A Rainy Day in Paradise (fm:swingers, 29728 words)

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"Hey Tristan, you gotta buy me dinner first," Mina joked.

"It was a typo!" I quickly responded.

"Freudian slip is more like it!" Chris replied.

"Monotony, monotony!" I insisted.

Lisa: "Wait, you're saying your monogamous life with Annie is monotonous?"

Only my dear, sweet wife Annie refrained from cracking a joke at my expense.

***

Annie had a weird energy that night.

"Okay, spit it out," I said as we lay in bed together.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"Tell me whatever it is that's got you so distracted tonight. You spent dinner staring at the wall behind me. I mean, it's a nice wall and all, but I'm fairly certain it can't compete with my boyish good looks."

Annie blushed. "I've just been... thinking about stuff." She placed a hand on my knee and asked, "Do you wish we hadn't met when we were eighteen?"

"What?" I laughed. "Annie, you're the love of my life! Why would you even ask that?"

"No, no, you're taking it wrong. I know you love me, you're my perfect Prince Charming, that's not what I mean."

"Okay, then what?"

She took a deep breath and sighed, "I just mean, I'm the only girl you ever got to do, you know, ‘sexy' stuff with. Do you maybe wish that you'd met me, like, our third year of college instead of our first week? After you'd had a chance to sow your wild oats and stuff? After you'd had a bunch of wild, one-night stands with a parade of beautiful coeds?"

I laughed, "I think you're overestimating my teenage seduction skills, honey - wait, is this still about that text message? That wasn't me, that was autocorrect!"

"I know, I know! It's just, you know me, I overanalyze. I wonder about this stuff, sometimes. Reading that text, even though you didn't actually type it, made me feel guilty. It's like I robbed you of some fundamental male right of passage when I swooped in and snatched you up at such a tender young age."

"I was your first, too," I smiled. "I could say the same thing about you never getting to date other guys."

She turned deep red. "Ha! I'm way too shy and socially awkward."

"Shy, socially awkward, and sexy as hell. Rawwwr..."

I leaned in and tickled her, prompting a squeal of giggles until she finally rolled on top of me and pinned my hands against the headboard. From my new position, I couldn't help but admire the way Annie's breasts swayed beneath her shirt.

"You still haven't answered my question," she insisted. "Be honest: are you disappointed that you only ever had sex with one woman?"

I sighed. Where was she going with this?

Annie and I had been nerdy, late bloomers in high school, with repressively religious parents. We both had zero experience in the romance department, barely going further than kissing a member of the opposite sex until well past our eighteenth birthdays.

Then, just one week into our first semester of college, Annie and I met at a study group and sparks flew.

The first thing I noticed about Annie was how impossibly goddamn cute she was. She had eyes a bit too big for her face ("anime eyes," she called them), a little upturned nose, a dusting of freckles on her dimpled cheeks, and vibrant red hair that glowed like a sunset whenever it caught the light. I was instantly smitten.

We had been each other's first everything: first serious relationship, first real sex, and first true love. Everyone told me I was crazy for proposing so young, at just twenty one, but I couldn't imagine a life with anyone but Annie.

I never regretted it, either. She was my angel.

Sex was something we invented for each other, mutually discovered amidst a storm of young love and hormones. Learning as we went. No guidebook, not prior experience, no mentors.

Now, after more than seven years together-including four years of marriage-we'd both earned Ph.D.s in each other's bodies. We had sex down to a science. But, as great as it was to be an expert in pleasing my woman, I was sometimes nostalgic for those early thrills of passionate discovery; of everything feeling new.

"Well?" she asked again. "Do you wish you'd had the chance to be with other women before we met?"

My stomach tightened. How was I supposed to answer that?

"No," I said, maybe trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to reassure my wife, "of course not."

Annie gave me a short nod and a quick kiss goodnight.

"Everything okay, honey?" I asked.

"Of course. Everything's fine," she said. Then she rolled over and went to sleep.

If you're not a married man, you may not understand how the word "fine" can, in fact, be the most frustrating word in the English language. This is because, when a woman says the word "fine" to her husband, the definition of the word changes from Merriam-Webster's "perfectly satisfactory" to the following:

"Fine. Adj. Describes an instance wherein a husband has done something to upset his wife, but he doesn't know what the fuck it is."

Like I said, I love Annie with all my heart. I do NOT love her habit of saying "fine" and then immediately going to sleep, leaving my chronically-anxious brain wide awake into the wee hours, doing mental halftime replays of our every interaction since the dawn of time, trying to figure out what I could have possibly said or done wrong.

Chapter 2: Silver Lining

It was pouring rain when our plane touched down in the tropics. Some freak change in weather had unexpectedly manifested a biblical downpour, just in time for our long-awaited "Summer Friend-cation." The fifteen-foot sprint from our Lyft to the front porch of the vacation rental left us soaked to the bone. So much for a sunny week in paradise.

The door opened, and Annie and I both brightened as our friend Mina welcomed us inside. She was a sight to see: toweling off her hair and wearing nothing but a loosely-tied terrycloth bathrobe. My pulse instantly surged at the sight. Mina was a goddamn knockout: wavy chestnut hair, sapphire blue eyes, pouty lips that seemed to whisper "fuck me" every time she smiled...

And that BODY.

Mina was overflowing with curves: flaring hips, a full butt, and tits that could catch the attention of an astronaut looking down from orbit.

I'll never forget the moment when I first laid eyes on her. I was 18, walking Annie back home after our first real date. We found Mina sitting casually in their dorm room, painting her toenails, dressed in nothing but a lacy black thong and a wafer-thin top. Her lack of a bra had been, shall we say, "enormously" noticeable to my teenage eyes.

I remember Mina looking up at me, completely unfazed by the strange random boy caught like a deer in her headlights. My eyes couldn't help but drink in the vision of that glorious, nearly-naked body. She looked me up and down, gave Annie an approving thumbs up, and then went right back to painting her toenails.

I saw a lot of Mina after that, and not just because she was my girlfriend's roommate. Mina knew full-well the effect her tits had on the opposite sex, and there was nothing she loved more than showing them off. By day, she paraded around campus in minuscule crop tops. By night, she lounged around the common areas in skimpy whiffs of satin.

As the years passed and we all evolved into respectable adults, Mina's outrageous choice of wardrobe inevitably normalized-but her thirst for attention was still ever present in the ubiquitous winks, smirks, and dirty jokes; carbonated bubbles of flirtatious energy roiling in a persistent simmer below the surface.

"Mina!" Annie cheered. My wife moved to embrace our friend, but stopped short, remembering at the last moment that she was soaked to the bone with rainwater. "Actually, let's postpone the hugs until we've had a chance to dry off."

Mina's husband Erik greeted us with a wave. "I know, right? What the fuck is this weather?! I can't - um..."

Erik stammered as his eyes dropped to my wife's soaking tank top. Annie's cheeks went crimson and she quickly covered her tits with her hands.

"Sorry about the wet tee shirt contest," she giggled.

Shaking himself back to reality, Erik strolled over to Annie and wrapped his big, muscular arms around her in a friendly embrace. "Come here, cutie, I don't care about getting a little damp."

Erik was the living embodiment of tall, dark, and handsome, with bright blue eyes and a chin that belonged on a GI:JOE action figure. Annie blushed even deeper as he planted a playful smooch on the top of her head. I knew his cocky personality wasn't exactly her type, but there's no way she didn't appreciate all the hours the guy spent in the gym, nor the way his 6'4" figure towered over her petite body.

"Okay, okay, okay," Mina interjected, pulling Erik and Annie apart. "Chris and Lisa's plane lands soon. Go put on some dry clothes, and let's all play a boardgame or something until this stupid storm blows over."

"Do we have food in the house?" I asked.

Erik nodded. "Yeah, we're good. Mina and I stocked up on a bunch of stuff at a grocery store earlier today, before the rain started. Good thing, too, I'd hate to go outside in this shit if I didn't have to."

Annie and I hurried into the second bedroom and stripped off our soaking garments. When she saw her reflection in the mirror, Annie gasped at the black streaks of mascara smeared across her face.

"Oh my god, I look like a monster!"

"No, no, honey. You look like a goth circus clown. Never a monster."

"Gee thanks."

Gesturing at her chest, I added, "For what it's worth, I don't think Erik even noticed your eyes."

Annie gave me a playful smack on the arm. While she showered, I dutifully carried our clothes to the laundry room and popped open the dryer-

Oh.

The dryer wasn't empty. Atop a heap of clothes sat a pair of skimpy blue panties. My mind immediately conjured a vision of them stretched around Mina's shapely hips, the puckered back side dipping into the crack of her ass.

"You like them?" Mina asked from behind me.

I froze, then quickly tried to disguise where my attention had been. Still wearing nothing more than her bathrobe, Mina leaned in and reached over my shoulder-pressing her massive breasts against my back-and plucked her underwear away. The smug look on her face made it clear that I'd been caught red-handed.

I blushed, stammering, "I was just... uh, yeah."

Mina gave me another naughty smile and coyly cocked an eyebrow. "Glad to see you approve."

With a wink, she took the bundle of dry clothes and walked off, hips swaying, leaving my dick feeling decidedly heavier than it had a few moments earlier.

*** ANNIE AND MINA'S DORM ROOM, SEVEN YEARS EARLIER...

I'm nineteen years old.

Annie's nude, nubile body undulates beneath me. My cock drifts down her belly, through soft red curls of hair, and finally across the warm length of her slit. Our eyes meet, then suddenly I'm inside her, reveling in the delicious ecstasy of her body as she groans in my ear.

"Shhh,"I whisper, "Mina's gonna hear us!"

We both hazard a glance at the neighboring bed, where Annie's voluptuous roommate is sound asleep. At least, I think she's sleeping. In the near-perfect darkness it's hard to tell for certain. For all we know, Mina is secretly wide awake, watching through half-lidded eyes as I withdraw my cock and then slowly penetrate Annie once again, filling her to the core.

Even in the darkness of the dorm room-even with a blanket covering Mina from neck to toe-the ample curves of her body are impossible to miss. I've spent many wonderful nights hanging out with the girls in this very dorm room, trying my damndest not to stare at Mina's enormous, braless boobs.

Wait, is it just a trick of the shadows, or is there subtle motion beneath the blankets on Mina's bed? A guilty smile creeps onto my face and I can't help but wonder if she's spying on us; quietly touching herself beneath the blankets? Is she-just maybe-privately wishing that she was the one writhing beneath me?

Annie touches a finger to my chin and turns my attention back to the task at hand. Her slender legs criss-cross behind my back, holding me in place as she grinds her clit against my pelvis.

"Mmm!" she moans, reflexively clapping a hand over her own mouth to muffle the sound. I thrust into her again, trying to be quiet, but the bed springs whine with our every movement. Annie's erect, ruby nipples tickle my chest.

"Mmm!" Annie moans again, this time with urgency.

I pick up the pace, unable to control my young body any longer. Annie's fingernails bite into my shoulders, her face contorts into a silent scream of ecstasy...

"Ahh!" I hear a sudden gasp of pleasure from Mina's bed.

Annie is too far gone to notice; too lost in the fever of orgasm. My head swings around reflexively at the sound, squinting into the darkness towards Mina's side of the room.

But I can't see anything. My vision blurs as my own impending climax rushes to overwhelm me, my thoughts racing:

Oh god, Mina! If you're really watching, then please just get your sexy ass out of that bed and come join us. Strip off your clothes and show me that incredible body of yours-just one glimpse-feed me those tits! Oh god!

I explode, coming harder inside Annie than I can ever remember.

When the fugue of pleasure finally subsides, I cast another quick glance at Mina's bed:

She lies still and silent. Sleeping peacefully. I sigh, shaking myself back to reality. Did I imagine the whole thing?

*** PRESENT DAY

An hour later, the final two members of the party arrived.

Whereas Annie and I had shown up looking like a pair of drowned rodents, Lisa and Chris had demonstrated enough common sense to buy umbrellas at the airport before stepping out into the rain, so they arrived in dry clothes, like ordinary human beings.

Well, perhaps "ordinary" isn't exactly the right word to describe Lisa.

She and I had known each other since the third grade. Growing up, we'd shared pretty much every class, but we ran in different social circles. It wasn't until high school, when my parents insisted I join drama club to build some self-confidence, that Lisa and I became friends.

Eight school plays and ten thousand shared memories later, Lisa and I had become thick as thieves. There was never anything romantic between us (I considered her comically out of my league), but we could finish each other's sentences and we were always each other's first phone call when teenage life got too rough to handle. We even went as each other's dates to our Senior Prom, albeit in a purely platonic capacity.

Well... as platonic as could be expected when the guy is masturbating to thoughts of the girl every other night.

By the time I started college and sorted out my insecurities enough to even consider asking Lisa out, I'd already fallen in love with Annie. A couple years later, Lisa met Chris, and the rest was history. After a lifetime of wondering "will we or won't we?" Lisa and I had decisively acknowledged: "we won't."

Still, with a girl as gorgeous as Lisa, it was impossible for my wandering fantasies to ever disappear completely, even long after we were both married to other people.

Lisa had piercing green eyes accentuated by a stylish set of spectacles, toned legs beneath a pleated skirt, and disproportionately-large breasts thrusting out above an unusually-slender waist (stress-testing the structural integrity of her many button-up sweaters). Dark Rapunzel-length hair framed a face so beautiful she could cause actual, physical pain if you looked at her for too long.

Her hyper-conservative "librarian" fashion style wasn't an accident. Lisa was a best-selling author of children's books; tales of fairies and kittens learning the true meaning of friendship. If you have kids, chances are you've got something she wrote in your home, right now.

Both Lisa and her publisher were careful to craft a public image that wouldn't frighten away uptight, pearl-clutching mothers. She remembered all-too-well the cautionary tale when the world found out Youtube's toddler-whisperer "Miss Rachel" had (gasp!) pierced nipples. There was a very real fear that Lisa's livelihood would take a hit if conservative mommy bloggers realized that she'd been blessed with the sort of body that caused car accidents whenever she crossed the street. The solution? A daily regiment of ankle-length skirts and frumpy grandma sweaters.

It all turned out to be a pointless effort, in the end. "Internet gonna internet," as the ancient proverb says.

The Lisa-meme went viral last month. After years of keeping a low profile, she became an unwitting TikTok trend overnight. Noxious internet bros would steal a video from her Youtube channel-Lisa innocently reading an adorable story to some preschoolers-then juxtapose it alongside a running commentary detailing all the creative things they wanted to do with her various orifices.

Ha ha. So funny.

Turns out, for all the work Lisa did to conceal her figure from the book-buying public, there was no way to hide that stunningly beautiful face. Last I heard, variations of this trend had been shared more than 140 million times.

To their credit, Lisa and her husband Chris took it all in stride. A lesser man would have gotten jealous and insecure about the army of pervy, so-called "content creators" gushing over his wife, but Chris had a relaxed & effortless confidence about everything that helped keep the situation in perspective. I suspect he secretly got a charge out of knowing so many guys were jerking it to his wife.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. Chris was a great guy-a statement which, I realize, sounds patronizing and dismissive (but in his case, it was true). Funny, friendly, loyal, and upbeat, Chris was the kind of friend who would go out of his way to volunteer to help you move, or bring you homemade soup when you had a fever. Annie nicknamed him "Hallmark guy" when Lisa started dating him, because his dimpled good looks and puppy-dog personality reminded her of the Christmas-loving, sweater-vested heartthrobs that populated those movies.

With the whole crew finally assembled, we all hoped the summer storm would blow over so we could enjoy our overdue reunion in the tropical sun.

It didn't.

By lunchtime, the weather forecast predicted another two days of brutal rain. Two days! We gave up on any hope of a beach day and broke out the booze and a tattered pack of Uno cards we found under the TV. The downpour was now accompanied by cracks of thunder and huge spiderwebs of lightning arcing across the sea. We gazed longingly outside the huge bay windows, feeling the mood dampen more and more by the minute.

"Well, this sucks," Erik sighed. "I've been looking forward to that private beach for months!"

A grumbling of agreement echoed his sentiment.

I looked around the spacious room, seeing the moping faces of my wife and friends, and suddenly an idea popped into my head:

"Why don't we just set up a private beach right here?"

Everyone turned to me, not sure they'd heard correctly.

Lisa cocked her head to the side. "‘Right here?' As in... the living room?"

"I mean, not with sand and ocean," I quickly clarified, "Just, like, the other stuff. We clear away the furniture, set out some beach towels on the carpet, grab a beach ball to bop around, play some luau music. It's a big space, we ought to try and salvage what we can from a shitty situation."

Chris shrugged, "I could grill up some food in the kitchen."

"I've bought stuff for some fun tropical cocktails," Erik offered.

Mina raised an eyebrow and asked, "So, we'd be playing make-believe? Like, I would make-believe work on my tan?"

I shrugged, trying to play it cool as I said, "Sure. Just for a goof. We would all put on our swimsuits and -"

"A-ha!" Mina shouted. "This isn't about the beach at all, you guys just want an excuse to see us in our bikinis!"

I went deep red as the rest of the room burst into laughter. With a bashful grin, I muttered, "Can you blame me?"

Annie elbowed me with a mock-scolding look on her face. Mina just grinned.

Erik added, "Since the view outside has been decisively fucking ruined, we may as well have a nice view to enjoy inside, right?"

Lisa looked at Chris, uncertain. "You don't think it would be weird?" she asked.

He wrapped an arm around her and answered, "We were all gonna see each other in our swimsuits, anyway. It's not like we'd be doing anything more daring than we were already planning to."

"Yeah, but, what about... you know..." Lisa blushed and hurriedly whispered the rest of her sentence in Chris's ear, too quietly for the rest of us to hear.

Whatever she was hinting at took a moment to register on Chris's face, then his eyes opened wide with a dopey grin. "Oh!" he said finally. Then he thought for a moment, looked over at the rest of us, and finally told Lisa, "Yeah, I'm fine with it if you are."

Annie playfully ruffled my hair, "None of us should be surprised my horny husband wants everyone to run around half-naked. He's eager to escape our life of ‘soul-crushing monogamy,' remember?"

"It was the auto-correct!" I groaned. "Monotony! ‘Soul-crushing monotony!' Am I gonna be hearing this shit all week?"

"All week? No way, buddy," Erik said, slugging me on the shoulder, "We're gonna give you shit about it for the rest of your goddamn life."

The explosion of laughter at my expense seemed to relax Lisa's nerves a bit. She threw back a final swig of rum and said, "Oh, why not. It could be fun. Just remember: look, but don't touch!"

With an excited giggle, the three wives hopped to their feet and hurried off to change. Annie paused and glanced back at me for a moment, just outside the door to our room. Despite all the years we'd been together, all the ups and downs and intimate moments, I had no idea what she was thinking about, nor what the quizzical look on her face meant.

"Good idea, Tristan," Chris whispered.

"Yeah, I was starting to worry we wouldn't be seeing a single bikini this week!" Erik added.

Chris just smirked, "I wouldn't worry about that," he said, then he dropped his voice, conspiratory: "Lisa showed me the suit she packed for this trip. You guys are in for a treat."

*** PROM NIGHT, EIGHT YEARS EARLIER...

I'm eighteen years old.

"You look incredible," I whisper, drinking in the sight of my gorgeous prom date. "You're the most beautiful woman here, no question."

Lisa beams at the compliment. She takes me by the hand out onto the dance floor.

"Lookin' pretty fine yourself, Double-Oh-Seven," she says with a wink.

Lisa's beauty is otherworldly tonight. She's draped in a dark, iridescent purple gown. The heart-shaped neckline cups two of the most ample, mouth-watering tits my eyes have ever seen. She's never shown this much cleavage before.

But my gaze isn't as fixated on her bust as you might assume. No, tonight I can't stop gazing into Lisa's eyes. She's traded her glasses for contacts, and she's done her makeup with a dramatic purple flourish to match her dress. It's striking; she looks like an entirely different woman. This isn't my long-time friend, tonight she's a smokey-eyed supermodel that's accidentally gone to prom with me.

"You can stop looking so hard, Tristan," she whispers. "You're making me self-conscious."

"Sorry! You just... that dress, and... I'm only human, Lisa."

The music kicks up a notch, and Lisa's impossibly long hair swirls behind her. Her fingers feel electric in mine, even though I know she's only here with me as a friend.

"What a waste!" comes an obnoxious voice from nearby.

Lisa and I turn to see Brian Hoff—homecoming king, team quarterback, and pathological narcissist—shaking his drunken head in mock dismay at the spectacle of me and Lisa dancing together.

"What was that?" Lisa calls back.

"It's fucking pathetic," he jeers. "You only get one prom, Lisa, and you squandered your whole experience on a pity date. On some guy you're not even into!"

I feel my stomach tighten in embarrassment and I look down at my shoes. Brian is one of the reasons I've had severe self-esteem issues since grammar school.

A moment later, I feel Lisa's hand on my chin, lifting my gaze to meet her beautiful eyes. As always, her face is so pretty, it hurts.

Then her lips are on mine, and my heart about explodes in my chest. Her kisses are soft and warm, tasting of the sweet wine we smuggled into the limousine on the way here.

By the time my sense of time and space have returned, Brian Hoff has departed for some far corner of the dance floor. The music switches to a slow song.

"Dance with me?" Lisa whispers.

"But it's a slow song," I whisper back, confused.

She nods.

"Yeah! Yeah, ok," I say, taking her in my arms. I'm over the moon with arousal and excitement. I pull Lisa's body to mine, feeling her busty chest squashing against me. My tongue teases at her mouth...

The song ends. I remind myself to breathe. Lisa is smiling.

"That was..." I start to say something, but then a horrible realization pops into my head. I shake some sense into myself. "That was just for Brian, right? For show? To shut him up for being a jerk to you?"

Lisa cocks her head to one side, her expression inscrutable. "What do you think?" she asks.

I start rambling, embarrassed, "Yeah, of course it was. Sorry if I got a little caught up in the moment. It's just, you're extra-extra beautiful tonight. Of course that's all it was. Just a goof."

She smiles and nods in agreement, but I swear she seems to deflate a little bit. As if I had somehow disappointed her when I dismissed her kiss as an act of make-believe, no more meaningful than the occasional ones we'd shared in drama class, when we'd done scene work together.

But was it all a goof? Or had Lisa been as wrapped up in the moment as I had?

My brain dismisses the thought as preposterous: Wishful thinking, nerd. Lisa just likes you as a friend. You don't want to screw it up by making tonight weird.

We dance the rest of the night away at a more comfortable distance, just a couple good buddies having fun together.

A couple of good buddies who'd shared a hot, awkward moment that would haunt my dreams for the next fifty thousand years.

*** PRESENT DAY

While the women changed in the other room, Erik, Chris, and I got the living room transformed into a makeshift "beach" scene:

Cheesy luau music strummed from Erik's portable speakers. On the TV, I played a looping Youtube video of waves lapping at white sand. With a little teamwork, we even managed to get the ocean-blue curtains down from the giant bay windows to act as "water."

The last step was to spread out our beach towels and plop down an ice chest full of beer.

"Beach is open!" I called out.

Shameless as ever, Mina was the first of the wives to appear, strutting out in a skimpy black triangle top that did almost nothing to support her spectacular tits. Another small triangle covered her down below, held up by a tiny gold chain circling shapely hips. Mina's walk was effortlessly sensual - the swaying of her ass, the bouncing of her bosom, and the flirtatious smile that always seemed to whisper, "Look harder, boys, I like it."

Mina's bountiful, barely-covered body was the gift that kept on giving.

Look, I don't want to overstate the matter here, but if global politics was decided by who had the best rack, Mina would be queen of the fucking planet.

My Annie came out second, wearing a lavender-and-white striped bikini that really showed off her toned, athletic legs (Annie has killer legs), heart-shaped butt, and creamy soft breasts.

Realizing the other men were staring at her, Annie blushed, gave them both a bashful little curtsy, and sat down on my lap.

Something about the realization that those guys were fantasizing about my wife gave me a sudden surge of excitement. Unbidden, mental images swirled around my brain; thoughts of Annie moaning uncontrollably, her eyelids fluttering and her body shaking as Erik and Chris took turns pounding her beautiful body, or spitroasting her on the living room carpet with their hard cocks thrusting into her mouth and pussy...

Woah! I shook the thought away. Why the hell was I suddenly fantasizing about THAT?

Last out was Lisa, and it was immediately obvious why she had been so nervous about parading around the house in her swimwear. After years of wearing uber-conservative swimsuits in public, our gorgeous friend was now wearing maybe the skimpiest swimsuit I'd ever seen in my life.

Let me be clear: There are string bikinis and then there are STRING bikinis. This was the latter. It was an intricately-woven macrame two piece, literally made of string.

The color was a brilliant green to match her eyes, though none of us were exactly focused on Lisa's eyes at the moment. The top stretched around her oversized breasts and the bottoms rode high on her hips to form a deep "V" that made her barely-covered ass look phenomenal. I instantly had a very real urge to jump to my feet, bend Lisa over the sofa, and drive my cock into her while our spouses watched.

I somehow held it in check.

Mina couldn't believe her eyes, either. "Damn, damn, damn! Look at you! You were gonna wear this in public? Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, Mary Poppins-looking friend Lisa?"

Lisa gave everyone a little wave, her cheeks warming as she said, "Just thought it'd be fun to go a little crazy on this vacation after all those years dressing like a librarian from 1897."

Chris proudly draped an arm across his wife's shoulders and said, "When all those pervy memes about Lisa went viral a few months ago, she decided it wasn't worth the effort anymore, trying to hide how gorgeous she is."

Lisa gave him a nudge in the ribs. "No! It's just, I'm tired of dressing a certain way just to appease a bunch of uptight, judgmental people I'm never even going to meet. I figured this trip with our friends was the perfect time to finally let my hair down and go a little wild again. I just figured I'd be on an actual beach when it happened. Speaking of..."

Lisa turned her attention to the transformed living room:

"You boys really outdid yourselves. The room looks awesome!"

"We were just motivated by the prospect of seeing you ladies in your beachwear," Erik answered.

"Imagine what they'd be capable of if we had offered to go skinny dipping," Mina joked.

Lisa kicked off her sandals and skipped playfully onto the blue curtain we had spread across the floor. "Ah, so refreshing to dip my toes in the ‘ocean,'" she laughed, sending a nice jiggle through her breasts.

We all quickly settled into the charade. The husbands stripped off our shirts and changed into our own swim suits, everyone laid out on the beach towels, and fruity drinks and fragrant food flowed freely. For the next hour, we all settled into the glow of each other's company after far too long apart.

There was a buzzing of electricity in the air, and not just because of the ever-present lightning screaming across the distant horizon. The women-bless their hearts-were all pretty generous with the views they provided us, arching their backs to accentuate their tits, stretching out their legs, and generally feigning innocence while they posed like Sports Illustrated models.

The men weren't quite so overt about showing off, but the women didn't seem to mind. We were all pretty athletic, and I could tell from the defined musculature on Chris and Erik that I wasn't the only guy who'd been hitting the gym extra hard leading up to this vacation, hoping to look my best at the beach.

Is that a form of cheating? I thought to myself. Wanting to look extra good with my shirt off in front of these other women? Maybe it was "micro-infidelity," or something. One of those buzzwords you hear on a podcast and then wonder if it's a legitimate relationship concept, or just some random idea dreamed up by a shmuck with too much confidence and a recording booth in their garage.

Well, I had enough alcohol in me at that point that I wasn't going to question it.

It was a bit surreal. Sure, we'd all seen each other in our swimsuits plenty of times over the years-especially back in college-but the atmosphere in that living room was decidedly different than I could ever remember. At a real beach, there's always a perfectly rational reason a girl puts on a bikini and a guy takes off his shirt. It's just the normal, accepted thing.

That day, however, the only reason we were showing some skin was to show some skin. There was no polite excuse to hide behind. No feigning innocence when someone caught you staring. Everyone understood exactly what was going on:

We were checking out each other's spouses.

An undercurrent of unspoken but obvious desire permeated every lingering glance and hid behind every teasing smile. I kept catching Annie looking my way, checking in that I was okay with everything that was happening. She was clearly enjoying herself plenty.

Still, despite all that, I reminded myself it was all just harmless flirting and teasing. Nothing we couldn't all just laugh off the next day.

Chapter 3: Look, But Don't Touch

It was my turn to disappear into the kitchen for drinks. Margaritas were the order of the hour, and I took my job seriously.

"What happened to you?"

It was Lisa's voice, coming from behind me. I spun to face her, once again drinking in the sight of those incredible long legs and top-heavy torso. A few drinks in, and her skimpy macrame bikini was starting to slip a bit, getting dangerously close to showing the few precious inches of skin she'd thus far succeeded in covering.

God, she's practically naked, I thought for the millionth time that hour.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"It's just, who'd have thought Tristan from high school would grow up to have an honest-to-god six pack? I mean, you were always cute, but DAMN."

She tapped a finger to my stomach, as if checking that it was real. I'd be lying if I said I didn't like the attention from such a beautiful girl.

"Annie and I went kind of fitness-crazy during COVID to deal with all the stress. I found out I actually like weightlifting," I shrugged. "I can't catch a ball to save my life, but when you break everything down into reps, weight, and macros, it's basically math and science-"

Lisa laughed, musical.

"-Which, now that I say it out loud," I continued, "I realize is the nerdiest possible answer to your compliment."

"You really grew into yourself," she said. "In a good way. And not just your muscles! Confidence is a good look on you, too."

Lisa took some of the drinks from me to bring into the other room, and I very pointedly watched her leave, admiring the way my friend's barely-covered ass cheeks clenched softly with each step.

A short while later, it was Erik's turn in the kitchen, refilling the ice chest. As soon as he'd gone, his wife mewed sensually and made an exaggerated show of laying face-down and closing her eyes.

"What a beautiful, sunny beach," Mina said. "I'd better put on some sunscreen so I don't get burned. But, I'm too tired to do it myself."

"Ooh! I got you babe!" Erik called excitedly from the other room.

"Mmm, that's okay honey. You're all the way in the kitchen. I'll just have Tristan do it."

All conversation in the room went quiet.

Annie and I exchanged a quick look. My eyes silently asked, Would you be okay with that?

My wife gave me a secretive smile, then she also rolled over onto her stomach, coquettishly wiggling her toes in the air. She closed her eyes and jokingly lamented, "But then, who'll do MY back?"

Lisa glanced over at Chris. His eyes were laser-focused on Annie's bikini-clad butt.

"I volunteer my husband!" Lisa called out. "And, since he'll be busy with Annie, Erik has to do me when he gets back from the kitchen."

Then Lisa, too, laid down and closed her eyes with a naughty smile.

Erik peeked his head back into the living room, not sure he'd heard right.

"What, uh," I stammered, "What happened to ‘look, but don't touch?'"

Mina gave an innocent shrug, "It's just sunscreen. Maybe ‘touch, but don't grope' is a little more reasonable."

Neither Annie nor Lisa offered a word of discouragement at Mina's suggestion.

Erik, Chris, and I stared at each other for a single, awkward moment -

Then the three of us spontaneously broke out into dopey grins and ran off to grab the sunscreen.

I knelt beside Mina's ample body, spread out before me in that little black bikini. Pulse racing, I squirted a dollop of sunscreen into my palms -

"No, wait," Mina said.

I froze, worried Mina was going to change her mind. Instead, she reached around her back and untied her bikini top.

"Don't want to get tan lines." she clarified.

The straps of her top fell away, baring her naked back to me. The twin swells of Mina's breasts spilled generously into view on either side of her body. Following suit, Annie and Lisa both reached back and undid their own tops.

Reminiscing about this now, the moment still sounds pretty innocent. It wasn't unusual for us to playfully flirt with each other's spouses, and the women were only exposing their bare backs to us. It barely merited a PG-13.

Every single previous time I'd rubbed sunscreen into Mina's supple skin, however, it had been because there was an actual sun in the sky. A massive ball of radioactive fire, threatening skin cancer and unpleasant redness.

I'd enjoyed touching my friend's body, I admit (and I suspect she enjoyed it, too), but we'd always had plausible deniability about that part of the scenario. I'd merely been protecting her from that gosh-darn motherfucker the sun, like any good buddy would.

Today? That excuse went out the window. Our wives were inviting other men to rub our hands all over their nearly-naked bodies, and there was no use pretending there was anything un-sexual about any of it.

Again, it wasn't exactly cheating. Maybe more of that micro-cheating. Whatever, I was too turned on to care.

Nearby, Chris went to work on my wife, absent-mindedly rubbing lotion on her back while his eyes remained glued to her athletic ass. Chris wasted no time guiding his hands to her upper thighs, gently massaging while looking guiltily up at me. I flashed him an encouraging thumbs-up and Chris grinned like a kid on Christmas.

Across the room, Chris's wife let out a happy sigh as Erik's lotion-covered hands moved up and down her bare back. "Such strong fingers," Lisa cooed. He whispered something in her ear that turned her cheeks red.

The four of them didn't hold my attention for long though, not with the lovely Mina spread out before me, awaiting my touch. I pressed my fingertips firmly against her back, more focused on giving her a deep-tissue massage than I was on applying sunscreen. Mina whimpered as my hands stroked up and down her soft skin.

"Ooh, free massage. NOW it's a vacation," Mina sighed.

The other wives moaned their approval. This felt more like foreplay than flirting.

I was seriously tempted to let my probing fingertips wander a just bit too far, across the soft swells of those world-class breasts. I had seen and touched Mina's naked tits exactly and one time, way back when I was nineteen, and now my inner-monologue was doing olympic-level gymnastics trying to justify an "accidental" grope:

Come on, just move your fingers ONE INCH too far in the wrong direction. It isn't gonna raise any red flags.

Shut up, brain.

How about this: You're rubbing lotion up her sides, and your fingers just "happen" to bump up against those tits?

Brain! I'm married, remember?

But she waaaaaants it. And Annie wants it, too...

I felt like Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, mentally debating my evil split-personality.

With Mina's back, arms, and shoulders now thoroughly covered with lotion, I switched my attention to her legs. I took extra care to squeeze and caress the pliant muscles of her inner thighs, stopping just short of touching anything that could be deemed inappropriate.

Her tits usually got all the attention, but Mina's ass was incredible, too. Not athletic like Annie's or perfectly rounded like Lisa's, but soft and voluptuous - the kind of butt that would be the perfect cushion for any guy lucky enough to slam his cock into her from behind.

That ass was staring me in the face, a little black triangle of fabric cutting across those smooth cheeks...

My brain was once again screaming at me to grab and squeeze. No! No, "Touch but don't grope," remember?

I would have killed to know what thoughts were going through Mina's mind at that moment.

Nearby, Lisa called out from beneath Erik's hands, "Hey guys? This is really fun!"

We all laughed and agreed.

"Speaking of fun," Mina teased, "Tristan still needs to do my front."

And with that, she cupped her hands over her breasts and rolled over onto her back, looking me right in the eye to watch my reaction. My eyes practically popped out of my head as those massive, naked tits swung into view, nipples barely concealed beneath Mina's tiny hands.

"I... uh..."

"I'm just fucking with you, buddy!" she laughed. Then she glanced quickly down at the obvious tent in my swim trunks, smirked, and turned away from me-again flashing the sides of those glorious breasts-as she put her bikini top back on.

I sighed, half-relieved and half-disappointed as the laughter around the room broke the spell. The other women put their tops back on, too, and everyone returned to the laps of their respective husbands.

Mina's eyes, however, kept sneaking my way.

*** MINA'S BEDROOM, SIX YEARS EARLIER...

I'm twenty years old.

Mina sits between Annie and me on the bed, ugly crying, face buried in her hands.

"I can't go there without a date! I can't, I can't, I can't!" Mina says it over and over again. "You don't know my family, they're gonna torture me about it. I'm gonna spend the entire weekend listening to, ‘Mina, your sister is already married, why can't you find a nice boy to date?'"

When she's around strangers, Mina is confident, vivacious, larger than life. When she's around her family, she shrinks down to nothing. She sees herself only through the prism of how much "worse" she is than her sister, Sascha.

Sascha has always been the golden child in the family. Straight A's, Ivy League, marrying a pediatric cardiologist from a good family. Two inches taller and ten pounds thinner.

Mina has lived her whole life in this woman's shadow.

Annie looks over at me and smiles. She whispers something in Mina's ear. Mina looks up, suddenly confused.

"Yeah, but, don't you think that would be weird?" Mina whispers back.

"Nah," Annie says.

"But it's a wedding! It's romantic! What if people are expecting us to, like, kiss?"

Annie looks at me with those big, adorable eyes. "I trust you guys."

***

Now it's a month later, and I'm living out the plot of some cheesy romcom. I'm pretending to be Mina's boyfriend for Sascha's wedding, so that her overbearing relatives and "perfect" sister won't shame her for being single.

It's not very hard to maintain the ruse that I'm crazy about this girl. Mina and I have been close friends for nearly two years now. We know everything there is to know about each other, we genuinely like each other, we have our own inside jokes, and...

And...

And she's so goddamn fucking gorgeous, it would be harder NOT to look like I'm infatuated with her. Mina is positively radiant tonight in her bridesmaid gown. Her chestnut hair hangs luxuriously across feminine shoulders.

I'm a big hit with her family. I catch the garter belt. Mina catches the bouquet. We pose for photos that immortalize our fake relationship. She is beaming throughout the whole reception.

"Thanks so much, Tristan," she whispers in my ear, her breath close. "You don't know how much this means to me. I know it's awkward and weird, but you being here makes me feel like I'm not such a disappointment to my parents. Like I'm not some big failure, just because I'm not perfect."

"But, you ARE perfect, Mina," I whisper back. Her eyes are smiling at me. "You're so full of life, and warmth, and personality. Not everything that matters can be measured in your job and your grade point average. For all Sascha's good qualities, I would never want to be with someone like her."

"But you'd want to be with someone like me?" Mina whispers.

"Well, yeah," I say, forgetting myself. There's a moment of awkward silence.

"Can you do me a favor?" she asks, at last. "Can you please kiss me? I think it might bring home the deception for everyone else."

It's not cheating, I remind myself. Annie gave us the all-clear before we left. She said it was ok for us to kiss at the reception. All a part of the show. It would be weird if we didn't. We're all grownups, after all.

And yet, my heart's in my throat. I've fantasized about kissing those full, soft lips for two long years.

"Of course," I say.

I can taste the vanilla in her lipgloss. I'm lost in the warmth and the sweetness of the moment.

At the next table over, people are cheering for us.

"How soon until I have some grandkids?!" her mother calls out.

***

It's hours later, and we're turning in for the night. Mina's hotel room is obnoxiously luxurious; bigger than the size of my whole apartment. Her family is fucking loaded and they spared no expense for this wedding.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," Mina keeps whispering, kissing my cheek each time.

"Hey, I'm not exactly getting dragged across hot coals here," I laugh.

She offers me the first shower but I decline, eager to just put my feet up after a long night of dancing. I'm sitting on the enormous bed, head still spinning from all the alcohol, when I see the bathroom door slowly creak open.

Must be a faulty door latch. It certainly wasn't anything Mina did, she's busy rinsing off in the shower.

The shower...

Through the crack in the now-open door, I see her like a steamy mirage. A shapely wet body, hidden behind beveled glass. I should look away. I'm going to look away. Really.

But, it's not like I'm actually seeing anything, right? Not clearly, anyway. Just tantalizingly blurry curves. Plus, Mina's an exhibitionist. This is totally the kind of thing she'd do on ‘accident' to get a rise out of me.

Well, mission accomplished, if that's the case. Part of me has definitely risen.

Oh fuck, those are the dark spots of her nipples. Still blurry, but unmistakably bouncing and swaying on her enormous tits as she scrubs down.

That does it! This isn't who I am. This is my fiancé's best friend. I get up and close the bathroom door, securely this time.

Mina gives a little shriek at the sound.

I hurriedly call out, "It's okay, the door just came open! Figured you deserved a little privacy."

"Aw, such a gentleman!" she shouts back. "I thought you were coming in here to join me!"

"Yeah, not sure Annie would appreciate that," I laugh.

Mina emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later, dressed in stretchy shorts and a black micro-tee shirt. No bra for sleeping, of course. Wavy chestnut hair clings to her neck, still damp.

Her chest bounces with every step-might as well be in slow motion-as she strides barefoot to join me in bed. I'm treated to one more epic bounce as she leaps and flops down onto the mattress beside me with a deep groan of relief. Then she rolls on top of me, pressing all those agonizingly sweet curves against my body as she runs her fingers across my cheek.

"Annie's a lucky girl," she whispers.

Then we're kissing again, slow and sensual, this time for an audience of nobody. Her mouth is hot on mine. Burning. Marshmallow lips. Heady fumes of honey lavender shampoo and vanilla body wash.

My cock is screaming against the confines of my boxers, stabbing up into her bare thigh.

We break apart, reflexively scooting a safe distance away from one another.

"Thanks again," Mina sighs through a sleepy, horny smile. "For that final taste of pretend."

*** PRESENT DAY

As much as I'd been enjoying the opportunity to get my hands on Mina, I'd only ever been truly intimate with one woman, and this was starting to feel a bit overwhelming.

Annie climbed onto my lap and sloppily kissed me, setting my blood on fire. I don't know if it was jealousy or something else, but an instant later I pulled my wife's body against mine and we mashed our lips together in full view of everyone.

We weren't the only couple in the room that had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves. A moment later, I could hear the smacking of hungry kisses and heavy breathing coming from the others. Annie and I broke apart to glance over at our friends:

Chris and Lisa were in a similar position to ours, sitting on the floor with her straddling his lap, crushing her chest to his. Their fingers erotically caressed each other's backs, and a moan of pleasure escaped Chris's lips as Lisa kissed her way down his neck, to his bare shoulder.

Beside them, Erik was laying down on his back, with his wife's voluptuous form draped across him. She arched her back, teasingly rubbing her big, bikini-clad tits back and forth across his pecs while his muscular arms wrapped around her like a python. Their kisses were wet and messy, mouths urgently melting against each other.

Annie's eyes found mine, flashing with arousal-always so maddeningly cute-and a second later we were kissing again. Panting like animals. Tongues and heat.

To our right, Chris started getting friskier. He slid his hands down beneath Lisa's macrame bottoms, to her beautiful, bubbly ass, and squeezed. Lisa reflexively ground her crotch against his.

To our left, Erik craned his neck forward, pressing his face into his wife's bulging cleavage, planting soft kisses along the tops of her breasts. She cooed sexily and her fingers pulled at his hair.

Then, out of nowhere, I felt Annie's arm stab down between our bodies and grab hold of my cock through the fabric of my suit. I gasped in surprise, suddenly feeling weirdly exposed. She didn't stroke me; didn't try to get me off. She just gripped my shaft and squeezed, thrilling in the pulsing hardness between her fingers.

I lost track of how long we all sat there on the floor, making out like horny teenagers at a basement party. Something had been unlocked deep inside of me; a desire I'd obediently kept in check ever since I'd first fallen in love with my wife. A desire for something new. Something different. Unknown and exciting.

Given the way Annie was writhing uncontrollably in my lap, I wasn't the only one who felt it. Her breathing quickened, and she pressed her wet crotch down against my leg, rubbing fiercely. The feeble piece of fabric that had been covering her down there was brushed aside and I felt slick, hot nectar smearing across my thigh.

"Aah!" she moaned.

Then, her body trembling uncontrollably, Annie let go of my cock and grabbed hold of my shoulders for better leverage, grinding away on me with abandon. Her jaw froze open, muscles tense, and she suddenly looked past me-to the other two men in the room-both of them fixated on her crescendoing pleasure.

"Ah-ah-ah-Ahhhh!!!" Annie exploded into writhing, chaotic bliss and collapsed limply in my arms.

The room went quiet. The other couples had stopped what they were doing. All their attention was focused on Annie's post-orgasmic shaking and mewing. Finally, she looked up with a weak smile, felt everyone's eyes on her - and the bliss on her face immediately transformed into utter, crushing embarrassment as she realized her best and oldest friends in the world had just seen her climax on my lap.

Like a scared cat, Annie bolted away into our bedroom.

"Annie, no!" Mina called after, but Annie just shut the door.

"I'll go talk to her," I said.

The mood was instantly broken. With an awkward wave to the others, and a still-straining erection in my trunks, I followed my wife into the bedroom.

***

I found her sitting on the bed, facing the wall. Refusing to look at me.

"I can't believe I just did that!" she cursed. "Everyone was looking at me!"

"It's okay, honey," I started.

"No, it's embarrassing! And it's weird, and it's awkward, and why did I wear this stupid, slutty swimsuit in the first place?!"

She balled up her striped bikini and threw it angrily against the bed. Now naked, she collapsed face-first into the pillows and groaned in frustration. I sat down beside her and gently massaged her scalp, a little trick I'd mastered over the years for calming her anxiety.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of. If we'd kept going, I'm pretty sure everyone out there would have come to the same, um, conclusion."

"But they didn't! It was just me, and then everyone stopped! Now I'm the weird one!"

Much as I was sympathetic to my wife's feelings of humiliation in that moment, it was hard not to smile at the cute, comical way her words came out muffled through the pillow.

"How am I supposed to go back out there now? They're all talking about me. Either talking about how weird it is that I just came in front of everyone, or talking about how weird it is that I ran away right after, or - I don't know!"

"Annie? Sweetie? These people have been our best friends for years. I can't promise that this won't be a funny story they bring up to get a rise out of you from time to time, but I can guarantee you that they aren't out there judging you. If anything, they're just concerned that you got upset."

As if on cue, there was a subtle knock at the bedroom door. "Annie, is everything okay?" Lisa called from the other side.

Annie sat up and sighed, "Yeah. Sorry! I, uh, I'm feeling really embarrassed right now."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about!" Mina called after.

"Yeah, you were hot!" Erik cheered. Then we heard him grunt in pain as his wife elbowed him for failing to read the room.

"Hey, I get it," I whispered to Annie. "We've kept things pretty safe in the bedroom since we got married. That was kind of overwhelming for me, too. Touching other people, watching other people, other people watching us..."

Annie buried her face in her hands. "God, I just want to stay in this room the rest of this stupid trip. How am I supposed to ever look Chris in the eye again after that? Or Lisa? Or... or you?"

I draped a reassuring arm across her bare shoulders and said, "Sweetie, you don't need to get so upset about this. It was just a bit of harmless fun. Everyone was playing along, doing the exact same thing. You didn't do anything wrong. It wasn't even your idea!"

Annie was quiet for a long time. Then, with the tiniest voice I'd ever heard, Annie whispered, "Actually, it WAS my idea. I'm the one who suggested it to the other girls, while we were getting changed into our bikinis. I thought it would be kind of sexy for the husbands to swap us around."

I raised an eyebrow.

"With the sunscreen!" she clarified. "Obviously, not like, SWAPPING, swapping. But I didn't have the guts to say it out loud, so Mina offered to take the lead."

"Oh," I blinked.

"And, also," she muttered, her words suddenly coming out in an uninterrupted string of awkwardness: "I lied last night."

"When?"

"When I said that I didn't regret meeting you before I got to have sex with other men."

"Oh," I said again, brilliantly articulate as ever.

She hurriedly added, "Not that I regret meeting you! I love you! I just, you know, wish I'd had a chance to see what it was like having a few... experiences before I found ‘the one.' It's like I skipped all the way to the very last level without ever getting to play the game. I have all these horny fantasies, just wondering what it would have been like, and I feel guilty never telling you about them."

I sighed, rolling her onto her back so I could look into those big, adorable blue eyes.

"Annie, if I'm being totally, 100% honest, then I lied last night, too. I never planned on finding the woman of my dreams when I was eighteen. If I could go back and plan out every moment of my love life, then yes, I would have added another notch or two to my bedpost before I met you. But that doesn't mean I love you any less. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Annie blushed. I brushed some errant strands of hair off her beautiful face and leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the lips.

"I don't know why I'm being so stupid about this," she sighed. "I just like to daydream about other men sometimes."

"Maybe you'd feel better if you just came right out and told me some of these recurring fantasies that get you so worked up. Who are these lucky guys that you dream about?" I asked.

"Ohh, you know, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Chris Pine..." she paused, then looked up at me with those big eyes. She whispered, "Pretty much everyone named Chris."

"As in, our friend, Chris?" I asked. "Lisa's Chris?"

"Uh-huh," she shivered, not meeting my eyes.

"And Erik?"

"Erik even moreso, yeah," she whispered. "Oh gosh, I'm horrible. Is it weird for me to say this out loud? I mean, they're our friends! They're my friends' husbands!"

I just shook my head and grinned.

"Annie, it's not exactly a secret that we all find each other's spouses attractive. I'm not jealous if you check those guys out from time to time."

"But... it's not just that," her voice was now so quiet I could hardly hear her. "I also like how they look at me. How it feels to have their eyes on my body. I don't just fantasize about THEM. I fantasize about them fantasizing about ME, you know? Getting some attention from Chris and Erik is the closest I'll ever get to experiencing what it's like to be with another man. Is that wrong?"

"No, it's not wrong. Maybe a little bit naughty, but all in good fun. Like with the sunscreen, just now. I say, let them have their horny little fantasies about this perfect body of yours. Show it off. Tease the fuck out of those guys. I know you love me."

She giggled nervously.

I whispered into her ear, "You know, after getting to rub that lotion all over your naked back, Chris is gonna spend the whole week dreaming about squeezing these beautiful tits." I groped my wife's firm, naked breasts for emphasis.

She whimpered.

"And at night, when he's fucking his wife," I added, "he'll be imagining this is the ass in his hands." I reached around the curve of her lovely, heart-shaped butt.

"Oh..." she cooed.

I caressed her face, "He'll dream about these big, innocent eyes looking up at him while Lisa sucks on his dick."

She playfully slurped my thumb into her mouth, licking the tip. Damn if she wasn't sexy when she was horny, even if it was over another man...

Something snapped in me and I grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head and down into the mattress. Annie let out a surprised gasp as my face dropped to her exposed breasts, tongue swirling across peaked ruby nipples.

"Ahh, holy shit Tristan!" she wheezed through clenched teeth.

I felt impatient, greedy, hungry to reclaim her body for my own. A second later my hands worked their way down Annie's slender body, past her hips, and I pushed those athletic thighs apart and pressed my mouth to her core.

Annie's jaw clenched and she arched her back in a sudden shock of pleasure. Her own fingers found her tits and squeezed, tugging at her nipples while my tongue went to work down below. The firm muscles of her gorgeous legs clenched in my hands, spasming reflexively from shocks of pleasure.

She was boiling liquid honey beneath my lips. I swiped my tongue up through her slit, playfully sucking and stretching the soft lips as I worked my way towards her clit.

This was my woman. My wife. My everything. After seven years, I could play her body like Jimmy Hendrix could pluck a guitar. The rhythm, the cues - all right on time. All perfect as ever. The way her hips started thrusting against my face. The up-shift in her breathing as her pulse quickened. The urgency in her impatient, incoherent whispers.

I was hard as a rock again, my wife's building arousal pouring into me like fuel. The swim trunks were painfully tight, so I slipped them off and set my cock free, careful to never stop worshipping Annie with my mouth.

I slipped two fingers inside her below my tongue, curling and twisting them for added sensation.

"Oh Tristan... I need - mmm! I neeeeed it..." she whispered. Annie grabbed hold of my scalp and pulled my head upwards, away from her cunt-my tongue dragging heavily from her clit, across navel, and over her breasts and neck-until my bodyweight was pressing her down into the mattress and our mouths were mashing hungrily together, once again.

She gave no resistance at all as the thick head of my cock parted her folds and pushed blissfully inside. Annie stretched and squeezed those intimate muscles around me in slippery wet heat. Tongues dancing, the hard buds of her nipples scraping my chest...

I started thrusting. A wet clapping sound filled the room as Annie's big, adorable eyes found mine and she raised a hand to stroke my cheek. Suddenly, it was as if her climax was holding its breath, frozen in place, giving Annie a single, powerful moment of total clarity on the precipice of oblivion.

"I... love... you... I... love... you..." she whimpered between thrusts.

Then time ramped back up and overtook her. The world came crashing down on Annie and she filled the air with agonizing moans of ecstacy.

"Mmm! Oh yes! Oh, Tristan!"

She arched her back in a spasm of release, thrusting her tits, red hair tossing like flames. Her boiling cunt soaking me in its greedy grip. So good... So goddamn, unbearably good...

I burst inside her, shaking like a leaf as I filled her up again and again with my seed.

We collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of naked limbs. Her fingertips grazed appreciatively across the muscles of my arms and shoulders.

"They totally heard that, didn't they?" Annie whispered.

"Sweetie, I'd be offended if we didn't give them a little inspiration to have some fun of their own."

I couldn't remember the last time sex felt so good.

*** TRISTAN AND ANNIE'S APARTMENT, SIX YEARS EARLIER...

I'm twenty years old.

Lisa's a gross, sweaty mess. She's just consumed a preposterous amount of alcohol, and I'm sitting in a chair beside her as she sleeps, making sure she doesn't asphyxiate on her own sick during the night.

This isn't how I'd planned to spend my first week after moving in with Annie. I'd been expecting a honeymoon, of sorts. Every night, a date night. Nonstop sex on every available surface. Finally living alone with the woman I loved.

It was supposed to be the same story for Lisa, moving in with her boyfriend this summer.

Then he dumped her. Asshole. Now, Lisa's free-falling through her heartbreak. She's got no place else to crash. Of course, Annie and I told her she could stay with us. We've got a comfy couch, it's no trouble at all. I wish I could make her feel better, but I've got zero experience with this. So I just sit there and watch my childhood friend toss and turn, knowing the hell her stomach is going through must be nothing compared to the pain in her heart.

***

It's the next day.

Annie's left town for the weekend, part of her off-campus work study position, and Lisa has returned to the land of the living. She's sitting on the floor next to the coffee table, nursing a bowl of ice cream and staring off into space.

"You doing any better?" I ask.

"I feel guilty," she says.

"For what? He's the idiot."

"I know, but deep down, it still feels like I'm dating him. When I try to tell myself that we aren't together anymore, that I'm supposed to move on and find somebody else, it feels like I'm betraying him. Like I'm giving up on us."

I sit down next to her and place a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"Sometimes, things happen that change the shape of the world. It just takes a while for our insides to realize what our eyes can already see."

She sighs.

"I heard you and Annie making love the other night. I hate myself for it, but I'm so jealous of you guys! I'm mad at you for being happy, even though you're both being so nice to me, letting me stay here like some gloomy third wheel. I'll make it up to you, some day."

"That's not how friendship works, Leese. We don't keep score."

She looks at me with a wry grin, "As soon as I finish this ice cream, I'm gonna hug the shit out of you."

"I am told I give good hug."

She laughs for the first time in a while.

As promised, once the ice cream is gone Lisa launches herself into my arms, hugging on for dear life. I don't say anything. Don't need to. She just needs to be held right now. Needs to know her friends are here for her.

I hold onto her for so long, my right arm falls asleep beneath the weight of her, shooting angry pins and needles through the muscle. But whatever, she's hurting a lot more than I am right now. I don't move until she finally gets up. The tears on her cheeks have dried.

***

Hours pass. It's one thirty in the morning.

Lisa and I are staying up watching the goriest, most fucked-up slasher movie I own (Lisa's request: "I just wanna see some assholes get their shit wrecked"). This girl loves horror movies, they're her comfort food.

Her eyelids droop and her head lulls to the side, resting comfortably in the crook of my neck.

"Hey Tristan? I'm sorry about high school."

"What do you mean?"

"Just that, back then, you were always all shy, and nervous, and awkward."

"You're sorry that I was shy and awkward?"

"No! I'm sorry because I was your friend, and I wasn't able to help you realize what an amazing person you were. Even though I saw it every day."

Lisa closes her eyes, sleeping now. Her hand on my chest. My hand on her tiny waist. Her breasts pushing against my side. I wonder how they'd taste.

She mews sleepily. My lizard brain decides it sounds sexual.

It's all too much: the intimacy, the sweetness, the closeness, the softness of her body — I'm hard. Pitching a tent for all the world to see. Good thing Lisa's asleep.

"Is that my fault?" she whispers.

Shit! Guess she's not so sleepy, after all.

"Uh, ‘fraid so. You triggered my ‘beautiful woman' proximity alarm."

With a naughty little smirk, she gently squeezes my inner thigh, shooting a fresh surge of arousal all the way to the tip of my penis. Her eyes flash as my cock twitches visibly beneath my boxers.

"Well, at least somebody still thinks I'm pretty," she sighs.

"Come on Leese, you know you're beautiful. Like, impossibly, agonizingly gorgeous."

"Shut up."

"I'm serious! You're the kind of beautiful that just feels unfair to the rest of the world. No woman should be this pretty. And, as somebody who had to go through puberty in your general vicinity, I consider myself basically an expert."

"An expert on how pretty I am?"

"Yes!"

Shit, maybe I shouldn't have said it quite that way. I toss a pillow onto my lap to cover up my vulnerable condition.

Why won't this stupid boner go away?

Lisa quietly re-settles herself so that she's curled up like a cat at my side, her head resting on the pillow that we both know is covering my erection. Through the cushion, I feel the subtle weight of her cheek pressing down on me. There's no way she doesn't feel me, too, poking up from the other side.

"How come you never asked me out?" she whispers.

"You know why. Because you're my friend and it would have been weird. And because I didn't think much of myself back in high school. And because I fell in love with Annie."

"You ever wonder what it would have been like if we'd tried to date?"

"Sometimes, yeah," I sigh.

"Me too," she whispers.

She chews on her lip for a moment before speaking again. "It wouldn't have worked out between us, obviously. We're too different. And you and Annie would have still met and wound up together, anyway. Just a little bit later."

"But at least we'd know for sure."

"Yeah," she whispers, "at least we'd know."

*** Chapter 4: Best First Date PRESENT DAY

When Annie and I finally stepped back out into the living room, the other couples were nowhere to be seen. I say "seen" because there was plenty going on that we could hear. A rising choir of grunts, moans, and mattress springs reverberated through the walls of the two bedrooms on either side of us. The sounds of sex, now in stereo.

We stifled a giggle after a particularly loud "Fuck yeah!" from Erik, and then again a few seconds later in the other room, when Lisa's screams kept getting interrupted by her headboard slamming against the wall:

"Ahhh!" (Slam) "Ahhh!" (Slam!) "Ahhh-ahh!" (Slam!)

"What'd I tell you about inspiring the other couples?" I whispered to Annie.

Nobody was winning any world records for stamina that afternoon. After just a few minutes, Lisa and Chris emerged from one bedroom, and Mina and Erik came out of the other, everyone's hair a disheveled mess. The six of us-having put our ordinary clothes back on-sat down and tried to make small talk, as if nothing had happened. Everything felt forced and alien, like we were trying to strike up a conversation with a bunch of strangers in the waiting room of a dentist's office, not chatting with some of our best friends in the world.

Then, just as Erik switched on the TV to watch a basketball game, the storm knocked out the power and we were left in a weird state of limbo, surrounded by angry black skies and the muted pounding of rain on the rooftop.

That's when the laughter started. Like a release valve had been opened on an overworked boiler, an explosion of spontaneous, surreal cackling filled the room. The day had just been too much: the storm, the swimsuits, overhearing each other's noisy orgasms through the walls, and now the prospect of a lightless indoor vacation with no WiFi and no cell service.

So, we laughed like maniacs.

"Why-is-this-all-so-funny?" Chris laughed.

"And why-am-I-still-so-horny?" Erik added.

"Gee I dunno, maybe because Annie and Lisa are fucking hot?" Mina teased her husband. "And you just spent the afternoon ogling them before rubbing your pervy hands all over Lisa's body?"

"Mina!" Lisa blushed. But Mina dismissively waved away her protest:

"Oh whatever! It was just a bit of silly fun, it's not like any of us were cheating." Mina raised her arms and arched her back to draw everyone's attention to her ample chest, "Plus, ever since I met Erik, I never get the chance to tease guys with these things anymore."

"Hey, you tease ME with those things all the time!" Erik argued.

"Nuh-uh, you're my husband, it's not the same! When I tease you, it's just foreplay. You already know you're getting laid, there's no suspense!"

Erik laughed, "There was no ‘suspense' earlier today, either. We all knew we weren't going any further than a little sunscreen and a back rub."

"Did we?" Mina smirked, turning to look me dead in the eye. A playful chorus of "Oooohs" filled the room.

Lisa piped in: "I know what you mean! I kinda miss the whole, ‘Will we or won't we?' from when I was dating around. Now that I'm married, it's ALWAYS a sure thing. Like, ‘Yep, we will,' every time! We take it for granted."

Annie ruffled my hair with her fingers and said, "Well, Tristan and I have zero idea what you guys are talking about, because we've literally never dated anyone else."

Lisa shook her head, saying, "Yeah, yeah, Annie, you had that fairy tale ‘virgin true-love-at-first-sight' thing, we know! You think me and Mina weren't super jealous of what you had?"

"You mean Tristan's penis?" Mina asked.

Erik choked on his beer. Smiling at his brazen wife, he said, "Geeze, Mina! I guess I underestimated how worked-up Tristan got you with all that sunscreen. Maybe the two of you should just go bang it out in the bedroom real quick so you can get it out of your system."

"Hey, who said it'd be quick?" I shot back.

"Trust me buddy, when Mina's running the show, all guys are quick."

My wife came to my rescue, saying, "I'll have you all know that my husband here is a stud, and he could totally handle anything Mina could throw at him."

"Too bad we'll never know," Mina cooed.

We were all just joking. Obviously.

***

I volunteered for dinner duty, but it turned out to be more of a challenge than I'd expected with the blackout. Finding anything in the dark was an ordeal, and the kitchen appliances were every bit as useful as a bunch of stainless steel bricks. Still, I had a matchbook, my cell phone's flashlight, and a gas-powered stovetop, so I wasn't entirely helpless.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was surreal, to say the least. Lit by nothing more than three Yankee candles and the occasional bolt of lightning, the room was thick and shadowy. The women's eyes, lips, and bodies, illuminated by those tiny, dancing flames, took on an otherworldly beauty.

"Feels kind of like a horror movie," I joked.

"Ah, the perfect first date," Lisa smiled.

"That's your perfect date night?" Annie asked her, "Blood and guts? Creepy little ghost kids jumping out of the closet?"

"Yes! It's perfect because you have a built-in excuse to get all up-close and personal with your guy!"

Lisa scooted her chair away from her own husband, to demonstrate on me as she spoke:

"When the spooky music starts, you get to hug your date like a security blanket..."

Lisa feigned terror and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close.

Lace bra, I thought appreciatively, feeling her chest bulging against my arm.

"When the killer jumps out, ‘Boo!'" Lisa continued, "you get to avert your eyes by burying your face against his strong, manly chest..."

She let out a sudden yelp at some imaginary jumpscare and pressed her face into my pectorals. I glanced over at Chris, who was just shaking his head amusedly at Lisa's antics.

"And, as the movie goes on," Lisa continued, now looking up in my eyes, "you get closer and closer. By the time the credits roll, you're sitting on his lap, making out as quietly as possible while grinding on his boner. He starts groping you-discreetly of course, since you're in a public place-but if the theater is dark and empty enough, the two of you might even get some under-the-pants action."

The fingers holding my arm clenched tighter into my muscles. Lisa's lips curled up into a smile. There was an undeniable twinkle of energy between us; a tiny spark of what might have been.

Just then, the power came back on. Whatever moment I had been having with Lisa, real or imagined, was instantly gone. She broke away and returned to Chris.

"Also, if you watch one from the eighties, there's usually boobs," Erik added helpfully.

"Sounds fun," Annie said. "Too bad Tristan and I will never know what that's like."

"Hey, we've had scary movie dates before!" I protested.

"Yeah, but we only ever had one FIRST date. And it was great, but there were no murders, whatsoever. At least none we know about. And neither of us ever dated anybody else after that."

"Oh man!" Erik cried out in dismay. "You guys never had a scary movie first date? Not even in high school?"

"We didn't really date before college, then we met each other right away," I reminded him. "We were super shy kids with scary, overbearing parents."

"It's not the same when it's not your first date," Mina said.

Lisa added, "The whole point is that it helps you get over the initial awkwardness, and then you have this super-fast ramp up to kissing and groping. It's a hundred times better than booze."

With the power restored, we could hear the TV coming from the other room. Some washed-up comedian from Saturday Night Live was shouting about switching our car insurance.

I looked over at my Annie, effortlessly sexy in a stretchy white tee shirt and jeans. Any man would be lucky to experience a first date with her, but I was the only guy who'd ever had the pleasure. And, once again, there was that same train of thought from earlier:

What had Annie and I stolen from each other by meeting so young?

My woman deserved to feel desired by the whole goddamn world; her heart swelling with pride and excitement as guy after guy got his first taste of her lips, his first over-eager handful of her butt, his first glimpse of her full, naked breasts.

I had denied her all of that.

As silly as it sounded, I felt a sudden pang of guilt realizing that even something as simple as groping and kissing during a "first-date scary-movie" was an experience neither Annie nor I would ever get to enjoy. Not unless...

"What about tonight?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

My words were met with five blank, uncomprehending faces.

"What do you mean?" Mina asked.

I took a deep breath before nervously answering, "I mean, what if we put a horror movie on in the other room right now? What if we all had that scary movie date Annie and I never got to try?"

Lisa shook her head, "I told you, it's not the same when it's not your FIRST date."

I looked over at Annie again, then said, "Well... Annie's never been on a date with Erik or Chris, has she?"

Annie's eyes went wide. Her cheeks went red. And her pulse, I knew, went racing.

"Wha- what do you mean?" Chris asked.

Okay. Deep breath. "I mean, why don't the six of us trade dates during the movie? We could all get a taste of that ‘first date suspense' we've been missing lately."

"Wait, are you serious?" Mina asked. "You want to put on a movie and swap dates?"

"Well, I mean, I guess? We could just see where it goes, right?"

I felt suddenly self-conscious, aware of the magnitude of what I'd just said. But then I saw my wife's eyes again-the thrill in them-and I thought of my own desires; all the years I'd spent fantasizing about Lisa and Mina.

For better or for worse, this idea had popped into my head, and I couldn't wriggle out of it.

I tried not to swallow my words as I kept rambling on, "I just think it'd be fun. We'd all be in the same room together, it's not like we'd be doing anything sneaky behind each other's backs. Nobody would have to do anything they weren't comfortable with."

You could hear a pin drop.

Well, not literally, because at that very moment a comically dramatic crash of thunder shook the entire house.

Aw, come on, somebody crack a joke! I silently pleaded. Make fun of me again for the auto-corrected ‘monogamy.'

But nobody did. I felt like I was drowning.

Then, my sweet, innocent wife of all people came to my rescue. "But how would we choose who pairs up with who?" Annie asked. "I wouldn't want to hurt anybody's feelings."

"Hold on, Annie, you're okay with this?" Lisa asked, incredulous.

"With swapping spouses for the night?" Erik asked, also not believing his ears.

Annie shrugged, "I mean, it's like Tristan said. It's not like we're becoming full-on swingers or anything. It would just be like we were fooling around in the back of a dark movie theater for a couple hours. Doesn't feel like it's THAT different from what we were doing earlier today with the sunscreen."

Erik and Chris both had terrible poker faces; everyone could instantly see that they were on board with the idea. Mina and Lisa were much harder to read.

"Girls-only meeting!" Mina declared, leaping to her feet. She grabbed Annie and Lisa by the hands and led them away into the privacy of Mina's bedroom. Annie cast a final, excited glance in my direction before Mina shut and locked the door behind them.

The other men turned to look at me in unison.

"Soooooo... um, I, uh..." Chris stammered.

"Uh-huh," I answered, equally articulate. "I mean, if, you know."

Erik nodded, "Sure, sure. If, yeah. As long as... right. Yeah."

"Good talk," I said.

We all nodded. Nobody wanted to add anything more to the conversation. No need to make it weird with actual sentences.

The three women clearly needed a little more time to discuss the matter. We let them have it, doing the dishes and tidying up to keep ourselves from going crazy while we waited.

At long last, our wives rejoined us. Without a word, Annie took my hand, Mina grabbed her husband, and Lisa took Chris away, and they led us back into our respective bedrooms.

***

"Everything okay?" I whispered.

Annie answered by pulling me in for a powerful kiss.

"Thank you. I love you. Let's have fun," she whispered.

"What did you girls talk about?" I asked.

"Rules. Limits. What we were all comfortable with."

"Great! Rules. Gotta have rules. What did you decide?"

Annie shook her head, coyly biting her lower lip as she whispered, "It's a secret."

"So... that means..."

"That means I think you're gonna enjoy finding out. No-scratch that-I KNOW you're gonna enjoy finding out."

It was like a bolt of lightning lit me up from head to toe. I'm pretty sure my hair stood up on end-Zzzap!-like some matinee mad scientist.

Annie continued, "How about you guys? What are the men comfortable with?"

"Well, we did have a pretty in-depth discussion about it. Three or four words, at least."

She playfully slugged me in the arm.

I grinned, "We're comfortable with whatever you are. As long as everyone is having fun."

Annie took my hand again and tugged me deeper into the bedroom, practically skipping with excitement.

"Great! Now let's go slip into something a little more comfortable for our dates."

***

Choosing the perfect horror movie for a make-believe "first date" was a tricky proposition, even with a genre expert like Lisa leading the discussion.

"I like Pan's Labyrinth," Annie offered. "It's so pretty."

My wife had decided to play up her "adorableness" factor in her choice of pajamas, wearing a tight pink tee shirt with Hello Kitty printed across the chest. It was a crop top, so her toned tummy was on full display above a stretchy pair of athletic shorts that hugged her butt cheeks while leaving her gorgeous legs totally bare. The overall effect simultaneously screamed girl-next-door sweetness and sexy-slumber-party fantasy.

Lisa shook her head at Annie's suggestion, "Pan's Labyrinth is a great movie, but not really a ‘snuggly first date kind of movie.' The sad parts are too depressing, and the main character's a little kid. Not sexy."

"How about the new Saw movie?" Mina offered. "That was awesome."

Mina's pajamas were far less subtle than Annie's. She had decided to tease the men with a satin nightie in midnight blue. The shimmering fabric flowed over her outrageous curves like water, catching the light every time she changed position on the couch. It even had a slit up the side to expose her voluptuous hips and matching panties.

Lisa again shook her head, saying, "Blood and guts is fine, but you don't want to spoil the mood."

"Get Out." Chris said.

"No, there's too much mystery plot to follow! You also don't want a movie that's so engaging, you wind up paying more attention to it than you do to your date. That's why those shitty old movies from the eighties were so popular - you can look away from the screen and make out with somebody during Friday the 13th: Part Three and you don't have to worry about missing any key story details."

Lisa's beautiful body bounced enticingly as she paced back and forth in front of the big sectional sofa, passionately expounding on the merits of the horror genre. Up top, her breasts were hidden beneath a wine-colored camisole that revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Down below, her butt was covered by a cheeky pair of sleep shorts.

"Well, before anybody suggests it, I'm gonna preemptively veto Human Centipede," Erik joked, breaking some of the nervous tension in the room.

The men's pajamas, in contrast, all looked downright boring, but such is the nature of the fashion industry. Girls get to choose from ten thousand varieties of sexy sleepwear, boys get to pick flannel, sweatpants, or gym shorts.

"How about Wolf Guard?" I offered. "You know, the one with the lifeguards that turn into werewolves?"

Lisa's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Yes! It's trashy and campy, but still scary as fuck. Lots of fun! Great effects, peak summer horror. Plus, I'm willing to bet none of us have seen it since junior high."

Everyone cheered the suggestion.

"So... who is gonna sit with who?" Chris asked.

Mina ran into her bedroom and returned with an empty pillow case. She thrust it into my hands and declared, "We're gonna let Tristan decide! As a thank you for cooking dinner tonight, we decided Tristan should be the one who picks everybody's date for the evening."

I looked down at the pillow case in my hand. "How do I...?"

Annie grinned naughtily at me. "Just close your eyes, reach inside, and take something out," she whispered.

I obeyed, blindly feeling around inside the empty pillow case for -

No. Not empty. There was fabric in there. My fingertips found two small strips of soft cotton. I pinched one at random and drew it out -

"You got mine!" Lisa cheered, looking at the sexy black panties hanging from my fingers. She ran up and gave me an excited hug. "Keep ‘em," she whispered, "a little souvenir from our Summer Friend-cation."

Mina strolled over to Chris and pressed her finger into his chest. "Process of elimination: that means I get you tonight," she said, "and Annie gets Erik."

Annie glanced up, looking almost intimidated by her own date as Erik picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the couch. I was confident my wife wasn't gonna be disappointed snuggling up with the towering Nordic beefcake for a few hours.

"One more rule for tonight!" Mina declared. "Everybody takes a shot, right now!"

Everyone fired down a mouthful of tequila, then we turned off the lights, settled in around the big sofa, and started the film.

*** NEW YEAR'S EVE, SEVEN YEARS EARLIER...

I'm nineteen years old.

Water droplets cling to my bare skin like tiny icicles. The December wind is a thousand freezing razor blades. But fuck it all, I'll never be this young or this stupid, ever again.

"Last one! Go, go, go!" Annie whispers through a pitched fit of giggles.

I spin, reaching my arms down into the unlit swimming pool to help Lisa and Mina climb back out into the freezing night air. They're both single right now, so it's just the four of us this New Year's Eve.

Me, Annie, Mina, and Lisa - all of us stripped down to our underwear and flailing around in the dark like a pack of lunatics.

Mina climbs out of the pool, scrabbling up over my shoulder with a whispered "Thanks." Lisa is less gracious. All the bourbon swimming around her bloodstream has temporarily twisted her brain into a force for evil.

With a grin, Lisa yanks on my arm and sends me belly-flopping back down into the icy black water. I scream bubbles beneath the surface.

Seconds later, we're back out of this pool and blindly sprinting, ninja-silent, through a stranger's back yard to find the next one. We vault the fence and disappear into the night, leaving a conspicuous trail of watery footprints on the sidewalk. The girls burst with shrieks and giggles, detonating like strings of whistling firecrackers.

"You are sooo gonna pay for that," I hiss at Lisa through chattering teeth.

Pool-hopping had been her idea. We'd initially planned on ringing in the new year at an epic off-campus house party, but then Mina's shitty ex-boyfriend had shown up and made her cry, so we decided to bail. Lisa had concocted this crazy idea to salvage New Year's Eve: we strip down to our undies and jump into all the swimming pools in the neighborhood before midnight. Something about it being "invigorating" and "reminding us that we're alive." Never mind that it's freezing cold and highly-illegal and we might get shot dead by some paranoid nutjob who spots us sneaking into his yard.

But any such concerns had vacated my head the instant Lisa peeled off her shirt, followed quickly by Annie and Mina.

Now, I'm running to the final house on our list, grinning like an idiot at the sight of these unbelievably sexy women, illuminated by the street lights. Dripping pool water, panties clinging like bodypaint, nipples doing their damndest to punch holes through flimsy bras, everything bouncing and jiggling at a full sprint.

We're flying, reaching speeds only possible when you're a teenager running half-naked with your best friends, fueled by so much alcohol and adrenaline that you barely feel the sidewalk zipping past beneath your bare feet.

"One more minute!" Annie whispers, risking a glance down at her phone in its water-proof case.

One final house. My ankle clips a ceramic lawn gnome-ouch!-then it's over the backyard fence and quietly down into the inky, freezing depths of another stranger's swimming pool. Three nubile female bodies splash down all around me, giggling out screams of bubbles.

My head pops above the surface just in time to hear cheers, shouts, and party poppers coming from every house on the street.

"Happy New Year!" we whisper excitedly.

Annie paddles over to plant a fiery, celebratory kiss on my lips. Strands of wet red hair stick to her cheeks and shoulders.

"Happy New Year, baby," she shivers.

"Hey, no fair!" Mina teases, paddling over to join us.

Lisa appears at my other side, treading water just high enough to show off her wet bra.

"We want a New Year's kiss, too!" she says playfully.

Annie smirks, "Okay, okay, just bring him back with a full tank of gas when you're finished."

"Sounds good!" Lisa whispers.

Then Lisa and Mina are attacking me from both sides: kissing, grabbing, practically climbing me as I try to keep treading water. Fingernails rake teasingly down my chest and I don't know who they belong to. Lithe legs rub at my thighs. Wet cleavage half-spills out of pool-soaked bra cups.

And you know what? It's true what they say. Shared body heat really is the best way to stay warm in the winter. And just like that, I'm fully erect - freezing water be damned. My dick could melt snow like a hot iron ingot.

I hear Annie laughing and cheering them on.

With a final stroke of someone's tongue across my lower lip, we break apart.

"VERY Happy New Year," I joke.

I let Annie hoist herself out of the pool. Then Mina. But when Lisa grabs hold of the ladder, I decide it's time for some payback for that stunt from earlier. My hand shoots out to grab her leg and yank her back in, but it's too dark - and I'm too drunk - and so instead, my fingers grab hold of her lace bikini panties and -

Ripppp!!!

The feeble garment peels off her like wet tissue, baring Lisa's beautiful, bubbly butt to the New Year's moon.

Oh, wow.

I've been fantasizing about this girl's ass for as long as I've had fantasies. Now here it is, perfectly round and staring me in the face. Begging to be licked and spanked and groped while my cock splits her pussy from behind, and -

"Tristan, what the fuck?!" Lisa screams, spinning to face me.

The other girls stop and look at me, too. I'm bobbing in the pool with a strip of torn underwear in my fingers.

"No, no, no! I was just trying to get her back for pulling me in the water at that last house!"

"By ripping off my fucking panties?!"

"I was reaching for your leg!"

My eyes trail unbidden down to the delicate tuft of fuzz between Lisa's legs. Woah.

Suddenly, the back door of the house slams open-somebody must have heard Lisa scream-and an overweight guy storms out, brandishing a baseball bat.

At least it's not a shotgun, I think to myself.

"Hey, get out of my fucking yard!" he roars.

With a scream and a shriek, the four of us are back over his fence and sprinting home in the darkness. Lisa's slender hands doing their best to cover up her delicious nudity.

*** PRESENT DAY

Over the course of our friendship, Lisa and I had watched approximately a trillion movies together. Probably more. Sometimes, it was just the two of us. Sometimes, we cuddled in the dark. Sometimes, I got painfully hard in her presence and had to hide it like a teenager wielding a spontaneous erection in chemistry class. But never once, in all those trillion movie nights, did Lisa and I ever have anything resembling "a date."

And now? I had her panties in my pocket.

Lisa's smooth legs looked especially good in those cheeky shorts she had on. I absentmindedly ran my fingertips along her bare thigh, then draped my arm across her shoulders to pull her body even closer against mine. She responded by sliding a hand up under my shirt to trace teasing circles in my chest hair.

My senses drank in every detail of the feminine presence beside me: Delicate fingertips. Warm body. Smooth legs. Strawberry body wash. Slender shoulders.

Soft lips brushed against my ear and Lisa whispered, "Will my big, strong man protect me from all the scary werewolves tonight?"

In an exaggerated manly voice, I whispered back, "Lisa, I one hundred percent guarantee that you will not be killed by werewolves tonight." I let my own lips graze her earlobe as I said it.

A decade's worth of unfulfilled fantasies started replaying in my brain, all at once; an endless montage of horny, animated mental GIFs starring me and Lisa. Rolling around naked, groping, licking, moaning, fucking. Things we would never do in real life. COULD never do in real life.

My breathing quickened, desperately wondering what these secret limits were that the women had decided amongst themselves. Kissing was probably okay, right? I mean, I'd already kissed Lisa and Mina at various times over the years. Maybe some light petting on top of the clothes? That didn't seem like a huge leap from the sunscreen rubdowns this afternoon. I doubted any of the wives had agreed to anything more scandalous than that.

I glanced at the other couples on the couch, faintly illuminated by the glow of the TV:

Annie and Erik were comically mis-matched in terms of size, with her being a full 14 inches shorter than him. She clung to one of his massive biceps for "protection," like a koala hugging a tree, and Erik was clearly doing some extra flexing for her benefit.

Beside them, Mina had plopped her panty-covered butt directly onto Chris's lap, making it difficult for him to focus on the film for more than half a second at a time. I could see acres of her glorious cleavage from where I was sitting, and I could only imagine the view Chris was treated to, looking directly down her neckline. He tried to be a gentleman and keep his eyes on the screen, but it was a lost cause. The cosmic gravity of Mina's tits kept drawing the poor guy's gaze downwards, again and again.

A scream drew my attention back to the movie, where a sexy blonde coed was sprinting down the beach in her underwear, squealing in terror beneath the night sky. Suddenly, out of the darkness sprang a slathering wolf monster, grabbing hold of her nubile body in his claws and hoisting it up in front of the full moon. In an artful silhouette, the creature tore off both her arms.

"Woah!" Erik shouted. Then, making a joke of the moment, he added, "Protect me, Annie, I'm so scared!"

"There, there, I'll keep you safe," Annie answered, patting her 6'4" date like a reassuring parent. Erik made an exaggerated show of clinging to my petite wife, pressing his cheek to the side of her breast to hide from the gruesome events on-screen.

Everyone cracked up, but I could tell Annie was getting a real kick out of having the guy's face up against her tit.

Lisa leaned in again to whisper into my ear, "I don't think Erik quite understands the assignment here. Why don't we show him how it's done?"

A few minutes later, another character stumbled across the first victim buried in the sand, prompting yet another jump scare with a sting of music as the mutilated body popped suddenly into view.

With a yelp, Lisa reflexively flung her arms around my torso and tossed a long, smooth leg up and over my lap, holding on for dear life. Her bare thigh pushed down on my penis through the feeble layer of my gym shorts, and her unfairly-large bosom squashed against my ribcage.

Lisa's sudden change in position had a few unforeseen side effects on her pajamas. One of the little straps holding up her camisole slipped off her shoulder and dragged her neckline down with it, exposing the top of a single, perfect breast all the way to the edge of her nipple.

My body reacted as expected, and I started to swell and stiffen against the pressure of her leg on my lap. She looked up at me with those stunning green eyes and caught me, dead to rights, staring at her chest.

Instead of tugging her neckline back up to its correct position, however, Lisa innocently brushed aside her other shirt strap, leaving both shoulders completely bare and her neckline hanging on by a precarious thread. Any sudden movement, and Lisa's shirt was going to tumble down into a puddle at her waist.

"Oh yeahhh..."

Beside us on the couch, Mina let out a low moan. All eyes swung over to watch as Chris began giving her a neck and shoulder massage. Mina was still perched on his lap, and as she reveled in the sensation of his kneading fingers, her head had rolled back in delight, exposing her throat to his lips. I caught discreet movement down below, as Mina started grinding her juicy ass against Chris's crotch. Not a lapdance, by any means, but certainly enough to get the guy's attention. He visibly gulped, which was adorable, but he didn't let the stimulation on his lap distract him from massaging his big-breasted date.

Lisa touched a finger to my chin and turned my head to instead look at my wife and Erik, who had moved past their little comedy routine from earlier and were now officially cuddling. She was nibbling on his earlobe, and their legs were intertwined all the way up to the thigh, meaning it was inconceivable that Annie wasn't feeling Erik's hard cock rubbing against her leg, just as Lisa was definitely feeling mine.

I continued watching my wife with growing arousal as she and Erik gave into their natural urges and locked lips. Her fingers stroked at his strong jawline.

If Annie can kiss Erik, then that means Lisa and I...

"Are you okay with that?" Lisa whispered to me, nodding towards Annie and Erik.

"Definitely," I answered. "I want Annie to get a taste of all the things she never had."

"And what about you?" Lisa asked breathlessly, her eyes now looking down at my lips. "What's something you always wanted to get a taste of?"

The agony of looking into Lisa's achingly pretty face was too much to resist. It was torture, codified into law under the Geneva Convention, and it finally broke me. My hands-acting fully on auto-pilot-grabbed hold of Lisa's bare shoulders and I pulled her mouth to mine.

She fell into me, the heat of her lips scalding but oh-so-delicious. Her tongue tasted of a shocking sweetness, like licking molten candy hot out of the oven. My 26-year-old brain was instantly reset to its factory settings. This was no playful New Year's Eve smooch from a friend; it was a kiss of hunger and desperation, a kiss of unbearable adolescent fantasies made real, a kiss that silently screamed, "I've wanted this for years."

We were both panting when we finally broke apart for air.

"Wow," she whispered.

Beside us, Mina's moans of delight became muted as she turned around on Chris's lap to mash her face against his. Lisa smiled at the excitement in her husband's eyes.

"We all want this," I whispered reassuringly to Lisa, and our lips collided once again. She made a high pitched whimper as she quickly pivoted to straddle me on the sofa, throwing her arms haphazardly around my neck for support and dropping her crotch directly onto my now-raging stiffy.

"This is okay, too?" she asked, sliding her hips back and forth. With our pajamas and underwear, there were still four layers of clothing separating my dick from her slit, but those layers were VERY THIN.

On the TV, an animatronic werewolf burst out of the sand, howling as it tore through a sexy couple that had been enjoying a passionate R-rated fuck on the beach.

I looked down to Lisa's hips, gliding back and forth on my lap, watching as the hemline of her cotton shorts rode way up to fully expose a perfect pair of bubble-round buttcheeks.

Damn, that ass is amazing. Firm but pliable. Generously-sized and exquisitely-shaped. I don't consider myself an ass man, but Lisa's booty was definitely threatening to convert me. I reached down with both hands and gave that butt a good, strong squeeze. She gasped in surprise, but my sudden grope just urged her on and she started grinding me even harder. I felt the heat of her cunt radiating through our clothes.

The movie-already forgotten-continued playing in the background as the sounds of wet, passionate kissing and heavy breathing filled the darkened room. Everything had escalated with shocking speed, like a balloon exploding into shreds from a single pin prick.

Annie and Mina immediately followed Lisa's example and started grinding on their own dates, but I was so focused on Lisa I barely even noticed. She grabbed at my back, fingers clenching around fistfulls of my shirt.

"Did you know," she whispered between kisses, "back in high school, I kind of had a crush on you?"

"What?" I whispered back, not sure I'd heard right. My head was swirling a bit from the combination of tequila and the beautiful ass in my hands.

"You heard me."

"But I was a nerd! I was awkward. I was skinny. I was insecure."

"All true, but you were also my favorite boy in the whole wide world. You were always so sweet, and funny, and you have those kind eyes... and a cute butt! What can I say? I had a crush on you, and I don't think it ever really went away."

"But... you never...".

"I was scared, too. I was just a confused teenager."

I broke away from our makeout session to get a better look at her, appreciating how utterly sexy she was: vivid green eyes, hair disheveled, shoulders bare, cleavage spilling out everywhere. Erect nipples brazenly staring me in the face through her shirt.

Lisa noticed I was looking at her tits and smiled. Then, her whole body shaking with excitement, she reached behind to pull my hands off of her ass and eagerly pressed them to her chest.

I SQUEEZED, feeling the full weight of Lisa's spectacular boobs for the first time ever. Her erect nipples rolled beneath my thumbs.

"Ahhhh," she panted, almost sounding relieved from the stimulation in her breasts. I craned my neck forward, kissing and licking at her exposed throat, teeth nipping the sensitive skin.

Then her fingers were yanking my hair, pulling me hungrily to her lips for an even more passionate kiss.

Nearby, I caught a glimpse of Chris and Mina, his hands sliding up under her nightie to fondle those huge tits. Her hand slid down his stomach muscles in response, fingers slipping beneath his waistband, towards...

Holy shit. Was THAT allowed?

Mina reached inside Chris's pants and firmly grabbed his cock.

"What the hell are these ‘limits' you girls voted on?" I panted in Lisa's ear. "ARE there any limits?"

"No coming. No fucking," she whispered excitedly. "Everything else is fair game."

On the other side of the couch, I watched in disbelief as Annie straddled Erik's hand and started rubbing the crotch of her shorts against his fingers. He stared down at what she was doing, slack-jawed with arousal.

I felt a fire raging through my blood. Not a fire of anger, nor of jealousy, but of something else. Something I'd never felt before. It was an emotion I had no name for, but it felt like someone had just jabbed a massive needle of adrenaline directly into my sex drive.

"Remember-mmm!-Remember our prom night?" Lisa whispered.

I nodded wordlessly, giving her overflowing breasts another good squeeze.

Her lips moved back to my ear as she continued, "I totally would have-mmm!-would have fucked you that night. I even wore a thong and a sexy bra beneath my dress, just in case."

I pulled at Lisa's nipples, causing her to whimper deliciously. Whatever weird new energy was powering my batteries, she clearly felt it, too.

Finally, Lisa breathed, "I wanted you to be my first."

The world around me was spinning like a top. Raindrops and thunder outside, moaning and kissing inside, shrieking and howling on the TV.

With my own wolf-like snarl, I grabbed hold of Lisa's delicate little camisole and yanked it down to her waist. Her firm, naked breasts spilled free, unfettered by any more pesky clothing, exploding into view inches from my lips.

"Oh god," she breathed.

The swirling storm of emotion and arousal seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation for a moment, then I mashed my face against her tits and slurped her nipple into my mouth.

"Yes!" Lisa screamed.

Fingernails raked my hair like claws. She dropped her lips, planting appreciative kisses along the top of my scalp while I groped and suckled her boobs, feasting to my heart's content.

I half-expected my dick to rip right through my clothes, like a werewolf.

Then the power went out again.

The room was instantly plunged into suffocating blackness; no lights, no TV, no phones, no candles.

"Fuck!" Erik shouted. "Do we have to stop?"

"Hell no, we don't have to stop!" Mina shouted back. "I'm having too much fun!"

Everyone awkwardly grunted their agreement and we turned our attention back to the task at hand.

Blinded by the power outage, I noticed my remaining four senses had started compensating. I became hyper-aware of everything; every delighted kiss and erotic moan, every rustle of groped clothing, every jostle of the couch cushions beneath the three grinding couples.

There was a brief tugging at my chest, and then my shirt was up and over my head, discarded into the darkness God knows where. I felt a moment of chill against my bare chest, and then the soft warmth of Lisa's breasts clapped ecstatically against my skin. We tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor together. I breathed through the mess of Lisa's long hair-tangled between our faces-before brushing it aside so I could resume sucking on her tongue.

My hands stabbed down beneath the fabric of Lisa's shorts, feeling the shape of a skimpy thong running between the globes of her ass. I groped her again, but this time I let my touch keep roaming, tracing along the line of Lisa's panties until I found ground zero and felt slick, wet heat leaking through the fabric.

No way I was stopping now.

"Oh, Tristannnn!!!" Lisa's whole body shuddered as my fingers slipped right past her thong and effortlessly penetrated her cunt, rocking the fault lines of her nervous system with a thousand tiny earthquakes. She let out a deep moan, like her soul was leaving her body, and started eagerly humping herself against my fingers.

Just then, a web of lighting lit up the sky outside, and I caught a single, sexy snapshot of the other bodies in the room:

Erik had stripped down to his underwear, and Annie was kneeling on the floor between his legs in what looked almost like an act of worship. She was licking the well-defined muscles of his torso while her hands busied themselves down below, stroking his bulge.

Mina was gloriously topless, her back arched and her massive breasts thrusting forward so that Chris could finally get his lucky hands on them. His cock was already out in the open air, and Mina was blatantly stroking it back and forth across the tiny triangle of satin covering her gash.

They were only visible for a fraction of a second, but those flash-frame images were still forever burned into my memory banks. A moment later, the ensuing crash of thunder came deafeningly close, rattling my teeth like an over-cranked subwoofer.

In the darkness, I felt Lisa's hands at the waistband of my pajama pants, urgently tugging them down past my hips. My cock sprang free. A second later, delicate feminine fingers curled torturously around the shaft.

"Ohh fuck!" Lisa groaned, riding my thrusting fingers like her life depended on it. "Ohh god! Ohh fuck! Ohh god! Ohh fuck!"

I flipped her onto her back and ripped the thong off of her body. In an instant, her thighs were wrapped around my waist, grazing the tip of my naked cock back and forth along the folds of her slit.

My hands and mouth were everywhere, all at once. Lisa's big, juicy tits. Her soft, luscious lips. Her slender neck. I spun her around and worshipped her backside, playfully smacking that perfect ass and licking every inch of exposed, naked skin.

We rolled onto our sides and I felt my cock rubbing along the smooth curve of Lisa's butt before finally wedging itself snugly between her cheeks. My fingers reached around again to strum circles on her clit, keeping her buzzing throughout the ordeal.

Another series of lightning strikes lit up the sky, revealing our collective debauchery in a spasming sequence of erotic flashes:

Lisa's incredible body, writhing in my arms...

My wife, stuffing Erik's meaty cock between her lips...

Mina, riding Chris's face while reaching down to tug on his shaft...

Our moans were drowned out by another crash of thunder.

The sexy, slender girl I was holding rolled us over again so that she was on top. The twin mounds of her breasts slid across my stomach as she dropped her face to mine for another round of frenzied kisses.

"Fuckkkk Tristan! You have such good hands," she panted.

"The better to tease you with, my dear," I replied, thumbing her clit.

Lisa laughed at my little fairy tale joke. I flicked my tongue across her lips.

"And such a nice tongue," she giggled.

"The better to taste you with, my dear," I said with a grin.

Lisa cooed happily at the suggestion. She quickly rotated around, groping in the darkness to get herself into position for a classic ‘69.

I was still completely blinded, but that just made the sensation of her warm, wet tongue all the more electric as she circled my tip.

"Oh, and Tristan, what a hard, thick cock you have," she mewed.

"All the better to fuck you with," I answered. Then I grabbed Lisa's hips and pulled her hot, gushing pussy down onto my mouth.

I knew I wasn't allowed to make her come, but I wanted to make sure she was as close to boiling over as possible. I licked, sucked, and nibbled, stretching out her silky folds with my mouth and teasing her entrance. Her clit was grinding down on my chin.

Her blowjob wasn't the most technically-proficient I'd ever received-Lisa was far too distracted by her own shuddering pleasure at the moment to really concentrate on what she was doing-but I definitely appreciated the enthusiasm as my gorgeous date let her soft, pouty lips glide up and down my shaft before slurping me inside. My hips took on a mind of their own, fucking her sexy mouth with an animalistic fervor.

Lisa's liquid pleasure started leaking all over my face. I took that as my cue to finally drop my tongue directly onto her clit while my hands gripped her bare butt for leverage.

"Mmm! Thrmsrgdd!" she mumbled incoherently, her mouth stuffed to capacity with the meat of my dick.

Lisa pulled her mouth off of me, gasping to fill her lungs. She was shaking like a leaf as she screamed out, "Change of plans, everybody! I wanna re-write the rules!"

In the surrounding darkness, the moans of my wife and friends grew more urgent in their intensity.

"What do you want to do, Leese?" Chris's voice rang out in the darkness.

"I want... I want... I want..." Lisa screamed. "I want to come on Tristan's cock!"

Holy shit! my brain screamed again. Holy shit holy shit holy shit...

"Oh please, yes!" Annie whimpered.

"Yeah! FUCK THE RULES!!!" Mina moaned in agreement.

Erik, Chris, and I all roared our approval, as well.

Is this really happening!?

"Fuck me, Tristan!" Lisa pleaded at last. "I need you RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!"

I gave her ass a final, hard smack, and then rolled myself back on top, spreading her thighs wide for better access.

Lightning blazed through the sky again and again, revealing flash after flash of the bodies writhing all around me; an erotic Zootrope. Mother Nature, infuriatingly buffering a live-action porno.

First I saw Lisa, pinned beneath my weight, looking up at me with the wild, ravenous hunger of a starving wolf. Her chest heaving, body shuddering with desire. My tip, hovering at her entrance, just BARELY parting the soft folds of flesh.

Then I saw Mina, lying facedown on the couch with her ass in the air, breasts smashed down against the cushions. Chris knelt behind her, gripping her waist, preparing to spear her with his angry cock.

And finally, there was Annie-my sweet, petite, adorable wife-stripped bare and climbing atop Erik's towering erection to ride him like a cowgirl.

This time, the thunder didn't cover up our screams.

I slid to the hilt inside of Lisa, feeling every exquisite inch gripping my shaft. I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth.

"Sooooo goooood..." Lisa sighed.

I withdrew a few inches, but her hands found my ass and she pulled me right back in with an erotic moan.

"Let me feel you for a second," she begged.

So I just held her in my arms, our bodies conjoined in the dark. I felt her body tense around my cock and then suddenly relax as the blissful reality of the situation crashed down. We were fucking. After all those years, we were finally, truly doing it.

"Okay, okay... NOW," Lisa moaned.

I happily obliged, thrusting into her with long, smooth strokes. Wet slaps echoed through the room as my hips collided with her molten-hot flesh.

The couch springs whined as Annie bounced on Erik and Chris pounded away at Mina. The smell of sex-a knockout cocktail of energetic perspiration and wet, gushing pussies-filled my nostrils.

We went at it like six wolves in heat. Rolling from position to position. First I was on top, then Lisa took control, her fabulous breasts bouncing against my face with every thrust. Then I pulled out and fucked her from behind, slamming into the cushion of her bubbly butt cheeks over and over again.

A chorus of orgasms erupted all around the room, further spurning us on. First Erik, then Mina, Chris, and finally Annie all screamed their climaxes into the stratosphere.

"Mish.. mishirarily..." Lisa mumbled in a near-orgasmic stupor. Then she collected her thoughts and begged me: "Missionary!"

I pulled out and then speared back in with Lisa flat on her back. She seemed to lose all control of her body in that moment, breathing and moaning with machine-gun speed as I pounded her with everything I had.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes..."

She convulsed into muscle spasms, building, building...

"Oh god, YESSSSS!!!" Lisa screamed, smashing through into blissful oblivion.

A final flash of lightning split the sky and illuminated her face mid-orgasm, exposing a white-hot snapshot of beautiful agony, eyes scrunched shut, lips wide open...

My cock burst, spurting deep inside Lisa's body, filling her with an entire lifetime of pent-up desire.

"Amazing," Lisa whispered into my ear.

***

For a long while, we laid there in the darkness, floating in the limbo of a post-orgasmic fugue. The relentless rain outside calmed down to a gentle ambience of plinking droplets on the roof tiles. The storm was finally over.

Eventually, the power came back on, bathing the room in the cool glow of the television. The blackout had prescribed a sense of unreality to our actions, hiding us from the world; blurring the line between sex and simple fantasy. But now, as soft electric light washed over our six sweaty bodies, the mismatched couples were revealed to each other in all our undeniable, bare-naked reality.

A thousand questions hung suspended in the air, but at that moment only one of them really mattered:

"How is everybody doing?" Annie asked meekly. Her words were addressed to the entire room, but her eyes were fixed only on me.

"Fuck, that was hot!" Mina sighed, flopping onto her back in exhaustion. Even with the flood of emotions pumping through my veins, I had to appreciate seeing those enormous tits out in the open.

"I just wish we'd done this years ago," Erik said, gently caressing my wife's butt.

"I gotta admit, I wasn't sure whether I was gonna feel jealous or whatever when Lisa hooked up with Tristan," Chris said. "But I actually thought it was kind of awesome. It was like, ‘Hell yeah, my wife is such a babe!'"

Lisa playfully ruffled my hair. "Worth the wait," she said. "But I agree with Erik, we all should have done that a long time ago."

Only Annie and I had yet to answer. My wife's adorable eyes flashed with excitement, her cheeks and chest pink with exertion and arousal. She took a deep breath and said, "I feel fucking amazing. I love all of you, and I love that we all trust each other enough to do this. To share like this."

I nodded my agreement. "No jealousy. No regrets. And GOOD GOD you three women are sexy!" I gave Lisa's ass a loud slap to make my point.

"And the guys!" Annie cheered, stroking Erik's chest.

Lisa propped herself up on her elbows, letting her hefty boobs swing pendulously beneath her body. "I can safely say, what we just did tonight has put all my other ‘scary movie first dates' to shame!"

We all shared another round of drinks, not bothering to put our clothes back on, then we went back to our proper spouses and turned in for the night. I felt lighter than air, taking Annie back to the privacy of our bedroom.

I pulled my wife into the shower with me and we held each other close, neither of us speaking a word while we lovingly cleansed the evidence of our tryst off each other's bodies.

"Are you sure we're okay?" she asked me, breaking the silence as we climbed naked beneath the sheets of our bed.

"I'm sure that I'm the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived. And yes, Annie, I'm sure that I still love you more than the world itself."

"I love you too! But, shouldn't we be jealous? Is it weird that we're both so, like, cool with this?"

"I can't speak for anybody else, but I think it just means we're really secure with what we have. Honestly, it's kind of a relief; I feel like we cleared up a lot of unresolved sexual tension and angst with our best friends."

"I'm glad I was finally able to give you the experience of being with another woman."

"And I'm glad you had so much fun riding Erik's big Nordic schlong."

She exploded into giggles, a beautiful sound.

"Don't you worry, Tristan. I still remember who this pussy belongs to."

"Damn right you do."

I pulled her body to mine, smiling at the tickle of her pubic hair against my hip. Her scent, her skin, her silhouette-this body I'd touched and loved and fucked a hundred thousand times before-felt brand new in my arms that night.

We made love like it was our first time, intimately rediscovering each other well into the morning hours.

***

Chapter 5: Sex for Breakfast SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, FIVE YEARS EARLIER...

I'm twenty-one years old.

I miss the old Comic-Con, from when I was a kid. Artist panels, big personalities, culture and community coming together in celebration. These days, it's just a public circle-jerk for the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or low-hanging fruit for short-form content creators that need you to "Smash that Like button!"

Kill me now.

There's more than a hundred and thirty thousand people crammed into a building designed to accommodate crowds 10% this size. I'm functionally immobilized, being crushed on all sides by an ocean of sweaty nerds. Every bit as comfortable as I would be in the hold of a colonial-era slave ship.

Annie notices my discomfort and tugs on my arm, shouting, "Why don't we go outside and get some air that doesn't smell like aerosolized yak pee?"

We squeeze through the crowd like molasses and stagger out onto the sunny streets of San Diego. I can breathe again!

My girlfriend takes my hand and we stroll back to the hotel, where we're sharing a hotel room with Mina. Hotels here go for an insane premium during Comic-Con, but Mina's family is fucking loaded and she offered to let Annie and I sleep in her room for free, so we could all stay near the convention center.

Considering Mina's generosity, I feel guilty that I'm not enjoying myself more on this trip...

We enter our hotel room and find Mina stripping off her clothes. Never mind, now I'm enjoying myself plenty.

"Sorry! I can wait in the hall!" I say, turning away like a gentleman.

"Don't be silly, Tristan," Mina says, "I'm not shy around YOU."

Annie just shrugs and closes the door, trapping me in the room while this big-breasted goddess unsnaps her bra and strolls over to her suitcase, haphazardly covering her nipples with her fingers as she retrieves what looks like a handful of blue ribbon.

"Sorry I'm running late this morning, the cosplay makeup took longer than I expected."

I realize I've been so focused on her tits, I've barely even noticed Mina's eyes. She's wearing intense mascara and fake lashes, with a flourish of deep blue eye shadow. It's over-the-top but still really sexy. In fact-

Oh, good lord, now her pants are on the ground.

Mina's wearing a nude-colored thong, and nothing else. She quickly applies some shiny blue pasties over her nipples, and then turns back to face me, no longer even pretending to hide her humongous tits from my gaze. For all the skimpy outfits she likes to wear, I've never seen Mina this close to actually being naked before. My mouth goes dry and I can't look away. Playing it cool is not an option here.

I glance over at Annie and see she's just as entranced by Mina's nearly-naked figure as I am.

Mina has finally finished wiggling into her cosplay costume: a blue halter-top bra with black lacing across the cleavage, skimpy blue loincloth, exotic blue ninja mask, arm bands and bracers, and thigh-high boots over bare thighs. She's wielding a pair of 3D-printed bladed fans that could decapitate a man with a single swipe.

She's like an X-rated cross between a ninja and Princess Jasmine. If you play video games, you'd recognize her as Kitana from Mortal Kombat 9, the kind of girl who can literally make your head explode with a peck on the cheek.

"Geeze, Mina!" Annie stammers. "I'm glad I didn't dress up this year, there's no way I could compete with that!"

***

It's the end of the day now, and Mina is struggling to walk after spending the entire day in thigh-highs and stiletto heels. She staggers down the sidewalk on wobbly ankles, as if she just stepped off a rollercoaster, leaning on me and Annie for support.

"Hey Chun Li, ‘Get over here!'" a voice calls from behind us.

There's a pair of drunken dude-bros following us. The shorter one-unabashedly proud of his incorrect video game reference-pantomimes hurling a harpoon and pulling Mina towards him.

Mina politely laughs off the attempt and we walk inside the hotel.

Except, now those two creeps are following us through the lobby and into the hallway. They speed up, walking right behind us, uncomfortably close to Mina.

"Excuse me guys, that's close enough," Annie says curtly.

The tall one puts an arm around my girlfriend's shoulders. "Hey, don't be jealous of your friend, cutie. If you dressed like that, you'd be getting plenty of attention too."

"Back off!" Mina says.

The shorter one sticks his phone between Mina's legs to snap an unwanted photograph up under her loincloth.

"What the fuck?!" she shouts.

Suddenly, my right hand is exploding with pain and the amateur photographer is lying flat on his ass, blood spraying from his nose. I pick up his phone and hurl it against the wall, where it cracks into pieces. But I'm no beefy knight in shining armor, just a skinny college student. The guy stays down for maybe two seconds before he's back up on his feet. Then I feel his friend pinning my arms behind my back, a fist slams into my guts, and I immediately forget how I'm supposed to put air in my lungs.

Fuck-fuck-fuck! This hurts so much more in real life than the movies would have you believe.

The girls are screaming for help. Other people nearby start to notice what's up. The two dude bros grab my phone and smash it in retaliation, then run off screaming about what a "slut whore" Mina is.

***

It's the middle of the night, but none of us can sleep. My hand has swollen to the size of a softball from punching that guy, meaning I definitely did more damage to myself then I did to him. Probably gonna wind up with a hospital bill I can't afford to pay.

Real badass, Tristan.

Luckily for me, Annie and Mina are here to keep my spirits up. They're laying on either side of me in the room's single queen-sized bed, snuggling close. Caressing my chest with their fingers and planting tiny kisses on my neck and shoulders.

I know it's idiotic, but my hetero-male brain immediately starts thinking "threesome!" and my dick responds accordingly to the suggestion. There's nothing I can do to hide it; the huge tent in my boxer shorts is plainly visible to both of them.

"Looks like somebody's enjoying all the attention," Mina observes.

"Aww honey, are you having dirty thoughts right now?" Annie asks innocently.

"He's got two sexy babes in his bed," Mina teases. "Of course he's having dirty thoughts. It must be sooo frustrating."

Annie plants a gentle kiss on my swollen hand, adding, "But my brave man hurt his hand! Now there's nothing he can do to relieve all that frustration, is there?"

"Not unless he's a lefty," Mina joked.

"Or... unless I give him a little help," Annie smirks.

My cock twitches as she says it. Mina grins like a supervillain.

"Do it," she whispers.

Slowly, Annie reaches her fingers below my boxer shorts and she starts pumping my shaft in full view of her roommate. Mina's eyes lock onto the spectacle.

I suck in a breath through my teeth. I've been horny ALL DAY, thanks to Mina's skimpy Kitana outfit. Annie wasn't wrong when she said I needed some relief.

Mina chews anxiously on her lip, clearly aroused by what she's seeing. She gives her shirt a playful tug, as if she's going to whip it off, and asks, "Hey Annie? You mind if I give your man a little ‘extra inspiration' right now?"

She tugs at her shirt again, making sure we both know what she's proposing.

"Just this once," Annie breathes.

Beaming with pride, Mina peels off her shirt and lets her breasts tumble free. No pasties, this time. Those naked tits are fully out in the open and staring me in the face. Huge and round, capped with thick, burgundy nipples. Bouncing and swinging as she teasingly shakes her chest from side to side.

"Holy fuck..." I groan. The girls giggle at my reaction.

Annie starts stroking faster, and I can already feel my orgasm approaching. Mina gropes and squeezes her own boobs. She twists her nipples and moans, really making a show of it.

My hips are shaking now, reflexively thrusting against Annie's grip as my climax surges forward.

I reach my uninjured hand towards Mina's chest, but I remember myself at the last second and pull away. Mina cocks her head at Annie and throws a glance that silently asks, "What do you think?"

In reply, Annie picks up my hand and places it on Mina's enormous bare breast.

I'm panting now as I squeeze and grope, provoking a sexy series of gasps from Mina. Soft flesh overflows around my fingers. The firm bud of her nipple scrapes against my palm.

"I'm gonna-I'm gonna..."

"Come for us, baby," Annie pleads.

I explode inside my boxers, soaking through the material.

Pleased with themselves, the girls return to their comfortable positions at my sides. Mina slips her shirt back on. The moment recedes into memory.

"Wow," I mutter, knowing this must have been a once-in-a-lifetime event...

*** PRESENT DAY

I woke to find a few scant rays of real, honest-to-god sunshine streaming through the window. It was still raining on and off, but at least it no longer felt like we were hapless bystanders for the end of the world. Beside me, Annie continued slumbering peacefully, a naked angel all tuckered out after our night of debauchery.

I threw on some sweats and shambled out past the living room, where the crumpled clothes we'd all abandoned the night before still lay strewn about-a stark reminder that everything had really, truly transpired. In the kitchen, I found Mina brewing up a fresh pot of coffee. Her hair was tied back in a simple ponytail and she was wearing a bright yellow shirt above a comfy old pair of boxer shorts.

"Oh good! Somebody else is up!" She brightened at the sight of me and thrust her coffee mug into my grateful mitts. "I was going stir-crazy out here all by myself."

I warmed myself with a long sip of her coffee, then handed the mug back to Mina with a smile.

"So... you and Erik are cool with what happened last night?" I asked

"Oh, hell yes! Chris was every bit as yummy as I'd always dreamed he'd be, and Erik-well, he's had the hots for Annie ever since he met you guys, so last night was pretty cathartic for both of us. Just like I'm sure it was for you and Lisa, finally screwing after all these years?"

I nodded, "It was a lot, all at once, but yeah, Lisa was pretty amazing. She and I always had this..."

"Incredible, unfulfilled sexual tension?"

I nodded. "Lisa was my first-ever sexual fantasy when I was a kid."

"For real? No fucking way! Guess I shouldn't be surprised, with a face card like Lisa's. And you finally got to make that fantasy come true? How did reality measure up?"

"Better," I grinned.

"God, that's wild! That's so hot, damn!"

I was starting to feel self-conscious, so I decided to change the subject:

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"Ugh, like two hours! I woke up early, but I've been so horny, I couldn't fall back asleep. I tried jumping Erik's bones, but he was out cold. I came out here thinking I'd read a book, but I couldn't concentrate. I'm just too antsy, thinking about what went down last night."

She brought the coffee mug back to her lips.

"I'm pretty sure we all ‘went down' on somebody last night," I smirked.

Mina snorted mid-sip, spilling hot coffee down her front. She snatched up a fistful of paper towels to dab herself dry.

"Ouch! Ow-ow-ow! Goddamit, Tristan, why'd you make me laugh? Now I'm gonna have coffee-flavored nipples!"

"Don't threaten me with a good time."

"Yeah, you wish!"

She gave me a playful slap on the shoulder and we both took a moment to enjoy each other's company in silence.

A quick peak out the kitchen window reinforced just how devastating yesterday's storm had been. Palm fronds and picket fences lay strewn across the road, as if a tornado had blown through. It was a miracle the electricity had been restored.

"The beaches will have to be closed for a while. No telling when the roads will be cleared enough for us to drive anywhere," I observed.

"So, we're gonna be stuck inside again, today?"

"Looks that way."

Mina nodded thoughtfully. Then she looked down at the coffee stain on her chest, shrugged her shoulders, and whipped her shirt up and over her head.

"Uh-" I stammered.

"If we aren't going anywhere today, why bother getting dressed?" Mina said matter-of-factly, as if it was a perfectly rational explanation for exposing her tits to me in broad daylight.

Before I could form words, she also shimmied out of her boxer shorts and stood before me, completely nude, exposing a baby-soft, smooth-shaven twat.

Then she turned away from me to face the sink, gently rinsing the rest of the spilt coffee off her bare breasts. Sunlight streamed in through the kitchen window, hitting the water droplets on her chest and casting a heavenly glow across those glorious curves. Her soft round rump kept staring me in the face, my eyes fixating on the cute little dimple above her butt cheeks.

No doubt about it, this woman was a goddess. An earthly manifestation of lust, curves, and carnal hunger.

Unable to restrain myself, I gave Mina's ass a good, solid smack. She gasped in surprise, but then let out a silly little growl and flashed me a look of obviously-fake outrage.

"Spanking another man's wife?! How dare you?" she pouted, defiantly planting her hands on her hips.

"Serves you right for being such a tease, and you know it," I smirked.

"You think, just because your wife fucked my husband last night, that suddenly means I'm your property?"

She took another step towards me, until the pointed tips of her wet nipples were dangerously close to leaving damp spots on my shirt.

"Because," Mina added, more quietly this time, "that would mean you're mine, too."

Suddenly, her teasing was starting to feel more like foreplay. I wasn't sure what the rules of engagement were, anymore.

"Mina, what are we-"

"Am I interrupting something?" came the sound of Annie's voice. Mina and I spun around to see my wife leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, raising a curious eyebrow at Mina's lack of clothes.

Mina shook her head, "Not at all, I was just explaining to your husband here that, after last night, there's really no point in us wearing clothes around the house anymore. I mean, what's a little casual nudity between friends?"

"Uh-huh," Annie laughed. She considered for a moment, then said, "Ah, what the hell," and yanked off her own clothes, leaving me all alone in the kitchen with two impossibly sexy, fantastically naked women.

They looked right at me, grinning, curious to see how I'd respond.

"You guys look pretty pleased with yourselves right now," I joked, "but in a minute you're gonna realize that being naked isn't so awesome when you're grilling up a pan of bacon."

Mina sidled up to me and gave me a strong smack on the ass in retaliation for the one I'd just given her. "Good point, Tristan! Thanks for volunteering to make us breakfast."

I felt her hand give my butt a quick squeeze, then Mina sashayed off into the living room to sit on the sofa, sipping her coffee and enjoying the sunlight on her naked skin.

Annie just shook her head, amused by her friend's brazen behavior. "Not an ounce of shame on that one. I've always been so jealous of how fearless she is when it comes to her body." For a few torturous seconds, she gently stroked me through my pants. "You seem to be a pretty big fan of Mina's exhibitionist side, too."

I didn't say anything, I just blatantly ogled my wife's body while my fingers cupped her delicate pussy. She unfurled for me, and a single fingertip curled up inside.

Annie licked her lips at the sensation, whimpering, "What do you think's gonna happen today?"

"I don't know what's gonna happen, but whatever it is, you're my girl."

"Yeah I am!" she grinned. She gave me a quick, fierce kiss, and then followed Mina into the living room, leaving me with an extremely uncomfortable boner.

***

I put a lot of effort into making breakfast that morning, both to clear my head and because I figured it wouldn't hurt to win some bonus gratitude points from the women. While I worked in the kitchen, I overheard the occasional fragment of whispered gossip coming from the other room, where Mina and Annie huddled conspiratorially on the couch, giggling like a pair of school girls.

"...shape felt so different inside me."

"...if Tristan had picked my panties out of the bag, instead of Lisa's?"

"...gave you permission?"

"...make it weird, but yeah, I've always wanted to."

"...obsessed with your boobs."

I finally emerged from the kitchen brandishing a feast of bacon, waffles, frittatas, fruit salad, and a round of screwdrivers. Mina and Annie's smiles instantly told me my efforts had paid off. It's one thing for two beautiful women to compliment your cooking, but it's another thing entirely for two NAKED beautiful women to compliment your cooking.

Annie raised a suspicious eyebrow in my direction and asked, "Sweetie? How come you're not naked?"

"Hey, I was working with an open flame!"

"No, no, Annie has a point," Mina said. "It's not fair that us girls are the only ones taking our clothes off."

Annie grabbed hold of my shirt and started tugging. I pretended to struggle for a moment, then made a show of my surrender and let her strip my torso bare.

"That's a good boy. And now the main course," Annie instructed, gesturing down at my sweatpants. Resigned to my fate, I stood up and sighed, "Well, I am a firm believer in equality between the sexes..."

Annie slowly peeled down my waistband, teasing Mina with anticipation until, at last, my cock sprang free and stood up at full attention.

"A VERY firm believer," Mina observed.

"Mmm, breakfast sausage," Annie grinned, giving me a sexy squeeze in full view of our friend. Then she surprised me by leaning forward and gently sucking my cockhead between her lips. I felt my knees wobble as Annie made a show of sucking and teasing, circling the smooth tip with her tongue. Mina watched the display with wide eyes, nibbling on her lower lip and rubbing her thighs together.

Annie finally pulled away, leaving a thin trail of saliva suspended between her lips and my dick.

"Hey, don't stop on my account!" Mina whined.

Annie smirked, pleased with her little game of cock-tease. I had to hold onto the table to steady myself as I sat my naked ass back down. It was starving, but it was hard to concentrate on eating with my eyes darting back and forth between the beautiful babes sitting on either side of me.

We were all ravenous, it turned out. I'd cooked enough food for ten people, but the three of us put a pretty good dent in it.

"So, ladies..." I asked, taking a deep breath to calm myself down, "What was your favorite part about last night?"

Mina raised an eyebrow at my choice of words. "My favorite ‘part?' Well, Chris's did have this ONE part which definitely stood out for me above all the others."

The women laughed, sending a very enjoyable series of jiggles through their bare breasts.

"Har har. Fine, I walked into that one. Okay, let's try again: what was your favorite THING last night? Wait, no, that doesn't work either. Favorite MOMENT last night?"

Mina scrunched up her face in thought. "The fucking was awesome, but honestly? The best moment was right before that, when Lisa completely lost control and screamed out what we were all thinking, that she actually wanted to go all the way. No limits, no rules. That moment when that whole veneer of ‘we're just playing' all broke down and there was no turning back. THAT was a moment I'll never forget, as long as I fucking live."

Mina threw back the rest of her screwdriver to calm her nerves. "God, it gets me horny just thinking about it," she groaned.

"How about you?" I asked Annie. "Favorite moment?"

"No, you first!" she giggled.

"Okay... I'll say it was right at the end, hearing everybody coming together, one after another. It's like Mina said, it was that feeling of everyone coming loose at the seams. And all the girls sounded so sexy, moaning and groaning and screaming like that."

"Now you, Annie," Mina insisted.

Annie blushed, thinking back on her memories of the night's events. "Can my answer be a tie? I can't decide. It's either the moment when Erik first, you know, put it in me-"

"Mjolnir," Mina corrected.

"...Thor's hammer?" Annie asked.

Mina shook her head. "Erik's dick. It's our nickname for it in the bedroom. Last night he told me you were definitely worthy to wield it."

Annie cocked her head in amusement. "That's... actually really flattering and kind of sweet. So, Option A would be getting fucked by Mjolnir, because, obviously."

"Obviously," Mina agreed. "It's like eighty percent of the reason I married the guy."

"And Option B would be the first time I saw Tristan and Lisa having sex. Like, I already knew they were doing it-I could hear them-but it was so dark I couldn't actually see what was happening, and then, BAM! Lightning! And there they were, on the floor together. All naked, and thrusting, and moaning. That was incredible."

"You have an unexpected voyeurism kink?" Mina asked.

"No, that's not-okay, maybe a little. But mostly, it just felt really liberating. I had been carrying around all this guilt for years, because Tristan had never been with another woman besides me. All that guilt just washed away in one second. I felt so happy for him."

"Aww, Annie!" Mina smiled, "You are like the sweetest person in the world."

I nodded in agreement, "Of course she is. It's like 80% of why I married her."

Then I grabbed Annie's chair, scooted it across the floor towards me, and pulled her naked body onto my lap for a kiss. Annie's firm tits pressed against my chest as her tongue eagerly stroked across mine.

"Speaking of which, is there anything else I can give you to make you happy on this trip?" Annie asked, her voice suddenly taking on a flirtatious tone.

"You're the only one I've ever needed, Annie."

She smiled at that, then pointedly glanced back over her shoulder towards Mina. "Maybe, but I'm not the only one you've ever wanted. Tell me, honey, how many times have you jacked off over the years, thinking about Mina?"

Mina choked in surprise at Annie's blunt line of questioning.

"Annie! You're gonna make me spill my coffee again!"

I blushed as I tried to think of how to respond, "I, uh, don't think the world's mathematicians have invented numbers that high yet."

Annie extricated herself from my lap and strolled over to where Mina was sitting. She curled her fingers through her friend's hair and teased, "Mina? How about you? Have you ever touched yourself at night, imagining it was my husband down there?"

Mina's eyes flashed, excited. "Are you kidding? Our freshman year, I had to listen to you guys fuck like every night! I heard the way Tristan made you moan. You think I wasn't dreaming of what it would feel like to get some of that for myself?"

Annie nodded thoughtfully, then she reached down to the plate of waffles in front of Mina, scooped up a fingerful of maple syrup, and circled back around the table to where I was sitting. There was a smug, almost predatory look in her eyes, like a cat who knows she's cornered a mouse.

"Stand up, Tristan," she ordered.

I obediently rose to my feet, my naked erection pointing across the table like a compass needle, magnetic north at Mina's sexy smile. Annie playfully smeared syrup across my mouth.

"Mina, would you mind cleaning this up?" Annie asked.

Silently, Mina got up and walked around the table towards us, her heavy breasts swaying with every step. Annie raised her still-syrupy fingers and fed them to Mina, who made quite a spectacle of licking and sucking them clean.

"Mmm," Mina cooed sexily.

Then, removing the final shred of doubt about what she wanted to happen, Annie withdrew her fingers from Mina's mouth and turned her to face me, slowly guiding our faces together.

Mina melted hungrily against my kiss. Her tongue teased over my mouth and chin, and she sucked hard on my lower lip. I felt her enormous boobs collide with my body, smooth mountains of flesh molding to the shape of my chest.

A deep groan escaped my mouth.

Greedy for more, my arms ensnared her, pinning her arms at her sides and trapping those glorious curves against me. Mina's thick, puckered nipples slid back and forth across the muscles of my chest. My erection was an iron bar pressing into her soft tummy.

Last night, kissing Lisa had left my head spinning. It had been intoxicating, but messy with feelings. Kissing Mina this morning was wildly different. Just raw, uncomplicated animal lust. A primal need, deep in the pit of my stomach. An overwhelming urge to throw her to the ground and thrust myself deep inside her writhing body.

Mina finally broke away from my lips, gasping for air. She staggered back, bumping against the edge of the breakfast table. Her cheeks, throat, and cleavage were flushed pink with excitement.

"Damn Tristan, you really know how to kiss a girl," she panted.

"You guys are so hot together," Annie moaned nearby. Hearing my wife's voice temporarily brought me out of my erotic trance, and I took a moment to catch my breath.

"You've both wanted to fuck for so long, it hardly seems right keeping you apart," Annie cooed, wrapping her fingers around my dick. "You've had to keep those urges in check, haven't you? Day after day. Year after year. All because of little ol' me..."

Annie started pumping my shaft with slow, deliberate strokes. She grinned as she spoke, "I want you to look at Mina, sweetie. Really take a good, hard look."

Mina hopped her naked ass up onto the breakfast table, tits bouncing from the effort. She spread her thighs to present me with an unobstructed view of her smooth, wet cunt.

"Good God, Mina," I grunted with desire.

Annie kept stroking me, using her free hand to gently squeeze my aching balls. "I want to see what happens when you two cut the bullshit and really enjoy yourselves."

Then she released her hold on me and walked back over to the breakfast table, where Mina was waiting. Annie picked up the syrup dispenser and carefully positioned it above Mina's chest. Sensing what my wife was trying to do, Mina arched her back and thrust out her big, juicy tits expectantly.

My jaw fell open as Annie drizzled sweet golden syrup all over her friend's nipples. A single, gooey droplet gathered for a moment at the peak of one perfect bud, and then dripped down to pool on Mina's upper thigh.

"Okay Tristan, now it's your turn for cleanup duty," Annie whispered.

I took a halting step towards the breakfast table, but froze as the realization of what was happening finally hit home. "We should... talk to Erik first. Make sure he's okay with..." I trailed off as Mina dipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing.

"Erik and I already talked about this last night," Mina moaned. "We decided, for the rest of this trip, we're done with rules. ANYTHING goes."

My heart was pounding like a drum. Mina's eyes dropped to my dick. The fingers on her mound started stroking faster.

"Go on, baby. Don't leave this poor girl waiting," Annie teased.

I closed the final foot of distance between us and dropped my face to Mina's tits.

"Ahh!" she whined.

I sucked a big, sticky nipple into my mouth, savoring the sweetness of the syrup. Mina's fingernails found my back and dug in, clinging to me for support as I released her and then immediately attacked the other nipple, swirling my tongue.

While I devoured Mina's breasts, Annie pressed her naked body to my back, planting kisses across my shoulder blades. Her hand reached down once again for my penis, grasping firmly so she could feel every twitch and spasm.

"Fuck yeah!" Mina whimpered, and I feasted on her with a renewed fury. I mauled those tits like a lion, squeezing and suckling, mashing pillowy flesh against my face until I thought I might suffocate. All the while, my wife kept a firm grip on my dick, not offering me a moment's respite from all the stimulation.

I finally released her tits and pulled Mina in for another ferocious kiss on the lips, tasting her moans inside my mouth.

"I'm gonna eat your pussy now," I whispered.

"Yes please," she shuddered.

I twirled my tongue down between her breasts, over her soft stomach, and across her clean-shaven pubic mound, finally circling the outskirts of her most intimate regions. The rough stubble on my jaw rubbed the silky-soft skin of Mina's inner thigh. She was dripping wet, rivulets of slippery desire shimmering in the lips of her cunt. Her scent was overpowering.

I flicked up my eyes to see Annie leaning over the breakfast table, carefully extracting a handful of sliced peaches from the fruit salad. Eyes sparkling with mischief, she positioned her hand directly above Mina's crotch and clenched her fist, crushing the fruit into a stream of peach nectar. It dribbled down directly into her friend's pussy, and I took that as my cue to go in for the kill.

I sucked Mina's delicate folds into my mouth, tugging at the lips, teasing my tongue inside her body. Peach nectar mixed with pure arousal. She turned to putty in my hands. The pad of my tongue stroked up her slit until I felt the tiny bullet beneath...

"Ahhhh, right there," she moaned.

With my mouth otherwise occupied on her clit, I found the opportunity to slip a pair of fingers inside Mina's slippery wet folds, all the way to the knuckle.

Fingers might never be a proper substitute for a good hard cock, but Annie had taught me long ago that they have their own unique advantages when pleasing a woman. Chief among these advantages: dexterity. Fingers can twist, bend, spread, stroke, and rotate to a degree that an ordinary Earthling penis just isn't capable of matching. I loved eating pussy, but Annie always told me that my "magic fingers" were my secret weapon.

Mina definitely wasn't expecting those fingers to feel as good as they did.

"Holy shit!" she shrieked, spastically throwing her head back like a Pez dispenser. Her hips went into overdrive, urgently fucking my face. I sucked her clit between my lips, flicking it back and forth with the tip of my tongue.

With my free hand, I reached up and grabbed at her nipple, pinching, twisting, tugging...

Her breaths came ragged now, struggling to escape her lungs as she raced wildly towards climax.

"Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! Oh, Tristannn!!!"

Once her muscle spasms had finally relaxed, Mina pulled me back to my feet and gave me a big, messy kiss of gratitude.

"Ohh. That was... Goddamnit, Annie. You've been keeping that all to yourself this whole time?!" she laughed.

Annie placed her hands on my shoulders and pulled me in for yet another kiss, this time tasting Mina on my lips.

"You're gonna get yours next," I warned my wife.

"All in good time," she corrected, gently nudging me away.

Annie sat me down on a chair, so that my boner was pointing straight up at the ceiling. I expected her to mount me, but instead she reached back and retrieved the syrup dispenser from the breakfast table again, poured some thick, golden syrup into her palm, and slowly smeared it down my length.

"Mina? Clean up on aisle seven?" Annie teased. She didn't need to ask twice.

My busty friend slid herself to the floor, her legs wobbling like liquid rubber from her recent orgasm. She crawled on all fours towards my chair, breasts swaying, and took up position between my legs-my syrupy dick standing perfectly level with her mouth.

Mina examined it curiously, then asked, "Hey Annie? You know those pornos where the two girls blow the guy at the same time?"

"You mean, like, every porno ever?" Annie giggled, kneeling down beside Mina. "Absolutely."

"This can't be real," I groaned.

But it was. Mina slid her lips up from the base of my cock to the tip, leaving a trail of syrup behind as she pulled away. A moment later, Annie leaned into the other side of me with a big, slobbery lick that likewise left sticky strands of syrup dangling from her mouth.

"It's so messy," Mina laughed.

Then my eyes practically popped out of my head as the two women brought their mouths together-my shaft trapped helplessly in the middle-sucking and licking the syrup in a whirlwind of lips and tongues. It was sensory chaos; stimulation coming from more directions than I could process.

Annie gripped the base of my cock and held me in position as Mina wrapped her lips around my mushroom head and descended down, inhaling inch after inch of rigid meat. The sponge of her tongue caressed me, and her delirious moans vibrated the shaft like a tuning fork.

After a few blissful minutes, Mina pulled her mouth off my dick with an audible pop and then held it steady while Annie sucked it like a lollipop. Annie even grazed her teeth across the smooth dome at the tip, something she knew had a tendency to drive me crazy in the bedroom.

When my wife finally withdrew to give Mina another turn in the driver's seat, the buxom goddess surprised me with a special treat: she reached out her delicate little fingers, scooped up her huge, heavy tits, and crushed them together around my dick.

"Fuuuuuuck!" I groaned, pleasure shooting through every hyper-sensitive nerve as Mina pumped her succulent breasts up and down my erection. Smooth flesh slapped audibly against my thighs on every downstroke, jiggling from the impact.

My vision was blurring, but I was vaguely aware of my wife getting up and running into the kitchen while Mina kept up her incredible titty-fuck. My hands shot out and aggressively squeezed those glorious breasts even tighter around my shaft. I pushed my thumbs against the buds of her nipples, strumming them in circles to tease her as payback for blowing my mind like this.

Annie returned from the kitchen a few seconds later with a jar of coconut oil.

"Ooh, all-natural. Good call!" Mina cheered, pulling her boobs away from me long enough for my wife to apply a thorough coating of edible lubricant. I never could have dreamed that one day, I'd be watching my sweet, adorable Annie rubbing her hands all over Mina's hot fucking tits like a porn star.

Annie didn't miss a spot, either. She caressed every inch of her friend's chest, making sure there wasn't a single micrometer of skin that wouldn't glide across my erection like melted butter.

Before Mina could recommence her titfuck, Annie even treated herself to an extended taste of her friend's nipples, laughing wickedly as she tugged with her teeth.

"Jesus, Annie! What are you-oooh!-doing? I can't believe you'd just-ahhh! Fuck, who knew you were such a crazy slut?" Mina groaned deliciously.

I was actually grateful for the momentary reprieve, even beyond the unforgettable image of my wife sucking on her friend's big tits. The excitement and wild stimulation of the past few minutes had brought me dangerously close to my precipice. By the time Annie had finished her sapphic play, my head was back in the game and I was ready to go the distance with these gorgeous women.

The flesh of Mina's tits enveloped me once more, this time sliding and slipping around my rigid shaft in blissful agony. I smelled the aroma of coconut rising from all that glistening cleavage as Mina went to work. Her eyes flared with diabolic glee.

Then Annie upped the ante even further by scooting over and dropping her open mouth down between Mina's boobs, catching the tip of my cock every time it speared up into view.

"Ahhh!" I roared. "Enough of this! I'm fucking you both!"

The women squealed with delight as I grabbed hold of them and slid down to the floor, pulling us all into a syrup and coconut-scented pile of naked limbs. They both felt so different, wrapped up in my arms: Mina's expansive curves and hourglass figure vs. Annie's toned tush and long, slender legs. Both unbearably sexy in their own unique ways.

Annie's brilliant red hair cascaded down over my eyes, temporarily blinding me. Lips and hands caressed my face as I blindly fought to make sense of which body part belonged to which woman.

At last, I had my prize-my Annie-pinned beneath me. I spread her supple thighs apart to accommodate my raging hardness...

"No, Mina first,"Annie insisted with a whimper.

I paused, letting her words sink in. I reminded myself that this was Annie's half of the fantasy; watching me get to enjoy Mina to the fullest. She wanted us to consummate that promise before she took pleasure for herself.

I nodded and rolled off of my wife, finding Mina laying patiently at our side, wet and waiting.

"Thank you Annie," Mina smiled.

Mina rolled me onto my back like a judo master, her crazy tits flopping wildly in the process. Chestnut hair fell in a curtain across her cleavage, errant strands clinging to the shimmering coconut oil. Down below, I felt creamy thighs straddle my hips as she dropped her weight down, pinning my shaft down against her drooling slit.

I grabbed hold of Mina's gorgeous ass and slid her back and forth, teasing those soft, sopping pussy lips along the underside of my cock, feeling them unfold. My dick was completely soaked in her juices before I'd even slid inside.

Mina doesn't get wet, she gets DRENCHED, I thought smugly to myself.

"Give it to her," Annie urged.

I had no intention of waiting one second longer. I cupped my hands beneath Mina's ass and lifted her up-higher and higher-until my angry penis was finally able to spring back into its natural position, pointing directly up at her boiling cunt...

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Mina screamed, most definitely waking up the rest of the household as she impaled herself on me. Feminine heat gripped me like a vice as she slid down my pole, collapsing onto my chest with a flurry of kisses and a torrent of desire.

In a flash, my hips were bucking, my thighs crashing up against the generous cushion of her buttocks with every thrust.

"Yes! Take her, you fucking stud!" Annie moaned in my ear. I glanced over and realized my wife had already inserted her fingers up her snatch to match our movements.

Mina's whole body shook from my actions, smooth flesh rippling from the incessant impacts of my body slamming into hers. She finally managed to compose herself enough to sit back up and ride me properly, hands braced against my abdominals. Her tits bounced and shook, overloading my field of vision.

And what a vision it was.

Taking charge again, I flipped Mina onto her back and hooked her knees up over my shoulders for better leverage as I plowed her depths. From this angle, I could feel the curved head of my cock stroking Mina's spongy G-spot on every withdrawal, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. Pleasure building... building...

I rolled Mina over again, onto all fours this time, and twisted around to line myself up behind her. Mina wiggled her ass invitingly, and I dove right in, pounding her cunt and bringing my palm down hard across her butt cheeks again and again.

Mina's trance-like moans turned into incoherent muttering as her second orgasm approached on the horizon. Figuring she'd enjoy a little more direct clitoral stimulation, I reached around with one hand to strum her button. Mina's arms promptly gave out and she collapsed tits-first down onto the carpet, screaming and moaning, her juicy butt still up in the air, getting railed.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair with my other hand and gave it a sharp tug, provoking a shriek of excitement. The sudden sensation shattered her nervous system into pieces, and a flood of pleasure immediately filled in the cracks.

"Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Oh godddddd!!!" she screamed, her whole world collapsing into an avalanche of ecstasy.

I was desperate to come at that point, but first I owed my incredible wife her own climax. Summoning all my willpower, I pulled out of Mina's spasming slit and tried to get my heart rate under control...

Annie practically tackled me from the side. She had worked herself into a frenzy watching me and Mina, and now she was ready for some release. She reached down to guide my dick between her thighs and let out a grateful gasp as I bottomed out, as if she had breached the surface of the ocean after nearly drowning. Filled to the brim, Annie immediately started grinding, fiercely smashing her clit against me.

"You're both so beautiful when you're fucking," Mina sighed, cuddling her post-orgasmic body up against us. She stroked her hand lovingly across Annie's cheek, then snuggled up behind her, reaching around with both hands to fondle her breasts.

"Mina..." Annie whimpered. She glanced back over her shoulder and parted her lips expectantly-an offer Mina happily embraced with a slow, sensual kiss.

As I watched their exploratory kiss unfold before my eyes, Mina trailed her fingertips down Annie's stomach, through the dainty red curls of pubic hair, and finally into the heated space where my cock was rapidly thrusting up into my wife's body.

I felt Mina's fingers brush against me, but it was just a coincidence of my cock being right next to the real objective: Annie's engorged clit. Mina found her target and started strumming like she was bringing down the house with an epic guitar solo.

I felt the juices of Annie's cunt turn boiling hot around me as her pleasure neared its pinnacle. Mina and I tag-teamed my beautiful bride with everything we had left, stimulating her entire body with an assault on the senses: the sound of erotic moans, the taste of messy wet kisses, the sight of naked, thrusting bodies, the feel of probing fingers and my hard-thrusting cock, and the aroma of sex (and a particularly delicious homemade breakfast).

"Holy shit!" Annie screamed, suddenly rocked by an absolute monster of an orgasm. Long red hair fell in a sweaty mess over her adorable blue eyes. The two women shared a final, grateful kiss, and then they both turned their full attention to me.

"I think he's ready to finish," Annie whispered.

"How do you want us?" Mina asked.

My cock was twitching as I rose to my feet, helping the women up with me. I wrapped my arms around both of them, kissing and groping to my heart's content. Silky soft femininity surrounded me on all sides.

When I couldn't bear it any longer, I reached over and hastily shoved the breakfast plates aside to clear enough space for both women to lay down on the table, side by side. They smiled up at me with the two cutest, sexiest faces in the entire world.

I reached into the heaping bowl of fruit salad and pulled out two fistfuls of sweet, juicy berries-then I smeared them all across the women's breasts like a preschool fingerpainting.

"Still hungry?" Annie joked.

"Famished," I answered with a growl.

I dove in, feasting on an overabundance of berry-flavored boobs. My cock took on a mind of its own, spearing into Mina's pussy and thrusting with abandon. The breakfast table creaked and whined from my efforts.

I pulled out and started fucking Annie-then went back to Mina-and back again. Each woman, so beautifully unique. Each body, so perfectly desirable.

The women's three sexy voices moaned in perfect tandem. Urging me towards my finish...

Wait, three voices?

"Uhhhh!" Lisa howled through the wall behind me.

From the sound of things, Lisa, Chris, and Erik had decided to start their morning just as vigorously as the rest of us.

The world became a blur as I slammed my dick into Mina's cunt, knowing this was finally the end for me. I gripped the table with white knuckles. Annie rolled onto her friend and sucked the blackberry smear off Mina's nipples.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck! I'm gonna come again!" Mina moaned, her eyes pleading with me to hold off just a few moments longer. I gritted my teeth and kept thrusting, tightening every muscle in my body to fight back the nuclear explosion building inside of me.

Annie helpfully dropped her fingers to Mina's clit, rubbing in furious tight circles while my veiny shaft pistoned in and out, in and out...

Mina blew a gasket, coming for the third time that morning. Her voluptuous body convulsed on the table before my eyes in a shaking spectacle of bouncing, orgasmic flesh.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yesssssss!!!" she wailed.

I detonated with an unholy roar, unloading the full force of the blast directly into Mina's core.

Still spurting, I withdrew and sprayed white-hot ropes of cum across the two spectacularly naked women in front of me.

My exhausted legs promptly failed me, and I fell backwards onto the carpet, wheezing like I'd just finished a marathon. I was dimly aware of the continued moans coming from Lisa and Erik in the other room.

"I can't believe that just happened... I can't believe that just happened..." Mina repeatedly whimpered, delirious with bliss.

"Long overdue," Annie said sweetly.

I just closed my eyes and tried to breathe. Even if I'd been able to speak, I don't know what I could have possibly said.

***

The six of us reconvened in the living room shortly after that for a clear-eyed discussion about everything that had happened. As expected, the noisy threesome in the breakfast nook had woken up everyone else. They'd even spied on us for a while (we were too distracted to notice our audience) before adjourning to the other room for some action of their own.

Lisa and Chris had come to a similar decision as the rest of us, namely that there would be no limits for the rest of the week. Chris discovered he had quite a kink for watching his wife getting fucked by another man. Maybe it had always been there, or maybe it was sparked by all those horny internet dudes and their lewd memes about Lisa. In any case, the guy was more than happy to take a front-row seat and watch while Erik threw Lisa down onto the bed and hammered her with Mjolnir.

I guess she was worthy, too.

It took us all a few hours to recover from the morning's festivities, during which time we had a long, clear-eyed conversation to make absolutely sure everyone was having fun, and no hearts had been broken. In fact, our wild escapades had actually made us all feel closer to our spouses; swapping partners had been the ultimate gesture of trust, love, and vulnerability.

Annie and I, in particular, felt as though a tremendous weight had been lifted from our shoulders. The nagging question of "what if" had finally vanished forever.

But another question now hung in the air, with the six of us still trapped inside the house together:

"What's next?" I asked.

"Well," Annie answered with a grin, "Since the beach outside is still out of commission, why don't we set up that pretend beach in the living room again? Only this time, let's make it clothing-optional."

"Sounds perfect," Lisa answered.

I turned to Chris and said, "Hey buddy? I'm counting on you to make sure my wife doesn't get a sunburn today. You're gonna have to be really thorough applying that sunscreen."

"Of course. What are friends for?" he laughed.

***

ASPEN, COLORADO, ONE YEAR LATER...

I'm twenty-seven years old.

The steamy water of the hot tub bubbles up to my shoulders. Annie and our friends are laughing at Mina's raunchy joke. A nice white wine is swimming around my head, giving life an extra-rosy glow.

Our annual "Summer Friend-cation" has been officially rebranded this year, and for all years in the foreseeable future: "Summer Swap." Seven days out of the year, we all agreed, when the walls come down and the rules stay home.

We're much better prepared this year. Toys, games, lube, high-definition cameras, and edible lingerie. Annie even tells me she'd like to take things a little further with the other women this time around.

The wives are all wearing identical red bikinis; slutty, skimpy uniforms. A trio of cheerleaders for the Crimson Nymphomaniacs. I take a moment to ogle those matching swimsuits, knowing the girls won't be wearing them much longer.

It's time. We've been waiting twelve months for this moment. My wife climbs off my lap and scoots over to lock lips with Chris. Lisa straddles Erik. Mina climbs aboard my tented swim trunks.

Summer in Aspen really is a paradise on earth. Magnificent mountains tower above crystal clear waters. Colorful hot air balloons dot the horizon.

There's not a cloud in the sky.

THE END

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Cornish1 writes Mon 29 Sep 2025 21:22:

It's been a long time since I thought a story was worthy of a score of 10. Your story definitely is!
Well done f

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tupelojones writes Tue 23 Sep 2025 21:30:

Perfect story, worth the wait!

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Justfunsex writes Fri 19 Sep 2025 17:48:

Loved the story. I know its already long, but I think your female readers, and a few of us guys too, would have appreciated a bit more description of the look of the guys bodies including cocks. I dont care how straight a guy is, every guy who ever watched any porn zeroed in on the guys cock on screen

It seemed as if Lisa and the two other guys were having a full on 3some. E
Another chapter with some hot, full on 3 or more way action would be hot. Annie and Mina enjoyed some mild girl play, maybe they all admit to girl play in college and who knows, licking his wife's clit while she's getting well fucked, one or more of the guys might not be appalled if the cock fucking his wife slipped out and plunged deep into his mouth " by accident" where he's treated to the taste of his wife's sweet pussy on a soft textured, steely hard phallus


Just my pervy thoughts

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