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It was just shortly before eight when the four of them together swung by the designated pavilion to pick up two large fluffy blankets, and two picnic baskets. Each one was filled with a nice bottle of wine, various cheeses and crackers along with succulent sweet fruits, homemade rolls and freshly sliced ham. Even the short walk promised to be both invigorating as well as exciting as many couples, much to everyone's surprise, began making there way along the beautiful tree-lined path that was periodically lit with tiki-torches to show the way. In addition to that, a full moon lit up the night sky, promising that even the darkness of the night wouldn't fully conceal the myriad of activities they were all soon to be witnessing.
"Anxious?" Joy wondered asking her husband who seemed abnormally quite and reserved.
"No, not really," he offered. "Just not sure what to expect here I guess", he stated honestly.
"Just remember what Marsha told us, no one is expected or required to do anything they don't want to. The 1st rule is, no means no. And after that, each couple should be responsible enough to either join in.or leave rather than making anyone else uncomfortable by staying. So if anyone does start feeling that way, we can always go back to the Tipi and have our own party."
Dale smiled in spite of himself, remembering their afternoon. "Yeah, guess we could do that if things don't work out for us here," he responded far more cheerily. He then glanced over his shoulder towards their two friends, noticing as he did that they too seemed to be having much of the same conversation they'd just been having. Bob noticed Dale's look and smiled back at him nervously. He merely nodded at him in understanding. Minutes later however they reached the grove where the breathtaking display of the waterfall crashing into the pond below held their attention momentarily along with everyone else. Dale hadn't even realized that Marsha had appeared from seemingly out of nowhere.
"There's plenty of space," she informed them pointing off in the direction of a beautiful white-sandy beach area. "Pick out a spot, eat and enjoy yourselves. As things progress, you can choose to simply watch, or participate, whatever your desire. And I'll be back around in a short bit to see how you're doing." With that, she had actually reached down, allowing the tips of her fingers to teasingly caress each of their still very flaccid staffs before walking off. Bob and Dale each turned towards their wives, seeing the satisfied looks of approval upon their respective faces.
"There's a nice spot over there!" Dale pointed enthusiastically, his prick already lifting it's aroused head in agreement.
They ate by the pool, watching and listening to the roar of the falling water from above. Slowly, several couples soon made their way into the water, many of them swimming over to play beneath the cascade of the falling water. A few others made their way over towards the now fully lit bonfire, mingling with others who were also gathering. The sounds of laughter and gaiety suddenly emerging from everywhere at once as couples began to embark on their naughty little adventures together.
"Enjoying yourselves?" A familiar voice suddenly asked. Dale looked up to see Marsha had once again magically appeared from out of the darkness.
"Yes we have been. It's beautiful here," he stated easily.
"Yes, I love it here. It's one of my favorite places to come," she said with a look that indicated she'd actually meant what she'd just said.
"I can only imagine," Bob stammered wondering if he'd caught the not too subtle hidden meaning in her words.
"Would the two of you like to help me out with that?" She then asked surprising the two of them, but confirming the obvious unanswered question.
In unison, the men turned towards their wives who sat grinning at them with a knowing look in each of their eyes. "Yes, we asked if she wouldn't mind...to be honest, both Cheryl and I thought it would be erotic as hell to watch you, while we sort of practiced a little more with one another if you don't mind."
"Mind? Hell no," Dale said already hardening even more than he already was to begin with. "As long as you really don't," he added with just a tinge of uncertainty. Marsha however didn't let the conversation continue, immediately placing herself down on one of the large fluffy blankets, kneeling as she did. "Bob? Why don't you come around and put yourself down in front of me here while I treat you to something erotically special. And Dale? I think if you come around from behind me, you'll find something you can be doing as well."
Bob slid under the exotic looking woman as she knelt above him, then leaning taking his rock hard cock into her mouth. Dale glanced one more time towards his wife, but Joy had already positioned herself down on the other blanket, Cheryl between her legs, already lovingly tickling his wife's clit with her tongue. He turned back around, saw the wet glistening split of Marsha's pussy winking at him. In the next instant, he had placed his shaft at that pink hot opening and shoved.
"Fuck!" Marsha moaned around Bob's prick. "Again!" He shoved into her again, slowly withdrawing, then into her again, and again. Marsha pushed back, her pussy tightening around him with every thrust as though fighting to keep him inside her with every withdrawal of his prick from her tightly clenching cunt.
Expertly, her mouth worked Bob's prick simultaneously, her tongue slithering up and down his straining shaft, her lips pursing around the tip, sucking, pulling, then lip-locking around his hardness slithering down in between fuck-moans and unintelligible comments of urgency as Dale continued slipping his prick in and out of her with hard repeated fuckings.
"Oh my!" Dale heard his wife suddenly cry out. "I think...oh my...I think, yes, that's it, that's it!" He turned, resting his cock fully, deeply inside Marsha's warm silky glove, Cheryl leaned up on her knees, her fingers still embedded within the confines of his wife's split, her other hand now spreading her lips, exposing her hard nubbin of pleasure even more fully as she teased it with the tip of one finger, twirling it expertly. In the next instant, he watched as a tiny thin streamer of Joy's essence suddenly exploded from within the depths of her femininity, she cried out in a giggled, surprised release as another, then another ejaculation of female cum-cream spurted from her hairless hot pink lips.
"Fuck me!" Dale exclaimed ecstatically, not even realizing for a moment as he knelt there behind Marsha that his prick had ballooned inside her, his cock even then discharging copious amounts of his male nectar deep inside the recess of her tightly clenching pussy.
Bob's cry of release began just as Joy's began to end, Dale pulled out of Marsha's fuck tunnel and crawled over towards his wife, placing his mouth over her still quivering lips, tasting the remains of her essence, savoring the delicate sweet taste as his tongue paid a light sweet homage to her still throbbing desires.
Cheryl now made her way back over to Bob where she then joined Marsha in licking up the last remaining traces of his very forceful, very powerful orgasm.
"Damn!" Bob declared happily. "That was incredible!"
"Yes, it was," Joy mewled happily, sighing contentedly again as Dale continued to sweetly lick and tickle her almost too sensitive little clit-prick. Finally forcing Dale away from her, she sat up looking towards Marsha. "Now, I think its someone else's turn," she said wickedly.
"What would you like us to do?" she asked her.
"Anything?" Marsha wondered hotly, the flush of desire and arousal still etched within her face.
"Just name it," Dale added in agreement with his wife.
"In your picnic basket, there should be some condoms." Dale remembered seeing them earlier and quickly rummaged through the basket until he'd found them. "Either of you have any qualms about ass fucking?" she asked pointedly.
"I'd prefer not," Bob said almost immediately. Dale and Joy had done so on occasion, though not frequently, but it wasn't Dale who volunteered, but Joy who volunteered him.
"Dale would be happy to!" she stated easily.
"Good! Then what I would like is for you to eat me while he does," Marsha explained. "I really enjoy that. Then if you and Bob wouldn't mind playing with my tits while I play with each of you," she added looking towards Cheryl, "that would really excite me!"
Moments later they were positioned exactly the way Marsha had instructed them. Dale lay beneath her on the blanket, his cock deeply embedded within the tight opening of her puckered ass. Joy happily lapping at the woman's gaping split as she spread it with her fingers, delighting in the funky taste of the woman's desires as well as the remnants of her husbands very recent spending.
Bob and Cheryl had taken up positions on either side of her, each lavishing the hard sensitive nipples of her breasts, tonguing, licking, and sometimes pulling or twisting them with their fingers. Marsha delighted herself even more fully as she held Bob's reawakened prick within her hand, her other hand likewise exploring the rich wet depths of Cheryl's pussy.
"This sorta what you had in mind?" Dale asked from beneath her as his prick gently slid in and out of her tight little opening. He could feel his wife's tongue literally vibrating the woman's clit, her hand occasionally grasping his cock, fondling his heavy ball sack as he continued fucking her in this fashion.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Marsha cried out in delight, the feel of twin lips assaulting her sensitive breasts, her fingers alive with the sensation of hardness in one hand and the wet slipperiness of Cheryl's sweet opening with the other, all the while with Joy's tongue dancing majestically back and forth across the surface of her blood-engorged clitoris. Dale's shaft, perfectly fitted inside her ass filled with immense pleasure and ecstasy, threatening to overload her senses as the orgy upon her lust filled body continued.
"Suck it! Suck it hard!" She now urged Joy. "Suck and fuck everything hard....NOW!" she all but demanded.
Minutes later Marsha erupted in a volcanic display of orgasmic delight that pierced the night sky with her cries of unbridled release.
They had all chosen to sleep in the following morning, getting up for an early refreshing shower where the girls treated themselves to a thorough washing by two of the camp officials who'd offered to wash them previously. Seeing this, both Dale as well as Bob agreed to a washing themselves by two of the attractive looking female attendants who were on call for the same type of service.
"That was nice," they'd all agreed afterwards as they headed for the dining tent, now hungrily refreshed and famished. They decided to spend the rest of the afternoon lounging out by the pool and relaxing.
"So whets the big ticket item on the schedule for this evening?" Dale asked.
The girls both laughed eyeing their husbands.
"Us!" Cheryl ventured.
"What do you mean us?" Bob questioned worriedly. He could see by the look on his wife's face that they'd obviously been up to something.
"Something Joy and I also signed up for while we were signing up for last night."
"Ah oh," Dale said just under his breath. "Now what have the two of you gotten us into?"
"Well, not you two...unless you decide you want to," Joy began. "But Cheryl and I both thought this sounded interesting, and very naughty..."
"And very fun," Cheryl interjected.
"But very naughty," Joy continued.
"Yes, very naughty," Cheryl said again.
"Ok, ok...it's VERY naughty, I got that already, but what is it?" Dale questioned exasperatedly.
The girls giggled frustrating the boys even more. "Tonight is the side by side solo competition," Joy told them.
"And just what exactly is that?" Bob asked.
"Oh, something I KNOW you'll enjoy," she informed her husband. "Anyway you should, you're always after me to do it for you," she said slyly, and watched as Bob's eyes opened even wider.
"Holy cow!" he exclaimed catching on.
"What?" Dale asked still not fully understanding.
"Tonight they're having the masturbation contest," Joy said. "But everyone who's entered will be on stage at the same time together. There will be points awarded for the most erotic self-pleasuring as voted on by the audience, the wildest, and the most intense orgasm."
"How the hell can they know or tell that for sure?" Bob asked.
"Well Marsha explained to us that we will be hooked up to some sort of monitoring device, though it won't detract from our physical appearances, not like we'll have a bunch of wires attached to us everywhere, just a couple."
"I see," Dale said still not sure how something like that would actually be able to work.
"Anyway, Cheryl and I thought it would be erotic as hell to not only compete side by side, but getting off on the fact that not only would the two of you be watching us while we did, that so would a great many others."
Bob was smiling broadly. The thought of sitting there in the audience watching his wife, and Joy along with several other female competitors was just the type of entertainment he could really get into.
"And..." Joy ventured. "There's obviously a competition for men too," she said. "And..."
"And?" Dale asked suspiciously.
"And, Cheryl and I signed the two of you up for it as well, if you want to," she added. "You certainly don't have to, but the two of us would certainly enjoy seeing it every bit as much as the two of you would enjoy seeing us."
"Shit Joy, we can go back to the Tipi right now and do that if that's all you want to see," Dale told his wife. "I'm not sure I'd feel real comfortable doing it up on stage beneath a spotlight with everyone else watching me!"
Joy frowned, even pouted in her little girl sorta way. "There's a lot of points towards the weekend prizes that can be awarded," she reminded him. "Points for most innovative self pleasuring, biggest cum-shot..."
"Biggest dick," Dale said looking towards his friend.
"I doubt that," Bob grinned, though he had fisted his prick briefly as the images of the two girls on stage danced in his head.
"Well, we'll see," Dale said suddenly surprising his wife. "No promises...but maybe, so we'll see."
"Tell you what," Joy said turning towards her friend, winking. "If you guys agree to do it for us, then we'll treat you to a little something special before hand to keep those aroused juices and interests going."
"Oh? And what might that be?" Bob asked excitedly, taking an even greater interest as his cock lurched suddenly even more aroused than it had been.
"First you agree, then we'll tell you," Cheryl stated laying down the challenge.
The boys looked at each other questioningly. "Hell Dale, I will if you will," Bob told him. "After everything else we've seen and done here so far, it's not like this would be all that much different or even difficult for us. I never thought I'd get used to walking around naked all the time, and now it feels so natural that I might have trouble keeping clothes on after we get back!"
That was true. Even Dale had to admit the freedom of being naked had been quite liberating to him as well. And the sight of so many men and women quite frequently fooling around in front of them whenever and wherever anyone really liked with only a handful of exceptions had kept him in a near constant state of arousal anyway.
"Well, being under the spotlight, I guess we really won't be able to see anyone in the audience, and if I just concentrate, and close my eyes..."
"And think about us," Joy offered with a smile.
"Certainly that," Dale agreed grinning as Joy reached over cupping one of Cheryl's breasts in her hand. "I guess I'd be up for it," he finished.
"I certainly hope so!" Joy gleefully stated, giving her husband a nice warm friendly hug as well as a teasing little cock pull of her hand as she embraced him. "And knowing how far you can shoot when you're really, really excited, you just might have a chance at the best cum-shot too!" she said proudly.
"Ah huh. Well, if you really want to see that, or help me at least be competitive, then I'm thinking we need the two of you to keep your end of the bargain and do something for us so that we can."
"Lets go!" Joy said standing up from the lounge chair.
"Back to the Tipi then?" Bob questioned with obvious excitement in his voice.
"No. Somewhere else where it will be even more exciting, more arousing for you to see," they told them.
"Yeah? And where would that be?" Dale wondered.
"Come with us," his wife told them then. "Cheryl and I noticed this a couple of days ago, and thought it might be fun. Especially for you two!" she added with a knowing look.
"Ah oh...here they go again!" Bob said rolling his eyes as he felt his wife taking his hand and begin leading him off behind her.
The girls quickly led their husbands over to one of several poolside cabanas that were serving drinks. Many of the resorts guests sat on stools or small tables enjoying themselves. "Order something, relax, and wait here," Joy told the two men. Then they watched as Joy approached the bar tender, whispering something in his ear. They watched the man smile nodding his head as he then began fixing the two of them their drinks.
"This should be interesting," Dale told his friend. "Knowing those two," he added shaking his head.
"No doubt," Bob agreed accepting their drinks from the bartender.
They then watched as the bartender walked over to the big screen TV that was located just up and behind the bar. Several times during their stay as they had passed by, they had both noticed that quite frequently there would be erotic, sensual armature type movies playing on the screen. They had even stopped and watched for a while, waiting for fresh drinks, or for the girls to return from the restrooms. Curious as to what movie might be playing, they were both stunned to suddenly see their wives enter into a room. A small bench, much like a massage table stood within the center of the small but well-lit room.
"I'll be damned!" Dale exclaimed in abject surprise. The bartender was grinning as he turned towards the two men.
"Enjoy," he spoke still grinning towards them. Several of the guests who'd been sitting nearby began turning their chairs towards the television so they could get a better view. Exclamations of "beautiful", or simple "Ooohs and Ahhhhs" began emanating from nearly everywhere. But even those weren't enough to detract from the vision of their wives up there on the screen. Seeing them on this closed circuit TV like this was incredibly erotic, especially knowing that at this very moment, that more than likely there were hundreds of guests watching their wives on TV just as they were.
The guys had watched their wives enter the room. Cheryl immediately seating herself on the edge of the comfortably padded massage bench with Joy standing in front of her between her spread legs.
"Fuck!" someone moaned from behind them. Dale took a brief moment to look off to the side to see who might have spoken, caught a motion from the bartender who was pointing towards Bob, then pointing at a sign up above the bar. Dale followed the point, saw Bob absentmindedly stroking himself, then back towards the sign which read: "No masturbating within twenty feet of the bar." Dale laughed, then poked Bob in the shoulder and pointed out the sign to him.
"Oh...sorry!" he mouthed in apology towards the bartender who merely continued to grin and acknowledged the obvious hardship of refraining himself. "They do look good together though don't they?" he stated simply, keeping both hands firmly wrapped around his drink now.
"Yes, they do!" Dale nodded. "Yes, they do."
Together they, along with several others, watched as Joy began strapping on a rather real looking penis-like dildo.
"Man!" Bob barely managed to breathe. And again, Dale could only sit mesmerized in total agreement with his friend. Looking decadently obscene now, Joy actually looked towards the camera and smiled before placing her rather large-sized phallus at the opening of Cheryl's wet glistening split. She used it to tease the hard little nubbin of her friend's pleasure center for several long moments before easing just the tip of the rubber penis into her friend's already juice-filled quim.
Once again the sound of several guests appreciations to the action on screen could be heard as Joy slowly eased the enormous looking prick inside her best friends pussy. Dale heard Bob suddenly laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"I was just thinking, your wife's gonna fuck her even before you do." Dale laughed as well, realizing the truth of it, though up until now, he'd never even considered the possibility, at least, not until they had actually been here a few days anyway.
And Joy was fucking her now, nice slow smooth strokes in and out of Cheryl's pussy, the close-action lens of the camera occasionally zooming in to focus directly on Cheryl's swollen wet lips, the way they would cling to the rubberized prick as it pressed inside her, then clasping it equally as needful as she withdrew.
"Damn that's hot!" Dale heard the woman sitting next to him saying, glancing towards her noticing as he did that her fingers were deeply embedded deep within her own needful pussy. He then quickly turned to look back at the bartender, remembering the sign, but he was by that time as raptly involved in watching the screen, as was everyone else.
"I wonder if they actually ticket you, or kick you out of the bar for masturbating," Dale wondered half aloud. But either Bob hadn't heard him, or didn't care. Watching his wife being fucked by his best friends wife was simply too good to pay anything less than his full attention on.
Dale soon found himself just as mesmerized as everyone else seemed to be as Joy obviously fucked Cheryl ever and ever closer to orgasm. After it was obvious she had indeed climaxed, they all again watched as Joy knelt down between Cheryl's still outstretched legs and gingerly licked the still almost too sensitive lips and clit of her friends pussy. After an almost too short amount of time, the girls then stood switching places.
"Now you get to see you're wife fucking mine," Dale told his friend.
"Those are your wives?" The sexy looking blonde said who was sitting next to them.
"Sure are," he beamed proudly, once again noticing the woman's fingers remained deep within herself.
"Lucky man," she said with a wink, licking her lips. "I'd enjoy doing her myself!"
"Yes, yes I am....yes, we are," he amended looking towards Bob grinning just as he was.
At that moment the blonde stood scooting her chair between them. "Do you mind?" she asked.
"No, not at all," Bob smiled making more room for her. Seconds later she had wrapped each of her hands around their cocks and began slowly stroking them as all eyes returned back to the actions on the table. Dale quickly glanced towards the bartender, cognoscente of his earlier warning. But he too was still as raptly engrossed as was everyone else. Dale merely smiled, felt the pleasant teasing hand upon his prick, and watched delightfully as Cheryl began fucking his wife in ernst.
"So, do you think that will keep you horny enough until tonight?" Joy asked shortly after their return. Many had actually stood and applauded the two women, recognizing them both almost immediately.
"Are you kidding?" Dale blushed, standing up with the hardest, firmest erection he'd ever remembered even having before. Something that was duly noted by the barkeep as he wrote something down in one of his notebooks.
"And uh...this is Sandra," he said suddenly introducing the blonde who'd been sitting between he and Bob. "She ah...sorta,"
