Major adjustments to the realities when one watches with great arousal while another man fucks his wife and while she watches him suck cock.
Hello again, I’m Bob, Ann’s husband. I have been giving a great deal of thought lately regarding the relationships that have prevailed for quite some time between Doug, Kathy, Steve, Megan, Ann, and myself. As I reminisce among the memories, I’m calling to mind some of the details of the various encounters, and once again find myself drawn to a compelling need to offer some words to my readers regarding the psyche that came into play during those times.
I’d really be remiss if I choose to ignore that part of the story. Make no mistake, one will have to reconcile themselves to whatever their beliefs are regarding a presumed exclusive right to their mate’s body. For example, what made it okay the first time I saw Ann lick Doug’s dick from top to bottom, lick the crown of his cock with as much passion as she’d ever done with me, then take as much of it in her mouth as she could fit and suck him until he shot a load of cum all over us? Do you get the picture?
Here’s a few things that might pop into one’s mind all at the same time: Why is it suddenly okay for my wife, Ann to:
1) Lick another man’s dick from top to bottom?
2) Suck his cock passionately?
3) Shriek with joy as his cum flies out of his dick?
4) Me watching with pleasure while Doug drove his cock deep into her pussy?
5) And she is squatting down over Doug’s cock, sliding up and down until he exploded his cum into her. Is that okay with me?
6) It’s suddenly acceptable that, Steve, initially being almost a stranger, becoming intimate with my wife?
7) And now he’s fucking her while his wife drags her sopping wet pussy all over her face?
How about that my wife has shown her face buried in the pussy of other women? Or, how is it that my cock is so hard and so aroused that I feel like I will cum even if I don’t even touch it, simply for just having watched my wife’s pleasure?
The psyche really kicks in contemplating all those questions, seeking to reconcile all the feelings and beliefs against some preconceived sense of personal morals and what was believed to be firm commitment in a marriage? Are you with me so far?
Rationalization will not produce the joy and satisfaction that we all desired, that much I can tell you for sure. So what makes it all work? For us, I would submit that the prevailing love and caring for each other. Also, Doug and Kathy having evolved from a long-term companionship and by extension of those in whom we had implicit trust, because of their friendship with the Phillips.
I’ve often ask myself, why I believe it to be so compelling? Why I even take the time to offer these observations? To make myself feel better? Not in the least. Offering explanations of how it was that the human psyche played such a dominant role be of any particular importance? Is it important to offer explanations of the role human psyche played in such a pivotal experience? I think it is because I had to deal with the reality of it all. I faced watching my wife, Ann, suck cock and be fucked by two men at the same time, knowing full well how much both she and I enjoyed the whole experience. Most importantly, I think, is the knowing that I had enjoyed watching as much as she had enjoyed seeing me watch. Doug has told me that he has watched me screw Kathy at the same time that Steve had his cock in her mouth and he felt the same way.
Allowing our mutual bisexual natures to be set free was certainly a major part of our now frequent sex encounters, but always confined to those with whom we’d developed a great deal of love and care—that was key—We were not promiscuous by nature, we were bisexual by nature.
So, with all of that now out of the way, let me tell you about our vacations together down in Cambria, a small town on the California coast, a short distance south of the famous Hearst Castle in San Simeon.
You’ve presumably heard of the Oktoberfest held every year in Germany, well, we decided to call our vacation in Cambria our annual CambriaFuckFest. We managed to rent a four-bedroom house fairly close to the beach. Two of the rooms were master suites, each furnished with huge California King Beds, the other two simple guest rooms, each containing queen beds. The whole arrangement, I’ve always presumed, to be specifically intended to be used as dual-family vacation accommodations. The major feature for us, besides the two master suites, was the large sun deck that was completely private with wind-breaks and plenty of lounge facilities. Like the whole arrangement was made for folks like us.
Doug, Kathy, Ann, and I rented that house for two weeks each year, three years in a row. The first year, Megan and Steve came down, but only for the first of the two weekends that we were there. Steve had some important business pending that involved one of the major Veterinarian hospitals, in New York I think, so he and Megan couldn’t stay the whole time. By the time the second year rolled around, the Phillips had already moved to Florida, where Megan still lives to this day, as does Kathy, but I’ll get to that later.
I’m not sure I can completely and accurately remember all of the fun we had, but I can certainly describe some of it in enough detail for you to get the picture.
We were in the last two weeks of August and the weather was fantastic. Warm sun with temperatures in the mid-70s most of the day. Of course, with the privacy of the secluded sundeck, nudity was the code of the day. I do remember thinking, “How much fucking, sucking, and pussy eating can we possibly do in a day?” We had all asked the same question when the vacation idea and plans had started to fall into place. Anyway, where sex was concerned, we would invent some fun games where the winner would get to dictate what form their pleasures were to unfold.
Since we all had been bridge players over the years, it seemed a natural choice as one way to choose winners and losers; therefore, with that arrangement, the winner of the game would be a team of two.
I do recall once that Ann and I were the winners and Ann decided she wanted Kathy’s already-soaked pussy rubbing against her face while Doug fucked her lavishly, with me jacking off a load of sperm all over her tits. I don’t know if my jacking off heightened Doug’s level of arousal, but I do remember him moaning loudly as he shot a load of seed deep into Ann. I followed soon after and Ann then asked Doug to lick my semen off her boobs while I went down on her pussy to suck Doug’s spunk out of her vagina. I remember thinking that Doug licking my cum off of Ann’s breast was gross, but oddly enough, when Doug and Kathy were the winners, they stipulated the same arrangement and it was I that ended up licking Doug’s goo off of Kathy’s rack. I think it was the tits that made the difference.
Many times during the course of the day, we would simply sit on the side of one of the lounges where another would be lying and maybe gently massage the back, tits, or dicks while we casually chatted about how wonderful it was to all be together.
There were definitely times when the four of us would be lounging in the sun, and one of us would get aroused by a thought and take action on it, quietly moving to stimulate the object of their desire. So, once, I glanced over and saw Kathy down between Ann’s legs, gently licking her pussy, and reaching up to knead Ann’s luscious nipples. Ann ignited almost instantaneously, gesturing for me to come over and put my cock in Kathy’s pussy. That scene provided all the impetus Doug needed to get up and join in by offering his cock to Ann’s welcoming mouth. Scenes like this became common. The number of times that Ann, Kathy, Doug, or I moaned loudly as we orgasmed was never counted, but it wouldn’t have been a surprise to learn that there were neighbors within earshot wondered what the fuck was going on over there.
The games at night were a lot of fun; the girls dreamed them up. Doug and I would stay downstairs while the girls would go upstairs to bed. Kathy and Ann were built so much alike that it was difficult to tell them apart from one another if they concealed themselves in the dark. It really was a farce, because I knew every square inch of my wife’s body, and the mound of hers above her pelvis was a dead giveaway.
The object of the game was for Doug and me to enter our rooms, eat the pussies of whoever was in bed, and then fuck her until she had an orgasm. Here again, Ann was a dead giveaway, because I don’t know of any other woman on the face of the planet who can suck a guy’s cock with her pussy. (Please post a comment to my story if you know how to do that, please.) Anyway, they had some way of signaling each other when it was time either to do nothing or switch so that the spouses were together. Doug and I, of course, always went along with the charade, and often in the morning, would report the exact opposite of who they thought had been in bed with them and how much they enjoyed the blowjob cleanup they got afterward.
There were also times out on the sundeck during the day when one of the girls would start massaging one of our cocks, only to be interrupted by the other guy, whose energetic tongue would lick up and down the shaft before licking the pre-cum off the head and then taking the crown into his mouth. That would invariably lead to the girls getting together and some serious bisexual activity would dominate the rest of the day. I wish I had recordings of the sounds that emanated from the four of us as we managed repeated orgasms. I do believe that Ann would win the prize for the loudest. “Kathy, Kathy, Kathy—oh baby, please, please, please, pleaseeeeeeeee—yes, yessssssss!” This was always followed by the moans of whoever had their head locked between Ann’s spasming legs. ?
The guys could be so unromantic. After one filled the other’s mouth with gigantic load of spunk, you might hear the recipient utter, “What the fuck Bob, what the hell did you eat last night? Try some fucking grapefruit or something like that for breakfast will you?” Then he would laugh uncontrollably.
Not once do I remember an ill word being spoken throughout our vacation. I think the reality of our love and care set the tone in ways I’m at a loss to adequately describe.
I fucked Kathy while she sucked her husband’s dick. I sucked Doug’s dick while he ate Ann’s pussy while she ate Kathy’s pussy. You name it, we had every combination of sexual contact possible throughout the vacation. It was all marvelous and gloriously satisfying.
So now things got really interesting when the weekend arrived. We had checked in on Wednesday afternoon, and our special guests, the Phillips, showed up for lunch on Friday. Talk about lust! HOLY PUSSY BATMAN! Look at these beautiful cunts waiting for us to fuck them! I’m sure that must have been my thought, at least.
The main thing I remember about there now being three beautiful, nude women in our midst was the ever-present chemistry among them. All three of us guys couldn’t help but notice that those girls, more often than not, had pussy juices glistening in the sunlight and sometimes dripping down their thighs. How in the fuck were we supposed to keep our cocks anywhere near flaccid with all of that going on, not that we cared, but you get the point.
It had been prearranged by Kathy that we’d all have lunch on Friday when Megan and Steve arrived. We got the Phillips settled in one of the two guest rooms and went out on the deck, where Kathy and Ann had set out lunch on a long table with three chairs on each side. Megan sat directly across from me and nobody—had any clothes on, of course. I don’t know if Megan had been storing up her hormones during the week prior to their arrival, but it was clear that something like that must have been taking over her mood. She didn’t waste much time massaging my dick with her foot while at the same time kneading her nipples and lifting her tits—amorously massaging them. My reaction was predictable. After a few minutes—the one time I can remember with certainty—Megan got up, came over and simply said, “Bob, I need you to fuck me right now,” while at the same time she impaled herself, sitting down facing me. She started pumping on my cock, up and down, for what seemed like forever. I had already fucked both Kathy and Ann earlier that same morning, so my staying power was extended as a result. ? I can’t remember exactly what she chanted, but it was something like “Oh yes oh yes! Oh yes fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy! Fuckkkkkkkkk!” as she orgasmed for at least a minute, I think.
I know that Megan’s outcry got everyone’s attention and set the mood for the remainder of the afternoon. It wasn’t but a few moments that Steve had Doug’s cock halfway down his throat. When Doug saw that I was looking on with envy, he beckoned me over and took my cock into his mouth, which was still glistening with Megan’s pussy juices. There are some memories that are burned into my feeble brain, and that is one of them. The girls didn’t miss a minute of the scene. It must have taken quite some time before Doug raised himself up, and let out what sounded like a muffled Tarzan yell, given he had a mouth full of my dick. He must have damn near drowned Steve with a load of cum, because Steve opened his mouth and whatever he hadn’t swallowed dripped out of his mouth. That was so exciting for me that it was only a few moments later that I experienced a wave that left me spurting a generous load of seminal fluid, filling Doug’s mouth. “Welcome to Cambria” is all I could think to say.
As if on cue, I looked over and saw Megan kissing Ann as though she was responding to an “I love you message.” It was clear that the three women would be spending some quality time licking and eating each other’s pussies. I’ve never seen anything quite like the feelings those girls had for each other. I was most impressed with the passion they displayed for each other and the patience shown when it might take a little more time than usual for one of them to reach orgasm. It was like, “Take your time sweetheart, your lover here isn’t going anywhere.” After a bit more time, you’d hear words like “Oh my God, I waited all my life for you and now you’re eating my pussy and making meeeeee cummmmmmm!” I don’t know where the energy came from, nor the appetite for that matter, but that’s how most of the weekend played out. Steve took us all out to dinner Saturday night at a local restaurant, I wish I had pictures of the men in that restaurant who had obviously made every effort to get a close-up look at our wives. If those three beauties had decided that they wanted to start fucking strangers, we would have been there another month.
Saturday night was a BLAST! We’d had dinner early I remember—about 5 p.m. or so I think. So we had plenty of time to digest and get comfortable. The idea the girls had was a variation of the game they like to play with just Doug and me. The difference was more like musical chairs. The girls would supposedly hop into the beds of their respective spouses and await being fucked. But they wouldn’t. Rather, they’d randomly choose which spouse they wanted to start with and then go to the appropriate bedrooms. What they didn’t know was that the guys knew the plan, so would themselves retire to beds other than their own. Thus, at least at the start, the girls didn’t know who was fucking them, and the guys didn’t know whom they were fucking. In some instances, the mystery worked perfectly, while in others it was just too obvious. I guess Ann just can’t help herself, as whoever it was that ended up in her cunt thought he was having his dick pulled off his body—Ha ha!
By the way, that reminds me. I don’t think I’ve mentioned what Megan told me about Ann’s innate ability to suck with her pussy. When Ann, Kathy, and Megan had first gotten together following “the food-court incident,” Megan was eating Kathy’s pussy while simultaneously burying two fingers in Ann’s cunt. Ann had suddenly tensed a bit and with sustained effort begun to suck on Megan’s fingers with the muscles in her pussy. Megan became so aroused by Ann’s actions that she had an orgasm right there. I think Kathy had something in response about that, but I don’t remember what it was. Megan went on to say that if the day ever came that Steve has sex with Ann, and her pussy did that that to him. He’d explode a record-breaking load of sperm into her.
Megan for sure, was deeply in love with Ann. She lights up whenever Ann walks into the room. I never got the impression that Megan was a lesbian. I just thought that Ann’s strikingly beautiful presence with the distinctive mound, irresistible attraction, and perfectly shaped breasts provided a special irresistible allure for Megan that she just couldn’t get enough. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that when the two of them kissed, while fingering each other’s pussies, these two had a very special chemistry that could not be denied. Two bisexual women fully on display was my firm belief.
Before Steve’s and Megan’s depart on Sunday morning, they gave us some hard news. Steve’s business had grown in leaps and bounds with the new animal surgical technologies and, as a result, Steve had taken on two partners who specialized in those technologies. There were major hospitals in both New York and Los Angeles but most of the manufacturing was being done in Florida, so Steve and Megan needed to move there. The Phillips home, on the side of the hill, had already sold with a short-term escrow and they would first fly to New York before continuing to Tallahassee, where they would likely buy or build another house. They would already have departed to Florida by the time we got home from vacation. I recall that this news was a difficult to digest. We’d established quite a relationship among the six of us and to suddenly have Steve and Megan now gone from our daily lives was going to require an unwelcome adjustment.
I think by the following Tuesday, the four of us were more-or-less migrating back to the four of us making love with one another alternatively throughout the day. I know Kathy was bummed the most with Megan being gone, so she encouraged us to express our loving sentiments for the Phillips with the love making among us. To this day, I don’t know how we were supposed to do that or, for that matter, what that really meant?
Our daily routine throughout the remainder of our vacation was really nice. We created a game called “Surprise Wakeup”, the only caveat to the surprise was that it be confined to the four of us. It didn’t matter if we were awake or not, it just needed to be something intended to stimulate.
The first week it was Kathy and Doug’s turn to come into our bedroom to wake us up in the morning with whatever form of surprise they chose. Thus, I woke up the first day of our newly established routine with a pussy pressing against my lips that was dripping with a sweet nectar. I don’t know what preparation had been involved for that, but who gives a fuck I thought. Anyway, I acknowledged the surprise by mumbling something and began to lick and suck on Kathy’s clit. I couldn’t see what was happening beyond her pussy, so I had no idea what might have been Ann’s surprise. Accordingly, I was having so much pleasure I just couldn’t focus on anything else but Kathy’s pussy gently grinding on my face. My dick, of course, had gotten hard as a rock and would need some kind of attention soon. I have no idea at this moment what moaning Kathy voiced, but it was evident I’m sure. I remember she made some motions from my chin to the bridge of my nose and then discharged a significant quantity of sweet tasting nectar into my mouth as she orgasmed for more than a minute. Kathy knew my dick would be hard, so she moved down and impaled herself on my rigid cock and continued her grinding. Would you like to guess how long it took before I unloaded multiple streams of cum into her? WOW!
Apparently, Doug wanted his dick “sucked”, so you guessed it, he moistened Ann’s pussy with his pre-cum until it was sufficiently lubricated and penetrated her. Ann later told me that she had in fact awakened with Doug’s cock already in her, pumping gently as he sought to wake her up. It was a good thing we’d all agreed that anything goes with the wake-up games we were all playing, as surprise was the operative word. I’ve done that with her at home and I know she loves it.
As Ann woke up and began to gain her senses, she could see what Kathy was doing to my face. I don’t know exactly what Kathy was thinking, but after she had impaled herself on my cock and received a load of my seed, Ann beckoned her over to sit on her face so she could suck my cum out of Kathy’s pussy. I think Ann at that time, had one of the most explosive orgasms of anyone throughout our vacation. I’m not sure I can remember exactly whether Doug even got the chance to pull out before she clamped down. When Ann orgasms, her whole body shudders as her legs come together as though they are locked tight. I never know how long it will last, but that morning, it seemed like it would never end.? ?Geez, I loved that women.
So each morning for the remainder of the first week, Kathy and Doug never failed to surprise us with an awakening that would set the tone for the entire day. One day, we woke to find both Kathy and Doug licking Ann’s pussy, after somehow spreading her legs apart without waking her, good thing she was the one that insisted on surprise as the game’s objective, as she was pleasantly surprised. On another day, they did the same thing to me, licking my cock from top to bottom and taking turns sucking my dick with their mouths. “What a glorious way to spend a morning”, I thought.
When it was our turn to do the surprise wake-ups, Ann and I wanted to think of something that neither Kathy nor Doug had done with us. We decided it was more important to awaken them with pleasure, rather than some novelty for its own sake of uniqueness. With that, we took our first turn waking Kathy, with Ann making love to Kathy’s pussy, licking her slit, and rubbing her lips back and forth across Kathy’s clit. For my part, I simply had Doug’s cock rubbing across my face with the intent of arousing his first erection of the day, then slipping it into my mouth, and sucking on it as I stroked its length with my hands. I remember that we were greeted with moans of acceptance and it wasn’t very long before both of them had their first orgasm of the day. Kathy had three in close succession, if I remember correctly.
So that’s how our vacation went on the first year. The next two years that followed were pretty much the same, glorious in every sense of the word. We regretted that Steve and Megan’s busy lives made it impossible for them to join us, even for a few days.
I should add here, that we did take plenty of time to enjoy scrumptious meals and a variety of topic discussions. I mean, one cannot literally fuck, eat pussy or suck dick continuously—Ha ha!
So how does this story end? The memories are warm with love and without regret. The four people—especially Doug and Kathy—who came into our lives brought with them a multitude of revelations and newfound awareness of our individual bisexual natures, and the unconditional acceptance that came with it. For that, I will forever be grateful. Had all of that experience never occurred, how would I ever have derived all the aliveness that came with the full realization of my bisexual nature, the pleasure bought not only to me but to those I came to love with a special dimension, especially with my loving wife Ann.
Kathy, Megan, and I are now the only ones that remain. ? Kathy is still alive and living in Florida, where she and Doug moved to when he retired several years ago. Doug was killed in a horrible automobile accident three years ago. I talk with Kathy regularly. Megan is still in Tallahassee where she and Steve relocated when his business dictated the necessity. We remained connected with them with an occasional trip to visit and a multitude of phone chats, both with Steve and Megan.
Steve, I’m sorry to report, passed away suddenly of a massive heart attack two years ago. What a blow to the heart that was. First Doug, then we lose Steve as well.
It’s sometimes hard to imagine how a simple card game relationship with Doug and Kathy came to trigger the lasting love affair with those two other souls, what a blessing. The same can be said of Steve and Megan, richness of life with the five them is often how I think of them.
Ann, the love of my life, died last December, just four days before Christmas, following a lingering illness. I watched that woman wither away day-by-day in front of my own eyes. With her went all the ways she expressed her love for me and all the ways I’d expressed my love for her. Our Dreams evaporated, replaced by the grief that only the heart can feel. I learned somewhere that grief can simply be described as “love with nowhere to go”. While my heart is broken, I believe Ann would want me to continue to love those that she too loved. I will do that.
How can I possibly describe here the depth of my love for Ann? She was my “everything” in so many ways. My lover, my wife, my friend, my confidant, my strength and never ending encouragement for all the pursuits that enriched our lives. There will never be another like her, she even laughed at my dumb jokes. I loved that woman with all my heart and I will miss her until the day we will be together again. God bless you Ann, rest in peace my love.
Thanks for listening,
Bob
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