Vancouver – Part 4 [FMFM, Foursome, Swap]

[*Continued from Part 3…*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hvhxlo/vancouver_part_3_fmfm_foursome_swap/)

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The game consisted of Claire and I standing behind each other’s men, using whatever womanly powers we had to make them cum. Daniel and James couldn’t touch us – they could only stand, hands on the glass wall, and let another woman wrap her arms around them from behind, grasp their cock, and race to finish. The stakes were high indeed – whoever made their man cum first would have everyone else’s attention entirely on them.

The shower was huge. Oversized for two people – but just about perfect for four. There were two shower heads, both large, and currently spouting a hot, hard stream of water against Claire and mine’s backs. The room was starting to steam from both the hot water and the heavy breathing from all four of us – handprints from both Daniel and James were all over the glass wall.

When I first approached Daniel, his tight, muscular ass and strong wide back just there for me to touch, I briefly thought of cheating…moving around to the front of him and just letting him have his way with me. But rules were rules, and who wouldn’t want both these men, not to mention Claire, all taking care of them?

Vancouver – Part 3 [FMFM, Foursome, Swap]

//[*Continued from Part 2*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/huxzzl/vancouver_part_2_fmfm_foursome_swap/)//

I turned around so I was facing James and gently pushed him back. Claire came and stood beside me, ran her hands over his chest, then turned towards me. I looked at her, again taking in how the fabric fell over every slight curve. Technically, she was still wearing as many clothes as I was. She put her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed down, guiding me to my knees, then followed me down to the floor. We were facing each other on our knees, right in front of James. I reached across and touched her face, running my fingers along the soft line of her jaw to the back of her neck. I found the pin holding her hair up, and gently pulled it out. Her dark hair fell down her back in soft waves.

Vancouver – Part 2 [FMFM, Foursome, Swap]

*//Continued from* [*Part 1*](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hua583/vancouver_part_1_fmfm_foursome_swap/)*//*

Our suite was on the top floor, 20 stories above the city, overlooking the water. As we stepped in the lights came on low, immediately settling the atmosphere. The air was charged. Daniel shut the door behind us, and James and Claire turned around. We stood there for a moment, no one quite touching, trading glances, each of us dying to continue – while daring someone else to make the first move.

I was the first to crack. My body was on fire, and my pulse was concentrated on my clit. I could feel my pussy swelling, could feel my panties becoming soaking wet. I looked at James, saw his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, and slowly pulled my sweater over my head. My skin immediately reacted to the lower temperature of the room, my nipples somehow hardening even more. Both James and Claire were watching me, each taking their time running their eyes over me, up and down. Before I could continue, I felt Daniel behind me. He put one hand on either side of my waist, then slowly moved them lower to the tops of my jeans. Those hands again.

Vancouver – Part 1 [FMFM, Foursome, Swap]

We were out of town, luxuriating in a weekend away at a posh hotel. The lobby bar was exquisite – all deep jewel tones, polish, and with just the right low lighting that it felt like anything could happen.

We first noticed them earlier in the day, at the small cafe around the corner. He was tall, muscular but without a hint of self-possession. Dark hair, dark eyes. She was clearly a runner – all legs and with a bright, tanned face that brought out the blue in her eyes. They both smiled openly at us, their eye contact lingering only slightly longer than usual. James squeezed my hand, our long-established signal for *hmmm*. The moment passed and we went about our day.

But something had shifted that night. Maybe they had spent time thinking about us that day too – chatting quietly over a glass of wine about the brief encounter. Whispered fantasties while running their hands over one another’s bodies.