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Summer had arrived and with it the question of where to go on our vacation. My husband, an avid fisherman, wanted to test his new rod at a lake a fellow enthusiast had told him was loaded with trout. I had in mind a lovely, lazy week at the seashore working on my tan.

“What am I going to do the whole time you’re fishing?” I wanted to know. “I’ll be bored silly.”

“And I’ll go crazy if I have to spend more than a day at the shore,” Bobby countered.

What to do? Taking separate vacations was a solution, but one neither of us liked. We were still going at it a week before we were scheduled to start our vacations, and then Bobby came home with a sly grin on his face and what he said was the answer to our problem.

“Kenny and Lucy would like to go with us,” he informed me over dinner.

“Go where?” I asked suspiciously. “To the mountains. Fishing. With Lucy for company, you won’t be bored, babe. And of course there’s Kenny…” My husband let his voice trail off as he watched a blush come to my cheeks.

Kenny. He was my husband’s best friend — and my fantasy lover. Bobby knew of my intense attraction to Kenny and didn’t mind at all. In fact, he often used it to his advantage, getting me all worked up in bed by describing the deliciously naughty things Kenny would do to me if ever we got together. I often wondered if my husband actually wanted to see me with his best friend, until the night he confessed to harboring a lust for Lucy and wondered aloud if we should pursue our passions. “I mean, together — you know, the four of us in the same room,” he explained. “It could be really special, babe.”

“… This could be our opportunity,” Bobby was saying now. “The four of us up there in that isolated God, I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

I was too. All of a sudden, a week in the mountains didn’t sound bad at all. And rather than being jealous, I found myself savoring the thought of my husband with Lucy, fucking her good, just as he got a thrill from imagining me with Kenny. That night Bobby and I had really great sex, and a week later, we set off with Kenny and Lucy for the mountains.

The setting, I had to admit, was lovely. Our cabin was nestled among stately pines and within walking distance of a crystal-clear lake. With fishing — and, I’m sure, fucking — on his mind, Bobby set off with Kenny for the boat-rental shop as soon as we were all settled in. Lucy and I, having exchanged our shirts and jeans for halters and shorts, settled into chairs on the deck that went all around the comfortable two-bedroom cabin.

Lucy and I are similar in height and build, but whereas I’m blonde and blue-eyed, she’s a brown-eyed brunette. Where we differ the most, I suppose, is in personality. Lucy is a bubbly extrovert, quick to laugh and seldom at a loss for words. I’m quieter, more reserved. As we chatted there on the deck, I wondered if she knew of my husband’s lust for her and of mine for her husband. Was she hot for Bobby? Did Kenny want me as much as I wanted him? Little did I know that all my questions would be answered that very night.

Sometime later, the men returned, smiling but with not a fish between them. Lucy kidded the men about their lack of success, saying that it was a good thing I had brought along some steaks just in case. “I guess our minds were on other things, right, Bobby?” Kenny said. “Yeah, right,” my husband agreed. Both men were smiling, Bobby at Lucy and Kenny at me. I could feel my face coloring, as I could guess at what they had talked about on the boat.

That evening, Kenny and Bobby set up the grill on the deck and cooked the steaks, which we washed down with beer. Our talk and laughter were spiced with flirtation that grew bolder as the hour grew later. Lucy and I hadn’t said a word to each other about switching husbands, but it was obvious that at some time or other, Kenny had discussed the possibility with her. And she seemed the most eager of all of us to get started.

Finally, with an exaggerated yawn, Lucy announced that she was going to bed. “Tuck me in, Bobby?” she asked playfully.

Grinning, Bobby pushed himself up out of his folding chair. As he passed me, he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear, “This is it, babe. Enjoy.” I watched him disappear inside the cabin with Lucy and then turned my attention to Kenny. More precisely, to the fat bulge in his white shorts.

“What do you say, Julie?” My fantasy lover was rubbing his bulge with a lewd smile on his face, daring me to voice my lust for him. “I say ‘fuck me, Kenny’.” Kenny rose slowly from his chair and moved toward me. A moment later I was on my feet and kissing him hotly, sliding against the bulge in his shorts. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he snaked a hand down between us and cupped my crotch, squeezing hotly. I moaned into his mouth as he started rubbing me down there, and I kissed him hot and hard on his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back a bit and took hold of my breasts, squeezing them through my halter. I reached down and grabbed his cock, my head spinning with the thought of it in my mouth, in my pussy. I started to sink to my knees, but he stopped me. “No, inside. Let’s get comfortable.”

Happy with desire, I let Kenny lead me into the cabin, where we were greeted by a long, loud sigh from Lucy. We moved to one of the two small bedrooms and peeked inside. Lucy was sprawled on the bed, her hips in constant motion and her head lolling on the pillow as Bobby feasted between her legs. I recalled the many times I had been in Lucy’s place, relishing the feel of my husband’s marvelous tongue on my pussy. “C’mon, the other bedroom,” Kenny urged, tugging on my arm.

“No, in here,” I said.

Kenny started saying something about the bed being too small for two couples, but I silenced him by again grabbing for his cock. “I can’t wait to have this in my mouth,” I said excitedly. Minutes later, Kenny was lying naked on the furry throw rug next to the bed and I, also naked, was kneeling over him, my head bobbing and weaving as I alternately licked and sucked his cock with passion.

Kenny’s cock tasted every bit as good as I had imagined it would, and I gobbled it hungrily. From my position on the floor, I wasn’t able to see my husband and Lucy, but it was clear from Lucy’s moans that Bobby was still pleasuring her orally. I was swabbing Kenny’s balls, sucking them into my mouth, when I heard Lucy suddenly cry out, “Get inside me now, please.” Bobby wasted no time complying with her request, the bed-springs squeaking as he maneuvered into position. This I had to see.

I lifted my head, letting Kenny’s cock slide wetly out of my mouth, and watched my husband put Lucy’s legs on his shoulders and then disappear inside her. Lucy moaned at the penetration and then started urging my husband to fuck her good. Kenny said something, but I didn’t hear him, so engrossed was I in watching my husband fuck another woman. The next thing I knew, Kenny was urging me onto my hands and knees and pointing my face toward the bed. “Now you can watch and feel at the same time, baby,” he growled.

A groan sailed up from my throat when Kenny put himself into me from behind. With his hands clamped onto my hips, he started working his cock in and out of my pussy. I couldn’t remember ever being so hot, so ready to be fucked for a long time. I could see my husband fucking Lucy, nice and long and deep, and at the same time feel the wonderful fullness of Kenny’s cock as. it churned in my pussy. It was marvelous.

At one point my husband glanced over at me, and I saw the pleasure etched on his handsome face. A moment later, he told Lucy he wanted to do it doggy-style. Without hesitation, Lucy got into position, wiggling her bottom in lewd invitation and then, seconds later, groaning happily when Bobby’s hard cock plunged back inside her snug and juicy pussy.

All four of us came within the next few minutes. My fingers dug into the furry rug and my whole body shuddered as I came. As Kenny came, spilling his seed in my pussy, I looked up and through blurry eyes saw Bobby come, the intensity of his orgasm bringing a loving expression to his face. He fell over onto Lucy’s back, flattening her on the bed. He kept thrusting until Lucy, moaning into the pillow, exploded in her own orgasm.

A few minutes later, Kenny picked me up and carried me over to a large wooden armchair. He sat down with me in his lap and we both looked over at Lucy and Bobby, who were sitting up in bed and lazily fondling each other.

“Everybody all right?” Kenny asked. I knew that this was his way of asking if anybody had any regrets. I, for one, had none, and both Kenny and I chuckled when first Bobby and then Lucy gave us the thumbs-up sign.

Bobby and I switched mates with Kenny and Lucy twice more that week, the last time on the eve of our departure. Relaxed and very comfortable now with our group-sex situation, we pulled out all the stops and screwed ourselves into a state of happy exhaustion. I even let Kenny do me with a dildo, which is something I’m not really used to. But I derived wicked pleasure from it that night, no doubt because while Kenny was rooting in my pulsating pussy, my husband was fucking Lucy’s cunt just a few feet away.

Returning home, Bobby and I agreed that it had been our very best vacation ever. And we knew that never again would we argue about where to spend our vacation — not as long as we spent it with Kenny and Lucy.

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It's No Fluke

Summer had arrived and with it the question of where to go on our vacation. My husband, an avid fisherman, wanted to test his new rod at a lake a fellow enthusiast had told him was loaded with trout. I had in mind a lovely, lazy week at the seashore working on my tan.

“What am I going to do the whole time you’re fishing?” I wanted to know. “I’ll be bored silly.”

“And I’ll go crazy if I have to spend more than a day at the shore,” Bobby countered.

What to do? Taking separate vacations was a solution, but one neither of us liked. We were still going at it a week before we were scheduled to start our vacations, and then Bobby came home with a sly grin on his face and what he said was the answer to our problem.

“Kenny and Lucy would like to go with us,” he informed me over dinner.

“Go where?” I asked suspiciously. “To the mountains. Fishing. With Lucy for company, you won’t be bored, babe. And of course there’s Kenny…” My husband let his voice trail off as he watched a blush come to my cheeks.

Kenny. He was my husband’s best friend — and my fantasy lover. Bobby knew of my intense attraction to Kenny and didn’t mind at all. In fact, he often used it to his advantage, getting me all worked up in bed by describing the deliciously naughty things Kenny would do to me if ever we got together. I often wondered if my husband actually wanted to see me with his best friend, until the night he confessed to harboring a lust for Lucy and wondered aloud if we should pursue our passions. “I mean, together — you know, the four of us in the same room,” he explained. “It could be really special, babe.”

“… This could be our opportunity,” Bobby was saying now. “The four of us up there in that isolated God, I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

I was too. All of a sudden, a week in the mountains didn’t sound bad at all. And rather than being jealous, I found myself savoring the thought of my husband with Lucy, fucking her good, just as he got a thrill from imagining me with Kenny. That night Bobby and I had really great sex, and a week later, we set off with Kenny and Lucy for the mountains.

The setting, I had to admit, was lovely. Our cabin was nestled among stately pines and within walking distance of a crystal-clear lake. With fishing — and, I’m sure, fucking — on his mind, Bobby set off with Kenny for the boat-rental shop as soon as we were all settled in. Lucy and I, having exchanged our shirts and jeans for halters and shorts, settled into chairs on the deck that went all around the comfortable two-bedroom cabin.

Lucy and I are similar in height and build, but whereas I’m blonde and blue-eyed, she’s a brown-eyed brunette. Where we differ the most, I suppose, is in personality. Lucy is a bubbly extrovert, quick to laugh and seldom at a loss for words. I’m quieter, more reserved. As we chatted there on the deck, I wondered if she knew of my husband’s lust for her and of mine for her husband. Was she hot for Bobby? Did Kenny want me as much as I wanted him? Little did I know that all my questions would be answered that very night.

Sometime later, the men returned, smiling but with not a fish between them. Lucy kidded the men about their lack of success, saying that it was a good thing I had brought along some steaks just in case. “I guess our minds were on other things, right, Bobby?” Kenny said. “Yeah, right,” my husband agreed. Both men were smiling, Bobby at Lucy and Kenny at me. I could feel my face coloring, as I could guess at what they had talked about on the boat.

That evening, Kenny and Bobby set up the grill on the deck and cooked the steaks, which we washed down with beer. Our talk and laughter were spiced with flirtation that grew bolder as the hour grew later. Lucy and I hadn’t said a word to each other about switching husbands, but it was obvious that at some time or other, Kenny had discussed the possibility with her. And she seemed the most eager of all of us to get started.

Finally, with an exaggerated yawn, Lucy announced that she was going to bed. “Tuck me in, Bobby?” she asked playfully.

Grinning, Bobby pushed himself up out of his folding chair. As he passed me, he leaned over and kissed my cheek. Then he whispered in my ear, “This is it, babe. Enjoy.” I watched him disappear inside the cabin with Lucy and then turned my attention to Kenny. More precisely, to the fat bulge in his white shorts.

“What do you say, Julie?” My fantasy lover was rubbing his bulge with a lewd smile on his face, daring me to voice my lust for him. “I say ‘fuck me, Kenny’.” Kenny rose slowly from his chair and moved toward me. A moment later I was on my feet and kissing him hotly, sliding against the bulge in his shorts. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he snaked a hand down between us and cupped my crotch, squeezing hotly. I moaned into his mouth as he started rubbing me down there, and I kissed him hot and hard on his mouth. Breaking the kiss, he stepped back a bit and took hold of my breasts, squeezing them through my halter. I reached down and grabbed his cock, my head spinning with the thought of it in my mouth, in my pussy. I started to sink to my knees, but he stopped me. “No, inside. Let’s get comfortable.”

Happy with desire, I let Kenny lead me into the cabin, where we were greeted by a long, loud sigh from Lucy. We moved to one of the two small bedrooms and peeked inside. Lucy was sprawled on the bed, her hips in constant motion and her head lolling on the pillow as Bobby feasted between her legs. I recalled the many times I had been in Lucy’s place, relishing the feel of my husband’s marvelous tongue on my pussy. “C’mon, the other bedroom,” Kenny urged, tugging on my arm.

“No, in here,” I said.

Kenny started saying something about the bed being too small for two couples, but I silenced him by again grabbing for his cock. “I can’t wait to have this in my mouth,” I said excitedly. Minutes later, Kenny was lying naked on the furry throw rug next to the bed and I, also naked, was kneeling over him, my head bobbing and weaving as I alternately licked and sucked his cock with passion.

Kenny’s cock tasted every bit as good as I had imagined it would, and I gobbled it hungrily. From my position on the floor, I wasn’t able to see my husband and Lucy, but it was clear from Lucy’s moans that Bobby was still pleasuring her orally. I was swabbing Kenny’s balls, sucking them into my mouth, when I heard Lucy suddenly cry out, “Get inside me now, please.” Bobby wasted no time complying with her request, the bed-springs squeaking as he maneuvered into position. This I had to see.

I lifted my head, letting Kenny’s cock slide wetly out of my mouth, and watched my husband put Lucy’s legs on his shoulders and then disappear inside her. Lucy moaned at the penetration and then started urging my husband to fuck her good. Kenny said something, but I didn’t hear him, so engrossed was I in watching my husband fuck another woman. The next thing I knew, Kenny was urging me onto my hands and knees and pointing my face toward the bed. “Now you can watch and feel at the same time, baby,” he growled.

A groan sailed up from my throat when Kenny put himself into me from behind. With his hands clamped onto my hips, he started working his cock in and out of my pussy. I couldn’t remember ever being so hot, so ready to be fucked for a long time. I could see my husband fucking Lucy, nice and long and deep, and at the same time feel the wonderful fullness of Kenny’s cock as. it churned in my pussy. It was marvelous.

At one point my husband glanced over at me, and I saw the pleasure etched on his handsome face. A moment later, he told Lucy he wanted to do it doggy-style. Without hesitation, Lucy got into position, wiggling her bottom in lewd invitation and then, seconds later, groaning happily when Bobby’s hard cock plunged back inside her snug and juicy pussy.

All four of us came within the next few minutes. My fingers dug into the furry rug and my whole body shuddered as I came. As Kenny came, spilling his seed in my pussy, I looked up and through blurry eyes saw Bobby come, the intensity of his orgasm bringing a loving expression to his face. He fell over onto Lucy’s back, flattening her on the bed. He kept thrusting until Lucy, moaning into the pillow, exploded in her own orgasm.

A few minutes later, Kenny picked me up and carried me over to a large wooden armchair. He sat down with me in his lap and we both looked over at Lucy and Bobby, who were sitting up in bed and lazily fondling each other.

“Everybody all right?” Kenny asked. I knew that this was his way of asking if anybody had any regrets. I, for one, had none, and both Kenny and I chuckled when first Bobby and then Lucy gave us the thumbs-up sign.

Bobby and I switched mates with Kenny and Lucy twice more that week, the last time on the eve of our departure. Relaxed and very comfortable now with our group-sex situation, we pulled out all the stops and screwed ourselves into a state of happy exhaustion. I even let Kenny do me with a dildo, which is something I’m not really used to. But I derived wicked pleasure from it that night, no doubt because while Kenny was rooting in my pulsating pussy, my husband was fucking Lucy’s cunt just a few feet away.

Returning home, Bobby and I agreed that it had been our very best vacation ever. And we knew that never again would we argue about where to spend our vacation — not as long as we spent it with Kenny and Lucy.

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