Evening fell on the first night of our weekend together. After some time to rest that afternoon, everyone emerged from their respective rooms rejuvenated and ready for the night. The ten of us casually hung out in our living room debating dinner options and ultimately deciding to order in so as to make the most of our night at the house. After all, when the trip was initially being planned, we had talked about making tonight a lingerie night. One of the men in the group had even brought some sound and lighting equipment, and we were going to turn our media room into a make-shift night club. We could not have been more excited.
Dinner was delivered, and we all enjoyed lighthearted conversation as we ate. After cleaning up, everyone retreated to their rooms to change for the “club.” As I slipped on black lingerie in my closet, my husband came up from behind me and pulled me close. He whispered in my ear how sexy it had been for him to watch me earlier in the day with Jack. His hand slipped down to pat me gently at the apex between my thighs, reiterating again how hot it was to know that I had another man’s load deep in me, and that he had been able to watch as it happened. Kissing me with a devilish grin, we finished dressing and headed upstairs to start the night.
The room we entered was no longer our media room. It had been transformed with lights, a small fog machine, and speakers to take on the feel of a club. The beat of the music was deep and heavy, beckoning sensual movements from our bodies. Hands began to touch. Hips began to grind. Heavy breathing. Sweaty bodies. Our little space generated more energy than any club I had ever frequented.
Everyone danced freely with one another, bodies touching in intimate but playful ways. My nipples were teased over my bra. My husband was stroked over his briefs. It was heady but light. Tantalizing to every sense possible. By the end of the night, the women were mostly down to our panties and heels, kissing each other and our husbands. It was all we could do to get back to our rooms to finish what we had all started once the music ended.
Once alone in our room, my husband and I fell into bed, giggling between kisses at how unbelievably sexy the day had been. He rolled me to my side and lay behind me, pulling me into him as his cock penetrated me. He fucked me slowly like this. I marveled at the touch of his hand as it trailed up and down my body. He shifted his hips and pulled my top leg up with his hand, holding me apart for him as he thrust deeper. His strokes still slow, but firm. My body tightened. I felt my core tense. He whispered how wet I felt on his cock, and he throbbed inside me. With a few final pumps, we both came before easily drifting off to sleep…
The next morning brought warmth and sunshine. Everyone was up and ready for the pool right after breakfast. Once again, wild shenanigans reigned king of the day with diving board competitions and strip truth or dare. It wasn’t long before a few of us had lost our entire bathing suits, and were baring all as we sat on our pool floaties. My drink had run dry so I stepped out of the water to fetch another, when suddenly I hard laughing and splashing behind me.
To my bewilderment, Jack had been dared to carry me across the yard and back, to which he hilariously executed. Before I could laugh in response, I was being scooped up by a fully nude Jack and thrown over his shoulder. My little peach had never seen the sunlight from this angle and it took everything in me not to reach down and playfully smack his bare ass in mock protest. True to form, Jack dutifully raced me across the lawn and back to the water, jumping in the deep end with me in tow. We sprung up laughing and gasping as the water splashed over us.
As we made our way back to the shallow end, one of the girls had come from the house with three cans of whipped cream and a carton of blueberries. She made the suggestion that one of the girls should be covered in whipped cream with a blueberry hidden somewhere under it. Then one of the guys would have to find the blueberry with his mouth – fastest one to do so would win. Needless to say, hilarity ensued as hands, mouths, and delicate regions found themselves covered in the sweetest cream.
The afternoon progressed with continued entertainment until our cheeks hurt from laughing. We made snacks for dinner and sat in the hot tub until it was late. Finally heading into the house, we cleaned up and began to say goodnights. It wasn’t until then that a surprise found us. Every couple had made their way to their rooms except for one. Peter and Julie (names changed) were the last ones to head upstairs, and the four of us found ourselves trailing into a conversation that bordered on flirty.
Up to this point, all our exchanges with Peter and Julie had been mostly casual, so this was a first for us all. As we began to talk about particular likes and kinks, Peter and Julie expressed that they enjoyed the idea of being watched, while they watched another couple at the same time. This was intriguing for both my husband and myself, so we decided to have a little fun with it.
Heading into our room, Peter and Julie made their way to the couch while my husband and I slipped into bed. Our clothes were off almost instantly as I kissed my husband deeply. He laid back as I began to trail my tongue and hands down his chest to his growing hardness. Hearing Peter and Julie begin their own pleasure was enticing. I turned my head to see them as I drug my mouth down the side of my husband’s shaft.
Julie was straddling Peter on the couch, her breasts pressed into him as she kissed him hard. His hands traced up her thighs to her ass where he dug his fingers in to spread her cheeks wide. She moaned in his mouth as affirmation to his exploration. Her soft sounds were arousing to hear. I began to suck my husband a bit harder until he was rigid in my mouth.
His hands reached down for me and pulled me up toward him. I spread my legs around him, feeling my warm wetness pulse. Lowering myself onto his hardness, I leaned forward and let him take my nipples in his mouth. His firm tongue encircled each, causing them to harden between his teeth. I felt his hands run across my back down to my waist, squeezing me firmly. Moaning, I sat up on him to grind my hips just the way he likes.
It was then that I noticed Peter and Julie had abandoned the couch and made their way to the edge of the bed. Julie sat perpendicular to me and laid down with her knees dangling off the edge. Peter stood before her, the bed being the perfect height to lift Julie’s hips to him. With my husband filling me, I watched as Peter slid into Julie. She reached a hand up over her head toward me, and I stretched out to take it. We interlocked our fingers together as our husbands enjoyed our bodies. Her soft hand in mine was in stark contrast to my husband’s masculine fingers. I closed my eyes and absorbed all the physical sensations I could handle, until I came to the brink.
My breathing became more rapid as Julie’s hand tightened in mine. I rode my husband harder as his hands guided my hips. My lips swelled and dripped around my husband’s hardness as I began to climax. In that moment, I felt the familiar pulse of him inside me as he released his full load. I collapsed on him, feeling his heavy breathing with my head on his chest as we watched Julie and Peter finish just moments later. We enjoyed a few last minutes of pillow talk before saying goodnight and falling asleep. Morning saw us bid farewell to all our guests as they began their travels back home. But another trip together would soon be in the books. And it would be quite the trip, indeed.
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