Group Sex Visual Pleasures

While the girls began lapping away at one another, exploring their respective pussies and clits, Brenda once again made use of one of the jets, positioning herself over it, and thus water-fucking herself as she again looked on. I could see by the pained expression on her face just how badly she would have enjoyed physically getting involved with the other two girls. Actually admiring her courage in refraining from doing so. Content at least then for the moment, to allow the jets at least, to pleasure her pussy, tickling and caressing it when nothing else could. It was interesting to watch, as Jacque and I both did. One eye on the girls as they giggled, probed and playfully sucked, licked and finger-fucked one another. Brenda squirming, humping and fucking herself against the jets in the tub.

It wasn't long before I too was again hard, almost casually stroking my dick just as Jacque was, though I don't think he ever once stopped doing so, even when it was mostly flaccid.

"I love licking pussy!" Carol announced with her mouth still full of my wife's quim, making it hard to fully understand what she'd said, speaking as though with a lisp, her tongue deeply buried in my wife's furrow.

"It's not polite to talk with your mouthful," Marcy answered back, though her mouth too remained glued to Carol's luscious cunt.

Hearing their talk perhaps, listening to the obscene sounds each one was now making as they slurped one another closer and closer to a liquidly explosive climax, Brenda let out a shriek both hands squeezing her breasts almost painfully so, her eyes seemingly glued shut, her body rigid for a moment as her orgasm claimed her soul. Moments later she collapsed, and then climbed out of the tub, thanking us all for allowing her this minor enjoyment and participation, she headed off home once again, but not before staying just long enough to watch Marcy and Carol get one another off. With a wishful sigh perhaps, she then departed and soon disappeared.

"Almost feel sorry for her. Almost," Jacque said after she had left. "But according to her prenuptial agreement with that prick of a husband of hers, if he catches her doing anything at all...with anyone, she's out of any inheritance, or any part of his vast fortune at all. She knows that he screws almost every woman in sight that will have him too, and because of that...she remains basically celibate, not even having sex with him, refusing to do so because of his own philandering. But...he tends to drink to excess, parties constantly, so she's in hopes that in time he will drive himself into an early grave, and thus free her from the sexual torture he's been putting her through. It's mostly because of that, that we on occasion allow her to indulge herself such as she did here tonight."

"Then I don't blame you," I told them both. "I know I couldn't live that way myself...and for sure now!" I said winking at my wife as she continue to lay there happily still fondling Carol's more than satisfied pussy.

"Well, shall we go back inside where we can get even more comfortable, and more shall we say...experimentive?" Jacque asked.

Drying off we soon after headed back inside the house, Marcy taking Jacques arm, Carol taking mine.

"Before we do anything," Carol near whispered as we walked back across the lawn. "If at any time either I or Jacque suggests something that either one of you aren't interested in doing...or even seeing for that matter, please say so before something gets started. We would much rather you do that, than begin something that you suddenly decide isn't something you're perhaps open-minded enough to consider."

I wasn't sure what she was getting at with her comment. So far, there'd been nothing that I felt was untoward, or too uncomfortable for me to handle. I'd found myself liking Jacque a lot more than I'd anticipated, though he did seem to have a quirky sense of his own cock. Even so, the night so far had been far more exciting than I could have ever imagined, and I was even now looking forward to a continuation of it as we headed inside.

"I'll be the first to let you know," I assured her, to which she simply raised her eyebrows a little.

"We'll see," she smiled coyly, and then led me up the spiral staircase leading upstairs to their overly spacious bedroom.

Though we had been taken on a brief tour of the house, we hadn't as yet been shown around the third floor, and with good reason. They had left this as part of their surprise. The second floor was actually where their bedrooms where, his...and hers. Each having large spaciously decorated yet separate sleeping areas, along with enormous walk in closets. I had again found that odd, though Carol had told us both it was the best thing they had ever done. Especially as Jacque snored loudly, and she being a very light sleeper. The third floor then was for sex...specifically designed for the entertainment of that. Reaching the top of the spiral staircase, we immediately saw why.

There was indeed a single bed, but it was enormous, specially made, twice the size perhaps of the largest bed I'd ever seen with more than enough room for several couples at a time to lay side by side within it. In addition, a full second bar sat off to one side, a balcony with yet another deck, several deck chairs and tables. But it was the ceiling itself that blew us both away. Jacque then showed us, revealing that he could with the simple press of a button, open the half-ceiling skylight thus allowing the sky itself to come into the room. The sounds of the ocean below immediately heard along with the salty aroma of the sea air now greeting us.

"And of course, it can be closed during inclement weather, or if it is simply too cold out at night."

"Please...leave it open," Marcy asked enjoying the twinkle of stars far above us. "This...is simply breath-taking," she said still taking it all in.

"As are the two of you," Jacque announced enjoying the sight of the two girls standing together.

I had to admit, he was right about that, and I now found myself in hopeful expectation of seeing the two of them once again pleasuring one another in one form or another.

Fixing us all a fresh drink as we stood outside on the deck, now looking down on the grounds and back out to where the tub was, Carol walked out holding what appeared like a small fish bowl in her hand.

"Draw a number," she told us both. I was about to ask her why, but she answered my unasked question. "You'll see why," she said as Marcy reached in drawing a slip of paper, and then I did. "Go ahead, you can look, and then I'll explain."

I looked at mine, it was number one. Marcy's was number four. Jacque drew, and his was number two, leaving Carol with number three.

"Ok, I give, what's the deal here?" I now asked.

"Well, here's the thing," Carol began. "We've found that with anyone we've ever invited up here, and decided to allow ourselves to do a bit more than we normally do...one of the fun things we've discovered is this. Everyone...and I mean everyone, has some sort of wild, unbridled do I really ever dare do this...kind of a fantasy. So...having said that, we've actually made a game out of doing that. So, if everyone's in agreement, you two take a moment or two while we sit and enjoy our drinks. Think about the wildest, most provocative, most decadent fantasy you've ever entertained, or wanted to do...or see. Then, when it's your turn, we do it...whatever it is.

Provided of course as I said, everyone's in agreement with it before hand. I will say this...if and once we begin, it's not fair to someone else to participate in someone else's fantasy, and do their level best to ensure it happens, only to have their own shot down later on. Because of that, we ask going in...will everyone promise to fulfill to the best of their abilities, the desires and wishes of everyone else? Once we all do...then we'll begin. And since you drew the first number, we'll start with you David," Carol told me. By the look on my wife's face, I could already see she was thinking about it, and thus assured that she was certainly willing to participate, I sat back in my chair and began contemplating a number of my own secret devilish little fantasies. Almost immediately of course one came to mind, though it was pretty simple enough, and though perhaps not elaborate, or even as decadent as some, it was mine...and something I had always wanted to see my wife do.

Even she knew what that was before I was asked to reveal it.

"I know what you're going to ask," she chuckled sipping her drink.

"Oh? Well...maybe you don't," I answered her back.

"Fat chance," she retorted. "Because now IS your chance, and I'm damn well willing to bet you're not about to pass this opportunity up either," she stated almost accusingly.

She had me there. She was right, I wasn't about to. Even if it was simple in a way, or not as decadent as some, it was after all, my fantasy.

"Just remember," she said. "Once we begin..."

"Yeah, I know," I assured her. Though I couldn't imagine anything I wasn't interested in seeing or doing. Boy was I in for a big surprise.

"So? Have you had a chance to think about it?" Carol asked me. "Have anything in mind?"

"I do yes...but I was wondering, if you happened to have very many sex toys available?" She burst out laughing at that.

"See that cabinet over there with all the drawers in it?" She said pointing. "It doesn't hold clothing honey...so go help yourself."

I walked over, opening it, pulling out the first drawer. My mouth agape as I did. I'd never seen such an extensive collection of sex toys and devices in all my life outside of a sex-shop perhaps. And even then, I wondered if one of those had one of everything, the way her cabinet did as I began rummaging through and exploring it. I soon came upon what I'd been hoping to discover, thus pulling it out.

A rather impressive, wicked looking double dildo.

"Told you," Marcy said high fiving Carol as the two of them looked at me. "I'd have bet a million dollars on that."

"God I hate being a foregone conclusion," I turned bringing back the toy with me.

My wife laughed, "No dear...you're just so transparent is all," she said teasingly. "But after hearing Carol tell us about doing this, I found myself actually looking forward to doing it...especially for you, especially because I know just how much you'd love seeing me do this. And so...just for you, I will. And well yes...because I'm actually looking forward to it myself, admittedly."

"So that is your number one, big fantasy then, seeing your wife and I fuck one another with this dildo right?"

"Well yeah, but then having the two of you sucking our dicks while you do. Think you can handle that?" I wondered.

"We'll do more than just handle it," Carol promised. "We'll do it, won't we dear?" She turned looking at Jacque. He was already fisting his prick again, once again nice and hard with eager expectation of her own soon to be revealed fantasy.

"Just let us know when you're all ready for us," he told the girls. And then we stood there, watching the two of them as they climbed into the bed together, and began to amuse and stimulate themselves with the toy for a bit first. Even watching that, was pleasurable in and of itself.

I was drooling. Looking at the bed as Carol and Marcy inserted the double dildo, now sharing it. I watched them as they both gobbled half of it up respectively, now bumping ass to ass against one another.

"This what you wanted to see baby?" Marcy asked as she slowly began gyrating her ass against Carols, Carol likewise doing the same thing back to her, each...fucking one another slowly, sensually as Jacque and I looked on.

"Oh fuck yes!" I groaned in response, my hand sliding up and down over my almost painful erection. Jacque too was doing the same, though I'd already come to the conclusion that his hand never was very far away from his dick at any time.

"So, you ready for us to suck you both now?" Carol asked grinning at me. In answer, I stepped towards her just as Jacque did stepping towards Marcy, each of us now crawling up into the enormous bed, kneeling as the girls playfully drew our cocks into their mouths and began sucking them, still fucking one another on the shared toy.

Twenty minutes later I was too close to blowing my load in Carol's sweet sucking mouth. Having already come once, I was fearful that a too soon second orgasm would finish me. And as early as we were into all this, that was the last thing I wanted to do...was "peter out."

"Hey! Where are you going?" Carol complained as I literally forced myself away from her.

"Too close! Too fucking close!" I panted breathlessly. "Time...time to just...watch," I stated putting further distance between us rolling onto my side, now glancing directly where they met, their cunts connected, fucking. Jacque too disengaged from my wife, following my lead perhaps though I didn't think he was as close to orgasm as I'd been. But the sight, and now sounds of our two lovely ladies as they picked up the pace was worth witnessing.

"God that looks hot!" I exclaimed enjoying the sounds of their flesh now slapping against one another in an ever increasing tempo of lustful delight. Marcy's face, her expression becoming almost glazed, hinting just as it always did at the seconds before she climaxed.

"Gonna come baby?" I urged? "Gonna let Carol fuck your sweet pussy to a nice hard, long come?"

Our naughty, dirty pillow talk as we called it, never failed to send her over the edge when she was close. And it didn't fail to do so now either. Her face screwed up in a delightful grimace, and then she simply let go. She almost fell over, her breasts now pressed inwards towards the bed, Carol slamming forcefully back into her, Marcy's cry of sudden delight filling the room as she came.

We all lay mutually enjoying the moment of ecstasy, Marcy's ecstasy, as though it were our own for several long moments.

"Well...who's next?" She sighed pleasurably finally coming around. "That was damn fucking fun!" She added grinning from ear to ear.

Now it was Jacques turn.

Jacque soon filled everyone in on what he wanted to do, letting everyone know as he did what he'd like to see, and how we'd make this actually work.

"Wow!" I exclaimed as he finished, and as Carol began making preparations, heading back over to their massive toy-cabinet. Just listening to him describe what it was he wanted to experience and how, had me wondering if we weren't a little in over heads here, though Marcy's eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree upon hearing it.

"I can hardly wait to see that!" She chuckled as Carol came back, now wearing what was obviously a strap on, with a thin narrow looking device, not quite prick-like, but nevertheless, interesting as it stood out in front of her like a small sword.

Marcy positioned herself towards one side of the bed kneeling down on all fours, one of her favorite positions anyway. Jacque then moved up behind her rubbing her pussy with his prick until she was nice and slick again, and then slowly eased that monster of a cock into her. It took a moment, but no one was in any rush as he held still behind her, letting her adjust to his girth and length.

"Ok, ready whenever you are babe!" He said looking back over his shoulder towards his wife. Carol had already coated her thin prick-like contraption with a goodly amount of lube, and then applied even more of it to his ass as I stood looking on waiting to complete this bizarre weird fuck-chain we'd be performing. Carol slowly eased her own phallus into Jacque's ass, taking her time until she too was hilted fully into him, he...fully impaling my wife.

"Now...your turn," Carol said looking back over her shoulder towards me winking as she did.

It took a few moments to position myself, making a few minor adjustments, but finally I had managed to likewise fill Carol's cunt with my cock, the four of us now connected together.

"Ok, now...how do we do this without working against one another?" I openly asked.

"It's like rowing a boat," Jacque answered. "We all move together as one at the same time in the same direction.

"Rowing a boat?" Marcy laughed. "You mean like...'fuck, fuck, fuck the cunt...working up some cream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily...this's no fucking dream! Fuck, fuck, fuck the cunt..."

I couldn't help it, nor could anyone else, we were all laughing, but even as we did, as Marcy's wicked dirty song left off, we began moving in perfect unison, pushing in...pulling out, slowly increasing the speed and tempo as we began this chain-fuck that proved to be unbelievable.

To my surprise, fucking as one, we basically came as one too. This time no power on earth could have kept me from doing so. Multi orgasmic, just as she'd always been, Marcy was the first to reach yet another mind-blowing orgasm, unbeknownst to me at the time, we were all only seconds away from doing so ourselves. The intensity of her release acting like an electric conduit, triggering each one of us one after the other almost simultaneously. Hearing her deep-throated groan, and then the succulent wet release of her spending, Jacque likewise groaned out his own liquid pleasure, splashing his pent up semen into her wet slick sucking cunt.

"Yes baby! Yes!" Carol cried out now as well, thrusting in and out of her husband's ass, suddenly clenching down on my shaft with a vice-like grip, her orgasm seizing her entirely. And this of course...triggered mine. Feeling Carol's tight hot pussy suddenly spasm, clench, spasm again...found me spurting deeply inside her, one hard felt ejaculation after another ripping into her heated pussy as I now slammed into her from behind with every ounce of strength that I had.

We collapsed in a contented heap, everyone rolling off and away from one another in differing directions.

"Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed trying to gather myself, and then the soft, almost whispered words from my wife once again being heard as she sang.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck the cunt shooting out the cream..."

After that one we all needed a breather. Two down...and still two to go, though I was already wondering if I'd even be capable of getting it up again. I could only shake my head looking at Jacque as he rolled out of bed, still flailing away at his now very limp prick as we walked over towards the bar.

"Drinks everyone?" He asked grateful to see him washing his hands, and then setting out fresh clean glasses as he fixed mixed drinks to everyone's specifications. While he did that, and as Carol went about cleaning up the toys we'd used, Marcy and I walked out onto the balcony. There was a nice refreshing breeze coming up from the ocean, the moon almost full, hovering over the water like a watchful eye as we stood there gazing towards it.

"Having fun?" She asked.

"Yes...you?"

"Very much so," she replied with a contented sigh. "No regrets or anything so far?"

"No...you?"

"No. Though I have to admit, we've probably done a bit more than I was originally thinking we might."

"You can say that again," I responded already thinking back on everything that had happened since we'd got here this evening.

"We might not do anything like this again," she thought aloud. "But since we've started this...at least for tonight, we're committed here right?"

"Under the circumstances, I'd say so yes. Only fair I suppose."

"Glad to hear you say that sweetie...speaking of fantasies and all that. Carol and I go next you know," she reminded me. "So at least keep that part in mind for me, might be something we only do this once, never again...maybe, maybe not. Guess we'll see."

"Perhaps," I said agreeing with her, though now...after what we'd done, experienced, I was actually sort of hoping we'd do all this again sometime. And especially now as we'd seemingly bonded fairly closely with our two new friends. Jacque came out carrying our drinks to us, handing them off as Carol soon after joined. The four of us now standing together side-by-side overlooking the ocean beyond, sipping our drinks enjoying the quiet moment together each one of us lost in thought perhaps.

And Jacque of course fondling his dick again as we did that.

"Well...guess it's my turn now," Carol announced. "So whenever you two think you can be ready again," she smiled hopefully. We finished our drinks, walking back inside where we all climbed onto the bed again, waiting for directions and instructions as she laid out her desire. Before doing that, she reached over to the small stand next to the bed, retrieved something from the drawer, and then moved over back beside me. I looked down as she began rolling what was obviously a condom over my cock. I looked up the question on my face.

"And what's this for?" I actually asked.

"For your protection and mine. You're about to fuck me in the ass," she stated simply.

Carol's fantasy of course was a bit more elaborate than that, soon after explaining to us just what she wanted, and how she wanted it. Basically, a DP, something I had myself never experienced or done before. As for her part, Marcy was to entertain herself, however she wished as the three of us did that, this was after all...Carol's turn. Though Marcy was just as enthusiastic, witnessing, watching, and then participating as she saw fit while we got ourselves into position.

Jacque now took his position on the bed, laying down on his back as Carol straddled him first, easing herself down over his once again rigid and waiting prick. And then it was my turn.

As well lubed as she was, it still seemed like an impossibility as I pressed the head of my dick against the opening of her ass...to no avail.

"Keep going babe," she assured me. "You're big yes...but not THAT big, no worries...I can take it," she said urging me on. I pressed a bit harder, felt the tip just enter and then held still. "No!" She admonished me, "You're almost there! Keep going...keep pressing, put it in!"

With what felt like a pop, even a sucking sound, I suddenly felt the head slide inwards, her cute little asshole suddenly gobbling me up like a hungry mouth. I slid further, and then further, finally bottoming out as I felt my balls slap against the flesh of her firm tight ass.

"Oh fuck that feels good!" She moaned deeply. And it did, surprising me to some extent. Especially as I could feel Jacque's mammoth prick resting against my own, sitting side by side one another there inside her. Only the thinnest membranes of flesh separating the two of us, keeping us a part.

And then I felt Jacque slowly ease out of her, just as smoothly then thrusting back in, the sensation of his cock rubbing against mine teasing it, teasing her as he did so.

"Oh fuck yes...yes, that's it, now...you fuck me too David, nice and easy...in and out, in...and out."

I began doing just that, finding my rhythm, matching that of Jacques as he continued to plow in and out of his wife's pussy. Marcy meanwhile had stood watching all this, doing something I had often wished she'd do more of for me, standing there unabashedly fingering herself. Just watching her do that while I eased in and out of Carol's tight little ass was more erotic and sensual than I could have ever imagined. No longer content to just stand and do that however, she finally climbed up onto the bed, situated herself over Jacque's face, and lowered herself down. Now I was treated to the two girls as they kissed, and then fondled one another's breasts playfully. Jacque now treated to my wife's juicy cunt as he devoured with his mouth, Carol now forcefully fucking his prick while I in turn knelt fucking her ass in an ever increasing staccato of runaway pleasure.

"Come in my ass David!" Carol called out to me. "I want to feel you squirt your nasty spunk inside my ass...please!" She begged again. "Fill me up, squirt inside me, let me feel it running out of my ass, my cunt...down my legs," she almost deliriously moaned now, her head tossed back and forth, side to side as Marcy began pulling on her breasts, pinching her nipples almost painfully. "Yes...yes! Fuck yes! Pinch them pull them...fucking twist them off, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!" She cried out in sheer climax now, her body giving way to the intensity of her pleasure.

And I almost laughed as Marcy damn near drowned poor Jacque in her own gushing eruption of climatic bliss.

As for myself, I had no idea how I even managed it, but I did. Joining Carol in the throes of her orgasm, I felt my balls clench, tighten, and then empty themselves deep inside her bowels, just as Jacque began doing below her, he too thrusting in and out of her wildly now, which I felt, and which oddly enough helped to further stimulate, and thus trigger my third amazing orgasm of the night.

It was indeed time for another break. We'd now managed three very intense moments together, with one more yet to go. And though I was tired, and fearful for sure now of being finished for the night, I was still yet determined to do whatever I had to, whatever was necessary to ensure that my own wife's fantasy and pleasure were met.

For the first time I actually thought Jacque had finally tapped out. Rolling out of bed once again fixing us fresh drinks, I noticed his prick had actually shrunk down to what appeared an almost normal looking flaccid size, as had my own. At least then, we looked fairly close in size, dicks waggling limply as we walked back out onto the deck. The girls headed off downstairs to the kitchen to fix up a few snacks, help us re-gather our strength once again before even making the attempt to satisfy whatever twisted fantasy my wife might have. I chuckled wondering...knowing her, knowing that she had a few "pillow-talk" fantasies we'd discussed, one being very similar to what we'd just done with Carol. I quickly discounted that however, figuring she'd want to do something, try something we actually hadn't done yet. And even as the girls headed off, already they were conversing, speaking in hushed tones which alerted me to the fact, whatever it was my wife had been considering, she was now sharing the details with her new found friend.

"You golf?" Jacque asked me handing me a perfectly prepared scotch on the rocks. I sipped before answering.

"I do...but not as well as I'd like, and not as often either," I quipped.

"Don't we all," he agreed joking. "How'd you like to go with me tomorrow, at the club?" He then asked.

"Wow...really?" I said excitedly. I knew the club they belonged to was fairly exclusive, and well out of my own means at the moment at least. So given the chance and opportunity to go with him, I jumped at the chance.

"I've got a standing tee time at ten in the morning every Saturday," he continued. "On the mountain course, it's tough but far more secluded for one thing, especially as the tee-times are only every half hour, so that allows us time to play a special interesting game. We affectionately call it, 'Tiger in the woods', mostly because of all the trees," he again laughed. "Just so happens one of the guys in our foursome can't make it tomorrow, which is why I thought I'd ask you if you'd care to join us."

Already I was thinking money, and no doubt bet liberally while playing. Something I wasn't sure I could afford to do, and not that good of a golfer either to be throwing money away like that. Thus I hesitated before answering, though he seemed to pick up on my concern.

"No worries, we don't bet with cash," he told me. "We play an interesting little game on the green once we get there however, with each one of the female drivers in our carts."

"You mean...women other than our wives?" I asked taken aback just a little. Jacque laughed.

"Yes, we call them our cunt-caddies. Four women we've been meeting now for well over a year as we play golf. You see...what we do is this, once on the green, the only putter the men use is the one between their legs. Whereever your balls lands when it finally does reach the green, is where the girls take over. We slide inside them from behind, and fuck...while they putt. You fuck everyone else's driver except for your own, alternating greens. The object being of course to distract them and cause them to take more putts getting it into the hole, while you're in their hole." He chuckled obviously amused with himself.

"Does...does Carol know?" I had to ask.

"Of course she does!" Jacque exclaimed. "She doesn't have a problem with it, and even told me she'd mention this to your wife and some point, feel her out a bit. That way at least, you can discuss it with her later, see where she is with it, and then let me know before tee-time tomorrow. If she's not ok, I'll still have plenty of time to contact another one of our friends who is willing."

I thought about for a moment. "OK, I'll ask her...mention it, but don't be too surprised if she says no."

"Don't be too surprised, if she says yes either," Jacque responded. "I know Carol, and if anyone can convince her into letting you do that...she can."

Just then we heard the girls coming upstairs with a small tray of finger-foods and snacks. Marcy had a devilish look in her eyes as well as she approached me holding out the tray as I quickly removed a couple of small fancy looking sandwiches.

"Nervous?" She asked me with a twinkle in her eye.

"About what?"

"About what I might be thinking about," she teased hotly. I laughed nervously.

"Yeah, maybe a little...now," I chuckled again sounding even more nervous. Obviously whatever it was, it was going to be something a little unexpected, even Carol had shot me an inquisitive look as though wondering if Marcy had mentioned it to me yet. It was obvious that she did when she spoke in hushed tones with Jacque standing off to one side. I saw his eyebrows raise up a little, almost immediately turning to look in my direction, smiling a little before turning back to his wife, speaking in soft whispered words again.

"Just remember...you promised," she told me, which now really made me worried and nervous.

"Yeah, I know...so why don't you tell me what's in store?" I queried.

"Not yet...in a minute or two," she then stated. "But something else for you to consider perhaps."

"What?"

"Carol told me about Jacque's naughty little golf buddies," she said with a bemused smile on her face. Mentioned to me that he was going to invite you to play tomorrow, though she then told me how it was that they actually played."

"Yeah I know...he told me, but don't worry, I wasn't planning on..."

"You can go...you can play, you can have fun tomorrow if you wish," she said shocking the hell out of me. "Just as long as I get my wish tonight..." she concluded, still not fully revealing to me whatever the hell that it was. "Just keep that in mind."

We finished up with our snacks as well as our drinks, and then once again congregated back onto the bed. For the first time Marcy looked a bit anxious, nervous.

"Ok, so...here it is," she began. "Even David isn't aware of this naughty little fantasy of mine, something I've never actually mentioned to him before now. Having said that," she grinned holding my hand. "This is what I want you two to do...for me."

She was right about one thing, I really had no clue. And it wasn't something I'd actually ever considered, or ever thought about, up until now anyway. "You're serious," I asked knowing full well that she was, though her look gave way to obvious disappointment at my initial reluctance.

I thought about it for a moment more before responding. "Ok," I answered even then hesitating, seeing the surprised looks on everyone's faces that I'd actually agreed. "But it's got nothing to do with golfing tomorrow," I then added in my own defense. "If this really is something that turns you on...then I'm not about to sit here and tell you no, not after everything everyone else has done here tonight."

"You're sure?" She grinned brightly.

"If that's what you really want to see, to do...then yes," I assured her.

"And you'll try to get into it?" She added.

I actually laughed. "Well, let's just say I'm willing to try at the very least," to which she seemed to be good with. "So...what do you want to do first?"

Obviously there was going to be some intimate contact between Jacque and I, though he didn't appear at all hesitant in doing it himself. Carol had indeed obviously made him aware of it long before I even knew. And...listening to what she wanted to do, and how...it actually could have been worse in fact, and thus not nearly as bad as I was beginning to think it might turn out to be like for me.

"For starters...especially while you're both so small and limpy," Marcy giggled as she moved up into the middle of the bed. I was about to tell her I wasn't that small...or that limpy either as she put it, until I looked down at myself, and realized...I was.

"Ok, now what?" I asked as Jacque and his somewhat limpy dick joined us.

"I want to try and suck you both at the same time, while I can...while you're still a little...well, little," she giggled again.

That actually didn't bother me in the least, I'd actually found it arousing watching similar situations in porn movies, two guys with their dicks pressed together, sometimes tip to tip while the girl sat sucking the two of them off. As was her wish however, Marcy soon had Jacque and I stuffing as much of our pricks inside her mouth as she held them together against one another. To my surprise, she actually managed it.

"Let me try that...while I still can!" Carol spoke as Jacque and I turned towards her, though already there appeared to be a significant difference in length and girth here as she made the attempt. At best, she managed to get most of the two heads only partially in, as she licked and sucked them, each of us growing firmer and fatter by the minute. Admittedly, it felt good...albeit a little strange at first perhaps, but it indeed felt nice. It wasn't long however before doing that was no longer possible. Jacque and I were both once again...fully hard.

"Ok...now what?"

"Ok, this next part is definitely for me..."

"And me too!" Carol said joining my wife as the two of them rolled off the bed, taking seats on the couch sitting side by side one another.

"Ok," I again stated nervously.

"Alright...what I want to see the two of you do now...is rub your cocks against one another while we sit here and masturbate each other...watching the two of you do that."

Like I said, I'd already been made aware that Jacque and I were going to get a little touchy-feely here. But at least so far anyway...that was as far as she'd said she really wanted to see us go. I figured both literally and realistically, I could handle that.

Marcy had moved us off the edge of the bed, now standing on the floor only a foot or so away so that the two of them could watch us more closely, and more clearly.

"Squeeze your dicks, get some juice stuff going, and then smear that against one another," she politely asked, though her voice was already getting raspy with obvious arousal as she and Carol now reached over, toying and fingering one another. Jacque easily produced a thick fat dollop of precum fuck juice, though it took me a moment or two longer. Eventually I did however, and once having done so, placed the head of my dick against his, and worked it back and forth, just as he did against me, much to the delight and enjoyment of the girls. And quietly to myself too.

"And whether you choose to believe this or not honey," Marcy told me. "I think seeing that is damn fucking sexy, regardless of what you think or feel at the moment. And just so you know...I appreciate more than words could ever say, that you're doing it for me too."

Ok, so it wasn't that bad, and it actually felt interesting, rubbing my dick against his, especially as slick as they now were. I chuckled to myself quietly, for some reason thinking of this being like a sword fight, though his sword was indeed a bit longer than my own. At least we weren't out to try and stab one another with them. Or so I hoped anyway.

"Ok baby...now that I'm getting close here again, this is what I want...and would like you to do, to finish me off with tonight. "I want you to rub Jacque's cock against my pussy, against my clit, jacking him off, making him squirt all over me. And then...after that, have him jack your prick off against Carol's cunt."

I was expecting even worse than that, somewhat surprised at what it was that she actually wanted to see us do, prepared to do so...if that had been her real intent. Obviously, it wasn't. Now doing as she'd asked, I followed Jacque over towards the couch as she straddled the arm rest on her side, putting her at just the perfect height in order to accomplish this next task. She was wet...glistening, her furrow already frothy with her pre-girl cum cream.

"Go ahead honey, rub his dick against me, let me hear the naughty wet squishy sounds you can make while you rub his big fact fucking cock against my clit!"

There was no doubt about it, hearing her tone of voice, her use of vulgar obscene words, I knew my wife was about as aroused as she'd ever been before in her life. If this was indeed what she wanted then, wanted to feel...wanted to see, I was certainly going to accommodate her. I reached down, wrapping my hand around Jacque's hard stiff prick, and began using it to masturbate her with, simultaneously, masturbating him as well.

She was already close, as evidenced in the once again glazed look in her eyes. "Make him come on me honey, make him squirt...make him juice my pussy, drench my clit!" She all but demanded now. I continued to furiously rub Jacque's cock against her, and then heard as well as felt him tense up, looking down, seeing how tight his balls were. He was on the edge.

"Oh fuck...yes, here...it...comes!" He announced, and then began spraying his hot white sticky nectar all over my wife's widespread pussy. I continued pumping him, milking it out, watching in abject fascination as I did so. Milking a cock, other than my own, and actually...enjoying it as I did.

"Whew!" Marcy said a short time later after coming around again, her own very intense sweet little orgasm still causing her pussy to throb with several aftershocks of pure delight.

"You can say that again! That was fucking hot!" Carol now said jumping in. "Ok honey...now it's my turn, get over here and rub the man's cock against MY pussy!"

He began doing that. And it felt momentarily strange, once again realizing it was Jacque actually doing this for one thing, though I took delight in the sensation of it as he continued to rub the head of my dick, back and forth, up and down, side to side across his wife's pussy, teasing and toying with her lips and clit. Sometimes sticking it in briefly, fucking her with it, Just as I had done to him, taking a perverse delight in fucking my own wife with another man's cock, just as Jacque was indeed, now doing to me.

It was again an interesting sensation. Watching my prick suddenly, and amazingly to me anyway...suddenly begin spurting again, Jacques expert hand milking the cum out of me onto his wife's pussy, as she in turn climaxed with me, crying out almost the moment my sperm splashed against her clit, Jacque now aiming it, working it, and smearing it over and around as well as inside her even.

It had indeed been an amazing night. One that I don't think either one of us had expected, and yet...had enjoyed it as we later on discussed. Invited to spend the night in their guest room, now tired and on the verge of complete and total exhaustion, we of course accepted the offer. I wasn't relishing the drive back, especially as late as it now was, well after one in the morning.

"And don't worry about the golf game," I said as we tiredly crawled into bed together. "I wasn't planning on..."

"Go, have fun," she said meaning it.

"Really? You don't mind?"

"No...seriously, have fun...be naughty, we're certainly going to!"

I sat up looking at her. "Something tells me you've already made plans with Carol to do something tomorrow....while we're out doing that," I said eyeing her.

"You might could say that, yes," she grinned. "Carol's invited Brenda to come over tomorrow, lay out with us in the back...catch some sun, and maybe...just maybe, pleasure one another a little."

"Brenda too?" I asked.

"Yeah, but we're not supposed to say anything about it to either one of you two, so...don't you dare mention that I told you either," she made me promise her.

"Damn, almost wish I could stay here and watch that," I said actually wishing now that I would be, even more so than Jacque's weird twisted idea of golf.

Marcy laughed. "No worries, Carol said she'd secretly video tape the entire afternoon, just in case anything interesting does happen while she's out there with us."

"Damn," I chuckled surprised to feel a renewed lurch in my very spent cock.

"Anyway...enjoy your golf game," she giggled rolling over onto her side away from me. "Hope you win," she then added as she snuggled her cute perfect ass against my once again stiff needful cock.

"I think I already have baby...I already have." And then slipped nicely inside that wet hot juicy cunt of hers once more.