BI-FRIENDS Pt2
"As a matter of fact," Doreen said grinning. "Play with them a little right now, make sure my nipples are all nice and hard before we walk out there, so they'll be sticking nice and straight against the tee shirt. That way, neither one of them should fail to see the change on the tee shirt I'm wearing."
We stood inside the kitchen, the guy's just outside through the sliding glass door on the patio. If either one of them would have looked back inside the house, they'd have seen me standing there in front of Doreen, her now exposed tits in my hands as I stood thumbing her twin points into nice-sized little gum drops.
"Fuck that feels good!" Doreen moaned as we stood there. "I'm half tempted to blow the two of them off and just lay you right down on the table here and dive into that sweet looking pussy of yours!"
"Doreen!" I exclaimed, surprised at her forwardness, yet turned on by it as well. The image of her suddenly doing so, not at all a turn off, or suddenly out of the question either. Already, I could feel the moisture of my arousal beginning to gather between my legs. Doreen laughed, finally stepping back, forcing me to reluctantly release her breasts as she settled her tee shirt back down, now covering her breasts once again. Sure enough however, her nipples were easily seen as they pressed against the tightly stretched material of her shirt.
"Let's go give them something to think about," she told me. And with that, we carried out a pitcher of Margarita's we'd made up for after dinner along with the glasses, and some fresh limes. "Hmm, I have another idea," she said winking. But before I could ask her what that was, she had opened the sliding glass door, stepping out onto the patio.
It took all of two seconds for the boys to notice Doreen's hard stiff nipples, and only a second more for Jack to comment on her shirt, seeing the change we had written on it.
"Hey! What do you mean her tits?" He feigned displeasure in reading, though he was smiling a mile wide as he said that.
Doreen smiled back. "Oh like you wouldn't mind seeing that," she teased him, getting an immediate nod of the head from both our husbands. Doreen then reached down pulling her shirt entirely up and over her head, now standing there topless as she turned towards me. "Like the shirt says Cindy, tonight ... they're all yours!"
The look on the boy's faces was priceless, especially as I stepped towards her, once again taking her firm full breasts within my hands, cupping them, and then just as I'd done inside the kitchen, fingering and playfully flipping those two twin little pointed peaks. The boys continued to sit there staring at this, grinning as though they were two kids who'd just been given Cart Blanche to take anything they wanted from the candy store. Which was especially the case as I surprised Doreen, along with myself as I leaned over, suddenly capturing one of those hard little nubbins between my lips and began sucking on it.
"Holy fuck!" Brad moaned audibly, appreciatively as I did so.
"Ditto that!" Jack now added, actually reaching down into his shorts, forced to suddenly reposition himself. "More! More!" he called out as Brad too quickly joined him, urging us both to continue.
"I bet you'd really enjoy seeing that wouldn't you?" Doreen now teased, seeing an opening here. She quickly looked towards me, but I'm sure the look in my own eyes told her I was game for whatever here, especially if we managed to get the boys to open up to us about their own naughty little escapades in the shop earlier.
"You fucking know it!" He stated, his hand still buried beneath the waistband of his bushman's shorts.
"I dunno Cindy, what do you think? Tit for tat maybe?" I took the cue from her, smiling.
"Sounds fair to me," I replied looking over at the two boys, one hand dropping to run sensually downwards between Doreen's legs, feeling her spread them slightly as she stood there. "I guess it depends on how badly they really want to see it."
"You want me to show you how badly I'd love to see something like that?" Jack mused, threatening to expose himself fully as he undid his zipper pulling it down.
"I've seen it before," Doreen said shooting him down, letting him know as she said that, that it wasn't quite good enough. "But I wouldn't mind seeing Brad's stiff prick a little more clearly," she added. He looked at me as Doreen spoke, waiting. I winked, telling him in an instant it was more than ok.
Brad had never been shy, unlike myself until I was actually aroused, but he knew just by the expression on my face I was well on the way to being there. Faster than I would have thought possible, he stood, unzipping and then dropping his pants, his erection already poking clearly through the opening in his boxer shorts. "You mean something like this?" he asked proudly, his member about as stiff and hard as I'd ever seen it.
"Better," Doreen said. She then reached over, unbuttoning my blouse, removing my bra as the boys sat there watching her tantalizing little strip tease. She now began playing with my breasts, likewise leaning over to fondle, suckle and tenderly nip at them as I stood there.
"Man, that's fucking hot!" Jack announced, long ago having taken his own rigid prick out of his pants, openly sitting there fondling himself.
"More! More!" Brad quipped once again, now doing the same.
"That would require some more tit for tat," I jumped in suggesting, much to Doreen's amusement that I had said something before she did.
Cock's out, the boys looked confused, looking at us and then back and forth at one another. "What do you mean?" Jack questioned.
"Oh, I don't know," Doreen began as though thinking about it. "I guess that depends on what you two want to see. Obviously, we'd expect something in return for whatever it is you'd like to see us do."
"Like what?" Brad asked a bit nervously now.
"Simple really," Doreen pressed. "We'll do ... whatever you're willing to do ... with each other."
Once again the looks on their faces was priceless. I'd only seen Brad's face turn that crimson a time or two before now. Doreen used that moment of indecision to reach down, fumbling only briefly with the catch on my own shorts, undoing, and then unzipping them. Almost immediately they fell down around my ankles, leaving me to stand there in the briefest of now very wet thongs, her hand suddenly slipping beneath the waistband where her fingers now touched, teasing me for the first time. I actually found myself holding my breath for a moment, the unexpected pleasure intense as she quickly located my precious clit and began stroking it.
No doubt it wasn't only having an effect on me, but certainly on the guys as well. And though they really couldn't see anything with her hand hidden away beneath the material, it was certainly obvious that she truly was fingering my pussy.
Once again Doreen turned facing our husbands. "Well? You want us to continue or is this all you really want to see?" she then asked. "Up to you two ... but I know for a fact, Jack honey..." she said grinning at him, "Wouldn't have a problem with doing this to Brad, would you honey?"
Once again both men looked back and forth between one another sheepishly. I slipped my hand beneath Doreen's panties, now fingering her quim in the exact way she was now fingering mine. "Up to you now baby," I told Brad. "Or is that something you're just not willing to do for me?" I asked, wondering now what his response was going to be, especially as Doreen and I both knew, they had already done that much together at least. I was pleased when Brad actually responded a moment later.
"Well ... in fact, we already have!" He announced, surprising me that he'd admitted it, especially when Jack just smiled, nodding his head in agreement.
"Yeah, Brad lost a bet this morning," he proclaimed by way of explanation, and then continued on. "I bet him that by inserting a dowel in the curved leg rest of the chair, it would actually make it stronger, and we could then lengthen it, giving the legs more strength and then extending them farther, than we'd done in the original design. Brad didn't think it would work, so he took the bet ... and lost obviously, even after I told him if he lost, he'd owe me a hand job!"
It was now out, Doreen and I both laughing suddenly. "Oh what I'd love to have seen that," she said, still pretending that we hadn't. "So ... Brad had to jerk you off then did he?" Doreen pressed wanting to hear all of it. "And then what happened?"
Brad looked over towards me for some sign that I wasn't upset or angry with him for having done so, which I gave him with another wink. "Did doing that make you horny too baby?" I asked. "Have you ever played with another man's cock before like that?" I now added curiously.
"Couple times ... you know, curious explorations, fooling around sort of stuff, years ago, but no ... nothing else really," he then added, though blushing now even more so than he had been. Part of which, I now knew wasn't just from embarrassment either. Brad was horny. And I knew it.
"But obviously, since you did ... doing it again for us now shouldn't be all that big of a deal now should it?" Doreen interjected, seizing the moment. "Especially if you'd like to really see what we're doing here, up close and personal now would you?" Doreen then pulled her panties completely off, with me once again following suit, though neither one of us made any motion to take up where we'd left off, just standing there in the nude now waiting for their response.
"No different than this morning," Jack offered looking at his best friend. "I'm game ... if you are."
"Tit for tat?" Brad asked looking at us, his cock all swollen and angry looking. I could tell that just the little bit he'd seen had him extremely aroused and horny.
"Tit for tat," I assured him, not even realizing I had placed one of my hands back on Doreen's boob as I stood there playing with it. It must have been the additional incentive he'd needed however, as he quickly agreed upon seeing me do that.
With a nod of her head in the direction of our chairs, we immediately placed them side-by-side, facing the boys. Collapsing two of the arm rests, as they'd been designed to do so, actually turning the two chairs into a small couch, we then sat, legs thrown over one another, hands suddenly crossing over to explore one another between the legs.
"This what you had in mind?" Doreen asked as I felt her fingers once again probing, exploring, and teasing me, just as I likewise began doing to her.
Without a required word, Brad and Jack got up, likewise fixing their two chairs together facing us in the same fashion, though they quickly took off the rest of their own clothing before doing so. Each one now sitting there with their nice hard stiff pricks clearly revealed. I didn't realize just how erotic it was to watch, or how hot it became when Jack reached over, wrapping his hand around Brad's dick, as he moments later likewise then did the same to Jack. They began fondling one another openly as they watched Doreen and I doing the same. The feel of her finger tickling my clit was enhanced by the visual stimulation of seeing Jack's fist casually pumping my husband's cock up and down, going so far as to even squeezing it. As he did, producing a nice thick droplet of precum fuck juice, which he then smeared around Brad's bulbous, swollen head. Brad moaned, involuntarily closing his eyes momentarily. It was for me one of the most erotic, sensual things I had ever seen Brad do before, and I nearly came because of it.
We sat playing like this for quite some time. It was clearly evident we were all highly aroused, the slick, slippery sounds coming from each one of us giving testimony to that.
"God baby ... lick her, lick her for me," Jack half begged. "Let me see you lick Cindy's cunt ... please!"
"Tit for tat?" Doreen asked hopefully. Jack looked briefly at Brad. "Ok?" He asked half imploring Brad to agree. It was evident that Jack wanted to see this, and knew by way of agreement what would be expected if they did.
"Yeah, fuck yeah!" Brad moaned giving in to his own needful desires, his inhibitions, be they what they may have been, melting away in a second as Jack continued thumbing his prick, Brad still likewise fondling and openly playing with Jack's cock too, and obviously enjoying it as he did.
Though I had heard all this, realizing it, even as Doreen suddenly stood up, quickly kneeling down in front of me, I wasn't quite yet believing it however. Wanting to see her, both Jack and Brad stood, their proud stiff pricks leading the way as they came over to stand on either side of where I was sitting. Doreen now comfortably positioned between my legs there on the grass.
"Hold yourself open for me," Doreen breathed against my cunt. "So they can see how pretty your pussy is while I do this," she stated.
I reached down, holding myself open, somewhat embarrassed in doing so, yet highly aroused at the same time as I glanced up, seeing the two beautiful hard stiff pricks as the boys stood stroking themselves now, Doreen's tongue only then beginning to lap at the hard little nub of my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"That is so ... fucking hot!" Jack stated, watching his wife's tongue dancing about and through the pink wet folds of my split. Looking down, I saw what he did as she pressed her finger tips just beneath it, forcing it to protrude even more fully, more vulnerably as she did so before taking it between her lips sucking it.
"Oh my God!" I moaned involuntarily, just as I felt one of Jack's hands, and then Brad's likewise cupping and playing with my equally aroused nipples. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck ... yes!" I damn near howled at the exquisite sensations I was now feeling. Doreen's sweet flicking tongue, and then Brad's prick-tip as he placed it lovingly against my breast, even slapping it with his hard stiff shaft as he stood next to me. "Do the other one too!" I urged Jack, hotly ... wantonly, my self-consciousness at being so utterly decadent now long since gone. Just feeling their hard pricks rubbing against my tits now as Doreen licked, kissed and sucked my cunt was driving me insane. I was honestly delirious with pleasure now, already the sensation of impending climax was beginning to materialize. Only a few more moments of this, and Doreen's lips, tongue and fingers would soon have me going over the edge.
"Yeah baby, yeah!" Jack urged his wife. "Make her cum now ... make her cum hard!"
The moment he said that, I was.
I lay there pleasurably trying to recover, my body still tingling with the joy of climax, Doreen's words only then beginning to register.
"Well, that's one of us ... now it's your turn," she told her husband. I opened my eyes having heard that. I even watched as she led Brad back over towards his chair by the dick, giggling upon seeing that.
"Careful sweetie," I warned Doreen. "Don't pull on it too much, you'll make him cum before we get to see anything." Doreen laughed, though Brad shot me a teasing disgusted look, though he smiled. Helping him to sit down in his chair, it was then our turn to stand on either side of the boys, Jack already positioning himself on the grass between my hubbies's outstretched legs. Just seeing Brad's stiff penis, the way it seemed to throb expectantly, the head so large, perhaps larger than I had very often seen it as he sat there expectantly. I don't know if this was something Jack would admit to having done before too, or if it fact it had been a while since he had. But Doreen and I both watched with eager anticipation as he suddenly wrapped his fist around Brad's prick, holding it as he then leaned over, engulfing the upper third of my husband's shaft within his mouth, sucking it.
Brad groaned, unable to do anything else, obviously it felt good, and even more so I as then reached down, tweaking my husband's nipples between my fingers, something I knew he enjoyed my doing whenever he was feeling his pleasures. See that, Doreen joined me, soon doing the same to his other one as we watched rapturously, seeing Jack, our dear friend and neighbor, obviously enjoying himself as he slowly stroked and softly sucked my husband's prick.
It was an odd thing for me. I had on more than one occasion, watched myself, sucking my husband off in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Here however, I was watching someone else as they did it, not to mention in being his best friend Jack who now was. Unashamedly, I reached down, my still somewhat sensitive clit too tender to touch, though my fingers began slipping in and out of my very wet split, fingering myself once again unabashedly.
"Turn you on to see your husband's cock getting sucked by another man?" Brad asked, his eyes clearly full of lust as he sat watching me finger myself, just as Doreen began doing too. And though he watched us, he spent equal time looking down, watching his prick disappear in and out of Jack's mouth as his friend sucked him, licked him, and gently rolled his balls within the palm of his hand.
"That's so fucking naughty hot!" Doreen mewled hotly, her fingers pinching her clit as she spread herself, clearly revealed, and then pulled it between the two only inches away from my husband's face. "You see what watching you is doing to me?" she asked. Even I had to look at that, the wondrous expression in my own face as this creamy nectar like juice began flowing out of my best friend's cunt. She gathered up a bit of her essence with two fingers, holding it like poi as she then fed it to Brad. He tasted her, sucking her fingers as she again dipped, scooping out another honeyed mouthful, and then giving it to me. I too licked, sucked, and cleaned off her lubricated fingers, savoring the taste of my best friend's sweet tasty cum cream.
"Fuck man ... I'm getting close!" Brad warned a few minutes later. It was evident he was, the strained look on his face, the almost glassy-eyed pleasure as he fought against the inevitable.
Even Jack looked up expectantly, wondering if he'd performed well enough. I was surprised when Doreen shook her head no. "All the way baby ... same as I did," she told him. I made her cum with my mouth, now ... in all fairness, you have to do the same."
Even Brad seemed surprised at that, expecting her to let Jack off the hook perhaps, but without any further hesitation, Jack once again surrounded my husband's cock, sucking it with renewed interest, his hand likewise pumping his shaft bringing Brad closer and closer to his pleasure.
"Fuck dude! I'm gonna shoot!" I watched as my husband arched his back to some degree, his ass actually coming up out of the chair. For a second Jack quit sucking, though his hand continued to pump, his cheeks suddenly billowing out, and Doreen and I both knew, Brad's prick was indeed filling his friends mouth with his hot fresh cream.
"Don't swallow!" Doreen cried out surprising everyone. "Give it to me!"
My best friend certainly had a wild side, I'd seen it enough times before, though perhaps never quite to the same extent I was seeing it tonight. But even this was wickedly erotic, hearing her desire, and then seeing it as having finally drained my husband's cock, Jack stood, his mouth full of Brad's spunk, and then kissing his wife, slowly allowing Brad's sperm to flow from his mouth into hers as she took it, only then swallowing, her hand already reaching down to grab onto his prick as they stood there together, stroking it.
"Fuck!" Brad moaned, the obvious pleasured exhaustion in his tone of voice, though marveling at the wickedly devilish act we both witnessed. "Unfucking believable!" he then added, which I could only agree with, shaking my head.
"I guess that means I'm up!" I announced, to which Doreen laughed.
"As is Jack," she said still holding on to his massively hard prick. "So boys ... what is it you'd like to see or do now?" she asked. "Some more pussy licking? Cunt fucking? What?" Even I could hear how turned on Doreen was, her tone having gone from naughty sounding, to pure lust in an instant. Even as she said that, she had buried her fingers back inside her cunt once again, openly frigging herself as we all stood there watching her.
I looked over towards Brad, wondering at that moment what was going on in his mind. "Whatever you'd like," he said looking at me. "No matter what," he then added seriously. "We're with friends here, the best of friends, so as far as I'm concerned honey ... the sky's the limit!"
"A little conference then please?" Doreen suggested, "While we discuss this?" she said. "And why don't you two do the same then, oh ... and pour us some of those margarita's while we all take a break for a minute."
I let Doreen draw me off to one side, out of earshot from the boys, even then she still hadn't quit touching herself. I had seen Doreen aroused, horny before of course, but never like this. "All right Doreen, spill it, what's going on inside of that naughty, kinky, dirty minded head of yours?" I asked.
She grinned almost evilly. "Before I tell you what I'm thinking of, I have a question to ask you. And please ... be honest with me when I do," she said. Curious, I agreed. After all we'd been through together so far, I couldn't imagine holding much back from her.
"Shoot!"
"Have you and Brad ever had anal sex before?"
The intimacy of her question surprised me, but after everything we'd been through so far tonight, holding back now seemed silly. "A few times, yes. Why?"
"Do you enjoy it when you do?" she asked without answering my question. "Or do you just do it for Brad?" she pressed.
I did feel my face growing red, but I answered her honestly. "No ... I really do enjoy it, not something we do all the time mind you, but yes Doreen ... I do. So again, I'll ask you ... why?"
"We haven't," she confessed, which for some reason surprised me. As open minded, certainly more so than I was, hearing her say this had taken me totally by surprise. "He's always wanted to, but I've always been afraid to myself," she continued by way of explanation. "We've even tried to do it, but I just can't seem to relax enough to accommodate him, to allow it."
"Why are you asking me this?" I then asked, now really curious as to where this was all going.
"Because there's something else I've always wanted to see too," she then told me. "You know how I told you I do have that strap on I purchased a while back?"
"Yeah?" I grinned. "So?"
"Well, I've actually fucked Jack with it," she told me, another revelation that burned an immediate image inside my head.
"No shit! Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
"Fuck, I wouldn't mind seeing something like that myself!" I openly admitted, once again aroused by the prospect of seeing it.
"Ok then, how about this one?" Doreen ventured. "Though I guess a lot of it will depend on how the guys might feel about it, but what I'd really like to see them do now ... is this."
Doreen told me what she'd love to see, my mouth agape, hanging open as she did, even as the boys approached us, fresh margaritas in hand. They could tell we'd been discussing something as they drew near.
"Ah oh ... now we're in for it!" Brad mused curiously, handing me my drink, which I damn near swallowed in one gulp. See this, he turned towards Jack. "Like I said..."
We had sat sipping our drinks taking a break while I likewise digested what it was that Doreen had asked me, and then suggested. Had it not been for the high level of arousal I was in, I might have said no to it, but the more I sat there, thinking about it, seeing my husband's prick stiffen once again, along with looking at Jack's, I finally made up my mind.
"Let's do it," I whispered a few minutes later, "provided they're willing of course." Doreen smiled knowingly.
"Oh, there's no problem with Jack, trust me," she winked. "It will depend entirely on your husband, if he'll be willing to do it," she then told me. I thought about that for only a moment.
"No problem, I know how to get him to agree to anything," I then said. "You know Stacy and Ken, the gal that handles all the billing and invoicing for them?"
"Oh yeah, that cute little blonde with the enormous tits? You mean that one?" she laughed openly. "Which I honestly believe is one of the reasons the two of them hired her, why do you ask?" I laughed in agreement with that, though Stacy really was a whiz around the office, having kept things far more orderly than anyone else they had ever had.
"On fantasy night..."
"Fantasy night?"
"Never mind ... I'll tell you about that another time," I said heading her off. "Anyway ... we have a night, we call fantasy night. And on that night, we can tell, share, confess any of our darkest deepest desires with one another, and pretend if we want to even, to be someone else, or talk about someone else ... openly, without reservation. So anyway ... Brad told me on one of those nights how he'd actually stumbled into the bathroom at the main shop, especially since they only have the one there. Anyway, he thought that Stacy had gone out to lunch, not knowing she was still there. So he goes in to use the bathroom, and you know how that silly lock on the door is, one hard little push, and it opens anyway."
"Yeah, noticed that myself once," Doreen remembered as someone had likewise inadvertently opened the door on her once too. "Go on..."
"Anyway, so he opens the door, and there she is, sitting on the john, only the lids closed, she's just using it for a seat, she's got her legs spread wide open, and she's using this vibrator on herself, doesn't even realize for a second that poor Brad is standing there looking at her."
"Oh my God, that's too fucking funny! Then what happened?"
Finally, she realizes he's standing there, except she doesn't freak out, come all unglued or anything like that. A little embarrassed by it yes, but she doesn't jump up or try to hide what it was she was doing either. Brad apologizes, backs out and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she comes out, a pleasured smile on her face. Obviously, she finished doing what she'd gone in there to do in the first place. Later on, when Brad came to ask her about one of the client bills that was still pending, she asks him if that had made him nervous, or upset him any. Telling him she hoped it hadn't, as she and Ken had a pretty open marriage. It seems that they have partied and played with a few other couples themselves. Which he told me all about of course that night, long before the four of us even did anything ourselves. Anyway, he'd mentioned it as something to think about, should we ever decide we might want to. Needless to say, I know he'd love to stick his dick in her cunt ... so, having said that." I grinned at Doreen.
Once again Doreen laughed. "Well, we'll use that perhaps, but only if we have too. I think, we'll get them to go along with it without having to resort to that, though it's certainly something for us to discuss at a later time, not to mention I want to hear more about these fantasy nights of yours," she said winking at me. "But I think, after all this, we'll let Jack actually do the convincing himself, trust me," she added smiling.
"So ... you two ready for some more fun?" Jack asked hopefully, not yet having gotten his own rocks off yet, his prick, though somewhat flaccid at the moment, looked on the verge of already beginning to stiffen again at the mere mention of that.
"We certainly are," Doreen smiled wickedly. "And there's something that Cindy and I have discussed as what we'd both like to see and do, provided you two are as well of course."
"Which is?" Brad asked curiously, though I noticed that his cock too had suddenly seemed to express its own interest.
"Well, the one thing I've never been able to do yet, and something that Jack has always wanted to do, is fuck my ass. Obviously, Cindy and Brad have before ... several times."
"You have?" Jack said spinning towards Brad. "You lucky fuck you! Damn!" Brad grinned sheepishly.
"Anyway, here's the deal here. Cindy's agreed to let Jack have her ass, but only if Jack's willing to let Steve have his."
"What? Excuse me? You wanna run that one by me again?" Brad stated incredulously. As Doreen knew it would be, Jack immediately jumped in.
"Brad, buddy, listen up for a minute," Jack urged his friend. "Doreen's fucked me several times with her strap on, and to be honest about it, I like it! It feels damn fucking good, especially if she's jerking me off with her hand at the same time. So ... having a real cock in my ass wouldn't be any big deal to me, provided you're ok with it," he then stated. "So I wouldn't mind it at all ... if you don't. And I'd finally get to feel what it's like myself ... at least once!" Jack half begged his friend.
"As a matter of fact," Doreen said grinning. "Play with them a little right now, make sure my nipples are all nice and hard before we walk out there, so they'll be sticking nice and straight against the tee shirt. That way, neither one of them should fail to see the change on the tee shirt I'm wearing."
We stood inside the kitchen, the guy's just outside through the sliding glass door on the patio. If either one of them would have looked back inside the house, they'd have seen me standing there in front of Doreen, her now exposed tits in my hands as I stood thumbing her twin points into nice-sized little gum drops.
"Fuck that feels good!" Doreen moaned as we stood there. "I'm half tempted to blow the two of them off and just lay you right down on the table here and dive into that sweet looking pussy of yours!"
"Doreen!" I exclaimed, surprised at her forwardness, yet turned on by it as well. The image of her suddenly doing so, not at all a turn off, or suddenly out of the question either. Already, I could feel the moisture of my arousal beginning to gather between my legs. Doreen laughed, finally stepping back, forcing me to reluctantly release her breasts as she settled her tee shirt back down, now covering her breasts once again. Sure enough however, her nipples were easily seen as they pressed against the tightly stretched material of her shirt.
"Let's go give them something to think about," she told me. And with that, we carried out a pitcher of Margarita's we'd made up for after dinner along with the glasses, and some fresh limes. "Hmm, I have another idea," she said winking. But before I could ask her what that was, she had opened the sliding glass door, stepping out onto the patio.
It took all of two seconds for the boys to notice Doreen's hard stiff nipples, and only a second more for Jack to comment on her shirt, seeing the change we had written on it.
"Hey! What do you mean her tits?" He feigned displeasure in reading, though he was smiling a mile wide as he said that.
Doreen smiled back. "Oh like you wouldn't mind seeing that," she teased him, getting an immediate nod of the head from both our husbands. Doreen then reached down pulling her shirt entirely up and over her head, now standing there topless as she turned towards me. "Like the shirt says Cindy, tonight ... they're all yours!"
The look on the boy's faces was priceless, especially as I stepped towards her, once again taking her firm full breasts within my hands, cupping them, and then just as I'd done inside the kitchen, fingering and playfully flipping those two twin little pointed peaks. The boys continued to sit there staring at this, grinning as though they were two kids who'd just been given Cart Blanche to take anything they wanted from the candy store. Which was especially the case as I surprised Doreen, along with myself as I leaned over, suddenly capturing one of those hard little nubbins between my lips and began sucking on it.
"Holy fuck!" Brad moaned audibly, appreciatively as I did so.
"Ditto that!" Jack now added, actually reaching down into his shorts, forced to suddenly reposition himself. "More! More!" he called out as Brad too quickly joined him, urging us both to continue.
"I bet you'd really enjoy seeing that wouldn't you?" Doreen now teased, seeing an opening here. She quickly looked towards me, but I'm sure the look in my own eyes told her I was game for whatever here, especially if we managed to get the boys to open up to us about their own naughty little escapades in the shop earlier.
"You fucking know it!" He stated, his hand still buried beneath the waistband of his bushman's shorts.
"I dunno Cindy, what do you think? Tit for tat maybe?" I took the cue from her, smiling.
"Sounds fair to me," I replied looking over at the two boys, one hand dropping to run sensually downwards between Doreen's legs, feeling her spread them slightly as she stood there. "I guess it depends on how badly they really want to see it."
"You want me to show you how badly I'd love to see something like that?" Jack mused, threatening to expose himself fully as he undid his zipper pulling it down.
"I've seen it before," Doreen said shooting him down, letting him know as she said that, that it wasn't quite good enough. "But I wouldn't mind seeing Brad's stiff prick a little more clearly," she added. He looked at me as Doreen spoke, waiting. I winked, telling him in an instant it was more than ok.
Brad had never been shy, unlike myself until I was actually aroused, but he knew just by the expression on my face I was well on the way to being there. Faster than I would have thought possible, he stood, unzipping and then dropping his pants, his erection already poking clearly through the opening in his boxer shorts. "You mean something like this?" he asked proudly, his member about as stiff and hard as I'd ever seen it.
"Better," Doreen said. She then reached over, unbuttoning my blouse, removing my bra as the boys sat there watching her tantalizing little strip tease. She now began playing with my breasts, likewise leaning over to fondle, suckle and tenderly nip at them as I stood there.
"Man, that's fucking hot!" Jack announced, long ago having taken his own rigid prick out of his pants, openly sitting there fondling himself.
"More! More!" Brad quipped once again, now doing the same.
"That would require some more tit for tat," I jumped in suggesting, much to Doreen's amusement that I had said something before she did.
Cock's out, the boys looked confused, looking at us and then back and forth at one another. "What do you mean?" Jack questioned.
"Oh, I don't know," Doreen began as though thinking about it. "I guess that depends on what you two want to see. Obviously, we'd expect something in return for whatever it is you'd like to see us do."
"Like what?" Brad asked a bit nervously now.
"Simple really," Doreen pressed. "We'll do ... whatever you're willing to do ... with each other."
Once again the looks on their faces was priceless. I'd only seen Brad's face turn that crimson a time or two before now. Doreen used that moment of indecision to reach down, fumbling only briefly with the catch on my own shorts, undoing, and then unzipping them. Almost immediately they fell down around my ankles, leaving me to stand there in the briefest of now very wet thongs, her hand suddenly slipping beneath the waistband where her fingers now touched, teasing me for the first time. I actually found myself holding my breath for a moment, the unexpected pleasure intense as she quickly located my precious clit and began stroking it.
No doubt it wasn't only having an effect on me, but certainly on the guys as well. And though they really couldn't see anything with her hand hidden away beneath the material, it was certainly obvious that she truly was fingering my pussy.
Once again Doreen turned facing our husbands. "Well? You want us to continue or is this all you really want to see?" she then asked. "Up to you two ... but I know for a fact, Jack honey..." she said grinning at him, "Wouldn't have a problem with doing this to Brad, would you honey?"
Once again both men looked back and forth between one another sheepishly. I slipped my hand beneath Doreen's panties, now fingering her quim in the exact way she was now fingering mine. "Up to you now baby," I told Brad. "Or is that something you're just not willing to do for me?" I asked, wondering now what his response was going to be, especially as Doreen and I both knew, they had already done that much together at least. I was pleased when Brad actually responded a moment later.
"Well ... in fact, we already have!" He announced, surprising me that he'd admitted it, especially when Jack just smiled, nodding his head in agreement.
"Yeah, Brad lost a bet this morning," he proclaimed by way of explanation, and then continued on. "I bet him that by inserting a dowel in the curved leg rest of the chair, it would actually make it stronger, and we could then lengthen it, giving the legs more strength and then extending them farther, than we'd done in the original design. Brad didn't think it would work, so he took the bet ... and lost obviously, even after I told him if he lost, he'd owe me a hand job!"
It was now out, Doreen and I both laughing suddenly. "Oh what I'd love to have seen that," she said, still pretending that we hadn't. "So ... Brad had to jerk you off then did he?" Doreen pressed wanting to hear all of it. "And then what happened?"
Brad looked over towards me for some sign that I wasn't upset or angry with him for having done so, which I gave him with another wink. "Did doing that make you horny too baby?" I asked. "Have you ever played with another man's cock before like that?" I now added curiously.
"Couple times ... you know, curious explorations, fooling around sort of stuff, years ago, but no ... nothing else really," he then added, though blushing now even more so than he had been. Part of which, I now knew wasn't just from embarrassment either. Brad was horny. And I knew it.
"But obviously, since you did ... doing it again for us now shouldn't be all that big of a deal now should it?" Doreen interjected, seizing the moment. "Especially if you'd like to really see what we're doing here, up close and personal now would you?" Doreen then pulled her panties completely off, with me once again following suit, though neither one of us made any motion to take up where we'd left off, just standing there in the nude now waiting for their response.
"No different than this morning," Jack offered looking at his best friend. "I'm game ... if you are."
"Tit for tat?" Brad asked looking at us, his cock all swollen and angry looking. I could tell that just the little bit he'd seen had him extremely aroused and horny.
"Tit for tat," I assured him, not even realizing I had placed one of my hands back on Doreen's boob as I stood there playing with it. It must have been the additional incentive he'd needed however, as he quickly agreed upon seeing me do that.
With a nod of her head in the direction of our chairs, we immediately placed them side-by-side, facing the boys. Collapsing two of the arm rests, as they'd been designed to do so, actually turning the two chairs into a small couch, we then sat, legs thrown over one another, hands suddenly crossing over to explore one another between the legs.
"This what you had in mind?" Doreen asked as I felt her fingers once again probing, exploring, and teasing me, just as I likewise began doing to her.
Without a required word, Brad and Jack got up, likewise fixing their two chairs together facing us in the same fashion, though they quickly took off the rest of their own clothing before doing so. Each one now sitting there with their nice hard stiff pricks clearly revealed. I didn't realize just how erotic it was to watch, or how hot it became when Jack reached over, wrapping his hand around Brad's dick, as he moments later likewise then did the same to Jack. They began fondling one another openly as they watched Doreen and I doing the same. The feel of her finger tickling my clit was enhanced by the visual stimulation of seeing Jack's fist casually pumping my husband's cock up and down, going so far as to even squeezing it. As he did, producing a nice thick droplet of precum fuck juice, which he then smeared around Brad's bulbous, swollen head. Brad moaned, involuntarily closing his eyes momentarily. It was for me one of the most erotic, sensual things I had ever seen Brad do before, and I nearly came because of it.
We sat playing like this for quite some time. It was clearly evident we were all highly aroused, the slick, slippery sounds coming from each one of us giving testimony to that.
"God baby ... lick her, lick her for me," Jack half begged. "Let me see you lick Cindy's cunt ... please!"
"Tit for tat?" Doreen asked hopefully. Jack looked briefly at Brad. "Ok?" He asked half imploring Brad to agree. It was evident that Jack wanted to see this, and knew by way of agreement what would be expected if they did.
"Yeah, fuck yeah!" Brad moaned giving in to his own needful desires, his inhibitions, be they what they may have been, melting away in a second as Jack continued thumbing his prick, Brad still likewise fondling and openly playing with Jack's cock too, and obviously enjoying it as he did.
Though I had heard all this, realizing it, even as Doreen suddenly stood up, quickly kneeling down in front of me, I wasn't quite yet believing it however. Wanting to see her, both Jack and Brad stood, their proud stiff pricks leading the way as they came over to stand on either side of where I was sitting. Doreen now comfortably positioned between my legs there on the grass.
"Hold yourself open for me," Doreen breathed against my cunt. "So they can see how pretty your pussy is while I do this," she stated.
I reached down, holding myself open, somewhat embarrassed in doing so, yet highly aroused at the same time as I glanced up, seeing the two beautiful hard stiff pricks as the boys stood stroking themselves now, Doreen's tongue only then beginning to lap at the hard little nub of my clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
"That is so ... fucking hot!" Jack stated, watching his wife's tongue dancing about and through the pink wet folds of my split. Looking down, I saw what he did as she pressed her finger tips just beneath it, forcing it to protrude even more fully, more vulnerably as she did so before taking it between her lips sucking it.
"Oh my God!" I moaned involuntarily, just as I felt one of Jack's hands, and then Brad's likewise cupping and playing with my equally aroused nipples. "Yes! Yes! Oh fuck ... yes!" I damn near howled at the exquisite sensations I was now feeling. Doreen's sweet flicking tongue, and then Brad's prick-tip as he placed it lovingly against my breast, even slapping it with his hard stiff shaft as he stood next to me. "Do the other one too!" I urged Jack, hotly ... wantonly, my self-consciousness at being so utterly decadent now long since gone. Just feeling their hard pricks rubbing against my tits now as Doreen licked, kissed and sucked my cunt was driving me insane. I was honestly delirious with pleasure now, already the sensation of impending climax was beginning to materialize. Only a few more moments of this, and Doreen's lips, tongue and fingers would soon have me going over the edge.
"Yeah baby, yeah!" Jack urged his wife. "Make her cum now ... make her cum hard!"
The moment he said that, I was.
I lay there pleasurably trying to recover, my body still tingling with the joy of climax, Doreen's words only then beginning to register.
"Well, that's one of us ... now it's your turn," she told her husband. I opened my eyes having heard that. I even watched as she led Brad back over towards his chair by the dick, giggling upon seeing that.
"Careful sweetie," I warned Doreen. "Don't pull on it too much, you'll make him cum before we get to see anything." Doreen laughed, though Brad shot me a teasing disgusted look, though he smiled. Helping him to sit down in his chair, it was then our turn to stand on either side of the boys, Jack already positioning himself on the grass between my hubbies's outstretched legs. Just seeing Brad's stiff penis, the way it seemed to throb expectantly, the head so large, perhaps larger than I had very often seen it as he sat there expectantly. I don't know if this was something Jack would admit to having done before too, or if it fact it had been a while since he had. But Doreen and I both watched with eager anticipation as he suddenly wrapped his fist around Brad's prick, holding it as he then leaned over, engulfing the upper third of my husband's shaft within his mouth, sucking it.
Brad groaned, unable to do anything else, obviously it felt good, and even more so I as then reached down, tweaking my husband's nipples between my fingers, something I knew he enjoyed my doing whenever he was feeling his pleasures. See that, Doreen joined me, soon doing the same to his other one as we watched rapturously, seeing Jack, our dear friend and neighbor, obviously enjoying himself as he slowly stroked and softly sucked my husband's prick.
It was an odd thing for me. I had on more than one occasion, watched myself, sucking my husband off in the full-length mirror in our bedroom. Here however, I was watching someone else as they did it, not to mention in being his best friend Jack who now was. Unashamedly, I reached down, my still somewhat sensitive clit too tender to touch, though my fingers began slipping in and out of my very wet split, fingering myself once again unabashedly.
"Turn you on to see your husband's cock getting sucked by another man?" Brad asked, his eyes clearly full of lust as he sat watching me finger myself, just as Doreen began doing too. And though he watched us, he spent equal time looking down, watching his prick disappear in and out of Jack's mouth as his friend sucked him, licked him, and gently rolled his balls within the palm of his hand.
"That's so fucking naughty hot!" Doreen mewled hotly, her fingers pinching her clit as she spread herself, clearly revealed, and then pulled it between the two only inches away from my husband's face. "You see what watching you is doing to me?" she asked. Even I had to look at that, the wondrous expression in my own face as this creamy nectar like juice began flowing out of my best friend's cunt. She gathered up a bit of her essence with two fingers, holding it like poi as she then fed it to Brad. He tasted her, sucking her fingers as she again dipped, scooping out another honeyed mouthful, and then giving it to me. I too licked, sucked, and cleaned off her lubricated fingers, savoring the taste of my best friend's sweet tasty cum cream.
"Fuck man ... I'm getting close!" Brad warned a few minutes later. It was evident he was, the strained look on his face, the almost glassy-eyed pleasure as he fought against the inevitable.
Even Jack looked up expectantly, wondering if he'd performed well enough. I was surprised when Doreen shook her head no. "All the way baby ... same as I did," she told him. I made her cum with my mouth, now ... in all fairness, you have to do the same."
Even Brad seemed surprised at that, expecting her to let Jack off the hook perhaps, but without any further hesitation, Jack once again surrounded my husband's cock, sucking it with renewed interest, his hand likewise pumping his shaft bringing Brad closer and closer to his pleasure.
"Fuck dude! I'm gonna shoot!" I watched as my husband arched his back to some degree, his ass actually coming up out of the chair. For a second Jack quit sucking, though his hand continued to pump, his cheeks suddenly billowing out, and Doreen and I both knew, Brad's prick was indeed filling his friends mouth with his hot fresh cream.
"Don't swallow!" Doreen cried out surprising everyone. "Give it to me!"
My best friend certainly had a wild side, I'd seen it enough times before, though perhaps never quite to the same extent I was seeing it tonight. But even this was wickedly erotic, hearing her desire, and then seeing it as having finally drained my husband's cock, Jack stood, his mouth full of Brad's spunk, and then kissing his wife, slowly allowing Brad's sperm to flow from his mouth into hers as she took it, only then swallowing, her hand already reaching down to grab onto his prick as they stood there together, stroking it.
"Fuck!" Brad moaned, the obvious pleasured exhaustion in his tone of voice, though marveling at the wickedly devilish act we both witnessed. "Unfucking believable!" he then added, which I could only agree with, shaking my head.
"I guess that means I'm up!" I announced, to which Doreen laughed.
"As is Jack," she said still holding on to his massively hard prick. "So boys ... what is it you'd like to see or do now?" she asked. "Some more pussy licking? Cunt fucking? What?" Even I could hear how turned on Doreen was, her tone having gone from naughty sounding, to pure lust in an instant. Even as she said that, she had buried her fingers back inside her cunt once again, openly frigging herself as we all stood there watching her.
I looked over towards Brad, wondering at that moment what was going on in his mind. "Whatever you'd like," he said looking at me. "No matter what," he then added seriously. "We're with friends here, the best of friends, so as far as I'm concerned honey ... the sky's the limit!"
"A little conference then please?" Doreen suggested, "While we discuss this?" she said. "And why don't you two do the same then, oh ... and pour us some of those margarita's while we all take a break for a minute."
I let Doreen draw me off to one side, out of earshot from the boys, even then she still hadn't quit touching herself. I had seen Doreen aroused, horny before of course, but never like this. "All right Doreen, spill it, what's going on inside of that naughty, kinky, dirty minded head of yours?" I asked.
She grinned almost evilly. "Before I tell you what I'm thinking of, I have a question to ask you. And please ... be honest with me when I do," she said. Curious, I agreed. After all we'd been through together so far, I couldn't imagine holding much back from her.
"Shoot!"
"Have you and Brad ever had anal sex before?"
The intimacy of her question surprised me, but after everything we'd been through so far tonight, holding back now seemed silly. "A few times, yes. Why?"
"Do you enjoy it when you do?" she asked without answering my question. "Or do you just do it for Brad?" she pressed.
I did feel my face growing red, but I answered her honestly. "No ... I really do enjoy it, not something we do all the time mind you, but yes Doreen ... I do. So again, I'll ask you ... why?"
"We haven't," she confessed, which for some reason surprised me. As open minded, certainly more so than I was, hearing her say this had taken me totally by surprise. "He's always wanted to, but I've always been afraid to myself," she continued by way of explanation. "We've even tried to do it, but I just can't seem to relax enough to accommodate him, to allow it."
"Why are you asking me this?" I then asked, now really curious as to where this was all going.
"Because there's something else I've always wanted to see too," she then told me. "You know how I told you I do have that strap on I purchased a while back?"
"Yeah?" I grinned. "So?"
"Well, I've actually fucked Jack with it," she told me, another revelation that burned an immediate image inside my head.
"No shit! Seriously?"
"Seriously!"
"Fuck, I wouldn't mind seeing something like that myself!" I openly admitted, once again aroused by the prospect of seeing it.
"Ok then, how about this one?" Doreen ventured. "Though I guess a lot of it will depend on how the guys might feel about it, but what I'd really like to see them do now ... is this."
Doreen told me what she'd love to see, my mouth agape, hanging open as she did, even as the boys approached us, fresh margaritas in hand. They could tell we'd been discussing something as they drew near.
"Ah oh ... now we're in for it!" Brad mused curiously, handing me my drink, which I damn near swallowed in one gulp. See this, he turned towards Jack. "Like I said..."
We had sat sipping our drinks taking a break while I likewise digested what it was that Doreen had asked me, and then suggested. Had it not been for the high level of arousal I was in, I might have said no to it, but the more I sat there, thinking about it, seeing my husband's prick stiffen once again, along with looking at Jack's, I finally made up my mind.
"Let's do it," I whispered a few minutes later, "provided they're willing of course." Doreen smiled knowingly.
"Oh, there's no problem with Jack, trust me," she winked. "It will depend entirely on your husband, if he'll be willing to do it," she then told me. I thought about that for only a moment.
"No problem, I know how to get him to agree to anything," I then said. "You know Stacy and Ken, the gal that handles all the billing and invoicing for them?"
"Oh yeah, that cute little blonde with the enormous tits? You mean that one?" she laughed openly. "Which I honestly believe is one of the reasons the two of them hired her, why do you ask?" I laughed in agreement with that, though Stacy really was a whiz around the office, having kept things far more orderly than anyone else they had ever had.
"On fantasy night..."
"Fantasy night?"
"Never mind ... I'll tell you about that another time," I said heading her off. "Anyway ... we have a night, we call fantasy night. And on that night, we can tell, share, confess any of our darkest deepest desires with one another, and pretend if we want to even, to be someone else, or talk about someone else ... openly, without reservation. So anyway ... Brad told me on one of those nights how he'd actually stumbled into the bathroom at the main shop, especially since they only have the one there. Anyway, he thought that Stacy had gone out to lunch, not knowing she was still there. So he goes in to use the bathroom, and you know how that silly lock on the door is, one hard little push, and it opens anyway."
"Yeah, noticed that myself once," Doreen remembered as someone had likewise inadvertently opened the door on her once too. "Go on..."
"Anyway, so he opens the door, and there she is, sitting on the john, only the lids closed, she's just using it for a seat, she's got her legs spread wide open, and she's using this vibrator on herself, doesn't even realize for a second that poor Brad is standing there looking at her."
"Oh my God, that's too fucking funny! Then what happened?"
Finally, she realizes he's standing there, except she doesn't freak out, come all unglued or anything like that. A little embarrassed by it yes, but she doesn't jump up or try to hide what it was she was doing either. Brad apologizes, backs out and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later, she comes out, a pleasured smile on her face. Obviously, she finished doing what she'd gone in there to do in the first place. Later on, when Brad came to ask her about one of the client bills that was still pending, she asks him if that had made him nervous, or upset him any. Telling him she hoped it hadn't, as she and Ken had a pretty open marriage. It seems that they have partied and played with a few other couples themselves. Which he told me all about of course that night, long before the four of us even did anything ourselves. Anyway, he'd mentioned it as something to think about, should we ever decide we might want to. Needless to say, I know he'd love to stick his dick in her cunt ... so, having said that." I grinned at Doreen.
Once again Doreen laughed. "Well, we'll use that perhaps, but only if we have too. I think, we'll get them to go along with it without having to resort to that, though it's certainly something for us to discuss at a later time, not to mention I want to hear more about these fantasy nights of yours," she said winking at me. "But I think, after all this, we'll let Jack actually do the convincing himself, trust me," she added smiling.
"So ... you two ready for some more fun?" Jack asked hopefully, not yet having gotten his own rocks off yet, his prick, though somewhat flaccid at the moment, looked on the verge of already beginning to stiffen again at the mere mention of that.
"We certainly are," Doreen smiled wickedly. "And there's something that Cindy and I have discussed as what we'd both like to see and do, provided you two are as well of course."
"Which is?" Brad asked curiously, though I noticed that his cock too had suddenly seemed to express its own interest.
"Well, the one thing I've never been able to do yet, and something that Jack has always wanted to do, is fuck my ass. Obviously, Cindy and Brad have before ... several times."
"You have?" Jack said spinning towards Brad. "You lucky fuck you! Damn!" Brad grinned sheepishly.
"Anyway, here's the deal here. Cindy's agreed to let Jack have her ass, but only if Jack's willing to let Steve have his."
"What? Excuse me? You wanna run that one by me again?" Brad stated incredulously. As Doreen knew it would be, Jack immediately jumped in.
"Brad, buddy, listen up for a minute," Jack urged his friend. "Doreen's fucked me several times with her strap on, and to be honest about it, I like it! It feels damn fucking good, especially if she's jerking me off with her hand at the same time. So ... having a real cock in my ass wouldn't be any big deal to me, provided you're ok with it," he then stated. "So I wouldn't mind it at all ... if you don't. And I'd finally get to feel what it's like myself ... at least once!" Jack half begged his friend.
