Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date [MF | Romantic | Married | Plot | Long]

This is part 1 of a multi-part story I’m working on. It’s a bit over the character limit, so the last bit will be posted in the comments. I’ve written part 2 and am working on part 3. I will post those if there is interest.

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Elizabeth and Patrick Part 1: Double Date

Elizabeth felt Patrick’s cock swell in her mouth and she could tell he was about to cum. On her knees in front of him, she moved her head back and forth faster, tickling the underside of his dick with her tongue, sucking gently. She reached up, gripped the base of his shaft with her hand, and stroked him as she sucked harder. Patrick’s back arched involuntarily as he felt pressure building and a rush of pleasure radiating into his abdomen. He let out a moan, “Oh, Liz, just like that!” His cock throbbed and pulsed between her lips as she took him further into her mouth, faster and faster. He felt the pressure inside him peak. She tasted a tiny spurt on her tongue and, in that instant, felt a rush of joy knowing the pleasure she was giving him. A moment later as her lips caressed his shaft, she felt his hot cum fill her mouth. She swallowed but more gushes kept coming. Surprised by the volume, her mouth already full of his cock, she tried to swallow again but couldn’t handle it all. Cum leaked out between her lips and his shaft, running down her chin. Suddenly sensitive to her vigorous pace, he slowed her by putting his hands on her shoulders and pulling out of her mouth. Loads more cum escaped her lips and ran down her chin, running onto her neck, bare breasts, and stomach. Overwhelmed, she coughed slightly, recovered, and grinned, “well, looks like someone needed that.”

Still on her knees, Liz looked up to Patrick. His head was still rolled back in ecstasy as he began to slowly stroke his cock, the tip just barely brushing her neck. His orgasm waned and he looked down at her, making eye contact, an expression of pure satisfaction on his face as he took in the sight of his nude, cum-covered wife. “I guess I did need that,” he said as he caught his breathe. As he felt his senses return, he looked around the room. They hadn’t made it more than two feet inside the front door.

Liz stood up in front of him as drops of cum fell from her breasts and body onto the wood floor. She gave him a flirty look with a sarcastic eyebrow raised, “well, looks like I need a beach towel, or maybe a shower.” She turned to walk up the stairs. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked in a bossy tone. Hoping he’d follow, she skipped up the stairs, her small breasts bouncing slightly as she climbed. “To clean up,” she said. “No, you’re not,” he replied as he bounded up after her. Laughing, she fled to the bedroom. She had just made it through the bedroom door when he caught her. He playfully grabbed her shoulders as they both giggled. Liz was shorter than average, petite, with smooth skin. She had medium-length wavy brown hair and high cheek bones. People were often struck by her beauty. Patrick was nearly a foot taller than Liz and had a thin but muscular frame, dirty blonde hair, and a short-trimmed beard. Holding her by the shoulders, he easily turned her around and tossed her onto the bed. She laughed as she fell onto the soft comforter. He paused a moment to take in the sight of his beautiful wife on her back. She smiled up at him as she blushed slightly. He relished the sight of her beautiful flushed skin, her curves, her shapely breasts, and her glistening wet pussy lips.

Liz ached to feel Patrick’s lips on her pussy. She wanted him to suck gently on her clit. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her. He laid on top of her, kissing her deeply. His tongue pressed against hers. She ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed, but she did not indulge him for long. Pushing his head down, she said, “you know what I need.” Smiling he kissed her neck and slowly, teasingly, moved down. His lips kissing her shoulder, her collar bone, and her chest. She moaned as he licked her left breast, then her right, sucking gently on each nipple. He moved his tongue between her breasts, cupping each in his hands, squeezing them together around his face. She moaned again, but this time with a combination of pleasure and impatience. She gently pushed his head down more, but he continued to tease her, kissing her stomach. “Oh, come on,” she moaned, “I can’t take it!” He feigned moving back up to kiss her chest, causing her to squirm with annoyance and surprise. She thought, “is he really going to…” before he moved suddenly down between her legs, licking her pussy lips and clit. A rush of pleasure washed over her. He moved his tongue slowly at first, feeling her heat and wetness. Her thighs began to move in a slow rhythm next to his ears as she lay on her back. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue in the slow steady rhythm created by the movement of her thighs. Several circles later, he began to slightly quicken the pace. She moaned steadily, “oh, oh, oh.” He moved a hand up and slid two fingers into her dripping pussy. Her body stiffened and her moans grew louder. “Nice and slow,” she commanded. After a few moments, Patrick could tell Liz was on the verge of orgasm. Her muscles tightened and her hips began to follow the circular grinding motion of her thighs. Resisting the urge to increase speed, he instead increased the pressure with his tongue and fingers. Liz’s hands, which had been rubbing her breasts in rhythm with her hips, dropped her arms to her sides. Her hands balled into fists, gripping the sheets. “Right there, yes…yes, yes, Yes!” Patrick felt Liz’s pussy contract around his fingers as her back arched slightly. She let out a long, loud moan as he continued circling her clit with his tongue and sliding his fingers with upwards pressure in her pussy. After several seconds, her hands suddenly shot up to gently slow his movements. He knew she was always so sensitive after orgasm and moved up to kiss her stomach, her breasts, her neck, and finally her lips. They kissed passionately for a minute before he rolled off laying on his side on the bed next to her.

After catching her breath and recovering from her orgasm, she rolled onto her side to face him. “I love you,” he said, and she replied, “I love you too.” Then, with a sarcastic grin, she giggled, “but of course, saying I love you doesn’t count right now.” “No,” he responded, “that only counts with sex, and we didn’t have sex.” She cocked her head to the side, her facial expression begrudgingly admitting he was right. “Well, you wouldn’t know it by looking at me, I’m still covered. You cum so much.” She stood up and walked toward the closet to retrieve a towel. “You love it,” he said. “Maybe,” she said with a sly grin. “Anyway, I thought we were waiting ‘til vacation this weekend, but I guess you couldn’t control yourself?” she said. He laughed, “hey, who reached for my cock as soon as we got home from dinner?!?” She only shrugged as she stepped out of the room, giving up on the towel, and heading for the shower. He caught one last glimpse of her perfect ass as she walked away.

He thought back on their evening together, a mid-week date night while their son was sleeping over at Patrick’s parents. This was something that happened fairly often. His mind soon turned to their vacation plans, a full week away with no child-in-tow. They were leaving in just three days. This was unusual, something they hadn’t done since becoming parents 7 years ago. It would be a week of adventures, restaurants, bars, and passion-filled nights.

Three days later, mid-morning, Liz and Patrick boarded the train from Boston to Montreal. They found their seats, stowed their suitcases, and settled in for the journey. Their train car was nearly empty, the nearest people were in the far end of the car. Liz and Patrick’s conversation continued at a frantic pace, jumping from talking about a historic walking tour, to restaurant possibilities, to wondering what their rental flat would be like. They had splurged on the flat, opting for one with a small, four-person hot tub on a back patio. They were giddy with excitement. Two hours into the ride, they had made several plans including reservations for dinner the following evening, a Friday night at a trendy, highly rated, French seafood bistro. “I can’t wait, I want those Mussels now,” Liz joked as they looked at the menu. “I’m having the scallops, or wait, no, the salmon, or, wait, maybe…” Patrick debated. They scrolled through the menu, and then looked at the bars next to the restaurant. “I am for sure getting one of those gin things,” Liz said as she pointed to a drink of Patrick’s phone. They scrolled a few minutes longer before tiring of the screens and putting the phones away. Patrick looked at Liz as he said to her, “I like that top.” “You just like to look at my tits,” she replied. He shrugged agreement. “Maybe I’ll get to see them later,” he mused. “Maybe,” was all she replied. Liz began to read her book. Patrick looked up to see a business-casual-dressed man several seats away, out of earshot, looking at Liz. The man averted his eyes quickly back to his phone. Patrick wasn’t the only one to notice how beautiful she was. A while later, they arrived at the station on Montreal, called a ride, and got to their flat. “We made good time, we can check out that ramen place I was telling you about,” Liz said. Patrick’s eyes widened, reveling in the freedom to spontaneously go wherever they wanted. “I’m in,” he quickly replied.

After a short walk, one of the best meals they’d ever eaten, and a longer walk through a park, they arrived back at their flat. They shared a drink on the balcony and talked about whatever came to mind. “Hot tub?” Liz asked. “It’s so hot out tonight, how about tomorrow?” Patrick replied. She smiled agreement. After another drink, they moved inside to their small, but comfortable bedroom. Patrick got ready for bed first and went into the bedroom to wait for Liz. He took off his clothes and laid down flat on his back, over the covers in the heat. He fantasized about his wife, remembering what she looked like a few days ago after their date. He felt his cock stiffen and he reached down and stroked himself slowly, not wanting to get too far without her. After a few minutes, she emerged from the bathroom wearing a sexy black lingerie bra and nothing else. She looked stunning. She saw Patrick on his back on the bed, fully nude, stroking his hard cock and she couldn’t wait any longer. Liz jumped onto the bed on top of Patrick. She had gotten wet just putting on her lingerie, thinking about sex. She was ready, and he obviously was too. After only a moment of touching herself while she took over stroking him, she moved up and guided him inside her. Their pace was fast, their moans loud. She was surprised by how quickly she neared orgasm. She leaned back, increasing the pressure inside of her. She reached forward and put the tips of two fingers into his mouth, wetting them. He sucked gently sending a shudder down her spine. She then rubbed her clit in fast up-and-down motions. A minute later she was orgasming on top of him, her muscles contracting as rode him. As her orgasm waned, “Oh, that was so good. Where do you want me?” she asked. “I want to fuck you from behind,” he replied, “and I’m so close.” She quickly spun around, presenting herself to him on all fours. She loved getting fucked from behind. He knelt behind her and, because she was so wet, slid in effortlessly. “Mmmmm, give it to me!” she begged. He gripped her hips with his hands. He was so close to orgasm, there was no restraint or holding back. He fucked her hard and fast, his thighs slapping loudly into her ass. He quickened his pace and she pushed back into him. His orgasm came suddenly, and he pushed fully inside her, nearly more than she could handle. Liz felt him orgasm inside her as he squeezed her hips. A moment later he sat back, pulling out of her, breathing heavy. She fell forward to her stomach. Sleepiness overwhelmed them both, and they were barely able to move to lay in the bed next to each other before falling asleep.

The next day, they slept late, and stayed in bed later. Sleeping in was a rare privilege, as was cuddling naked without fear of interruption or distraction. They showered, got dressed, and went out for brunch. They had eggs benedict, bloody Marys, and all the conversation topics they normally had to avoid with a 7-year-old in the room. After brunch, they caught a walking tour that visited historic sights of downtown Montreal. Three hours and many statues later, they were tired, and in need of some air conditioning after being in the summer heat all day. Liz and Patrick asked the tour guide for recommendations for a spot to grab drinks. “This brewery is great, and it’s only a couple blocks from that restaurant you’re going to,” the guide suggested. Perfect. A short car ride later, they were sitting in a secluded booth in the back of the brewery, sipping delicious IPAs. After chatting for a few minutes, Liz suggested looking at things to do, “we have a week here, let’s see what Google says.” Patrick got out his phone and typed in search, ‘best romantic things for couples Montreal.’ “Such a romancer,” Liz teased him. They scrolled through a page of top-ten suggestions. Number four was the walking tour company they had just toured with. Number seven was “fine French restaurants” with a list of several. “Hey, here’s where we’re going in an hour. Looks like we’re doing pretty well so far.” Scrolling down, Liz who read fast, saw number nine first. “Wait, does that say swingers club?” she said surprised. He replied, “Ha, I guess it does. That’s one definition of romantic I suppose.” “Hmmmm,” Liz said with a curious tone that surprised Patrick. “Wait, would you consider going?” he asked.

They were an adventurous couple sexually. They had explored all sorts of kinks and sexual ideas. They owned and several sex toys including a couple of vibrators, dildos, handcuffs, and blindfolds. Together they had figured out that Liz loved to be dominated in bed, restrained and powerless, her partner in command. She got off on the feeling of a man taking charge of her physically. Patrick loved visuals, the sight of Liz’s naked body in candlelight, especially her tits. When he masturbated, it was almost always to pictures of her topless that she had taken for him, or to the videos they had recorded of them having sex. He especially liked cumming on her tits, a fantasy he expressed to her often. They prioritized their sex life, even after having a child. They talked about sex often and shopped for sex toys and lingerie together. Neither was a big fan of porn, but they often sent naughty texts to each other, occasionally including a risqué picture or two. But, in all this, the idea of swinging had never come up.

“Would you actually want to check that place out?” Patrick asked. “I mean, I guess I’d be curious. I’m not sure I’d actually want to do anything with anyone else. We’d have to talk about it of course, but I’d be curious what the place was like.” Liz replied. Patrick had the same first reaction. They discussed the idea. They agreed that they would be curious about a couple’s night at the club, and that they might fool around with others watching. They were both interested in seeing other couples have sex. Talking about actually engaging with other couples, both were more interested than they initially let on, nervous what their partner would think. Patrick explained, “I think I’d be fine with another man or woman touching you, maybe even if they went down on you?” Liz agreed and said, “I think I’d be OK with the same for you. It would maybe be fun to have sex in the same room as another couple too.” They each realized they were considering something new, and were turned on by the idea. “Should we check it out?” she asked. Patrick investigated more. “This says tonight is open to any members, that couples night was last night. This comment on the page says that open nights are ten men for every woman. Ha, this review says ‘great if your wife wants to get gangbanged, or if you want to be circled by men jerking off while you have sex.’” He paused, realizing he liked the idea of men jerking off to them. He covered his nervousness with sarcasm. Knowing Liz would have no interest he asked, “well, honey, do you want to get gangbanged? It’s a lot of dicks! How many could you handle at once, two? four? six?!?” She laughed and saw his comment for what it was. Patrick wasn’t a judgmental guy, but he got nervous and covered it with sarcasm, sometime insensitively. She challenged him, “Hey, more power to those ladies! I’m glad they get what they want, but yeah, that’s not what I’m looking for.” “Of course,” Patrick replied, “I’m not trying to judge.” She looked at him adoringly and said, “Don’t feel bad. I know you’re joking. We’re talking about *swinging*. You get to be nervous. My heart is racing at the thought. It feels so complicated.”

Patrick loved how understanding and fun Liz was. She was so supportive of him and their relationship. This wholesome thought was soon interrupted when she asked, “Plus, you can joke all you want, but if you were single, are you telling me you wouldn’t join in gangbanging some girl? You could cum all over her tits.” She smirked. Patrick said nothing. She knew him well and she had a point. He smiled at her but in his mind flashed fantasies. First, the memory of his favorite picture of her. It was a close-up, graphic image of just her tits covered in his cum. He had taken the photo years ago, when they were engaged. He remembered taking it. He remembered her looking so hot posing. He had jerked off to it dozens of times since. This fantasy suddenly morphed into another, fucking Liz while another couple fucked in the same room. His mind continued to wander. He saw Liz on her back in front of him, legs and pussy spread as he thrust into her over and over. To his right, another couple, fucked doggystyle, the man obviously close to orgasm. To his left he imagined a woman on her knees in front of her partner, blowing him, cum running out of her mouth onto her heaving chest. Suddenly, he snapped back to reality. Liz was looking at him, smiling, with wide flirtatious eyes. She glanced down at his pants, trying to tell him, ‘your erection is showing.’ He shifted in his seat and drank the last of his beer, trying to get control of himself. The sight of his half erect cock, even through his dark slacks, was enough to set her imagination going. She pictured herself on her back in the middle of a king-sized bed, her legs up and spread, resting on Patrick’s chest. He was fucking her ravenously. There was another couple on the bed, in the same position, the woman lying beside her, their shoulders rubbing against each other. A third couple appeared, on her other side, creating a scene of three women getting ravished next to each other. Suddenly her fantasy shifted, and all the other couple’s attention was on her. Four pairs of hands massaged her shoulders, her neck, her scalp, her breasts, her pussy. She looked down to see Patrick, still fucking her, beginning to cum. She was about to join him when, in one real-time second, she was back in the brewery. She took a deep breath and sipped her beer. Patrick had been trying to calm down and hadn’t noticed her spacing out. She sat innocently. “So, we’re on the same page, that tonight, the open to all members night isn’t something we’re feeling?” Patrick asked. “Yeah, for our first visit at least, I’d rather try a night with other couples,” Liz replied.

They finished their drinks, paid, and walked down the street. They had fifteen minutes until their reservation, so they took in the sights of the trendy neighborhood. “Look at us, out on the town, just like old times,” Liz joked. It was true. They arrived at the French bistro and were taken to their table without a wait. The bistro was small, perhaps seating for thirty people in all, mostly tables for two, all full of couples. There were table clothes over dark oak, rustic tables. The atmosphere was intimate, just as they’d hoped. They chose a bottle of wine. The smell of butter, garlic, and shellfish filled the air. The service was excellent, and their conversation flowed. Liz ordered the mussels and Patrick, always indecisive, finally decided upon scallops. Their food arrived as they poured their second glasses of wine. “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten. Seriously,” he said. “I can’t believe how good it is,” Liz agreed. They shared bites and savored every moment. As they, somewhat sadly, finished their plates, they ordered another bottle of wine. “Think they’d let us move to the patio?” Liz asked. A few minutes later, they found themselves on a beautiful rooftop patio. Up one story, they could look down and watch the people passing in the street. They shared their wine, laughed, and flirted. “I love you,” Patrick said. “I love you too,” Liz replied. “This is the best.” They kissed before turning back to look out over the city street below.

Liz, now a little tipsy, was the first to notice the other couple several feet down the balcony railing. “Ooo, look at them. I want to look like that,” she said. Patrick turned his head subtly to avoid drawing attention to the fact they were checking out this other couple. He saw them, and Liz was right. The woman was average height, slender, wearing stylish pants and a blouse that showed just enough cleavage. She had pixie cut dark brown, almost black hair and a tasteful but hip necklace. Her glasses had thick black frames. She was 35 or 40 but could pass for younger. The man was a few inches taller than her, and shorter than Patrick but not by much. He wore a collared shirt with sleeves partly rolled up and slacks with fashionable boots. “Hmmm, they are hot,” Patrick agreed. Liz, feeling the wine more than Patrick, continued to check them out, being more obvious about it than she intended. “Why can’t I pull off those shoes with that outfit?” Liz joked. “You absolutely could, and should,” Patrick replied. After a moment, the woman met Liz’s gaze and smiled. Liz looked away, embarrassed. “Shit, she saw me,” Liz said quietly. They looked up and saw the other couple both looking at them. They broke eye contact, embarrassed. They tried to turn back to the balcony, but it was obvious, the other couple was walking towards them.

Trying to act cool, but frozen with embarrassment, Patrick and Liz did nothing but try to ignore the other couple as they approached, hoping they would just walk past. Liz and Patrick felt anxiety swell in them as the other couple approached them confidently, “Bonjour” the man said. Concerned they were about the be scolded, Patrick and Liz turned around from the railing. “uh…Bonjour,” they said in unison, pretending they had not just been caught looking. “Anglaise?” Patrick stammered. The woman smiled, and asked in fluent English “Where are you from?” “Boston,” Patrick replied. The couple smiled and nodded. “Ah, I love Boston, beautiful city. Welcome to Montreal.” the man said. “My name is Gabriel, and this is my wife Claire.”

Patrick and Liz stared at them, smiling, trying to recover from shock transitioning from being caught checking them out to Gabriel and Claire’s friendly greeting. “Uh, I’m Patrick, and this is my wife Elizabeth,” Patrick managed to get out. “Liz,” she said, her surprise subsiding. “May we join you? Claire asked. “Of course, please. It’s so nice to meet you. You are from Montreal?” Patrick said. “We live outside the city on a small patch of land, but we come here often. We love it here.” “I can see why,” Patrick replied. Liz asked Gabriel and Claire, “what do you do for a living?” Gabriel worked in renewable energy and Claire was a lawyer. Liz discussed being a physical therapist and Patrick tried to steer the conversation away from his sales job, for fear of boring everyone. And so, the conversation continued, surprisingly naturally and comfortably after they recovered from the initial surprise and brief awkwardness. An hour and another bottle of wine quickly passed as they discussed life in Canada compared to the U.S. They learned they each had children, Liz and Patrick their son, Claire and Gabriel two children, a boy and a girl, 9 and 13. They talked about their children at length, as most parents would. Eventually the topic turned to marriage. “You’re here celebrating what, an anniversary perhaps?” Claire asked in her sexy French accent. “No,” Liz explained, “just had the opportunity to get away from work and leave our son with his parents for a week. We had to take it. You have to prioritize yourselves sometimes.” “We couldn’t agree more” explained Gabriel, “we do a night in the city at least once each month. You know, rent a flat, nice dinner, wine.” He paused. “and, uh, of course, a sexy night afterwards,” he grinned. Patrick failed to stop himself from smiling, his eyebrows raising slightly at Gabriel’s confidence. He glanced at Liz and could tell she was still enamored with this hot, French-accented couple. Liz loved accents. Claire nodded agreement and put her arm around Gabriel while looking at Patrick and Liz. “We usually grab a flat in the neighborhood just there,” gesturing down the street to the west. “We booked late, so are a little father out that way than usual, but there are so many nice places. Where are you staying?” Claire asked. “Um, it’s an AirBnB, just a couple blocks that way. It has a hot tub,” Liz answered. Gabriel smiled, “the one with the little tub and all the plants on the little patio? You wonder how they can fit it all?” “Ha, yes, how did you know?” Liz responded. “We have stayed there twice,” Claire said. They shared a smile and a laugh as their wine glasses ran low.

“More wine,” Claire declared, motioning for the waiter. The waiter addressed the group, “I am happy to bring another bottle, but we close in fifteen minutes, and I don’t want you to have to rush. We can stay open a little late if you’d like, or there are many good bars on this block.” The couples glanced at each other, making sure they were in agreement. “No, no. Thank you,” Claire answered, “just the checks.” Liz and Patrick glanced at each other, both feeling a sense of sadness that their night with their new friends was coming to an end. “Would you like to come have a glass of wine at our flat?” Liz asked spontaneously. Patrick nodded agreement. After briefly making eye contact, Gabriel and Claire enthusiastically agreed. “To new friends!” Gabriel toasted as they all took their last gulps of wine. The four walked together, conversing, each couple playfully holding hands. They reached the flat and went inside. Patrick quickly poured four glasses of wine while Liz managed to get some music playing. Gabriel and Claire sat on the sofa. Claire sat sideways, her legs flirtatiously over Gabriel’s so her knees rested together leaned into his chest, with her feet on the couch cushion on the other side of him. “They redid the kitchen,” Claire pointed out, “It’s beautiful. I love the counters.” Their conversation turned to interior design, then to their favorite types of wine. Patrick and Liz sat at the small bar. As Gabriel was describing his love of Shiraz, Liz glanced at Patrick. He felt her eyes and glanced back. They gave each other a brief smile before turning their attention back to their guests. This is exactly the kind of fun they had been hoping for.

At a lull in the conversation, Claire got up. Gabriel assisted her by holding her arm with one hand, and noticeably touching her ass with the other. “Well, we should let you two enjoy the last part of your evening together,” Claire said. “You wouldn’t want that hot tub to go to waste.” Liz and Patrick again felt sad to see their friends go. “Oh, you don’t have to go. We had plenty of fun last night,” Liz quickly replied, her eyes involuntarily darting to the bed visible through the half-open bedroom door. Gabriel and Claire smirked at her forwardness. Liz was not drunk, but the wine had made her a bit tipsy and less careful with her words. Liz was caught off guard and trying to quickly change the subject, “We do need to enjoy the hot tub though. Last night was too hot.” Without thinking she continued, “you two could stay for another glass of wine and sit in the tub with us.” Patrick looked at her, surprised, sure that his wife had not just intentionally asked this couple to get in the hot tub with them, knowing they did not have any suits to wear. Liz realized her faux paus immediately. Not wanting to offend, she opened her mouth to explain she had forgotten about suits. But, before she could say anything, Gabriel and Claire had replied, “Are you sure you don’t mind?” Patrick, who had had just enough to drink to be more confident, nodded his agreement with the plan. “We’d love to,” Gabriel said.

Liz realized this was the response she wanted to hear. She had feared offending them, but with their agreement, the thought of lounging in the tub naked, suddenly excited her. She found Gabriel quite attractive, and although she was not sexually attracted to women, she thought Claire equally so. Patrick, who had always been comfortable with nudity, and who had also described the other couple as “hot” just a couple of hours ago, was equally excited. After double checking it was OK, Claire and Gabriel moved to the patio, knowing exactly where it was from their previous stay. Liz and Patrick followed. Claire made eye contact with Liz, visually checking in making sure Liz was comfortable. Claire gestured to her top buttons, wordlessly asking Liz “are you sure you’re OK if I take this off?” Liz smiled her approval back and began to undo her top buttons as well. Gabriel and Patrick removed their shirts. Liz couldn’t help but notice Gabriel’s muscular stomach and chest as he stripped down to his briefs. Patrick undressed as well, and thought he caught Claire glancing at him. He looked back at her, again struck by her beauty. Liz and Claire stripped down to their bras and panties. Claire nodded her approval at Liz’s risqué red lingerie, the lingerie she had planned to surprise her husband with. Liz turned to see Patrick eyeing her, lusting after her body. She caught Gabriel looking as well. The four stood at the corners of the tub, each wearing only their undergarments. Gabriel asked, “well, shall we?” They all nodded approval and together removed the last of their clothing. To their surprise, Liz and Patrick did not feel the expected anxiety or shame. They were comfortable and being nude with their new friends felt surprisingly natural. They stepped into the tub. The water felt wonderful. There was room for four of them, but not by much. Each couple was squeezed into a side, which neither minded at all.

Their conversation continued as it had all night, this time talking about their travels. Other than the occasional glance at each other’s bodies, being nude made almost no difference. Patrick poured a bottle into four glasses and passed out the wine. An hour went by. They laughed together, relaxed, and simply enjoyed the company. A conversation about their favorite restaurants turned to a question for each couple, “What is the best date you’ve been on?” Unable to pick a favorite, Patrick described the first memory that popped into his head. He described he and Liz sharing a fancy dinner in a small tourist town, walking the length of a pedestrian walkway, stopping in shops, and grabbing ice cream before heading home. He went on, “then, we had an hour drive home and…” He realized something. This was the date, soon after they got married, where they were dying with anticipation to get home and have sex. They had spent the entire car ride discussing their sexual fantasies. Liz had masturbated to orgasm in the car as it sped down the highway. After getting home, Patrick had tied Liz’s hands to the headboard, had gone down on her until she was about to orgasm, and then fucked her until they both came together. They had even fucked again the following morning. He paused, trying to think of what to say, but Gabriel and Claire had guessed. “You had a fun rest of the night I take it? Some great sex perhaps?” Patrick blushed and nodded, “twice.” Gabriel and Claire gave satisfied laughs. Liz found herself turned on by not just the memory, but at describing it to another couple. Emboldened by her excitement and her tipsiness, Liz smiled and said, “OK, your turn, best date, and don’t spare any details.” The evening’s conversation had turned sexual and all four of them were excited by it.

Gabriel looked at Claire, “should I tell them the time we were in the mountains?” Claire’s eyes lit up. “If you think they can handle it,” she said sarcastically. “But, really, it’s a naughty story.” Patrick and Liz nodded quickly, each desperately wanting to hear this hot couple, nude sitting across from them, describe one of their best sexual encounters. Gabriel told a tale of hiking in the mountains in Switzerland. They had a small cabin with a tiny indoor bathroom, but a large outdoor shower. It was open on one end, but in the secluded woods with no other cabins or public trails nearby. They had gotten sweaty on a long hike and had returned to the cabin, deciding to shower together. Gabriel was an excellent storyteller. Liz and Patrick looked on, hanging on every word. “Claire suggested we shower together outside,” Gabriel continued. Patrick suddenly felt his cock become slightly aroused. He quickly glanced at Claire, seeing her beautiful face and breasts, imagining her inviting a man to shower, knowing where it would lead. Gabriel went on to describe lifting Claire onto a small wooden shelf and making love to her. Sensing Liz and Patrick’s, as well as his own wife’s enthusiasm for the details, he risked a little more. “The angle was just right for Claire, but I wasn’t going to finish this way. So, after she was satisfied, I asked her to get on all fours in front of me on the wooden floor. I was taking her from behind when we looked up to see a couple, standing the woods watching us. They were not supposed to hike there because they were on private property.” “No way,” Liz said, “and they were just watching you?” Gabriel continued, “Yes. At first Claire and I stopped, but then we saw that the other couple, perhaps twenty meters away, had embraced, the man’s hand was in the woman’s pants, his other had up under her shirt. We don’t know how long they had been watching us.” Liz’s jaw dropped, and Patrick listened with wide eyes. “What did you do?” Patrick asked. Gabriel explained that the other man had nodded for them to continue. “I was too close, and I could tell Claire was into it, so I fucked Claire while strangers watched us. We both loved it. And that’s not the craziest part.” “What? How could that not be the craziest part?” Liz laughed. Claire explained, taking over the story, “after we finished and wrapped up in towels, we saw the other couple had continued. The woman now had the man’s cock out and was on her knees blowing him, her top pulled up to expose her chest.” Claire continued, “I offered for them to use our shower.” Liz and Patrick laughed, “Did they?” “They did,” Claire responded. “Not knowing what else to do, we went inside and enjoyed a glass of wine. For about ten minutes, all we heard coming from outside were the sounds of sex and running water.” Liz and Patrick looked on, thoroughly entertained, and quite turned on by the story.

Liz shifted in her seat. She could feel her pussy getting wet at the thought of fucking in the woods and being seen doing it. Glancing into the bubbly water, she noticed Patrick was half hard. She couldn’t blame him. The story and situation had turned her on as well. Liz looked up and met Claire’s eyes gazing at her. Claire had seen Liz look at Patrick’s cock. Claire flicked her eyes to her left and down, indicating for Liz to look at Gabriel. Liz felt a rush of excitement in her stomach and pussy and she saw Gabriel’s full erection through the bubbles. Liz took a deep breath in as Claire looked at her with a sense of pride and satisfaction, the kind she got from another woman being turned on by seeing her husband. Patrick was obliviously sipping his wine. Claire maintained eye contact with Liz again, making sure Liz was watching her as she leaned over, pulled Gabriel’s face towards hers, and kissed him passionately. Claire stopped kissing him and said, “It was a wonderful trip to the mountains.” “It was,” he replied. Gabriel looked at Patrick who was no longer oblivious. Gabriel went back to kissing his wife. Patrick was watching them kiss. Liz was watching too. After a minute, Claire and Gabriel stopped, and both looked at Liz and Patrick, as if to invite them, ‘your turn.’ Liz was overcome with a desire to kiss Patrick. She put her hand high on his thigh, risking brushing the backs of her fingers against his cock, hoping Claire would notice Patrick’s excited state. Liz kissed Patrick deeply, and pushed her tongue into his mouth. After kissing for a few moments, Liz and Patrick paused, opened their eyes, and glanced at Claire and Gabriel. Claire had moved onto Gabriel’s lap, her back towards him. His hands here massaging her bare breasts while he kissed her neck, her head rolled back nearly to his shoulder. Liz and Patrick took in the beautiful sight and watched as Gabriel moved a hand below the water and started rubbing Claire’s pussy. She let out a restrained moan and her body began to undulate in slow rhythm. Gabriel’s eyes opened and he met Liz and Patrick’s gaze. He smiled and nodded, making sure they weren’t going too far for Liz and Patrick’s comfort, and inviting them to follow suit.

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