A Ski Weekend

Literotic asexstories – A Ski Weekend by OldWriterDude,OldWriterDude
We’re like any other married couple.

We both have a brief if not educational sexual history. Nothing to write home about. Just the usual back seat of the car and blowjob stuff. I remember my first time. At 16 years old, I “did” my girl friend in her basement while watching TV. Her parents were both at work and her older sister was upstairs. She didn’t care what we did.

She unbuttoned her shirt and showed me her tits. She was bright red with embarrassment. I unzipped my pants and showed her my dick, which was hard as a 16-year-old. She moved it around like a gear-shirt for a few seconds before she slid her panties off and sat down on it.

I slide inside of her and came immediately. I know it was tight, but I’m not sure how much I even got in. “Is that all,” she asked.

I was so embarrassed and confused. It was nothing like my friends described it. My orgasm didn’t even feel good. I hardly even got to touch her. The next day at school we could hardly look at each other, and everybody knew why without us saying a thing. I didn’t try it again for over 4 years, and even then it wasn’t too much to write home about, either in quantity or quality.

It wasn’t until Candy and I got married that we learned the finer points of sex and love making, and we learned them together.

It took a couple of years of marriage before I first “joked” with Candy about a threesome with one of her single girl friends or wife-swapping with one of our married couple-friends. Of course, she just laughed those silly ideas off. The closest we ever came to anything like that was watching some porn on the DVD player, and of course, that was more for me than for her. At least that’s what she said. We always had a good bonk after watching it.

So, when the idea of a ski weekend with the Danielson’s came up, I was excited about the idea because I liked to ski, not because I thought anything else would happen. We did a lot of stuff with the Danielson’s. They were married about the same time we were and about our age too. Early 20’s.

We met at a campground up north and discovered we lived less than a mile apart. We were best friends ever since, and the first friends we developed as a married couple. Dan and I golfed together and Dani and Candy shopped together. We had fun at outdoor barbeques, and of course, we went camping together from time to time.

Dan and Dani Danielson. Yeah, I know. Pretty weird and silly. The name, I mean.

Daniel Danny Danielson was his full name. His parents were kooks, or more accurately, old hippies trying to look respectable and yet maintain a sense of non-conformity in a world they otherwise thought played by to strict of a set of rules.

Despite that, Dan paid his own way to Christian college met Dani in the dorm. Everybody thought Dan and Dani was “just so cute” that they pretty much had to become a couple. He didn’t mind because she was so pretty and despite his inherent shyness they became “Dan and Dani.”

They were what the chicks would call a “cute couple.” They could pass for brother and sister. There was a hint of incest in their relationship because of their physical appearances. She was just a bit shorter than he, and both with blond hair and blue eyes. I don’t know about his, but hers sparkled when she smiled. They were slender, but not skinny, well toned because they worked out daily in their basement and took “active” vacations. The four us weren’t much for sitting around on the beach.

Volley ball and badminton were popular sports in our back yards and we were always on the go. But with them, even their skin tone and tans were the same color. I think it was one of the things that made them so attracted to each other and to us as friends.

We rented a mini-van for the trip and drove up together, totting most of our own food and lots of extra clothing. We had adjoining rooms at a nice ski resort that featured miles and miles of cross country trails. We scrapped a bit for the trip and planed it to the penny, including an expensive dinner our second night there. It was all planned out.

The drive up was a blast. The ladies both wore the sexiest thing they possibly could…a smile…and we laughed and giggled like school kids. Well actually, not like school kids. School wasn’t that fun.

Then things got a bit scary. After a 5 hour drive, we arrived late in the evening and discovered the hotel lost our reservations. Fortunately, we had our printed receipt with us and they readily admitted their mistake. We were sitting in the lobby waiting for resolution when the pretty, young girl behind the counter came up to us in the lobby, and said,” We upgraded you to a luxury suite. You’ll have to share it, but it’s got two bedrooms and two baths. I hope you don’t mind.”

I had time to say “thank you,” she jumped in again.

“Before you say no, here are four passes to our five-star restaurant, including a bottle of wine per pass.”

Since we had planned to have dinner there anyway, and this would save us some big bucks, so before anybody could get overly polite and wishy-washy, I quickly agreed, and snatched up the opportunity. I was only thinking a little bit with my dick. We weren’t sorry.

The luxury room was amazing. It had a fake log fireplace, which I immediately lit, a kitchenette, a small washer and dryer, big soft beds and best of all, a huge hot tub. And I’m not talking about one of those bathtubs with a few water jets tucked away into the bathroom.

This one was right out in the living room in a tiled off area. There were hangers containing big soft fluffy towels and robes like in the really expensive hotels. It could easily have seated 6 comfortably with molded seats and detectable jets.

“That’s where we’re heading,” we said in unison practically as soon as we entered the room.

It took us an hour or so to haul all our stuff in and get settled and it was getting late. We were all a bit tired and yawning, but still in good spirits and we finally found ourselves getting changed into our swim suits.

I was looking forward to seeing Dani in her swimsuit. I was hoping for a two-piece, but since Candy was putting on her one-piece I figured Dani would too, and of course, I was right. Seems that girls always discuss the “clothing” menu. Still, they both looked good, if not modest. Dan and I both had on regular old men’s swim trunks. Not much to show off there.

We splashed around the hot tub more like a swimming pool than anything else. It was nice and deep. We wrestled a little bit, mostly me and Candy and Dan and Dani, but I got to put my arm around the effervescent Dani once or twice, but mostly we just sat and relaxed. The snow was falling outside and with the big picture window in front of us, and the porch light on, we watched it gently fall.

“Sure is a log of coverage in this tub,” Dani said, looking at my butt as I left the tub to head into the bathroom. She was making fun of something I said at the beach last summer when our wives were wearing the most modest one-piece suits while all the other girls were wearing bikinis.

“Fine,” I said over my shoulder. “I’ll slip into something more comfortable.”

After peeing, I took off my suit and put on my jock strap. It covered my cock and balls, lifting and hugging them to my body. There were two straps in the rear that partially covered my butt cheeks, but left my crack totally exposed and a stretch waist to hold it up. I pretty much framed my butt. Then I slipped on one of the fluffy hotel robes.

Girls always told me I had a cute butt so I figured I’d flaunt it a bit.

I returned to the tub and did a strip to the music playing on the radio. The girls took it in the humor in which it was intended as I shock my naked butt at them, and even Dan seemed to see the humor in it, and took my near nakedness in good humor. It was fun.

After we were all soaking wet and wrinkled and very relaxed we climbed out of the tub and headed for our respective bedrooms.

As my trunks came down I already had a hard-on. As Candy pulled her suit off, her nipples were hard a little pebbles. We merely dried off and fell into a 69 with me on top. If didn’t last but a few minutes and we were both satisfied. Me with a very wet face and her with half a pint of jizz down her throat. We cuddled.

“That was nice,” she said. “You must have enjoyed seeing Dani. She knew I always found Dani attractive. It was no secret between us, but I never laid a hand on her.

“You must have enjoyed seeing Dan,” I teased back.

“Well, she certainly enjoyed seeing you,” she chided.

“Was it OK that I did that,” I asked.

“I was,” she said.

We drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

We woke early the next morning. Before first light, even. It promised to be a spectacular day.

While we were sleeping the show continued to fall and we had a few inches of fresh stuff and the ski conditions appeared to be excellent. They were.

The day started at the free breakfast far. It was loaded with pancakes, hash brown potatoes, coffee, bacon, sausage, breakfast steaks (cooked medium rare to order), juice and fruit. We stuffed ourselves silly.

Back at our room, we packed a lunch and got ready for the trails. The girls wore tight tights down below, warm sweaters up top and jackets over them. The tights did a wonderful job of highlighting their perky butts. I knew Dan and I would want to trail them all day as they broke the fresh snow in front of us.

It was one of those rare sunny, bright winter days with only fluffy white clouds in the sky. The temperature was a balmy 22 Fahrenheit and there was no wind. The show was fluffy and fresh, which made for perfect skiing conditions.

The trails were hilly and twisty. We took turns in the lead when we had to go single file, otherwise we would ski side by side in groups of two. When I followed Dani, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her tight buns, but Dan was watching Candy just as intently so he didn’t mind…and neither did I.

We had our lunch on some blankets we brought, sitting in the show. By this time the girls were getting warm so they took off their jackets and put them in my backpack. Their nipples were hard as rocks. It was difficult to keep my dick from getting that way too. I was wearing a pair of very tight black jeans that would not have hidden a hard-on well at all. I guess I was getting something of a chubby.

We got home just at dark, which wasn’t all that late given how far north we were and the fact that it was just past the winter soulsists. Maybe 5 PM. We were pink faced from the cold and tired from the activity, but nobody wanted to slow down. It was the evening of our big (now free) dinner at the 4-star restaurant.

Candy and jumped into the shower. “Rough day,” she asked fondling my rapidly hardening dick.

“Nice day,” I replied, tweaking her nipples.

“Yeah, It was” she giggled. “Ya’ know,” she added. “We’re not going to have a foursome.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said, softly, somewhat disappointed, but pretending not to be.

“And I’m not going to kiss her for you.” She kept fondling my dick.

“Of course not,” I whispered. Her hand felt so good.

“And I’m not going to lick her pussy,” she informed me as she dropped to her knees.

Little did she realize she was foreshadowing the entire night to come.

Her mouth wrapped around my dick and took me all the way down. I shuttered, almost ready to cum. She released me. I groaned.

“Because that just wouldn’t be right,” she said, immediately taking me back into her mouth and throat. It was all I could do to not cum on the spot.

“Uh-huh,” I responded.

I slide from her mouth with a pop.

“And she’s not going to do this to you either,” said Candy just before sucking me in again.

I groaned loudly, virtually on the edge of coming.

“But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you,” she said and stood up with a devilish smile on her face.

“Oh…and we’ll save that for later,” she said, giving my dick one last squeeze. “You’re going to need it.”

She started to wash her hair like nothing happened.

Frustrated, I finished my shower, shaved and got dressed.

The girls both looked wonderful.

They had on tight, low cut top that showed their cleavage nicely and skin tight skirts that emphasized their butts. They were just barley appropriate for the restaurant we were going to.

Dan and I each wore a suit and tie complete with cologne and slicked back hair. For a couple of regular guys, we looked OK.

We walked the quarter mile or so across the ski lodge’s campus to the restaurant. We were seated immediately after we showed them our pass, even before those already in line.

It was amazing. We had a table tucked away in a corner, but facing the dance floor. A live band played a variety of music, but not so loud as to overpower the conversation. We ordered drinks and hit the dance-floor before we even ordered. After one quick dance we were back at our table.

When we got back, the cutest waitress in the world came by and told us to enjoy ourselves. The table was ours for the night, her tip was already paid and that we should dance and have as much fun as we wanted to.

We were starving, so we ordered appetizers right away, and then danced, then salads, and then danced, finally our main course and dessert, dancing in between each one.

I danced several danced with Dani and Dan danced frequently with Candy. A couple of ladies asked Dan and I to dance and with our wives approval, we did. They were a bit older than us, but not too much. Maybe early 30’s. Candy and Dani took advantage and went for a spin on the floor together too.

The first dance was fast, but the second one was slow. I ground my erection into my dance partner as I watched my wife and her best friend hold each other close, their breasts pushing into each other. My god, was that hot. The gal I was dancing with was very affectionate, rubbing her hand on my butt a few times. I think she thought the hard-on was for her.

I defiantly had an extra large budge in my pants when we got back to the table, but so did Dan and the girls were both smiling, clearly enjoying our discomfort and arousal.

After desert, we finally enjoyed our bottle of wine, took a turn with each other’s wife around the dance floor and started to head back to our luxury suite. As we left, we saw our waitress again and slipped her a large bill for an additional tip. We wished her a wonderful night and told she hadn’t had that much fun in a long time waiting on people. I don’t think she really met that, but what did we care. It made us feel special.

The walk back was magical.

We were slightly tipsy from the wine and drinks, but far from drunk. The temperature was in the single digits, but we didn’t care since we were dressed warmly. Even our feet were warm. There wasn’t so much a gentle breeze blowing and the air was perfectly still. Far in the distance we could hear the coyotes howling and the occasional screech of an owl.

The sky was filled with brilliant, diamond-like stars and looked like a rich thick black carpet covered with sprinkles. We walked down the middle of the street, Candy and Dani holding hands and Dan and I holding our wives hands. At least that’s how we started out. Some how in the middle of the trip, I ended up with Dani’s hand and Dan ended up with Candy’s hand.

We sang and giggled our way through the dance tunes we had just heard at the restaurant.

I started up the hot tub right away and Dan lit the fire. We went to change.

“What are you wearing tonight,” Candy asked.

“This,” I said, holding up my jock strap, “unless you mind.”

“Not at all,” she said. “You did it last night.”

“What are you wearing,” I asked.

“This,” she said, holding nothing but her swim suit bottom. “No top.”

“Really,” I asked pretty surprised.

“Why not,” she asked. “Will you get jealous if Dan looks at me?” She said it in a teasing voice and finished with a wink.

That was a tough question. A no-win question. If I said no she would say, “Don’t you love me?” If I say yes, “she will say might wear something else.”

“A little,” I said, “but I think it would be cool.”

“Cool to be jealous,’ she teased.

“It will only remind me of how much I love you,” I told her. Apparently that was the right thing to say, because we were embracing and kissing the next thing I knew.

I asked her why she was wearing the bottoms.

“Because I don’t know if Dani shaves,” she told me, and I think she might make fun of me for having baby beaver ”

The whole time I knew Candy she kept her beaver totally hair free. She called it her “furless kitten.” I never knew she was shy about it in front of other women and I certainly didn’t know that Dani had never seen her naked. They changed in the same room together, but must have kept their back towards each other.

I felt my wife’s perfect medium sized breasts pressing into my chest. It was one of the nicest feelings in the world. They are the perfect size. Not too big, nor too small, but with perfect pee sized rock hard, pink nipples. They look like a teenager’s breasts because they are shaped so perfectly. I loved them from the first time I saw them, and never grow tired of looking at them.

Well, Dan and Dani had some surprises for us too.

Dan was dressed in a Speedo. It covered most of his ass, but his bulge was very pronounced. I knew that at least soft, Dan was bigger then me down there. We’d seen each other naked in the locker room at the golf club and once when we took a hunting trip together we stayed in a one room lodge. The shower, such as it was, was right in the same room as everything else. The bathroom was actually an outhouse out back.

Anyway, we both got naked (at different times) to get into the shower and didn’t make any big deal out of it. I just knew as a result of that, that he was bigger when he was soft than I was.

Despite the fact that I told Candy he was big, she was still staring at it with a surprised look on her face. I wonder how big he got when he was hard. Hopefully, not too much bigger than I.

Dani, however…I mean like Wow.

She had on a “One-piece” swimsuit, but it didn’t cover much. “Oh, her ass was covered, and her pussy, but only a thin trip of material covered each of her breasts and they ran from her waist line up across her nipples. The rest of her breasts were exposed.

The material covering her butt was see-thru and left nothing to the imagination. I could still only guess, but I was pretty sure Dani shaved. If she didn’t shave completely, she came awfully close. Her ass looked awfully kissable.

“Let’s dance,” Dani said, after turning on the radio.

I took a quick sip of wine and grabbed Candy and we slow danced for a song as did Dani and Dan. After that I gulped down the rest of my glass before being passed off to Dani. Dani ground her pussy into my leg during the whole dance, and my hands openly explored her ass. I heard no objection from any quarter, including Candy, so I considered that I was in the clear.

Of course I was. Dan was fondling Candy’s tits. A fact that totally escaped me at the time, since I was so into Dani. Candy told me about it later.

When the dance was over Dani said, “More wine please.”

I was only too happy to oblige. While Dan and I were struggling with the cork screw Candy and Dani started slow dancing. Not dirty dancing, but being nearly naked, it was very hot to watch. If that’s all I saw, I would have been satisfied.

They caressed each other’s backs as they danced, and their tits were pushed together since they were about the same size. I could never decide if Candy’s tits were smaller than Dani’s when they were dressed, but now I could defiantly tell that Dani’s were considerably bigger. Candy’s were still prettier and more innocent looking.

We settled into the hot tub, each with our glass of wine. For a while it was very quiet as everybody relaxed after a hard day of physical activity. I think we all might have drifted off into a light sleep for a while until Dani slid off her seat and splashed into the middle of the tub. We all woke up with a start, then a giggle.

We teased Dani until she complained, “Sweaty, can you rub my back? I’d ask Dan, but his back rubs always suck.”

“Sure,” I said in a nervous voice, “if it’s alright with you, honey,” I asked Candy.

“Well, I don’t believe that Dan sucks at it, so if he’ll rub mine, you can rub Dani’s.”

Of course neither of us guy minded, so we quickly sat on the edge of the tub behind each other’s wife. Dani pulled the straps that covered her tits the rest of the way off and her breasts were fully exposed. Of course, by now, I had an erection, but kept it just away from Dani’s back. I can’t imagine that Dan had an erection too, and assumed it either was, or was going to be pressed into Candy’s back soon. I was thinking that he was probably going to press it into my wife before the night was over.

As the water sprayed my feet I rubbed Dani’s back and did a pretty good job for a while. She was moaning softly from time to time and whispering how good it felt, especially when I found a particularly tight knot of muscles. Candy was doing the same thing from across the tub.

For a while, I stayed careful about keeping my hands on her back and not her front, and keeping my erection to myself, but eventually, my hands strayed to her sides and the sides of her breasts and my crotch pressed into her back. I pressed my erection into her back quite deliberately, as I reached around and got my first really good handful of tit.

“Hey there,” she said, pressing herself back into my crotch purposefully. That’s not my back or neck.

“Sorrrrrrry,” I said, clearly playfully sarcastic.

Her hands grabbed my legs. I looked over and saw Dan caressing my wife’s tits. When she saw me looking she removed his hands. “Sorrrrrrry,” she said in a equally playful voice. “Hey, quit poking me in the back. You’re making my husband jealous,” she said to Dan.

“Yeah. You too, quit poking me in the back with that thing,” Dani said to me. “You’re giving my husband a woody.”

Dan splashed Dani.

She turned around and looked at my crotch. “That’s got to be painful,” she said. “Why don’t you take those things off?”

I saw Candy look back at Dan. “Your fellow has to hurt being trapped in that jail. Take those shorts off.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I did hurt, plus I figured that if I didn’t start it, it wouldn’t happen, so I stood up and took off my jock strap. Dan quickly followed suit and we both stood naked.

I’d never seen a full-grown man with an erection in my life. I mean not live and in person. Of course, I’d seen lots of men in porn naked, but their all positively deformed. I have always been intimidated by that, even when I realized that they didn’t represent the norm.

Still, what if he was so big and screwed Candy so well that she’s never want me again? My imagine was running wild.

Like I said earlier, I’d seen Dan naked before, but only in a flaccid state, and I knew he was bigger than I was in that state.

But we were in a non-sexual setting like a locker room or getting into the shower in the one-room hunting cabin and stuff like that and the only time we had been naked together before was in a public setting like the locker room. At the cabin we showered at separate times so we weren’t running around the house in the buff.

But right now we were in a highly charged sexual situation, and I wasn’t really certain how to react. I mean….was it ok to look at him? Would he think my woody was for him if I did? Would my wife or his wife? As much as I wanted Candy and Dani to kiss each other…that’s how much I didn’t want to kiss Dan. I was repulsed by the idea.

On the other hand he might have been sexual competition for me. I should know what the enemy looked like…shouldn’t I?

So I watched him pull his Speedos off. I watched as his dick sprung free and point to the sky. He didn’t have one of those movie freak dicks. In fact, the might have been longer than I was, but he wasn’t any fatter. In fact, my dick might have been a bit thicker. I immediately let out a sigh relief.

“Feel better, honey,” asked Candy, figuring I signed because my erection was free.

“Much,” I said.

“I’m not done with my back rub,” she said in a little girl voice.

I sat down behind her and pushed my cock against the flat of her back. Dan did the same to Candy.

I reached around front and started to caress her tits and nipples as I watched Dan play with Candy’s. My god, these are almost perfect,” I told Dani.

“Almost?” asked Candy.

“Sure. Candy’s are perfect.”

“And don’t you forget it mister,” said Candy from across the tub.

“I think Dani’s are perfect,” but these are second best,” said Dan.

Candy said, “Well if their not perfect then I guess you are done.” She stood up.

We all got out of the tub. I could tell by Candy’s voice that she was teasing and that the night wasn’t over. The four of us went over to the fireplace, which was radiating the most perfect heat and dried ourselves and each other off. There was lots of touching and getting used to the idea of what we were about to do. We were all sort of babbling and not making much sense, and almost talking baby talk to each other. We were all pretty nervous.

When Dani took her bottoms off Candy immediately noticed.

“Hey you have baby beaver too,” said Candy, and pulled her own bottoms off suddenly not so shy about her appearance.

“Yeah. I started because my pubic hair was so much darker than my head hair and everybody thought I colored my hair, which I don’t! We were both virgins on our wedding night and I didn’t want Dan to think I colored my hair. It was really important to me that he thought this was my natural hair color. I don’t’ know why, but it was.” She was really babbling, talking fast and obviously very nervous.

“Anyway, I went to a spa and had it all taken off with a Brazilian wax. I liked it so much that I go back every few months and have it done again. It’s my one big indulgence.”

“Who does yours,” asked Candy.

“Dana at The Green Spa” downtown,” answered Dani.

Candy just started laughing. “She does mine too.”

“God, just imagine,” said Candy, “Dana makes both our beavers naked, and we never knew it.”

They broke down into giggles and hugged each other lightly.

All the laughter was helping me get used to (and more calm about) being around Dan with an erection. I wasn’t getting turned one by his dick or anything, but seeing it was actually kind of neat…in a way. I still wondered if he was competition.

As if on cue Dani and Candy knelt on the plush, soft carpet. Dan and I were only a few feet apart, and the girls almost bumping boobs. Each took her own husband’s dick into her mouth. It was amazing. I was standing two feet from my best friend watching his wife give him a blowjob while mine gave me one too. It was like a wet dream or erotic movie or something!

Still, I didn’t know where to look. I was watching Candy’s mouth cover and smoothly slide up and down my erection as her hands pumped me with all the skill she had learned over the years. Her mouth was wet and warm and I was shaking at the knees, trying mightily to stave off an orgasm that threatened to cut the evening short.

I started to openly watch Dani as such blew Dan. It was both distracting from what I was feeling and an additional turn-on at the same time. Dani was clearly as skilled as Candy at giving a BJ and clearly liked it as much. She sucked Dan all the way down her throat without gagging just like Candy did to me. Then Dani pulled away from Dan.

Just like in the movies a strand of jizz or spit or something stretched between Dan’s dick and Dani’s lip for a foot or so before it broke and disappeared. Dani tapped Candy’s shoulder and Candy leaned back, letting me go.

Without asking or discussing or referring to a committee, Dani engulfed my penis with her mouth and sucked me all the way in. Candy did the same to Dan. I took in a sharp breath. I looked over to Dan and shrugged my shoulders, as if to say, “It’s ok with me if it’s ok with you.” He shrugged back at me the same way. We both smiled a weak smile. I think it was as close to flirting with a guy as I have ever been…and it was close enough.

It was so similar to Candy, yet so different. I put my head on the back of Dani’s head to stabilize myself so that I didn’t fall. Dani grabbed my ass and started to knead my buns. Her finger slid into my crack.

They switched again, probably three or four times, and every time just in the nick of time. I was constantly at the edge of orgasm, but both girls had different techniques and kept us both from coming by varying their movements. Then, when Candy was sucking me, all the sudden Dani ignored Dan and helped kiss the length of my shaft while Candy sucked the tip. They did that for a few minutes then switch over to Dan while I waited my turn.

I don’t think they stayed on either of us for more than 15 seconds, so we didn’t have to wait long, but it felt like forever before they were back to working on me. I was able to see them really well when they sucked Dan, and it was so hot watching the girls faces so close together Their faces bumping against each other, almost kissing, both smiling from time to time.

“This is so cool,” I heard Candy whisper to Dani.”

“I’m loving it,” Dani whispered back.

“So are they,” whispered Candy.

“Yeah, but…is it ok?” asked Dani.

“Yeah. Lets,” said Candy.

The two girls stood in unison. Dani grabbed my dick and Candy grabbed Dan’s. They lead us into our bedroom. Dani pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top of me. Without ceremony, she sheathed my cock inside her pussy. In one quick move I was buried inside of her wet box and it occurred to me that I was probably only the second guy to be in there. I wondered what other kind of toys might have found their way in there, but the tightness of her cunt and the skill of her movements made me forget the in micro-seconds.

Next to me, only a few feet away, Dan was being treated the same experience, only it was my wife’s tight pussy he was enjoying. She was tight too. She only had 3 other guys inside of her, including me, and the only toy I ever knew her to use was her hairbrush in a show she put on for me one night.

I leaned up and started to suckle Dani’s tits.

“Oh yes,” she said in a very high voice, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into her breasts.

I knew Candy was coming now. Her voice got very high when she came and she said, “Oh god” each time she hit the highpoint of her wave. I heard lip-smacking from next to me so I assumed that Dan was giving my wife’s tits the same workout I was giving his wife’s.

All the sudden Dani was yelling, “I’m coming, I’m coming,” in a voice as low pitched as Candy’s was high pitched. It was amazing having two girls on the same bed coming at the same exact time. I could easily have blown my load, but forced myself not to. The only thing I could think, as irrational as it was, was that Candy might get mad if I blew my load with Dan, and that Dan might get angry that I blew my load inside of her.

So I absolutely forced myself not to cum. It paid off big time.

Candy collapsed on top of me after her orgasm entered. “That was wonderful,” she whispered in my ear.

“Yes it was,” I whispered back. I wondered if I should say “thank you” or something like that but we all just lay there really quit for a few minutes catching our breaths.

Finally Dani got up and said, “You know, we can’t just have sex without kissing.”

“Let’s play spin-the-bottle” said Candy.

All the sudden she had an empty bottle in her hand. I don’t know where it came from, but she must have brought it in with her, so she must have planned this.

Dani sat at the head of the bed and Candy at the foot. They were naked as they day they were born and neither tried to hide her boobs, but they did site with their legs crossed in front of them so it was sort of hard to see her pussy. Dan and I sat on either edge but neither of us could sit cross legged like that, so we draped our legs over the edge of the bed.

Dani took the first turn. Her spin landed right on her husband and she French kissed him lustily. Ok. I’m not going to lie. It turned me on to see them kiss like that, tongues all exposed and stabling at each other’s mouths. It was really hot to see.

If we went counter clockwise, it would have been my turn to spin next, so I went to grab the bottle.

“Silly boy,” said Dani as I picked it up. She took the bottle from me, slapping my hand softy and laid the bottle on the bed. “Boys don’t spin when you play spin-the-bottle. That might mean they would have to kiss each other. It’s Candy’s turn, stupid.”

“Yeah, it’s my turn,” Candy said, sticking her tongue out at me playfully. “Quit being such a hog.”

The import of that exchange statement hit me. I wasn’t expected to kiss Dan. That’s got to be a guy’s biggest worry in a spin-the-bottle game and here it was clearly explained to me that I didn’t need to do it.

But just as important, Dani obviously was ready to kiss Candy. Otherwise, nobody would be spinning. All I could think was “how cool will this be?”

Candy’s first spin hit Dan and the lucky bastard got to kiss my wife.

“Ha-ha,” he mocked.

She kissed him with the same gusto that I would have kissed Dani. It was really hot to watch. I wanted to touch somebody…anybody, but I kept my hands to myself and off my cock.

Dani’s second spin…right back to Dan.

“Guess I’m just the man,” boasted Dan.

They kissed as lustily as they had the first time, only with more hand contact this time.

Candy’s spin hit Dan again.

“Damn I’m good,” he boasted. Candy kissed him aggressively.

Finally, Dani’s next spin hit me.

We had a good, solid kiss. She was a damn good kisser, just like Candy, and I felt passion and excitement as her tongue slid into my mouth and explored. I felt titillation as her hands caressed my back and my legs. I felt excitement as our lips touched, reseeded and touched again. She smelled of chlorine, but also of perfume and make-up. Her hair was still wet, but partially dried after being out of the hot tub for a while, and I ran my hair through its length.

We kissed for a pretty long time, I think in part to make up for the fact that Dan got so many kisses in a row, and when it broke again, it was Candy’s turn and she hit me again…more or less. Mostly, it was between Dani and me. She chose to kiss me without discussion. In fact, several of the spins could have been interpreted to have hit either Dani or Candy, but were interpreted to hit Dan.

However when Dani spun the next time, it pointed straight at Candy. There was no disputing it.

My first thought was to yell, “Kiss her,” and press the issue. I wanted to talk them into kissing each other because “it was the rules.” I wanted to press the game a little and see how far it would go. But was also afraid that if I pressed too hard, I’d blow the whole thing, so I kept my mouth shut.

There was also no reason to worry about it. It was obvious that Dani was moving into position to kiss Candy. The moment of truth had arrived.

I’d always wanted to see something like this. Even tonight Candy said it would never happen. Which of us were going to get our way? The next few seconds would tell.

Dani slid across the bed to Candy, slipping neatly past Dan and I. She tipped Candy back, causing her legs to unfold and come apart a bit showing off her cute kooter. I resisted touching as did Dan. We wanted to see something else.

Dani leaned in towards a smiling Candy.

From the second I saw their lips come together I had three separate thoughts.

The first was how amazingly hot it was. Both had their eyes closed, and both were tentative, moving in slowly and testing the waters by starting with light pecks and becoming bolder and more aggressive. The lips got wetter, tongues snuck out and finally it evolved into a full French kiss.

Their faces looked soft, confident, calm, and nearly angelic as they experimented and analyzed a sensation they had never before experienced.

I felt my dick twitching as I watched. It was something that I always wanted to see close-up. It’s famed in the Loral’s of porn, in the folklore of men and history has always found the concept of women showing affection towards each other to be a natural aphrodisiac.

And it was hot to see. It was every bit as cool as I was hoping it would be, and I wasn’t in the least disappointed.

Still…at the same time, something was missing. It was like watching porn. It’s arousing, but you feel left out, and I was feeling anxious to get back into the action, and yet strangely content to watch it and become satisfied through the lazy activity of watching. Candy and I watched a porn movie once and she sat on my lap with my dick firmly between her butt cheeks. It was tight and warm and slippery, but my mind drifted from the screen to her body, but wanted to stay on the porn

The porn didn’t quite do the job, but it was too hot to not watch.

The last thing I felt was fear.

Candy always said she was never going to kiss another girl for me. She made that very clear. So why was she doing it now? Was it for her…or for me? Tomorrow morning when we woke up, was she going to look at me with daggers in her eyes and say, “I did that for you. I hope you’re satisfied.”

If it didn’t happen tomorrow, will it happen next week? Next month? Next year? Was I going to pay for this big time sometime in the future?

Then the ultimate thought hit me. What if she wants me to kiss Dan? How gross would that be! I couldn’t do it, and because I couldn’t do it, I figured she could never kiss Dani…yet, here she was doing it. Would I cave in too?

It was very arousing. Almost to the point of having an out of body experience and yet, a part of me was very much afraid.

It was a hot lusty kiss that finally broke.

“Wow,” they both said together.

“Was that what you were hoping for,” Dani asked Dan.

He just nodded his head.

“How about you stud,” Candy asked me.

“I don’t know. I’ll have to see you do it again to decide.” Obviously, I was teasing, and why not? Everybody was smiling. The girls knew they had gone some place new, to a new level of friendship so to speak. There was a new relaxed feeling in the air, like we all four knew everything was going to be ok.

“Okay, I’ll show ya’,” said Candy, grabbing the bottle. It was her turn again. She deliberately pointed it towards Dani.

They kissed again, this time with Candy as the aggressor and Dani laying flat on her back on the bed with her kooter showing. Again, Dan and I restrained ourselves.

When they came up for air Dani announced, “It’s time to take this to a new level. Next time we kiss we kiss breasts instead of lips. And we do that until everybody has kissed everybody else. She looked at Candy and winked.

“Where did you get that idea,” asked Candy.

“Read it on the Internet,” said Dani smartly. She spun.

Her spin hit me and she was suddenly sucking on my nipples, something that has always turned me on.

The game played on. Pretty soon we had all kissed nipples/breasts (except Dan and I) and were ready to move onto the next step.

“What did you learn on the Internet for next?” asked Candy.

“We have to kiss each other’s butts,” said Dani.

“How deep?” asked Candy.

“That’s up to you,” she said as she winked.

Candy and I had done some anal play in the past, but not much. I wondered if Dani and Dan were into this kind of stuff. He sure never talked about it to me, and judging from the look on Candy’s face Dani never talked about it with her either. We just didn’t know what to expect. As it turns out, it was pretty innocent.

Dani’s spun first and it hit Dan.

“Lay on your tummy, big boy,” she instructed.

He did as told and Dani kissed Dan all over his butt cheeks. She did press her finger in between his butt cheeks, but with no penetration.