Group Sex Visual Pleasures

"I don't know David, you sure? What if she's not too keen on the idea when she comes home and finds us...well, you know."

I laughed. "Don't worry Mike, it's not like we'll be sitting there jerking off the moment she walks in the door. We'll just have the movie on, watching it...just like we sometimes used to do. We'll let Marcy decide at that point if she's ok with it, or even into doing the same thing herself. It's the best way to start...see where it leads. I'll call her now, let her know you're coming over for the evening, that I've ordered some pizza, and let her start to wrap her mind around that. She like's you buddy...always has, but you know that. So let's just let some of that flirtatious teasing the two of you have shared, run its course here, and see where it leads to."

I had purposely chosen the particular DVD we'd put in for obvious reasons. The x-rated movie was all about several varieties and combinations of threesomes. Marcy and I had watched part of it before, and I knew she'd gotten quite aroused and excited when doing so. Having already gotten the pizza and beer to go along with it, Mike and I were sitting on the couch in the living room when Marcy got home. Obviously pleased and aware Mike was coming over, so she knew he'd be there, she was a little surprised when she walked in, removing her business suit coat as she did. She tossed it over the back of the chair, saw what we were intently watching, and sat down, picking up a piece of pizza.

"What's this?" She asked seemingly taking an interest, acting as though nothing was going on outside of the norm, though in some ways...it was.

"One of our favorite movies," I responded quite unnecessarily, Marcy new damn good and well which one was playing. We'd seen it enough times already. But I also knew just by the look in her eyes as she turned towards me, winking...she was quite aroused by all this, and obviously curious as to what the two of us might have planned.

"Oh yeah...it's the one about threesomes isn't it?" She replied, finishing her pizza, sipping a bit of beer, and then standing up again. "Well, if we're going to be doing this...I'm sure as hell going to go upstairs and get out of these clothes and then into something a hell of a lot more comfortable!"

Mike looked at me, I looked back grinning at him. "Have another beer," I said clinking my glass against his. "I think the evenings about to get very interesting!"

A few minutes later Marcy returned wearing a lightweight throw over robe. It was one she very often wore in the evenings when she wanted to be "very" comfortable. Before...she'd not worn anything beneath it, and I hoped earnestly, she wasn't wearing anything now. Though she had it pulled close enough, tied up and secured, there was no real way of telling at the moment. I did have a pretty good idea she wasn't wearing a bra however, her breasts looked too full, too free when she came down taking her seat. When she leaned over taking another slice of pizza, that suspicion was confirmed. Her robe optioned partially, just enough to hint at the swell of her magnificent breasts.

"Oh yeah...I like this one," she said standing up and moved over, suddenly sitting down between us as though wanting to get a better seat. With her now sandwiched between us, I felt the electricity in the air suddenly increase. "This one always did get me hot," she announced.

And it did too. As it did me. I was already sitting there with a full-blown erection. And if I was...hopefully Mike was as well.

On screen, though she was a busty looking blonde, her tits looked very similar to the way Marcy's did, something we had actually commented on before. So I decided to use that.

"I like that gals tits," I stated. "They look a lot like yours do."

"I don't think so," Marcy challenged. "I think they're a little bigger than mine are, and her nipples are a lot larger and thicker too."

Mike glanced over looking at her as she spoke.

"I think we need an unbiased opinion here," I stated. "Because I think they do...though you might be correct about her nipples, just a little. Though I also think yours stand out a bit more than hers do."

Marcy then glanced over at Mike, turning in her seat just a little, as she did...opening her robe revealing herself to him. "Well? What do you think?"

It was the first time Mike had ever seen Marcy's tits. His mouth was open, his eyes glued to her chest. And what he said was..."Holy shit! You've got gorgeous tits Marcy!"

Maybe it's because it had been a while since he'd even seen any...real live ones anyway, up close and personal like this. Regardless of that fact, Marcy laughed, easing the sudden tension just a little.

"Thank you...but do they?" she asked again actually holding them in her hands now. "Mine aren't quite as firm as hers seem to be," she then added still holding them up, and then letting them go again where they jiggled, and the rested against her ribcage.

"Go ahead Mike, feel one...see what you think. I think they're plenty firm and full."

He first looked at me, and then at Marcy, and then reached out, cupping her breast. Marcy sighed when he did that, even letting her head fall back a bit as I reached around cupping the other one in my hand, giving it a bit of a playful jiggle.

"They're...plenty firm," he slightly stammered, a bit embarrassed now and unsure, pulling his hand away. "But yeah...have to agree with David there on one count, they do look similar, though I also do like your nipples a lot better," he added siding with us both.

He quickly picked up his beer, sipping from it, and then held it down close to his lap. I knew then he was doing the best he could to hide his obvious erection. Thankfully Marcy picked up on that one too.

"That guy's dick," she began as we all sat watching the blonde as she now held each in her hands stroking them simultaneously, rubbing them against her breasts as she did so. "Looks a little like David's too," she added. "About the same size I think, though the other guy certainly has a really big one."

He did...that much was obvious, and I wondered where she was going with all this, now anxious to find out.

"I wouldn't mind doing that myself," she then stated. "Bet it would feel nice against my tits."

I knew Marcy was really horny. It was about the only time I ever heard her refer to her own breasts as "tits". She had obviously done so, hoping perhaps to get a rise out of the two of us...she already had one out of me. And I felt like all Mike needed was some additional coaxing, though sitting there with his beer still in his lap, hinted at his own obvious arousal.

"So...you'd enjoy having two cocks rubbing against your tits honey?" I asked.

Marcy grinned. "I would yes, I'd like to see what that feels like. How about it Mike? Willing to help out an old friend discover what that might actually feel and look like?" She asked him.

I wasn't about to let the opportunity slip away, nervous or not. I then stood, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants. Surprised at my own sudden boldness, though I have to say, I now think I owed it to Carol for part of that. In seconds I was standing there in front of my wife and my very best friend, my cock hard...even leaking a little.

"I'm game...if you are," I told them both.

To my surprise and pleasure, Mike stood, his eyes wide open, his mouth partially perhaps still a little stunned by all this. But in seconds, he stood, his pants down around his ankles.

Marcy reached out, grasping his cock, pulling him closer towards her as she did that. Seeing him hard for the first time myself, it was nice to see we were both similar in size and shape, so not much chance of penis envy on either one of our parts. And that made it easier for Marcy too, she didn't have to pretend choice or preference for either one, even if she did have one.

"Wow...two hard cocks, just for me!" She grinned now reaching out with her other hand, securing mine, which she now sat, and began rubbing against each one of her breasts. "How's that feel anyway? You like?" She asked.

"Oh fuck...I mean, yeah...damn, for sure!" Mike once again stammered almost apologetically.

"Well...I fucking like it too," Marcy said once again letting him know, letting us both know just how aroused now she really was. "Thank you baby," she now said winking at me. "I always have wanted to do this."

There was something else she once mentioned wanting to do, and I couldn't help wondering now as she sat rubbing our two cocks against herself, if she wouldn't mention it, try it. Sure enough...I should have known better, now given the opportunity. She had slowly moved us closer together, both pricks now on one breast, inching each of our heads slowly towards one another against her nipple. She then placed them together, or rather sandwiched around her stiff firm nipple as though kissing it with our cocks. It didn't bother me, and I was pleased to see that it didn't bother Mike much either as he stood there and groaned, a fat droplet of pearly juice suddenly oozing out of the tip, which Marcy now smeared against herself.

"You got one for me too baby?" She asked, now purposely squeezing my dick, which sure enough produced one, which she then smeared against her neglected breast. "Oh yeah...that's hot, way fucking hot!" She cooed delightedly.

"You're telling me!" Mike offered now looking down again, feeling my wife's hand as she slowly began stroking us both.

Admittedly I was beyond horny, whatever reservations or doubts I might have had, long since thrown out the window. Whatever she wanted, I now knew I could do.

So far, she had enjoyed one small minor little desire, an easy one. But I knew through our frequent, lusty pillow-talk there was an even bigger one.

"Go ahead baby...now's your chance, do it." I said seeing her eyes light up like a fireworks display. Once again, she placed our cocks even more closely together, a bit strange at first, as she pulled us both towards her. And then just like that, she opened her mouth and drew the two of us in as though we were one single cock. Once again Mike groaned deeply, though looking at me for some sort of sign perhaps. I gave him one...audibly.

"She does suck a mean cock!" I said simply. "And now I know...she can suck two of them that way!"

It was amazing how quickly things escalated, and then even more so from there. And the thing I learned about myself, watching Mike, him being there, and seeing Marcy how she acted around him. All I felt was turned on, aroused. There was no hint of jealousy, uncertainty, or even nervousness any more as that corner had been turned a long time ago with my wife sucking our dicks as though one.

But the one thing I didn't want, was for all this to end far too quickly either. Already I knew poor Mike was fighting it, sure enough a telltale sign it had been a while since he'd even touched, let alone seen another woman. I knew then, as Marcy did, that we'd need to get the first one out of the way pretty soon here. After that, we'd relax a bit, drink some more beer, while everyone recuperated, and see how it went after we did that.

So in tune with one another, the mere look of our eyes going back and forth between us was like having an entire conversation without many words.

"What I'd love to do, is come all over those gorgeous tits of yours," I suddenly announced as though trying to fight it holding back though just barely. "And then after doing that...doing for you whatever you'd like us to do, after we've recuperated a bit," I lustily suggested.

"Be careful what you're offering," Marcy responded. "Because I have all sorts of things in mind the two of you could do for me," she informed us both. Once again Mike looked at me for confirmation, this was after all, turning into a bit more than we'd actually discussed.

"Whatever you want babe...tonight's your night!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, really," I said meaning it, which she now knew I did. She smiled, and then kissed me, and then turned kissing Mike as well, though he didn't allow the kiss to linger too long, still feeling a bit uncertain perhaps, though Marcy laughed at that.

"What? I have too much of David's cock juice on my mouth or something?" She asked him. We both nervously laughed over that, though once again settled into her sitting there in front of us on the couch once more, working and Jacking our cocks off against her.

"Gonna give me a nice squirt you two? All over my breasts?"

"I'll certainly try," I told her. "Might not be quite as much as usual though...already came once today."

"No surprise there," Marcy snickered. "What'd you do anyway? Where? At work again?"

Mike's eyes were wide again listening to this, a bit surprised perhaps at our candor.

"Yeah...out in the parking garage," I stated, just before coming home," I said without going into more detail at the moment anyway. Marcy laughed however. "What?"

"I was wondering if you'd ever get around to telling me about that. When I called to speak to Carol earlier about Friday, and when we briefly discussed possible activities outside in the hot tub later, I told her it might be fun to get an early start...surprise you. Obviously...she did."

"That...was your idea?" I said totally surprised.

"Yep! I told her you'd always had this naughty little kink about coming in a woman's panties, and thought it would be even better, if she just let you squirt into hers while wearing them...obviously, you did."

"Fuck!" Mike cried out, startling us both just a little, suddenly seeing him standing there squirting all over Marcy's breasts. He continued doing so, as Marcy immediately returned her attention back towards him, milking his prick until she'd managed to squeeze out every last drop that she could. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I couldn't help it, not after hearing that," he then added.

Marcy and I both burst out laughing. "Well, perhaps after you've had a chance to recover just a bit...you can do that to me if you'd like," she said suddenly standing. "Only one thing though...I'm not wearing any." And with that, she let her robe drop to the floor, standing there now in front of us, entirely naked.

"Remind me to thank Carol tomorrow," I told my wife, once again kissing her.

"Yeah, and me too," she whispered back. "Who knew that doing that...would bring me this?" She then laughed slyly, letting me know in that moment that I had probably outguessed myself.

"Well I'll be damned," I said as she knelt down in front of me, right there in front of Mike, and sword-swallowed my dick.

We soon moved things up to the bedroom where we could all get a lot more comfortable. For the next while then, Mike and I played tag-team with Marcy's cunt, giving her at least three, if not four, mind-blowing orgasms, orally.

I now knew...that at least with Mike, someone I was comfortable and trusted, that seeing Marcy pleasured so delightfully in this way, was something I could easily do again. And now wanted to. Just as she did, which we discussed sometime later after Mike had left.

Before he had done that however, we'd finished the night off with a bang...a really long and enjoyable one to say the least.

"You're sure about this," Mike asked me for like the sixth time already. Marcy had gone into clean up a bit, her tits were still covered in cum which had now begun to cake on them.

"Very sure...don't worry about it," I assured him. "We're having fun...aren't you?"

"Hell yes...but like I said earlier, don't want any of this coming between us, maybe after you've thought about it...realized what we did, what happened here..."

"We'll want to do it again maybe?" Marcy said walking out of the bathroom, sashaying towards us, wiggling those night fat heavy boobs of hers at us as she did. "If you're curious as to what the answer is regarding that...it's yes. I certainly do," she grinned, and then glancing down at me, as I stood there with a nice hard stiff cock again, she answered for me. "And seeing David...I'm pretty sure he's good with it too," she confirmed as I stood nodding my head yes, agreeing with her.

"Well, now that that's settled," Marcy said almost magically producing a coin and then flipping it. "Heads? Or tails?"

"Heads!" I called not even knowing what she was doing this for yet.

"Heads it is baby," as we all peered down at the coin on the carpeting. "Which means...you fuck my mouth, while Mike fucks my pussy."

Marcy got her wish enjoying her first ever threesome. At one point, I actually sat back, content to simply watch as erotic as it was, which I now found it. Sitting there in one of the two high-backed chairs we had in our room, I sat...actually jerking off, enjoying myself, Marcy there on the bed, Mike behind her fucking her doggy style. I loved watching her tits swing, loved hearing the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as Mike pounded into her from behind. Loved hearing her crying out in pure unbridled pleasure over and over again as he did so.

"Oh yes! Yes! Fuck me Mike! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Marcy came hard once again, causing Mike to soon after hit the mark as well, though he pulled out as he did so, at Marcy's request. Not that she didn't want him coming inside her, that wasn't a problem for us as Mike had had a vasectomy for one thing, but Marcy was on the pill too. No...it was mainly because she enjoyed feeling that, feeling a man's hot slippery cream spilling and landing all over her. She'd always enjoyed feeling that, loved it whenever I did, which is why he had at her request, pulled out.

Even though he and I had both climaxed already, Mike still managed to shoot one rope after another of his white hot sperm up over her ass, onto her back, some of it even landing in her hair, though she cried out excitedly when it did.

"Shoot it! Shoot it! That's it! Fucking come all over me!" She repeated over and over again. Even as Mike knelt there rubbing his cock over and around my wife's ass, milking out the last remnants of his cream, I stood walking over and placed my cock against her face. She smiled up at me, opened her mouth, as I unloaded my pleasure into her watching her swallow it as I did.

Though it was already late, after Mike left for home, Marcy and I sat up talking long into the night about everything that had happened, what I'd done with Carol, and to my surprise a few semi naughty things she'd done at her work too. I found she enjoyed a bit of exhibitionism herself, on occasion either wearing a bra that didn't quite fit well enough, just so she could lean forward this way or that...which then allowed one of her breasts to become a bit more exposed than it should have. She told me, she'd usually done that for...and to, the guy in the mailroom who came around twice a day. He was a sweet kid, all of nineteen, and never failed to turn beet red whenever he saw her, or stopped to chat with her. She noticed one day his eyes seemed to be glued to her chest, and then later after he'd left, taken a look at herself, realizing one button was missing in front. It had created a rather noticeable gap in her blouse, and wearing a rather sheer bra, her dark pink, almost red colored nipples had shown clearly through it. The thought of him seeing her like that had turned her on. Though she'd never said anything about it to anyone...including me, until now. After that, she'd gone on doing this from time to time, certainly not always, not wanting him to come to expect it, or even suspect she was doing it on purpose. Nor did she want anyone else in the company to know she was enjoying doing it either.

"So, you're not mad or angry with me?" She asked worried. "That...that I've been doing that?"

"Are you kidding? No! And especially now babe, I mean shit...look at what I've been doing lately. And though it's not like we're having an affair or anything, because we're obviously not, and I sure as hell haven't touched her...well, with my actual cum maybe, but nothing else. That is a bit more than you have done obviously. But after what Carol said to me that first time, that I had to tell you about it before anything else ever did happen, I knew then that I wanted to. And hoped you would too!"

"And so...that was sort of what tonight was all about then too wasn't it?"

"In a way yes, I guess it was. But it was for me too. I wanted to see how I felt, what I'd think if another man...or woman," I grinned, "were to touch you in some way. After all, tomorrow night we'll be with Carol and Jacque, naked in their hot tub, so who knows what might happen when we do that? But I needed to know how I might feel, or even think before we did. And I also figured this might be a good way to find out how you'd feel too. Which reminds me...how do you feel about all of this anyway?"

"Well for one honey, I know more than anything just how much I love you, especially since you went out of the way to do all of this for me. Secondly, I'm glad you fessed up. I don't want there to be any secrets between us, not ever. Whatever we do, whatever we experience, I want to feel like we can both come home, talk about it, and share it with one another."

"So in other words...the next time you tease the mailroom guy you'll come home and tell me about it then?"

"You got it," she said. "And the next time you stand out in the garage at work and Jacque off all over Carol's tits or something, then you'll tell me too right?"

"You got it!" I agreed whole-heartedly.

"Well then, sounds to me like tomorrow night could be very interesting. A lot of it depends on how well we get along with Carols husband...Jacque is it?"

"Yes, Jacque," I confirmed.

"Well, and they with us too I'd imagine. But...I already am coming to like Carol in just the short time we've spoken here, and even more importantly, I'm glad she was firm with you in saying that none of this was to be behind my back either. That makes me trust her and Jacque a whole lot more just because she did. But...I also trust you even more honey," she told me. "Especially after what you did for me tonight. That was very special, very erotic, very hot."

"Yes it was," I agreed, surprised I was becoming aroused again after everything we'd done this evening. She looked down, saw that I was.

"Come here baby...come fuck your wife."

We had only met Jacque once at the previous years Christmas party, and then only briefly. I knew only that Carol had met him years ago while vacationing in France. It turned out to be one of those world-win romances, long distance for a time, though they eventually got married. In time, Jacque came over to the States with her, where they'd been living ever since. He spoke with an accent, which all the women of course found very endearing, even provocative and sexy, including my own wife.

He was a tall man, and interestingly enough, was bald...though it was by choice and not through lack of having any hair that he preferred it that way. Well built, with hardly an ounce of fat on him whatsoever, I could see why the ladies tended to fawn over him at the Christmas party, somewhat surprised that Carol would even let him out of her sight.

I smiled remembering her brief comment to me as we shared a table together at the party. Several of the other female employee's seemingly had him cornered momentarily at the bar, talking to him.

"Looks like your husband might need rescuing," I had commented to her looking over as several women stood in front of him, hanging on to every word being spoken in that thick, sexy French accent he had. Carol had laughed glancing over towards him and then back at me.

"We have an agreement," she began, which looking back now, had far more significance than I realized. "We've always said...it doesn't matter where we go to work up an appetite, as long as we always come home to dinner."

Now after everything that had happened, I understood better just what she'd meant.

Both anxious and excited, Marcy and I pulled into their circular drive thirty minutes later. They had a lavish, yet modest sized home overlooking the ocean where it stood. Tall Palm trees dotted the landscape, especially off to one side which was the only real barrier separating their home from their closest neighbor.

"Wow...spectacular view!" Marcy commented stepping out as just then the front door opened, both Carol and Jacque stepping out to greet us, each giving us affectionate hugs, which surprised me a little as Jacque and I briefly embraced likewise shaking hands.

"Come in! Come in!" Carol said excitedly leading us through the extravagant looking foyer on further into the house. A spiral staircase off to one side leading up to the second and third levels of the home from the looks of it. "I'll take you for a short tour later if you'd like," she informed us, but Jacques got dinner on the barbeque just about done and waiting for us. Thought we'd have a quick drink before it's already out on the veranda."

I noticed as we followed, that both were wearing comfortable looking lightweight robes, and very little else by the looks of it. Confirmation coming when we seated ourselves down, and Carol proceeded to pour us both a glass of wine, leaning forward a bit. As she did, it was clearly seen as a portion of one breast nearly bared itself, that she had little if anything else on.

"Suddenly, I feel...overdressed," Marcy quipped joking with her having seen what I obviously had myself. Even Jacque turned from the barbeque just turning the Salmon he was fixing for dinner, commenting on that.

"And she had to convince me to wear even this much," he stated in that smooth, almost seductive sounding accent of his. "Most of the time...you'll find us au'naturale, as it were. Especially having as much privacy as we do up here."

"I can see that," I agreed once again taking in the surrounding grounds, the only open area actually facing the ocean, their hot tub perched on a nice wooden deck, that momentarily caused me concern looking at it as I wandered over. Although well supported, part of it seemed suspended out over the edge of the cliff overlooking the ocean below.

"You like?" Carol said coming up from behind me as I stood there looking down over the cliffs.

"It's very beautiful...but don't you have concerns about it being parked out here like this?" I had to ask once again looking at the supports holding it up on one side, and the hundred foot drop off from there.

"We've never really had any problems or concerns with it. Those braces aren't really wood...but reinforced cement that's been made to look like and match the deck. I can assure you, it's perfectly safe. But even should anything ever happen...while in it, it would be one hell of a way to go...yes?"

Now it was my turn to laugh because it certainly would be.

"We've had parties with as many as eight to ten people inside it," she assured me. "And short of a devastating earthquake, or the end of the world," she added grinning. "It's not moved an inch since we put it up here."

I was still dubious, but the view was admittedly spectacular. Already the sun was beginning to grow close to the horizon, promising an equally fantastic view of a sunset only a short time away now.

"And wait until you see all the stars, and can listen to the ocean below us while we're out here," she smiled taking my arm heading back to where Marcy and Jacque now sat waiting for us to join them. "It's really quite romantic, and erotic," she further grinned, "as hopefully you two will see."

I could only agree with her, once again reminded of the possibilities of the evening, and the invite we'd been given. After the previous night with Mike, Marcy and I were now curiously interested to see what this night might bring. With the excellent dinner, wine...and scenery serving as an appetizer, I found myself more than looking forward to whatever might happen.

We finished dinner watching the sunset, spectacular just as we'd figured it would be. Jacque then brought out a hundred year old bottle of cognac to sip on, after which we cleared off and cleaned up the table prior to going out to sit in the tub. I was just coming back out, Carol now taking Marcy on a quick tour of the house, plus showing her where she could leave her clothing after doing that. I stood watching Jacque out on the point by the tub, checking the systems and perhaps adjusting the temperature. Conveniently, there was a coat-tree next to it, where I watched as he removed his robe hanging it up, now standing there entirely naked, looking out over the ocean, still sipping his drink. I walked over to join him, now wearing only a robe myself having already undressed. As I approached, I realized his hand was down between his legs, and he seemed to be touching himself. At first, I thought it was a simple ball-scratch or something as I wandered over standing off to one side. He glanced over, smiling, then back towards the ocean, his hand still firmly holding onto what I now realized, was a very hard dick. And even more importantly perhaps, a rather big one on top of all that.

"I love coming out here, jerking off first thing in the morning, watching the sunrise," he told me still manipulating his prick as though it was second nature to be doing so, even with guests here. And perhaps...it was. "As well as in the evening, if we're not entertaining, or have other plans," he then added. "Often wonder...just how much come I've managed to spurt off down into the rocks below us," he then grinned still working his cock which had now hardened even more fully than it was a moment ago. As awkward as it initially felt, I had trouble taking my eyes off it as big as it was, easily several inches bigger than my own, and just as thick, if not more so.

"If I had a view like this, I'd probably do it too," I agreed with him, surprised to find myself actually becoming aroused. Just then, voices behind us alerted us both that the girls were about to join us.

"I see you've discovered one of Jacques favorite past-times," she giggled saddling up beside us moments later. "Good thing for the palm trees behind us," she added. "Though I've always been suspicious, he does this just so that sexy blonde that lives up on the ridge behind us might still see him from her balcony."

I turned looking, not at all surprised to see a figure actually standing outside, wondering even at this distance if she...or he...could see much of anything however. It was too hard to make out who it might be, though Jacque likewise turned looking. "I have seen her using her telescope," he chuckled. It's off to one side of her, though she doesn't appear to be looking through it now. Perhaps later...when we're all inside the tub, perhaps she will then."

For some reason, the thought of someone actually watching us, spying on us while we sat out in the tub...doing whatever, later...felt quite erotic suddenly. As evidenced by my own rapidly stiffening cock, which Marcy surprised me by reaching over, and grasping on to. Though as she did, I noticed too, her eyes were now glued onto Jacques obvious magnificent specimen.

Carol removed her robe, hanging it on the tree, now naked, inviting everyone to join her as she stepped down into the hot luxurious tub.

"I think, Mrs. Davenport, Brenda Davenport, has a thing for women as much as she does for men," Carol explained. "I've often found her looking down at me when I've sat outside laying out in the nude during the day getting some sun. I've even gone so far as to pleasure myself, knowing full-well she was watching, which admittedly makes it even hotter for me when I do."

Once again...I could see that, it certainly would for me as well. Marcy likewise then removed her robe as Jacque eyed her appreciatively as she and I then climbed up and into the tub. I glanced back over my shoulder, and sure enough the figure had walked over to the corner of her balcony, and appeared to be leaning over.

"I think she's watching us now," I stated as Jacque and I now stepped in joining the girls.

"Then let's not disappoint her shall we?" He stated with a huge grin on his face, taking a corner seat sitting up and off to one side at an angle, without actually getting into the tub. Almost as though on cue, Carol slid over towards her husband, taking his hard stiff cock in hand.

"He's such an exhibitionist," she laughed now leaning over, opening her mouth and slowly drawing him in.

Marcy and I sat in curious surprise as we watched this. Not unsuspecting that we eventually would be perhaps, just not so damn soon. But it appeared to be the audience we now had that had triggered a seemingly early start to the nights adventures, which had prompted it. And Marcy it seemed, was getting into the mood now as well as I felt her hand once again seeking me out.

"You should sit up in the other corner, give our voyeuristic friend something else to watch," Jacque suggested, though I think he was stating his own personal desires to watch Marcy sucking me, every bit as much as their neighbor was. I sat up, repositioning myself, and though my cock wasn't perhaps quite as big as Jacques obviously was, it was equally as hard as Marcy now sat up and began tonguing it. "Ah yes..." He moaned pleasurably watching her do that, as Carol continued lapping away at his own stiff prick. "Nothing better than a bit of carnal fellatio out beneath the stars now is there?"

"Or anywhere," I concurred enjoying the wicked attention my wife was now giving my cock. Though I didn't state it, I found myself agreeing with the additional element of excitement and arousal, being watched by the silhouette of what I now realized was a woman as she continued to lean over her telescope peeking down at us. I felt an additional thrill of unanticipated, unexpected excitement as my wife teased me with her mouth. It definitely seemed to add to the stimulation I was feeling, the neighbor looking down, and even Jacque too as he stared over towards us almost hungrily.

"I think it might be even more exciting for our naughty audience up there, if Carol were to join your wife perhaps...no?"

Carol removed her mouth from around Jacques cock looking towards us. Marcy looked over towards her, grinned and likewise nodded her head in agreement.

"He may not be 'quite' as big as your husband is, but I think there is more than enough room for the two of us in sharing it together," Marcy quipped.

Carol moved over placing her hand just above Marcy's around my shaft. "More than enough for both," she giggled licking the head just as Marcy began doing again too. I moaned audibly, tossing my head back, one eye on Jacque as I did so, who looked lustfully towards the three of us, now more firmly stroking his cock up and down. I couldn't help wondering if he didn't actually prefer doing that, masturbating himself...watching as it evidentially appeared to me like he did. His look was focused, his hand constant now, even his mouth was open in a pleasured joy as he pumped his prick looking on with rapturous enjoyment. As hot as it had been for me watching Mike with Marcy, I stepped outside myself, trying to see through his eyes as he watched his wife and mine, licking and sucking my hot turgid shaft.

"I wonder what your neighbor thinks of this," I questioned barely able to form words now curiously looking up, but to my surprise and disappointment, the woman seemed to have disappeared.

Seeing my look, Jacque too turned looking up, a small smile spreading across his face. "Well, one of two things..." he began. "Either she's had enough and has gone inside to take care of herself...or, the phone..."

Just then Jacques cell phone began ringing. I looked towards him, Carol laughed loudly.

"What a surprise," she commented and then went back to licking me with the phone continuing to ring.

"That would be the neighbor," Jacque said picking it up, though not yet answering. "Once in a while, though not often, she has asked if she might be allowed to come join us...and watch."

"I don't know," Marcy then spoke voicing some concern.

"If you prefer not, I will so tell her," Jacque said looking as though to finally answer. "But...I can promise this, not once has she ever actually participated, beyond pleasuring herself while she has watched. And that...in seeing her doing so, can add to and heighten everyone's experience. But...again, if you'd rather not, we understand."

Marcy thought for a moment. "Well...ok, in that case," she said surprising me a little as I'd honestly not expected her to say that. Jacque grinned, and then answered.

"You may come if you'd like," he said simply almost immediately hanging up. He hadn't even bothered asking who it was for sure, though he obviously knew it was her. A short time later we heard the side gate to their yard as it opened and closed. Both Marcy as well as Carol sitting up now as I slid back down into the water. Jacque however remained sitting where he was, still slow stroking his cock, not even bothering to pretend he wasn't as she came over.

"Thank you for allowing...and inviting me over," she began just before Jacque made formal introductions. "But watching you through the scope no longer became good enough," she said smiling wickedly. "So I was hoping he and Carol would allow me to...come," she grinned even more broadly emphasizing the word, giving it additional meaning.

Brenda Davenport was a petite little blonde, just barely over five feet perhaps, small breasted, though her breasts still appeared full and perky against her chest. Each capped with light pink nipples, likewise small, though exceptionally hard. To my surprise, she still had a tuft of closely cropped likewise blonde pubic hair, that proved the fact she was a true blonde, and not one out of the bottle.

Jacque poured her a glass of Chardonnay, likewise pouring the rest of us one as we sat back getting to know one another a bit better first before continuing on with anything.

"I am sure Jacque has already told you, I do not physically participate with anyone, beyond myself," she explained. "If I were to do that...I'd go against my own agreements with my husband. Doing this however...is totally acceptable, as long as I just watch, or enjoy myself with no other contact."

I thought that a curious thing, but relaxed once again sitting up and out of the tub, just as Jacque continued to sit, likewise now giving our new friend a better, closer, more revealing look at my hard cock.

"Hmm," Jacque suddenly moaned standing up, squeezing his prick tightly as he did so. "I have a gift for you Mon' Cherie," he said speaking to Carol.

The way Carol suddenly moved, sliding over towards him, flipping over onto her back, her head now facing up between his legs, told us in a millisecond, this was something they were both used to doing...and apparently often too.

We all watched from our own vantage point as a big fat droplet of pearly precum oozed from the tip of his dick. He continued to milk it, even more now appearing as it slowly slid off the head, and then began to stretch out in a long thin string of almost clear, yet thick sticky fluid. The string held, slowly stretching, drooling off and away from his cock, reaching down directly towards Carols open mouth where she half floated there waiting for it.

"I love watching him when he does that," Brenda moaned her hand just then traveling down between her legs as she openly began frigging herself. Her comment confirming the fact that they obviously did this quite often.

Almost transfixed, mesmerized, the slowly stretching cum-drool once again gathered weight at the end, swinging just a bit, obviously about to separate. It then did, falling the last few delicate inches directly into Carol's open waiting mouth. With a collective sigh, the rest of us then laughed quietly, having enjoyed the moment. It was an amazing thing...something so simple, yet so erotically performed just as they had done.

"And now...if I may be so permitted," Jacque said. "I would love dearly to offer up the first course upon and against your wife's magnificent breasts," he asked.

Without turning, or asking, or seeking some sort of approval for me, Marcy pulled herself out of the tub sitting on the edge, spreading her legs invitingly.

"If I also may?" Carol asked climbing out, coming around from behind her, and then seating herself with her legs to either side of my wife's. As she did this, she reached around cupping Marcy's full breasts in her hands. Jacque moved in closer, placing his prick perfectly and squarely between them. I sat off to one side, Brenda now taking Jacques place sitting on the other side as the two of us watched. Carol now began masturbating her husband's prick with my wife's breasts, working them up and down, even side to side a bit, thrilling and adding to the pleasure of his prick as Carol jerked him off with my wife's tits. I found myself standing there, hand on cock, working it as they did that. Across from me, Brenda too found her own pleasure, quite openly and obviously fingering her cunt, one hand tweaking an extended nipple as the two of us looked on.

It was fucking hot. Especially when Marcy quite uninhibitedly reached down between her own legs now, and began toying with her clit as they did that.

"Oh...oh, oh so very soon!" Jacque proclaimed his voice now taking on a deeper throaty edge to it, his eyes shutting for a moment, head tossed back. I watched his balls actually tighten, knowing full well as they did he was hovering on the edge of release here, expecting it any moment now. I wasn't long in being disappointed either as he suddenly cried out speaking in French as his pleasure erupted.

"So sucr'e! So Passionn'e! So...sensationnel!" He cried out loudly, his words filling the air.

As he did so, huge ropes of semen burst forth from the tip of his cock, most of which Carol captured and caught between my wife's breasts, though the initial onslaught had literally splashed against her chin and neck, one slice of creamy pearl juice splitting the side of my wife's cheek before Carol had gotten his wildly pulsating, squirting prick back under control once again.

"Oui! Oui!" He again spoke in French, though his next words were clearly plain with little accent behind them as he continued to exclaim his ecstasy. "Fuck, to come, to spurt...to feel such intensity, and such delight between such magnificent trophies such as these," he said now reaching out, clasping his own hands around my wife's come-covered tits, and began massaging into them his spent cream, just as Carol continued to do, helping him.

"Next? Carol asked looking at me. "Would you likewise enjoy a nice titty-fuck?" She asked me.

How could I say no? So I didn't. Carol then produced a hot towel out of a nearby container, using it to wipe off the remaining liquid from Marcy's breasts with, and thus cleaning her up. They quickly exchanged places now, with Marcy sitting behind her. I would ALMOST have been content with seeing my wife doing that, just holding Carol's breasts, playing with them, which she certainly did for a moment. I soon however stepped forward, placing my own shaft between Carol's tits just as Jacque had done with Marcy's.

Jacque now reclaimed my vacated seat, and though his cock had certainly lost some of its rigidity, he continued to fondle it, working it again. Brenda had managed to find the perfect jet there in the tub, placing herself over it now, allowing it to tease and tickle her pussy as she looked on, moaning softly as she did.

I now felt the magic of my wife's hands encircling Carol's breasts, teasing them up and down my shaft, watching the tip of my cock appear, and then disappear once again as she slowly moved them up and down, periodically squeezing them even tighter together around me.

"I am so juicy wet," she revealed unnecessarily as Marcy took cue from that, reaching behind her just enough to feel, and thus finger her new friend as she sat there jacking me off.

"Feel good baby?" Marcy asked hotly, knowing damn well that it did, but wanting me to say it, to speak the words for her, which I knew she loved hearing whenever she became this aroused herself.

"Fuck yes," I exclaimed. "I love fucking her soft firm titties," I proclaimed, moaning deeply as I continued doing so.

"Gonna cum for us too?" She asked? "Gonna squirt all over these nice firm tits of hers for me?" She pressed.

"Yes, yes...and Oui!" I said though making it sound more like a "we" word of wowed expression as though on a thrill ride. Which in a way...I was. And then simply..."Fuck!" As I felt the first intense explosion of climax escape the tip of my cock.

He might indeed have a much bigger prick, but I far surpassed even his own copious spending when it came to that part. Even Marcy was a bit surprised, though I came like that often. This one however, had to be near the top of the list when it came to the number of ejaculations my cock kept spurting, over and over again one right after the other, drenching both of her breasts, and a goodly portion of her neck, face and shoulders, as Marcy kept pumping me off against her.

"Fantastic'!" Jacque bellowed in enthusiastic delight his cock once again hard, stiff and straight already. "That was a magnifique, display my friend!" He bellowed out enthusiastically. "Such as one I have never seen before," he then added sounding a little in awe of my white sticky eruption, which even then was clinging to his wife's body, streamers of jisim matching and far surpassing his own little cum-drool drip a while ago.

I smiled inwardly, proud of my own manly showing.

After we had gone through the ritual of cleaning off Carol's wet sticky breasts with the warm clean towel, I too sat back into the tub, sipping my wine, recovering, still grinning.

"I think it's now our turn!" Carol announced moments later. Helping to lay Marcy down on her back on the surrounding deck boards, she then positioned herself above her in what was a traditional, yet still very erotic, sexy looking...'69'.​