Weekend outing went out of normal with friends – 03

She pulled away after a short while. “OK, stud muffin, I think you’re over the limit at the moment.” She smiled at me, “C’mon, admit it, don’t you think it would be hot to have all three of us couples going at it like teenagers, in the same room? You could be banging your poor wife senseless, and look over and see me riding Dylan like there’s no tomorrow. Watch Carter take Elias’s cock in her mouth and suck him like a Hoover. Doesn’t that sound at least a little fun?”

“Shit yeah. I just never would have expected it.” I confessed.

“Dreamed, yes. Fantasized, yes. But expected, I guess not. But all this bare flesh is getting to all of us. We better get back, though, before they start wondering about us, and before they can get in too much trouble on their own!” She laughed and walked back to the big bike, the sway in her ass a cry for attention I was dying to answer.

* * *

Back at the cabin I dropped off the ax at the shed, and went looking for a little lunch. I was quickly made aware that I was too dirty to be in the house, and too clothed. Peeking in, I found that Aria was dropping her pants at the entrance.

I turned to head down to the water, and found myself catching the edge of a conversation.

“C’mon, tell us.”

“I swear! I didn’t lay a finger on his things.”

“You were gone over an hour; you mean to tell us you did nothing?” Nora teased.

“Well, no, not nothing.” I peeked in at the window, and saw Aria peel her shirt off.

“You little slut!” Carter laughed, “I knew you’d go over the limit.”

“Just a little,” Aria confessed, and I quietly moved away, stripped off my boots and pants, and headed down for a dip.

Halfway there I could see that Elias and Dylan were parked on the shore, with fishing rods out, working the edges of the dock. I didn’t know what they expected to catch in the hottest part of the day, but hey, whatever floats your boat.

“How’s the road?” Elias called out as I walked out on the dock, preparing to cool off.

“Muddy, wet and overgrown. But it’s almost passable now.” I told him. I paused while walking out realizing that I didn’t even feel awkward walking by the two of them, all three of us naked as the day we were born.

I took a few more steps. “One more branch to clear out and this sun should do the rest by tomorrow afternoon.” Any response was missed as I dove, slicing through the water toward the platform. The swimming took the kinks out of my muscles, and I did a couple of laps: out, around the platform and back again.

When I climbed the dock ladder, I felt immensely better. Cleaner, refreshed, and relaxed. And not a whit less horny.

I stretched out on the dock, soaking up the heat once more. Elias and Dylan were still making a half-assed effort at fishing, but seemed to be spending more time just gabbing. Kind of unusual for guys who didn’t tend to be all that chatty.

“What do you say, Liam?” Elias said. “Do the girls seem to be acting a little squirrely to you?”

“Squirrelly? They are acting like they’re in heat,” I laughed. “Your wives, both of them, have been acting sexier, hornier and wilder than I’d ever have thought possible. They are merciless teases today. It must be some kind of tequila overload. I’ll never buy cheap tequila again, if the good stuff produces this kind of reaction!”

Dylan laughed out loud. “OUR wives? Sure, Carter’s been a huge tease, but your Nora is almost out of control. She walks around with those tits of hers just screaming out for attention, and she hasn’t missed out on a single opportunity to get up close and personal with me all day.”

“Please!” Elias chimed in, “Aria’s been just as bad as Nora. I’ve never seen anything like those two. Not that I mind – oh no, not at all!”

I grinned, “I think that’s the most important issue here. Do either of you two really mind that our wives are spending the whole day either naked, or nearly so, and showing us a ridiculous amount of attention?”

I asked Dylan point blank, “Would it be that bad if Aria teased me almost beyond control? As long as she ends up with you tonight?”

“If Nora was doing the same to me, I think I’d be cheering her on, if you don’t mind,” he admitted.

“What if it was Carter paying you the attention,” I continued.

He smiled. “I think I could live with that.” He realized what he was saying, and turned to Elias, “I mean as long as you were cool with it.”

Elias didn’t take long to respond. “I don’t know what they’re up to,” he admitted, “but it’s been an incredible day. You did get to do the suntan lotion thing too, didn’t you?”

“Guilty.” I admitted with a grin. “Listen, I overheard some gabbing. It sounds like the teasing is 100% intentional. They’re hoping that with all the eye-candy and the overt play, they’ll each be at the receiving end of a ‘whole lot of lovin’ from each of their severely worked up hubbies.”

“The plans are working for me,” Dylan admitted. “I’d fuck anything that would keep still for 10 seconds right about now. Their antics have had me aching for hours.”

“No shit,” Elias laughed. “That lunch scene had me on the verge of shooting several times. You missed out dude.”

“Speaking of which, I’m starving.” I told them, getting up to head back to the cabin for a well deserved meal.

“Just stick to what’s on the menu,” Dylan yelled.

At the cabin, I had a sandwich waiting for me, along with three beautiful naked women. I was getting hard just in anticipation of being around them again.

“You poor baby,” Nora said, reaching down and giving my exposed hard-on a stroke of her hand. “Girls, can you give us a couple of minutes? I think I’d like to take the edge off for him. Sounds like he’s earned it, from what Aria tells.” She took me by the hand and escorted me about 10 feet to the nearest bed.

She pushed me down, but before she could join me she had a momentary change of heart, “Damn, I better hit the can first. Girls, entertain him for a minute, will ya? I’ll be right back.”

She disappeared into the bathroom, and Carter strolled over, with Aria in her wake. “Can we help? Make sure you’re ready for her?” She leaned forward, putting one knee on the bed, and then running a finger from my knee to my crotch. “Or maybe you’d like to show my girls the attention you gave Aria’s?” Carter said, crawling toward me holding her tits out for me.

I didn’t really get an option. Carter’s tits were in my face in seconds, and I was sucking away, deliriously happy when I felt Aria’s hand on my cock, restoring me to full hardness. Her hand stroked me nicely and firmly, preparing me for my wife’s attention.

“Enough, you harlots!” my wife cried out, giggling at watching me get inundated under about 240 lbs of best friend flesh. “Back off and get your own. This one’s mine.” She emphasized it by planting her lips firmly on my cock, while her friends backed off just far enough to be out of the way.

Nora loved oral. It’s one of the things that brought us together. She just loved to give head, and, surprise, surprise, I loved getting it. I’d never met anyone like her. When we first started living together, we’d hang out naked around the apartment, and out of the blue, she’d go down on me for a while, get me hard, and leave me hanging, just to attack me again an hour later. I’d come for her several times a day.

While watching TV, a commercial was an excuse for 3 minutes of oral sex. A boring show might be enough time to actually get off. And public blow-jobs were part of the game as well. I would often try to move her blow-jobs towards normal sex, but rarely was I successful. Our sex was great, don’t get me wrong, but 3 or 4 times a week was about as often as we did it, while I probably felt her lips on my cock at least twice a day. On occasion she’d get in the mood for a marathon, and I’d spend half the day with my cock between her lips.

I never got tired of watching her suck me, or just leaning back and letting her have her way.

She loved the fact, and made no bones about it, that I had pretty extraordinary recovery capability. Like a teenager, I could come and be ready to go again in 5 minutes, quite often never even going soft after finishing. I believe it was this added benefit that finally won her over for good. She was a beautiful, sexy woman, and I was always amazed that she had gone for me.

Nora happily gave a quick demonstration of her magical mouth, while her friends openly watched. I thought I’d be able to last a while, after my recent finish between Aria’s generous lips, but once more, the view, the situation, and my wife’s extensive experience, particularly where it concerns me, had me blowing after an embarrassingly short time.

After wiping her lips, in an exaggerated gesture, Nora did provide a little encouragement. “God, that was a quick one. Must be the audience. I wish I’d known that was the secret to pulling your trigger; it might have saved me hours and hours of time spent with rug burn knees and a sore jaw.” She giggled. “OK, sweetie, enjoy lunch, I’m going to go see if the other boys might need a suntan lotion refresh. Care to join me Aria?”

Aria seemed a bit reluctant, but she eventually left Carter and I alone, except for a thick sandwich. I took a huge bite.

“Give me that,” Carter said, pushing the table away from me, and taking the sandwich from my hand and straddling my lap. “You must be worn out, and your arms exhausted from all that work. Let me help you.” She fed me a bit of sandwich, and then wiped my lips clean. Her crotch pressed against mine, her tits pressed against my upper chest. She caressed my face with her lips, while I chewed.

She fed me that way, teasing me, touching me, grinding her hips against mine, occasionally kissing me, letting her tongue tangle with mine. The sandwich slowly disappeared, my stomach stopped growling, and my alter-ego strived to gain my lunch partner’s attention.

“Are you getting hard on me?” she finally asked, when there could no longer be any doubt about it.

“How could I not?” I responded, pulling her close, while I swallowed the last of my sandwich.

She brushed any last crumbs off my lips, reached back and passed me my glass of water, and after I’d washed down the last remnants, she stood up, still straddling me, her tits right in front of my face. My lips captured the nearest nipple while she peeked out the windows, searching out our companions. She finally drew her nipple out of my mouth and replaced it with her own sensuous lips, giving me a warm, passionate kiss.

“Ok, here’s the deal,” she told me softly, a minute later, “If you just put it in me, but we didn’t really move, then it wouldn’t technically be fucking, would it?” She asked, raising her hips up. She reached for me, and placed me at her tiny opening.

“Technically, no.” I agreed, while I started to lower her onto my cock.