A night for theatre

She was tired, a little under the weather, much too distracted to be going out, yet she found herself in the bathroom applying makeup to do just that. Her friend called her excitedly an hour earlier, telling her that she got tickets to a mutual friend’s play, production of some forgotten musical that she had no interest in seeing. She distinctly remembered not liking the movie version but, having been housebound for several days with the sick partner, she decided she needed the night out and she agreed to go.

The weather was just warming up during the day but the night would be chilly but she layered two tank -tops under a sweater and added a long flowing skirt.  She wasn’t feeling particularly interested, but as she went to her lingerie drawer she chose a small pair of pink panties that were soft and comfortable even though they were incredibly thin. As she pulled them on under her skirt, she let her fingers drift and realize that she would be able to feel the breeze as she walked.

She left her house with plenty of time to walk to the corner where her friends would pick her up. They came by their small used car, the top down surprisingly early for this time of year, and she hopped in the back. She felt her skirt slide up her thighs and Stacy giggled and thanked her for the flash.  Blushing, she pressed her skirt down and got settled the back seat.

The drive to the theater did not take long and the evening air felt good on her face. She was glad she left the house, glad she got some fresh air, and her spirits began to lift. While her friends parked the car, she walked up to the Will Call window and waited in line. It moved quickly as most of the tickets were already paid for and soon she was in front where she was greeted by a cute young American with short brown hair and a quick smile.

“I’m glad you made it to the show tonight,” he said, “the audience was missing a tall pretty brunette with a glowing smile.”

As he slid the tickets underneath the glass she put her hand on top of his to continue the flirt. “I’m glad I could make it, I was hoping to get a seat with an empty chair next to you.”

He smiled back and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

The play was, as she feared, subpar even though her friend was doing a fine job as the priest. Her headache was returning and she settled back into the chair, hoping the darkness of the theater would allow a quick nap before intermission. As the play blended with her dreams she felt someone sit next to her and she startled awake and set back up.

“I get to close the ticket booth 15 minutes after the show starts.” He whispered in her air, “Luckily,” he said, “there was one empty seat left for me.”

“Is it any good?” He asked.

“Not really,” she replied, “but I know the priest and so we had to show up.”

“I used to date the understudy,” he said in a conspiratorial tone, “we don’t talk anymore but we are on the tour until we reach Dublin.”

He was sitting unusually close to her, even with the armrest down between them, and when he raised it out of the way he got even closer. Thoughts were running through her head but she decided not to fight it. He was cute, the tour was leaving town soon, and he was destined to go back to America within weeks. ‘What’s the harm of the little flirting?’ she asked herself.

It did not take long for him to put his hands on her knees and she gasped a little bit but decided play to play along. . “What the hell?” She thought.

She rested her head on his shoulder and let her knees open. His hands confidently moved up underneath her skirt and felt the strong muscles of her thigh. He spent forever there, just inches away from her panties but not moving forward or back. He just stroked the soft, rarely seen skin, again and again, strumming her skin like a guitar, lazily, temptingly close, but staying away.

He removed his hands in order to clap as the first act came to a close and intermission began. “I have to run back to the ticket booth for a few minutes,” he said giving her a quick peck on the cheek, “save my seat please.”

She stared up at him as he left his seat and mumbled a “yes.” She felt silly, but she wanted intermission to be over now.

As she stood in line to buy a latte and biscotti Stacy asked who it was sitting next to her. “I don’t know,” she said quite honestly, “I think he works in the theater and just wanted to watch part of the show.”

“Well,” her friend said, “he’s kind of cute, we should ask him out for drinks after the show.”

“I think he’s dating somebody from the cast, so maybe we should just leave him alone.”

“I don’t know. He’s really cute.” Stacy insisted and gave her the raised eyebrow look to imply that something else was going on.

She blushed, and turned her attention to the coffee in her hand and tried to change the subject. After a few minutes of general chit chat about her sick partner and the flu that’s been running through the city, the house lights flickered and they wandered back into the theater to take their seats. She briefly considered going to the restroom to check on things, but as she walked she realized there was no need to check, she knew exactly how her body was feeling.

She took her seat and put the armrest down, wondering what he would do, smiling at the prospects. She felt dangerous, wanted, irresponsible, and it was a nice break from playing nursemaid.

10 minutes after the second act began she felt him slip into the seat next to her but she did not look away from the stage. With great confidence he sat down and lifted the armrest out of the way and put his hand back on her thigh. This time he did not wait at all.  He slipped his hand further between her thighs and she felt herself open for him.  She tried to breathe. She tried to rationalize. Instead, she just opened further.

“I like this part.” He said in a hoarse whisper as he leaned over to her.

Carol wasn’t sure if he was talking about the play or her skin under his nimble fingers but she whispered back, “I really like this too.”

“Good, because it’s about to get better.”

She couldn’t believe what was happening but she lifted her skirt up just enough to give him full access,  His arm was up to his elbow under her skirt and she laid it down on top to hide it. She spread her legs as wide as she could in the theater seats and reveled in the touch, his smooth fingers grazing over the surface of the thin panties, the wetness that was flowing through and onto the theater seats.

As the dialogue on stage intensified his fingers slipped underneath the fabric and penetrated deeply, quickly, filing her up with two fingers. She was stunned, but her body reacted well and she shifted her hips to give him better access. Soon two fingers were in to the knuckle and she felt him curling them up inside her, stroking the front wall of her vagina, bringing the blood to all the right places.

She tried to keep her eyes open, tried to focus on the stage, but was afraid to make a single sound in fear of groaning, or crying out. Soon she was on the edge, at that point of no return, and she pushed her left knee into his, lifting it up over his leg. Fully spread, deeply impaled, he squeezed his hand and brought the heel of his hand down against her clit, her orgasm was immediate, intense, and very very wet.

Stacy looked over at the noise and saw what was happening. As smoothly as she could, she intertwined her fingers with Carol’s and held her hand as her orgasm washed her body.

Gasping in the dark, she felt his fingers slow down, extract themselves, and gently spread the wetness, painting her tender lips with her fragrance. She grasped Stacy’s hand tightly which gave her comfort as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, Carol sat up and focused her breathing, her eyes, and a little bit of her brain.

“I have to close down the ticket office and count the receipts.” He said with a grin as he pulled his hand out from under her skirt. “I hope you enjoyed the show.”

Carol said little as she staggered out of the theater, her hand still entwined with her friends who gave her support. Stacy gave the keys to her boyfriend sat in the back with her, they rested their heads on the each other’s shoulders, alternating the subservient pose.

“I told you he was cute.”

She drifted into a haze, she whispered, “I really have to get to the theater more often.” 

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FFF - The Villa Balcony

I don't speak a lick of Russian, though I did lick a Russian once, so I didn't get any extra credit.  Nor did I tell anyone new that I loved them.  All the people I love are old.  So I played with the prime numbers.  I love the prime series, endlessly fascinating in the search for the next big one, strange that something as simple as a number drives so many mathematicians to distraction.

Each paragraph is the length of a Prime Number, each one gets longer which is a challenge for me because most of my FFF pieces end with very short punch lines.   You'll have to tell me if this one works.

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I hope you had fun writing this week.  Remember to tell your friends and join in yourself next time!

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Key Word  = Regret
Length = Any prime number
Extra Credit = Have the whole thing in Russian (just kidding)
Bonus Words - Tell  someone "I love you" for the 1st time this week, but bonus words must be added in Prime Number increments

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2 – Don’t go.

3 – Why Shouldn’t I?

5 – Because I love you Tess.

7 – Fuck you!  You never loved me Frank.

11 – She stepped to the balcony and continued dressing. Feeling him watch.

13 – Of course I love you.  I bought this villa for you, for us.

17 – The Sicilian air tickled her backside making her intensely aware of just how small her thong was.

19 – She paused, breathed, felt the wind ruffle her light skirt and stopped her hands from pulling the zipper closed.

23 – She looked into the courtyard and then up and saw his children playing on their balcony, blissfully unaware of their father SO near-by.

29 – She let the skirt drop to the tile, and, without turning to look at him, commanded him to make love to her. She stripped off her thong, and waited.

31 – He could hear the roar of the street, the voices of the children, his children.  He looked at her bare skin, her perfect curves, and the freshly soiled panties.

37 – His cock hardened and he stood back in the shadows and undressed.  He calculated angles, the time of day, the height of the balcony and that of his children.  He stepped forward and entered her.

41 – She gasped and spread to give him access to her dripping cunt.  He had filled her just moments before and now again, ‘O Fuck’ how she loved this man. She clenched and held his body tight.  Her climax was growing closer.

43 – The tide was turning as her voice wavered.  Thrusting, he filled her without restraint and pushed harder, his hand clasping over her mouth as her heavings became louder.  Her legs began to buckle and he thrust upward, lifting her out of her shoes.

47 – Nannies collected children, young voices faded, doors closed trying to block promiscuous noises.  His final strokes were harsh, deep, her release operatic, he pulled back her hair and came. His wife turned around and kissed him tenderly, “See, I told you we wouldn’t regret owning two apartments.”

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A birthday in the park

I called and left her a simple message. “Be ready at 9:30 AM. Be dressed in a short plaid skirt, cotton underwear, a dark blue T-shirt, and a simple front hook bra, white.”

His voice mail the simple, as most of them are, direct, a bit mysterious, but never to be disobeyed. I pulled out the short schoolgirl skirt he gave me last year for Christmas, his favorite white thong and matching T-shirt bra, and a deep blue T-shirt that I got from work, the one with a small cum stain by the collar. It drove him crazy when I wore it because the stain was not his.

I pulled up in front of her building and sent her the agreed-upon text. She came down promptly the bag in her hand as instructed. She got into the cab of my truck I kissed her lightly on the lips, the tasted of cinnamon and her hair smelled fresh, like she had just stepped out of the shower. “Are you using the shampoo we agreed on?”

She nodded her head, smiled, and said that she was. She said that she liked how it smelled how it felt on her skin.

I looked into the bag and saw 3 of her favorite toys, and anal plug, a lifelike dildo, and the G Spot vibrator that never failed to make her orgasm when we were together. I pulled the bag open a little wider and saw the large tube of lubricant. I closed the bag and snapped it shut and set it on the floor under the seat. I reached over and took her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and began to pinch. She yelped at first I pinched harder adjusting my fingers to take in more flesh. I pinched harder still and her breathing became erratic, fast, and deep, she breathed deeply, rasping against the pain, until she shivered, gasped for air, and said “thank you sir.”

“Show me.” I said

She shifted in her seat and put her back against the door and lifted up her skirt. The thin white cotton fabric was now translucent and I could see the pussy outline of her lips, the full bushy dark patch of pubic hair matted against the fabric. “Good girl.”

I don’t exactly remember when he learned to make me come so quickly. All I know is that certain things were Pavlovian in their power. I could not resist. I could not stop. The way he looked at me, the way he assumed I would cum, always working its magic, and the even though my nipple would be sore for several days, to cum for him was worth it. As we began to drive in the bright morning air, I felt my cunt and nipple throbbing, connected by a single touch of his hand. I smiled, squirmed in my seat, trying not to disclose my 4^thtoy, buried, deep inside.

I had not been given permission to speak so I held my peace and enjoyed the aftermath of his first gift. We drove through my neighborhood, found that the bridge, and drove over it and joined the interstate. He rarely took me so far from home so I was curious since I did not pack an overnight bag, nor did I bring any money since it was not on his list. I had no phone, no fresh underwear, and all that I carried fit in a little bag. We soon pulled off the interstate drove through a beautiful wooded stretch, and parked at an open expanse of grass.

Her ability to come on command was one of the things I loved most about her. I loved her for many reasons, but her erotic obedience was high on the list. I loved feeling her nipples in my fingers, on my tongue, and in my mouth. They were deep, fleshy pink, the epitome of womanhood, and I loved to nothing better than to suck them brutally into my mouth, biting and abusing them as my fingers sought purchase within dark regions. I would hold her on my lap sideways as she laid her head on the arm of the couch and lift her chest to my mouth as she spread, one leg up on the back of the couch and the other on the floor as I roughly finger fucked her into oblivion time after time after time. I loved the feeling of my hand crossing over her untamed bush. She liked it shaved, waxed bare, but that was not my preference, so I did not allow it. I

The drive across the river was a calming one as she sat next to me obediently quiet it smelling of her climax. She had no idea what was about to happen, all she knew was that it was her birthday.

We parked and he kissed me lightly on the lips, stepped out of his side of the cab, and walked around the back of the truck grabbing a bag out of the back. As he opened my door for me (I was forbidden to open it for myself) I turned slid my legs out of the truck’s cab an onto the ground.  As I dropped down his hand came up under my skirt and caressed me deeply between the legs. I struggled not to groan into his chest and I rested my weight against his hand and he held me up, his fingers pressing hard into my bones and my flesh. He almost lifted me off the ground using nothing pussy lips and I felt crushed and tender and I loved him for it. 

He reached inside the truck and got my small satchel out and put it in my hand and told me to carry it for myself. He reached inside his bag and pulled out my favorite blindfold. It was silky soft with 2 round eye-patches and a band that went around the back of my neck. Now, without sight, and with my hearing muffled from the band around my head, I was completely in his hands. He moved me out of the way and closed the door loudly.  I heard the rushed flutter of birds in flight as he locked his truck. 

I smiled as I thought about how many orgasms he had given me upon the seat I had just left. Too many to count, I smiled to myself, and more, many more to come, I hoped. Totally devoid of vision my steps were hesitant until we got onto the grass. He knelt behind me lifted one leg and then the other and removed my shoes. The grass was wonderfully soft on my bare feet and I knew that he would not take me anywhere that would cause me injury. He had caused me a great deal of pain, but never injury in the accidental sense. He took my left hand in his right and we began to walk.  I heard birds singing, calling back and forth to their tree mates as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. In the distance I thought I heard other cars, voices, the sounds of humanity and I wondered if they could see me being led blindfolded through the park. As we walked he told me how special I was to him and how much my birthday meant. It made my heart swell and my body tingle to hear such niceties.

She slipped out of the truck and I felt her for readiness. She was soaking wet and I pressed deep, almost picking her up off the ground. She was small in frame, but strong, limber, the body of a swimmer and the pussy of a whore. I shifted her to my left and closed the door, locked it and we began to walk. I slipped her shoes off and as I knelt behind her could smell she was ready for her birthday present. We walked along the path and then off into the grass into a small secluded field.

I heard the sounds of the forest as we walked on, confident in my choice of locations. As I led her with my right hand, I waved to my associates with my left, and they began to follow us, not too many at a time, and not too closely as to attract attention, but they knew the day was about to begin.

After finding my balance after going down a slippery patch of grass, we came to a flat section and I could feel the sun on my face even with the mask in in place. He let go of my hand and I stood, transfixed to the spot, uncertain as to where I was or where I would go in my darkened state. He took me again by the hand after taking my bad and he led me forward.  He placed my hand on a tall organic post, perhaps bamboo with fabric attached to it. In my head I imagined a screen wall of some sort. After turning to the left and to the left again I lost touch with the wall and could feel the sun from above but shade from the sides and the sounds of the forest were muffled now.

“Kneel.”

I obeyed and found my feet and knees on the thick pile of blankets, warmed by the sun and delicate on my skin.

“Lay on your back and quiet your mind.” His voice was adorably firm, just the way I liked it when he got into the commanding frame of mind. I could sense his presence as he knelt beside me, his hands lightly grazing the insides of my thighs. I thought I heard my toys clicking together as he reached inside my satchel. But I did not hear them turn on.

Her obedience was adorable, arousing, and as the sun shone down on her form, I smiled and felt my cock harden. I laid out the toys on the blanket next to her, her large tube of lubricant next to them. Kissing her gently on the forehead I stepped out of the enclosure and saw my associates lined up as instructed.

A young girl, barely 18 according to her offered ID, held the green ticket with the #1 on it. I took it from her hand, kissed her deeply on the mouth, and whispered in her ear that she could enter the enclosure. I pulled the stopwatch out of my pocket and click the green button and watched the numbers change 5:00, 4:59, 4:58, 4:57. It wasn’t until 4:15 that I heard them both gasp. The birthday present had begun.

The blankets were warm and soft on my back and I enjoyed the sun in the solitude of lying quietly under his care. I did not know what lay in store, but I could feel my nipples harden and my lips swell. He kissed me on the forehead and took his leave, I listened as his footsteps on the soft grass got fainter and then stopped just a few feet away. ‘Was he on the other side of the wall?’ I asked myself.  As I lay quietly I heard a murmur as if he was talking to someone in hushed tones then, tentative footsteps, lighter than his, unsure of themselves approached me. I lay quietly, my feet 6 inches apart, my arms at my side, waiting.

I felt a presence next to me, then inhaled deeply smelled her perfume, it smelled sweet, a young person’s perfume, and she leaned over and I could smell her hair, it brushed against my face and I giggled quietly unsure as to what to do next. I felt her hand on my breasts as the first touch. She squeezed gently, unsure as to what to do, so I sighed silently under my breath to give her my approval. She leaned in and put her lips on my ear, assuredly breaking the rules, and whispered “happy birthday.”

She knelt back up and I felt her hair leave my face and I hoped that was not the end. It most assuredly was not as I felt her young hand slide up from my knees between my legs until her hand touched both thighs, I willingly spread open for her and she pulled the white, wet, translucent fabric to the side, and fingered me deeply with one eager, clumsy stroke.  We both gasped loudly. My birthday had begun.

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Please forgive, and read around, any typos,  This was written using Voice Recognition software and my editing time is limited.  Suffice it to say, I earned my 25 extra words in a big way.

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Blog Chain - Best Sex Ever?

This month’s challenge is a difficult one. “The best sex you’ve ever had”. Where do you even start?

I have written a lot about a lot of sex over the past 6 ½ years I’ve been doing this blog, actually closer to seven, but what does it mean, “The Best Ever?”

Do I talk about first times with various friends? Those rare and precious moments of discovery when you realize that you can make another person come? Do I talk about the shiver I felt as I held her tightly in my arms while she talked on the phone to her mother and my fingers sneaks down the front of her jeans and underneath the thin silk of her bra? Do I talk about fumbling discovery underneath the bell tower during freshman year when I realized that even with jeans on things can feel pretty good. Do I recall that moment when I realized that she was going to come as well and all she could say was “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”?

Even though I complain a lot about sex, and the lack thereof, I am sitting at my desk enjoying a lovely refractory moment after a phone call with a very special friend. 

Is the best sex you’ve ever had the most recent sex? 

I know I’m asking a lot of questions instead of giving answers. I can say that I had some really bad sex on Sunday night but it was bad sex only in retrospect, the sex itself was great, it was the conversation that it sparked afterwards that was discouraging and will be part of a future post. Sometimes the best sex you ever had only becomes that as it becomes a memory. You realize it was the last time you are with someone special so it takes on nostalgic importance. Sometimes you realize that by comparison, it was the best, you just did not know it at the time

You can categorize “best” and put it in context.

• Best first time
• Best time at a strip club
• Best time with the wife
• Best time on the phone
• Best time at a dance club
• Best time in a car, dorm room, swimming pool.

How do you pick out of so many wonderful memories?

I would imagine that my friends who are actively seeking new partners would have the same dilemma. How do you compare lovers? How do you compare cocks and cunts? They are also different, so wonderful in their own way, or so horrible in just as many different ways.  How do I compare online friends to real-life lovers? I have never had a lover in real life have eight orgasms, but online, when the stars aligned, it happened twice. Online I’ve had conversations that lasted for two hours, two hours of play, fun, touching, and cumming, while, in the real world, 30 minutes is impressive, and 45 is a marathon. At least, that is, since I’ve been married.

And how do you compare married sex to single-sex? Are they even the same thing? Single sex is about fun and exploring and daring and discovery, and married sex, well, it’s different. Married sex becomes familiar, intimate, powerful, loving, vindictive, or just routine. Do I compare my best sex of the last year to the first year my marriage? How does Year 1 compared to Year 20?

And I have had a lot of good orgasms that had nothing to do with sex with someone else. Does that count?

Blog posts that ask more questions than they answer are fairly pathetic but I can’t pick without giving some context.

I sit here and think back about all the wonderful friends I’ve had. Friends, lovers, strippers, random strangers, two lesbians (not at the same time), my best friend’s girlfriend, my girlfriend’s best friend, my girlfriend’s roommate; if I look back over the years I’ve been very lucky. I really should stop complaining.

Let’s stop philosophizing and get down to some favorites.

I’m going to list more than one, maybe that’s cheating, but too bad.

“Best first for me”- You have to remember I was a late starter.  It was my freshman year at college and I stay up started dating a girl from my hometown. I think we had gone bowling and decided to make out on the way home underneath the statue of the school’s founder. It was a popular spot. I remember she was wearing velour pants, (forgive her, it was the 80s) and as she locked her legs around me, pulling my hard cock tighter and tighter against her soft folds, I realized that I was about to make her cum and I exploded. She soon followed. I remember it like it was yesterday and it was 30 years ago. I think that qualifies as “best.” We stayed together for three more months, it ended badly.

“Best first time for her” - I almost married this one, cute, blonde sweet, and she liked to hike and play outside. We were in her car tangled up on the passenger side as my hands slipped down her pants and touched her intimately for the first time. It might have been the first orgasm she ever had, it certainly was the first one with a boy, and it was insanely powerful  I mean insane as in crazy, wild-eyed, loss of control “oh fuck what is happening to me” crazy.. I can still remember her in my arms panting, gasping for breath, and all she could say was “I want more.” I was silly and misunderstood and gave her another with my fingers. That is not what she meant by “more.”

“Best time with a stripper” – Two fit into this category. #1 is easy to pick.  Niagara Falls Canada, I don’t remember the name of the club, but they allow full contact naked lap dances and I fell in love. She stayed with me for a half an hour though I only paid for three songs, she actually kissed me, and when I finished while she rode me gently to orgasm, I was ready to move north. #2 makes the list only because it was the first time I climaxed in a room full of people while someone else watched. It’s hard to forget that moment.

I shouldn’t be saying all these, they all would make great blog posts of their own, and I’ve gone over my thousand word limit by quite a few. Maybe I’ll save some for later, some of those that improved with memory, some that faded, the first time with my wife, the first time with someone else besides my wife. I’ve been lucky enough to have many “best” times. I hope you have been as lucky.

If you want to join in the blog chain, please go to "Prowling with Kat " and let her know!!!

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TMI Tuesday - My boring answers

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Questions submitted by Virtualsin.wordpress.com
1. Did you ever play strip poker (or strip spin-the-bottle, or similar)?
Did nudity result? Were there further developments? Details please.
NOPE, NOPE, NOPE.  I know, it's pretty boring, but I warned you

2. Did you ever play a nude party game, such as Naked Twister? Did it
lead to anything further?
HA HA HA.... Hell no.

3. Did you ever play a game of Truth or Dare that led to nudity, or
fondling, or more?
Never played it.  I have really either really boring friends from church who would never admit anything, or never do anything, or friends from other places that have already told me everything.

4. Did you ever attend a party that led to sex with a more or less randomly chosen partner, i.e., swingers-lifstyle party, key party*?
*key party – A couples party where all of the men put their car keys into a bowl or bag and at the end of the party, the women blindly select a set of keys to determine who she goes home with for the rest of the evening for sexual gratification.
I did switch girlfriends once, actually, the girls switched boyfriends for a week because they each wanted to kiss someone else for a while.  That was very very good.  My girlfriend was tall athletic, bright and sunny and beautiful in a very California Girl kind of way, Beth was slim, angry, blonde, wilder, more confused, hornier, but more shy, it was a wild ride going back and forth.  And, when we hung out together it was a rush knowing that I had been with both of them.

5. Did you ever participate in unexpected co-ed skinny dipping in a group?
Monica lost her top on a water slide once, that's about as unexpected as it gets.

Bonus: Do you have a favorite fantasy about a sexy party?
Please share.

I have a recurring fantasy about a barbecue that turns into a sex party. It starts when my wife allows me to use handpick the guests for our 4^th of July barbecue. It’s an easy list to build. One from the gym, two from work, four from church. Add in my wife and we have eight of the most beautiful women I know. Their husbands are irrelevant to the equation. I like four of them, don’t know two of them, and I despise two of them.  They know it, and I know they know it. They also know that the only reason I invited them is because I want to fuck their wives.

The day is hot and as the sun climbs clothes begin to shed and the pool fills up. The moms, reluctant at first to strip down and get in the water, give in when the thermometer hits 105°F. The kids have all been sent next door to the bounce house where my neighbor has agreed to allow me to use his backyard. Teenagers from church baby sit and watch over them, keeping them out of the adult section of the party. A high fence ensures our privacy.

The high desert sun bakes the clothes right off my partygoers. Soon all 16 of us are in the pool with drinks in hand and inhibitions are dropping. Cindy is the first to cross the line, kissing her husband passionately as she hangs underneath the diving board. He kisses her back and more than one pair of eyes begin to watch. I call my wife over with a curl of my finger and begin to rub between her legs under the water. The look on her face quickly gives us a way, and Toni comes over to watch more closely.

Cindy moves back toward the pool wall to give Klara room on the diving board. They kiss for the first time and several people cheer. Their husbands are emboldened and begin to touch their wives through the thin swimming suit fabric as they kiss, four breasts, four hands, one kiss.

Toni stands surprisingly close and locks eyes with my wife. Suddenly I feel Toni’s hand join mine between her legs and my wife gasps in surprise. I take Toni’s freehand by the wrist and guided to my wife’s full breasts and soon they have been removed from their triangular top and Toni bites them roughly. I call out to Toni’s husband and he comes up behind her and pulls my wife’s best friends bikini bottoms down and they float away.

Cindy and Karla have attracted a crowd and I smile as I watch their tongues intertwined in their hands reach behind them to touch their husbands. We all gravitate to the shallow end of the pool and one by one suits are shed and flesh is exposed.

Toni’s fingers slide inside my wife and her first orgasm crashes over her. The party cheers and Toni smiles and then kisses me and then my wife.

My special friend from church, the blonde I have been lusting after for years, is now sitting topless on the edge of the pool, her legs spread her bikini bottom almost translucent and our eyes meet. My wife and Toni are now deeply involved but she looks over at me, and then to the blonde, and tells me that this is my best chance and I should go to her. I kiss my wife, then Toni, and thank them both.

I walk over to her, pulling my shorts down and off as I cross the warm water. Without a word I grab her by the hair and pull her in for a kiss my hand taking her nipples between two fingers and tugging tightly.  Her hands come to my face, holding me in for a long kiss, and I feel her hips rocking back and forth as her friends peel her bikini bottoms off for her. Everyone knows that we have had the hots for each other for a long time and several of the men are now holding her husband back, telling him to give up, and just let it happen.

“She’s wanted him for as long as he’s wanted her.” They say, pending his hands behind his back. “He’s going to fuck her, and she’s going to come.” He fights and cusses and swears, as my two fingers penetrated his wife’s wet pussy.

With my wife and 13 friends and one enraged husband watching on, I put my head between her legs and taste her for the first time. She is, as in all fantasies, perfect. I climb out of the pool and grab a lounge pillow and lay it down and kneel between her legs as she spreads for me.

“Fuck me.”

As my friends push her husband underwater to stifle his screams I do just that, entering her with a mighty stroke and bringing her to orgasm within seconds. The crowd cheers, her husband cries, and I know that my barbecue will be the most popular party of the summer for years to come.

As the party breaks up I go to my office and sit behind my computer, calling up the live feed from my security system.  I open the chat window from an overseas friend and type.

“Did you see all that?”

“Yes I did,” she replies.  “And thank you very very much.”

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