Our (very true) first time with another couple [Group]

My wife Marie and I have been best friends with John and Zoe for the better part of five years. I’ve known John since high school and we reconnected after we both started working at the same company. My wife and John’s girlfriend, Zoe, became instant friends through their shared love of gardening, Harry Potter and, of course, social drinking. The four of us quickly became as inseparable as twenty-somethings in 2018 can be. Every Friday one of us would send the inevitable “what’s up this weekend?” group text leading to a night of anything from drunk Mario Kart to dragging ourselves out of a dive bar at three in the morning.

Last summer, I was fortunate enough to receive a huge bonus from work. Marie and I decided to put it toward a swimming pool. A few weeks of work later our dream was realized and we opened the pool on a warm day in the middle of July. To christen our new purchase, we invited John and Zoe over for the evening and planned a night of fun, drinking, eating and swimming.

Something seemed different that night and, after discussing this with Zoe after the fact, I wasn’t the only one to notice it. My wife, never one to wear overly revealing clothing despite having the body to pull it off, chose to wear extremely short cut-offs and a very tiny tank top. Zoe, who stands a few inches taller than Marie with at least a cup size larger breasts, was wearing nearly identical shorts with a crop top t-shirt. Both were a sight to behold. Neither John nor myself could keep our eyes on anything but the girls as they inspected our garden and played KanJam.

Thanks to Zoe’s amateur bar tending skills, it didn’t take long for the drinks to hit us. As night fell the girls slipped into their bikinis and we all splashed into our new pool. The water was cold but felt good in contrast to the humid evening air. We all floated and talked in the pool, each one of us with a drink in our hand, the conversation drifting predictably toward sex with each drink. Zoe volunteered to get out to keep our alcohol supply flowing and all three sets of eyes followed her dripping-wet ass to the bar for the duration of each trip.

John, normally rather reserved, might have been the worst of us. As the girls floated together talking, he abruptly said through his buzz “you guys should really just make out.” The conversation stopped. The girls looked at each other, then to us. I shrugged with a half smile when Marie’s eyes met mine. She made the first move and with her arms around Zoe, greeted her with a hard, almost thirsty, open-mouthed kiss. John and I watched in silence as their hands explored each other and they let out small whimpers from whatever sensations were happening out of view in the dark water.

Marie, unpredictably, was the first one to decide it was going to be a bathing suit optional party. She slipped her bottoms off and pulled her top over her head, leaning back with a sigh as Zoe kissed her neck and chest. It wasn’t long before Zoe followed suit, flinging both pieces of her bikini defiantly onto our patio. Now naked, both girls increased the intensity of their kissing until it was broken off by Zoe as she slid toward John.

Marie pushed herself toward me and greeted me with a sly smile. She whispered “I don’t think you need these” as she pulled my shorts to my ankles under the water. I didn’t protest and let them drift away as I pulled my wife toward me, enjoying the feeling of my cock sliding against her belly in the water as we kissed. Looking over her shoulder, I could see John’s trunks slung over the edge of the pool as he and Zoe laughed and kissed a few feet away from us against one of the walls.

Marie pulled me toward them and we all greeted each other with laughter at the situation before the girls resumed their kissing, now somehow more intense than earlier. As they kissed, I played with Marie’s breasts and nipples and slid my hands down her hips from behind, my touch intercepting Zoe’s occasionally. John followed suit and I could see from his arm motions and Zoe’s reactions he was most definitely fingering her.

Zoe and Marie again broke the kiss. Perhaps due to the alcohol, perhaps due to the situation, they rotated together in the water until Zoe was now in front of me and Marie was now in front of John. John and I caught each other’s attention. John had a look of “what do I do now” that I’m sure I returned. After a few seconds of panic I mouthed “go for it?” and watched as he pulled my wife against him. Not to be outdone, I put both hands on Zoe’s naked hips and did the same.

Zoe turned to face me with a look of shock that quickly faded to a wry smile. She kissed me and in one motion pressed her body against mine while while wrapping one slender hand around my cock. We kissed hard and she stroked me lazily as we spun together in the water. I found her clit between her parted legs and lost myself in her gasps until she leaned forward and whispered with almost a giggle “they’re fucking.”

I turned to find John buried inside of Marie, her legs wrapped around his waist. Zoe continued to stroke me as I watched him buck his hips into her as she slowly let her head fall back, mouth open. As they fucked she slowly began to push back against John, her moans increasing in frequency and volume until she exploded in an orgasm. Then another. Her legs still wrapped around him I could see her shaking trying to maintain her grip as she leaned in to kiss him.

Zoe, clearly pleased with the sight, turned in front of me and slid her ass against my cock. I slid myself against her and slowly pushed myself inside of her, eliciting a slow grunt from both of us as I penetrated her. Her moans were slow and deep in contrast to my wife trying to stave off a third orgasm a few feet away and ride the edge.

It didn’t take long for Zoe and I to quicken our pace. After a few minutes I felt her contract as she reached around to latch onto my neck, digging her nails into me while she came. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her into me, relishing the feeling of her subsiding contractions. My thrusts slowed and I watched as John and Marie neared the finish line.

John pulled Marie to him and although he whispered, it was clear he asked if it was okay to come. Marie just smiled and audibly told him he didn’t have to pull out if he didn’t want to. Zoe laughed and turned to me with her own smile. We watched in awe as John neared his orgasm, his hips almost bucking on their own. Marie was pushed into her fourth as he let himself go inside of her with a series of satisfied grunts.

My cock still inside of Zoe, I pushed myself to the hilt and sighed. She turned and purred “they did, we might as well” as she pushed back against me. We quickened our pace again and before long I felt the beginning of my own orgasm. As I tried to briefly edge myself I felt Zoe clench around me again and I couldn’t hold back. I took in a deep gulp of air as I came inside of her while she shuddered against me.

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