I watched from the corner of the party as my husband sweet-talked a woman in a wine-red dress.

He was really putting the moves on her, and I could tell his charm was working. How? Because she tossed her hair, batted her eyelashes, fondled her wine stem, threw back her head when she laughed. Her husband wasn’t paying any attention to the flirting that was happening almost right in front of him. He had other things on his mind. Other things like me.

See, Rod and I have an open marriage, and we’d gone to this party knowing that a couple we’d played with before was going to be in attendance. So this mating ritual was merely foreplay, the start of the evening’s erotic dance. I ought to have been paying more attention to Charlie, who was trying his best to keep up a conversation with me. But I find watching Rod so arousing when he goes after another woman, I didn’t need much more impetus than that.

When Stefanie stroked her fingertips along Rod’s muscular arm, I was done. I said to Charlie, “Let’s wrangle those two and get out of here. I need us to find more private quarters.” Charlie shot me a look and went to gather our mates.

The start is always heady for me. Anticipation is one of my favorite aphrodisiacs. I could guess how this night would end: Most likely with me astride Charlie’s hefty manhood and Stef on all fours in the living room, while Rod worked her pussy nice and deep. Some acrobatic version of that would play out. Right now, however, I could simply imagine how we might move together. How Stef could undress in the living room while the rest of us watched. Or maybe she and I would take off each other’s clothes. I was sure the men would appreciate a subtle, sensual striptease.

My pussy throbbed. I was so wet, you could have wrung out the juices on the sidewalk as we made our way to our cars.

“How do you want to do this?” Charlie asked when we were out on the street. Rod looked at me. I didn’t care. As long as we were in motion to our fucking destination, I was good.

“Why don’t you take Lora?” Rod suggested. “And Stef and I will go together.”

Oh, I’ll bet you will, I thought. You’ll go all the way in the backseat of the car before we even get to the house. Normally, that might not have bothered me. There are occasions when we split up, when Rod goes and does his thing with the wife, and I do mine with the husband. On a different occasion, with a different couple, I might have been more than willing to do separate but equal orgasms. But I wanted to watch tonight. I wanted to be there the whole time. So I got crafty.

I went to Stef and wrapped my hand in her long red hair and pulled her to me for a kiss. The type of kiss you can feel deep inside yourself. Or, in this case, the type of kiss that makes your husband and your lover for the night sport wood in a matter of seconds.

When we parted, I said, “Don’t take any detours. Don’t park in any back alleys. Meet us at our house in twenty minutes.” Then Rod and Stef got into our car and I left with Charlie in his.

The ride was deliciously eventful. Charlie told me that he treasured the previous time the four of us had gotten together. “It was one of our favorite times ever,” he confessed. “We think about that evening often, talk about it when we’re making love.”

“That was a fabulous night,” I agreed, remembering. The four of us had been friends for some time, but we hadn’t ever swung together. The truth was that Rod and I didn’t know Charlie and Stef had an open marriage. We’d considered them part of our vanilla circle. They were the ones to bring up the concept, Charlie pulling me aside in the kitchen and saying that he and Stef had a proposal for us, and that he didn’t want us to be shocked. More than that, they were worried that the revelation of their lifestyle might somehow damage our friendship.

It didn’t.

Rod and I were thrilled to discover another couple that liked to play the way we did. The sad part was that we only had that one night together before Charlie and Stef moved because of his job. We’d heard that they were back in town — that they were going to the same party we were — and now… now… Charlie put his hand on my thigh. I felt warmth traveling through me. Big blond Charlie was going to fuck me. I was going to suck his dick. Rod was going to fill his wife’s shaved snatch to the hilt. Oh, my beating heart, and oh my sopping panties. I couldn’t help myself. I told Charlie that he was turning me on more than I could handle.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.”

I arched up in the seat and slid my hands beneath the hem of my denim skirt. Then I dragged my underpants down my thighs and off. At a red light, I handed the sodden knickers to Charlie. He brought them to his face and breathed in deep.

“Like that night,” he said, and his voice was husky.

Oh that night. We had pulled out all the stops. Once they’d told us their desires, dinner was all but forgotten. I’d been so turned on when Charlie had taken off my underpants, holding them to his face for a second and telling me how good I smelled. We’d stripped and then gone at it in the dining room after moving aside the plates, Charlie bending me over the table, Rod taking the same position with Stef.

We girls had been facing each other, holding hands as the men reamed us. The connection was deeply powerful to me. After the men had gotten off, we’d moved into the living room, and Stef and I had 69ed while our husbands watched. The pleasure I’d gotten from her tongue had been otherworldly. It was dirty, I knew it, but I loved the taste of her come mingled with my husband’s salty seed.

“Rod took me in the perfect way, with me bouncing on his lap.”

Then we’d had sex with our own partners, but in the same room, which added an element of closeness to the event. Rod took me in the perfect way, with me bouncing on his lap facing away from him. In that position, I could watch Charlie and Stef as they fucked missionary-style on our floor.

The evening had culminated in the four of us relaxed together in the living room, all of us naked, eating dinner around the coffee table, sharing secret glances and electrical smiles as we discussed what we’d done.

Now, we were on our way to relive that wondrous night. Or, if not relive it, surpass it. Charlie said, “I love the way you smell.” I grinned and put my hand in his lap, fondling his cock through his gray slacks as he drove. He was bone-hard already. I couldn’t wait to taste him. But I forced myself to behave. We were only a few minutes from our house.

That’s when my cell rang. It was Stef, and she wanted to talk dirty.

“Rod’s driving,” she said. “And I’m sitting here with my feet up on your dash, legs splayed, panties off, playing with myself.”

I put her on speaker, so her husband could hear.

“How wet are you?” I asked.

“Let’s check,” she said. “I’m putting two fingers inside my pussy. I’m going to let Rod lick them clean and let you know. We’re at a red light.”

I realized then that we were pulling up directly behind my car. There was Stef. We could see through the rear window as she brought her hand to the driver. She added the verbal play-by-play. “Rod’s sucking my juices off my fingers.”

“Mmm.” That was Rod. “She’s so wet.”

The light went green, and we all moved toward our house. It was only a few more minutes before Rod pulled into the driveway and Charlie and I parked on the street. My heart was pounding so fast, and my pussy was dripping juices down my thighs. I didn’t care about anything at this point except sex. I wanted Charlie inside me, wanted to watch Rod fuck Stef, wanted everything and all at once!

We made it to the bedroom somehow. I would have thought we might just fuck outside on the front porch. But Rod was more aware of what we needed — our big California King bed. The four of us stripped naked as if there was a race. Stef pulled her sundress off, revealing her tanned, nude body in a flash. Rod and Charlie took a little longer, kicking off their shoes, working their belts. I was in a short skirt and a halter — and then I wasn’t.

For a sliver of time — just a whisper of a moment — we all stared at each other. The last time we’d been together had been a momentous evening. Could we beat our record? Could we top our orgasmic activities?

I fucking hoped so.

Charlie moved first. He took me in his arms and kissed me, and then everything started to move quickly. He positioned us so that we were in front of the mirror on our closet doors. He had me face my own reflection, my palms flat on the glass. I could look in my own eyes, or gaze at Charlie, or peer at the couple on the bed behind us because Rod and Stef were already in mid-fuck. They were doing it doggy-style on our mattress, Stef swinging her long red hair, Rod holding her tight around her hips. I sighed at that sensual vision, that X-rated movie in motion, and then I cried out as Charlie thrust his cock into me for the first time of the evening.

“Keep your eyes open,” he said. “Keep watching.”

I did what he told me. As he fucked me, I watched my husband screw Charlie’s wife. We were not physically connected, but I felt the bond between the four of us just the same. I know what it’s like to have Rod’s thick hard cock inside me. And I know what it feels like to have Stef’s pussy contract on my fingers. Every few seconds, I met Charlie’s eyes in the mirror, and a beautiful understanding passed between us. We were helping each other reach our limits. His cock hit all the right spots inside me. His handsome face, furrowed with concentration, turned me on even more. He was breathing hard, and so was I. Then suddenly the room was filled with the musical sounds of Stefanie coming.

I’d forgotten! How had I forgotten the melody of her climaxes? She was the loudest woman we’d ever played with. She started with a low moan that rose in intensity to a more frantic pitch.

“That’s my girl,” Charlie said proudly, and I could tell he was staring at her in the mirror, watching his wife climax boldly on my husband’s dick. Rod seemed to be trying his best to hold off until Stef was finished. But ultimately, he succumbed to the power of his pleasure, unable to wait another second.
We watched in the mirror as Rod pulled out and showered his spray on Stef’s lower back and nubile ass cheeks. Then I realized both Rod and Stef were staring back at us. It was our turn to put on a show. Charlie had been fucking me steadily throughout this whole time. With the added pressure of the audience, he decided he was ready to really ratchet up the raunch.

“As he fucked me, i watched my husband screw Charlie’s wife.”

With a nod of his head, he motioned for Stef to come join us. She hurried off the bed and came to stand at his side. I could see Rod reclining, watching from the mattress, still obviously enjoying his happy halo of recent erotic bliss.

Charlie smiled at his wife, and then she joined me, side by side, facing the mirror. He moved suddenly, and I felt him withdrawing from my pussy. Then Stef groaned, and I realized he was fucking her. I was empty and open then. I met my husband’s eyes in the mirror, and I noted that his hard-on was rapidly renewing. Catching the gleam in my eye, he came to stand behind me. Then he was fucking me while Charlie did Stef. For a few moments, we were connected in our normal Mr.-and-Mrs. styles. Then Charlie and Rod shared a look — and the men swapped positions. Now I had Charlie again, his dick went from Stef’s sweet honey pot to mine. How dirty was that? And Rod was doing his manliest to take Stef to a higher level.

The four of us kept pounding and grinding, switching and swapping, until we went off one after the other: first Charlie with a bellow, filling me up inside, then Rod right after, doing the same for Stef. I reached over and rubbed my fingertips along her cleft. She came third, in her standard vocal style.

That left me, the last hurrah — and I made the most of my orgasm. I shut my eyes, bit my lip, and shivered all over with the heightened sense of total euphoria.

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