren’t looking for anything… ”

“But you found it.” That was Ray, who seemed astonished I was talking about sex at the dinner table. I’d always been fairly shy with his friends. But this evening I was pushing against that. I was changing everything.

“I guess that’s when you find the best things,” I responded. “When you’re not looking.” I thought of that night in the tiny gallery on the Seine. Shelly had spoken French far better than I did, and she’d accepted the invitation to dinner from these handsome younger guys. I’d stumbled through the meal, recalling what I could of my two years of college French, but mostly staring into the blue eyes of the boy I’d decided was mine.

On a tight budget, Shelly and I were sharing one hotel room. The two students lived in a small apartment. We’d gone to our place in a noisy, little arrondissement, and the four of us ended up in bed. That episode was the most erotically charged night of my life — nothing had topped it before — and there had been nothing like it since.

“My pussy was stretched wide to accommodate William’s girth. It was thrilling.”

Ray seemed mesmerized by my words. So did William and Tonya. William looked at Ray. “You’ve got a firecracker here, don’t you?”

Tonya stared at me. I knew that she could kill the mood in a heartbeat if she wanted to. She could switch the conversation, say it was getting so late, ask for a cup of coffee. Anything. She surprised me. She reached over the table, put one hand on top of mine and said, “I’ve never done anything like that.”

I was a little shocked. We’d been out with William and Tonya on a regular basis, and I was sure she was someone who’d have tasted every last dessert item on the sexual menu. “I’ve always wanted to,” she said intently, and I felt the heat coming off her. “But I never had the opportunity.”

William cleared his throat. I imagined his cock was hard in his slacks. The room seemed magical right then, with the soft light of twisted ivory candles and low sounds from the stereo creating the perfect ambience. We were on the cusp of something magical and intense.

“What happened exactly?” Ray asked. “With those French guys?”

What had happened was that they’d taken turns. First, one had me, while the other took Shelly, and then we swapped. I hadn’t even imagined things could be so dirty in bed. Up until then, I’d only been with by-the-book type guys. I’d done oral. I’d tried anal. But nothing even remotely kinky. After we’d each fucked one another, one of the French boys had suggested something daring. Shelly had translated for me. “He wants to blindfold us, and then we guess.”

“Guess?” I’d whispered to her.

“Who’s fucking who.”

I looked from one of the men to the other. I knew their names. I could sense their different lovemaking styles already. The blond liked to go slow. The redhead was more of a speed demon. Both had gotten me off. I told Shelly I was game, and she rummaged through her suitcase to find two scarves, coming up with a red one and a blue. Then we’d played along, trying to match the cock with the man. It hadn’t mattered if we were right or wrong. That hadn’t been the point of the game, but I remember feeling pleased when I’d shouted “Henri!” and was rewarded with “Oui!”

I was quiet for a moment, and then I realized everyone was quiet. The three other people in the room were staring at me openly. “That was the first time I was ever blindfolded,” I told my dining partners, finishing my story and waiting to see what would happen next. Ray looked as if he might spontaneously combust.

“How have you kept this from me?” he asked. He didn’t seem upset, simply curious.

I shrugged. I could have said the topic simply never came up. But it was more than that. I trusted him now. And I was interested in seeing how far we could take the evening, how far we might go. The four of us. Tonya tilted her head toward me. “I want to try that,” she said. Her voice had gone husky. “I want to know what that would feel like.”

“Have you ever?” William asked her.

It was a night of confessions, a night of coming clean. She shook her head. “I’ve closed my eyes when a man told me to. But I’ve never been blindfolded before.”

I think Ray was the one to say that I owned a collection of vintage scarves. I think I was the one to snuff the candles. I slipped out of my heels and led the way to the bedroom. There wasn’t any talking as we walked up the stairs. I believe we were all sort of shocked into silence about what we were going to do.

That was how we found ourselves in the bedroom, with a pair of scarves employed as makeshift blindfolds. Tonya and I both stripped down and lay side by side on the mattress, with our eyes masked by silk. I was so aroused; I felt as if I might be shooting silver sparks around me, flares of erotic electricity. I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and held her hand. She squeezed mine back, tightly.

“What now?” she asked.

“Well,” I said, “they strip, too, and then we have sex and try to guess… ” I hesitated, wondering exactly how specific — or at least how explicit — I needed to be.

“Who is who?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll know,” she said confidently. “I know the way William feels inside me.”

“Maybe they won’t start like that,” I said, and that’s when they did start. I felt lips against the basin of my belly. Was it my man? Or was it hers? I had no idea who was kissing me, who was tracing his tongue around the butterfly tattoo that lives on the outside of my right hip, and I also didn’t know what was going on with Tonya and her partner. But I could tell whatever was happening had turned her on, because her grip tightened on my hand and she started to sigh.

I tried to imagine what the room looked like. We were two blindfolded women in a bed. The men must have been gesturing to each other silently so as not to give away which man was which. That’s when I felt a cock nudging my pussy lips apart. Was it William’s dick or Ray’s? That’s also when I realized I didn’t care. I ought to have cared. This was a guessing game, after all.

Or was it?

The point might not have been to figure out who was fucking whom. The point might have been to let go, to flow and float on the current of pleasure building within me. Because I really no longer gave a lick about whether it was Ray or William. All I cared about was the cock in my cunt and the way that solid muscle felt within me. I groaned and twisted on the mattress.

A deep voice whispered, “Look at you.”

That was Ray. He always sounds extra sexy when we fuck. But was he talking from above me or right next to me? Was he the man in me? Or was he fucking Tonya at my side but watching the emotions flicker across my face? All right then — what if he had been talking to Tonya instead of me? My mind whirred like this for a moment, and then I was suddenly pulled from my thoughts, because my lover had decided it was time for a new position. I found myself on my hands and knees. I guessed I was facing the headboard. I was instructed to hold on, and I reached out a hand and wrapped my fingers around the brass railing.

Then I was filled once more. It was a different sensation than before. But was that because I was in a new position? Or had the men swapped sides? I guessed the latter. I took a chance and ran my hand between my legs, so that I could tug on the balls of my current lover.

Was it bad that I wasn’t 100% sure… or was the wonder actually amping up my excitement? A small part of me refuted the mystery. “You know,” my brain chided me. “That’s not Ray inside you. Ray’s cock is thinner, but a little longer. This is William. His dick is different. Nice and fat. And you can’t smell Ray’s cologne. If he was this close to you, you’d smell the spice of his aftershave.”

I let myself cruise on the way it felt to be fucked in my bed by a different guy, right next to a woman who was being well cared for by my own man. How did I know she was pleased? Her sighs had grown in volume as the fucking had progressed. If Ray was treating her the way he does me, then Tonya was definitely in for a wickedly wonderful ride. I heard her cry, “Oh! Oh, yes!” and I guessed she was coming. I didn’t spend too much time thinking about that, however, because I found myself teetering on the verge in seconds. Being filled so fully was intense. My pussy was stretched wide to accommodate William’s girth. It was a thrilling sensation, this widening of my orifice. I’d never considered what it might feel like to be fucked by a really thick cock. When William added a new trick, tapping lightly on my clit in time with his thrusts, I whispered that I was coming.

I uttered the words as it happened. No warning. Just me exploding in a haze of lust and fire. My partner came next, filling me with a grunt and extending my own mystical orgasm with the way he pounded out his personal pleasure.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” a deep voice said. It was Ray. I knew it was Ray. But he wasn’t the one in me. I asked of the blindfold, “Can I take this off?” I needed to be free, needed to be me once more.

The scarf was pulled from my eyes, and William moved back to give me some room, but instead of ending the evening’s entertainment, that’s when things got even more interesting. Tonya and I were both without our blindfolds. William’s dick was shiny with my love juice. Ray’s was wet with Tonya’s. The two men stared at us, and we stared back.

It was as if we were all having the same thought at the same time. Tonya queried, “What do you think?”

“I’m game if they are,” I said.

The boys took their places on the mattress. The only thing different for them? They didn’t hold hands like me and Tonya. Maybe that would come after. Maybe one day, Tonya would wear a strap-on and fuck Ray while I did the same to William, and the men would grip one another’s hands for moral support. But not that night. I put the blindfold on William, while Tonya did the same to Ray. Then, in a fit of total glee, I kissed her. She hadn’t seen that coming — and truthfully, neither had I. The boys could hear us kissing across them. I felt William’s hand rest on my back. He started to stroke me, then to rub my butt. I motioned to Tonya. She maneuvered a little bit, and in seconds, she was sitting on Ray’s face while I took a similar position on William’s. We let the men tongue us in tandem while we continued to make out.

Tonya got off first. I wondered if Ray had considered this a race of some sort. My man is nothing less than spectacular with his talented tongue. Somehow the combination of watching her get off and feeling William’s tongue on my own clit worked in tandem to take me to my limits once more. I came like a wild thing, and I could not get over the fact that only an hour before, we’d been sipping from our glasses of wine and casually bantering in that way that couples do. A little light flirting, sure. Every once in a while a double entendre. But none of us considering that something like an orgy could ever be on the agenda.

I recalled that night long ago in Paris with my Shelly. We’d had such a fierce time during that all-night fling. But this was different. Not merely exciting because we were breaking down barriers, but thrilling because I felt deep within myself that this was the start of something new, something big and different. Whenever we went out with them in the future, we’d undoubtedly end up right back here. How could we not? We now knew what we were capable of, how incredible we could make each other feel. There was no way we’d ever go back to being just friends again.

I ground my golden snatch against William’s hungry mouth, and he flicked his tongue to scoop out all my honey. That’s when I realized the sexiest, sultriest, sluttiest thing I’d ever do… was undoubtedly still in my future.

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