Valley View and a friendly couple (MF/MF)

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While staying at a clothing-optional hot springs, my wife and I met another couple while sharing one of the communal cabins. The four of us grabbed towels and strolled over to the pool area. It was mid-morning, but cold enough that no one was braving the heated pool water, hot tub, or even the Colorado sun. It almost felt like we had the place to ourselves. Before stepping into the sauna, I said, “I need to empty my bladder. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, good idea,” my wife agreed, grabbed my hand and off we went to the toilets. This is a rustic place, so the toilets and shower rooms are all one building. Because it’s clothing optional, there is only one room with toilets along one wall, no stall doors, sinks along the opposite wall, and a large area with four shower heads. We each took a toilet and did our thing.

As we exited the building, a young woman was coming in. She was naked as were we. We had towels, but held them in our hands, rather than wrapping them around our bodies. The air was a bit crisp, but we were headed to the sauna, so we wouldn’t be cold for long. The young woman extended her arms toward my wife. Before my wife could react, the woman was embracing her, body to body. She was shorter than my wife, so her head nestled into my wife’s shoulder. When in Rome, my wife wrapped her arms around the young woman and returned the hug.

After a few moments and an audible sigh from the woman, she released my wife and turned to me. Somewhat prepared, I accepted the hug, the woman burying her nose below my sternum. I felt her breast push against me, her hard nipples very apparent. Then I felt her grind her hip into mine. I was quite a bit taller than her, but my cock still hung low enough to feel the curls of her blonde hair pressed against me. Feeling we had hugged long enough, I released the pressure of my arms, but she wasn’t done. Her arms wrapped around my chest, she held on, took a deep breath, and wiggled her hips.

Up to this point, I’d maintained composure, but her pubic hair was enticing. It was probably my imagination, but it felt as if she contemplated jumping up, wrapping her legs around my waist, and impaling herself on my growing cock. She released the hug, but kept her hips pressed against mine, as she looked up into my eyes, “I hope you two have an amazing day. Happy Autumn.”

With no ceremony at all, she let me go and headed into the toilet.

As we walked away, my wife turned to me. “Enjoy that, did we?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess.”

Holding my hand, my wife gestured to my cock, more just a bit happy. “I’d say someone is more than just guessing.”

I blushed but said nothing.

We ducked into the sauna. Mark and Debbie together sat on one side, so my wife and I sat on the other. I wanted to climb up to the upper deck, but a soft tug on my hand let me know, my wife would prefer to soak her feet. So, lower deck it is.

We sat in silence, listening to the steam rise and the gurgle of the cool water running between the benches. After a few minutes, my wife said, “My lungs can’t handle the heat. I’m heading to the hot tub.” Mark thought that was a good idea, too, grabbed his towel and followed my wife out.

Debbie and I continued chatting. Sitting on the lower bench, I had a great view of Debbie’s pussy seated on the upper bench opposite me. She also wasn’t shy about spreading her legs. When our respective spouses were here, both Debbie and my wife were demure with displaying their wares. But the moment, Mark and my wife were out the door, Debbie’s knees spread wide. Her muscular thighs were sweating, but there was more than just sweat between Debbie’s legs.

Memories of the day before popped into my head. My cock responded in kind, even though all we talked about were pleasantries. Erotic thoughts were aided as Debbie ran her hands over her glistening skin. sometimes down the inside of her thighs, sometimes over her chest, tweeting her nipples as they slid by. My cock was rock hard.

I think she wanted to masturbate but couldn’t quite bring herself to making the first move. I know I wanted to, but again, didn’t want to make a move. Eventually, she stood up and said, “Well, I’d better go make sure my husband isn’t getting into any trouble.” This was an odd comment, but whatever.

She stepped down into the water, faced me, and made a motion to hug me. I stood up to reciprocate. The narrow space between the benches pushed our bodies together. As we were both naked and very sweaty, I tried for the half hug which kept out bodies mostly apart.

“Oh, don’t be shy,” she remarked, “We’re at a nudist resort for God’s sake.” With that she pulled me into a pressed embrace. Her firm breasts pressed against me, as her athletic body held on tight. Her dark curly pubic hair pressed against my crotch, as my cock slid between her legs. This wasn’t one of those quick hugs either, she held on. When I attempted to pull away, she squeezed tighter and even wiggled a little. My cock, nestled between her legs, could feel the moisture of her cunt. If she were six inches taller, or I were to squat down some, my head would have been in more than close proximity.

She hummed, lifted her head from my chest to give it a kiss, all the while gyrating her hips. I was tempted to lift her up and onto the bench. The act would have let my cock bury itself into Debbie’s cunt, but I wasn’t bold enough.

“Much better,” she said as we finally separated. “Wasn’t that much more enjoyable?” I just smiled. She looked down on my cock and could tell he agreed. With that, she was out the door.

I stayed in the dry sauna for a few more minutes when Debbie came back. “You’d better come see this.” I grabbed my towel and followed her out. We walked around the pool and over to the hot tub area. She motioned to me to be quiet as we looked over the wooden fence.

There was her husband sitting on the side of the tub with his back basically toward us, but he was obviously stroking his cock. My wife was seated about 2 feet away and staring at his cock. I listened to the conversation for a while. He was telling my wife that while his wife and him don’t swing, they are open to voyeur activities. While I was watching this my own cock grew, thinking about my wife watch another man masturbate.

Debbie tapped me on the shoulder and pointed at my cock. She made a few hand gestures I couldn’t understand and then reached out and grabbed my cock. She looked up at me as if to ask if it was OK. I certainly wasn’t going to argue. We turned back to look at the hot tub as she stroked my cock.

Her husband asked my wife is she was OK if he came. “Sure, but hold off for just a second, Mark” she replied. “I want to join you.” She rose out of the water and positioned herself on the hot tub wall. Her leg pressed against his as she slid her hand down to her pussy. Two fingers dove to her clit and started making circles. All the while, her eyes were glued to Mark’s cock and the hand massaging it.

I reached over and started to finger Debbie as we watched our respective spouses masturbate for each other.

“I’m going to cum,” Mark said.

“Oh wait,” my wife responded. She pulled on his arm. “Cum on my stomach.” He stood and turned to her. His cock was 8 inches with a hook as his skin strained against the throbbing, ready to cum at any moment. He squatted and pushed down the base so the tip of his cock pointing at her belly button. His hand stroking the base was rubbing against the top of her light brown pussy patch. She thrust her hips forward and wiggled to the point his frenulum was rubbing against her. She pulled her hand out from between her legs and began pressing his cock into her clit. Mark let her take over.

There I was, standing behind a wooden fence, my own cock in the hand of another woman, my hand buried in her cunt watching my wife play with another man’s cock. She was rubbing her clit with the head of his cock. He was grunting like a stallion about to cross the finish line.

The next thing I knew, he was cumming all over her pubic mound. Streaks of white fluid flew up across her stomach. She was milking his cock with one hand while she her other rubbed his cum over her skin, into her hair and down between her legs. Then she lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hips bringing his cock even closer to her cunt. She was rubbing the head of his cock between her pussy lips bringing herself off in grand style.

At this point I started to cum. I don’t know when I stopped playing with the Debbie’s pussy, but I looked down and her face was inches away from my cock as she caught most of my cum in her mouth. Then, she sucked the last bit out. I practically collapsed onto the pavement.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Debbie whispered as she wiped off her chin. We looked back through the fence to see my wife rubbing Mark’s cock head over her pussy. He had cum quite a bit, but obviously enjoying both the view and the hand on his cock. He was not getting any softer. “Is she going to bring herself off with my husband’s cock?”

“Yes, I think that’s her intent.”

We watched our spouses for a moment when I heard Debbie grunt. Looking over, I saw her hand was moving between her legs in time with the motion my wife was doing with Mark’s cock. It was broad daylight, and while there weren’t many people at the hot springs, there were employees. I didn’t want to interrupt my wife but standing here next to Debbie rubbing one out was something I could change. “Come on,” I whispered, “Let’s go back to the sauna before we get caught.”

Debbie was conflicted. She wanted to stay and watch, but she also didn’t want to get caught. She squeezed her fingers into her cunt with one solid clinch, then followed me back to the sauna.

We opened the door and slid inside. I immediately stepped into the cool water to try and calm things down. Debbie was having none of it. She sat on the lower bench, propped her feet on the opposite bench, legs spread, and started fingering herself again. The muscles of her legs clinched with an impending orgasm, her hips rotated up, and her fingers with giggling her clit at a blinding rate. The warm air made her aroma intoxicating. I couldn’t take it.

I dove under her leg and pressed my face into her cunt. She was so wet and so sweet. My hands reached around her thighs to pull our bodies together, as my tongue plunged into her. Debbie started screaming and grabbed my hair with her fingers. She wasn’t letting me go. I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care. My tongue was busy diving deep into her hole, my lips sucked on her cunt, and my nose pressed into her clit rubbing back and forth. Cunnilingus is my favorite sex act. I almost came just eating her out.

Debbie’s hips would jerk forward as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her body. Then her fingers and legs relaxed, giving her a few moments to catch her breath before the next wave hit. More thrusting, more clinching, and more tugging on my hair. I don’t think my face could get any closer, but we both tried.

Finally, it was too much. Debbie’s hands pushed against my head; her knees pulled in tight trying to close off her opening from access. She had no words, but her vocalizations were apparent she’d had enough.

I pulled back, let me hands slide off her thighs and down to the wooden bench. My body sunk down into the trough between the benches as the water lapped up over my shoulders cooling me down. My cock was still hard, but my body was coming down from a tantric orgasm.

Eventually, Debbie slid down on the bench and her legs flopped open. “Holy fuck, I haven’t had that many consecutive orgasm in I don’t know when.”

Floating in the water, I marveled at her very content wide open pussy lips. Her butt was right at the edge of the bench. Her cunt was only inches away. Rather than dive in again, I dropped my face into the water, ran my hands over my cheeks and chin to wash away Debbie’s juices. When I felt my face was relatively clean, I stood up.

It didn’t occur to me standing between her legs with my cock still hard how close the tip of it would be to her cunt. So close, that when it popped out of the water, it stroked her vaginal lips. Debbie twitched and looked down between her legs and through her light brown pubic hair. There was my cock, eager to dive into her cunt. I could feel the heat from her vagina on the tip.

She wiggled her hips, which caused her butt to slide a bit further down and close the distance between my cock and her cunt. The tip of my cock nestled into the folds of her vaginal lips. Wet from the water, I could still feel the moisture oozing from Debbie’s pussy coat my purple tip. My hips involuntarily twitched left. She responded with another wiggle. The head of my cock disappear into her vagina. We were both thinking with our hips.

I wanted to grab her knees and thrust my cock all the way in but was also fascinated with the view of my headless cock begging at the opening of her cunt. Debbie rocked her hips up, causing to rim around the head my cock to just be visible. Then she dropped her hips, letting my cock slip in an inch.

My hands moved to her knees and my eyes to her face. I took a deep breath and let my hips shift forward, my cock sliding deeper into Debbie’s vagina. I didn’t say anything. The request sat silent in the hot sauna air. Were we going to fuck? I’m not sure what signal I was looking for, would closing her eyes be a ‘yes’ or did I need a nod of her head? Maybe just another wiggle of her hips would be the sign I needed to bury my cock into her and start thrusting with the same enthusiasm as I had eaten her out.

Debbie took a breath, spread her knees slightly with the inhale. I was aware of that slight shift as her cunt seemed to squeeze and release with her breath. My cock slid in another inch. Feeling her vagina muscles pulse, my cock throbbed in response, another inch further. Up to this point I wasn’t intentionally moving. The natural motion of our bodies was slowing guiding my cock into her cunt. But then I hit a sensitive spot. Debbie moaned, arched her back, and buried my cock another two inches. I couldn’t take it anymore.

My hands pulled on her legs as I thrust my hips forward. Her wet vagina soaking my cock until my red pubic hair was mingling with her light brown tuft. I let my cock sit deep inside her for a moment trying to keep from cumming right away. Looking up to her face, I could see the look of ecstasy mixed with apprehension. Like me, she wanted to, need to do this, but also knew we shouldn’t have gone this far.

Suddenly, as if a starting gun shot off in the distance, she wrapped her legs around my hips, while I rocked my hips back then forward again. That first thrust was slow, but the rest weren’t. I started slamming my cock into her wet hole. She started bucking her hips side to side.

“Oh my God, you’re so thick.” Debbie reached up to grab my neck, providing more support for her hip gyrations. I leaned forward, putting my hands on the bench on either side of her waist, all the while bucking with my hips, sliding my cock in and out at a fevered pace.

She moaned, then cried, “I’m cumming.” Her hands pulled my head to her neck as our bodies pressed together. My cock exploded into her. Grunt after grunt, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded into her cunt. I continued to thrust, slower, but with more energy if that’s possible.

As our orgasms slowly faded, I kept up the motion, but pulled my head back to look Debbie in the eyes. We locked on, very aware I was still hard and still fucking her, still eager to continue.

“You don’t have to…” she said, but we both knew I did. I wasn’t done and neither was she. The slower pace of my cock started to increase as our eyes keep their hold on each other. Until the sensations in her cunt caused her to close her eyes. Once the spell was broken, I stood up, grabbed on to her hips, and started thrusting with more intensity.

It wasn’t long before Debbie was cresting with another orgasm. I could feel my cock throbbing; it wanted to cum again, but I also knew I’d already cum twice, so I wasn’t likely to cum again anytime soon.

As Debbie rode the orgasm over the peak and back down the other side, she slunk back against the wooden bench. Her legs still wrapped around me, holding our hips together. “Fuck!”

“Yes, we did, quite enthusiastically, I might add.”

She reached down with a hand to slide her fingers in her cunt, massaging my cock at the same time. I was still semi-hard. She said, “I can’t believe you’re still hard.”

“I’m not, not really. Just residual happiness.”

“My cunt is pretty happy too, but I think I’m going to need to soak it some before we go another round.”

“Maybe we should head to the hot tub and see how our spouses are doing?”

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