Eclipse

Literotic asexstories – Eclipse by darrenr,darrenr
Author’s note: This story builds slowly and pushes a silly premise far beyond plausibility. I hope you enjoy it.

My thanks to Ravenna933, swiftlytilting, and LostLittleLamb for their thoughtful feedback and encouragement. I highly recommend reading their stories!

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We never said the plan out loud. Neither of us believed in astrology or nonsense like that. I was embarrassed the idea had even occurred to me. Maybe Sara felt the same, I’m not sure. Still, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to conceive our first child during the lunar eclipse.

It all started when we dined at a fancy restaurant to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary. Sara looked stunning. Her dark hair cut short atop her round face presented a sweet wholesomeness. Every person who saw her tonight, though, wouldn’t stop at just her face. The black dress she wore hugged her sexy curves and seemed hardly up to the task of containing her substantial breasts. She didn’t dress like this often, and I relished showing her off as we were seated at our booth.

“Oh this is perfect,” Sara said, cozying up beside me. We had a great view of the other diners and took in the room. The cocktails from the bar already had us feeling happy, and we ordered another round. The booths had those high backs that made it feel like we were hidden in a private little nest together.

“Ten o’clock,” Sara said just loud enough for me to hear. “Couple in their sixties.”

I glanced over. The man’s dark suit may have been fashionable a few decades ago, but it fit his slim form well. The woman was more stylish in a deep blue dress that flattered her ample figure. Her face was pretty enough, but her most striking feature was the smile that brightened the room. I couldn’t help smiling in response, even though she wasn’t looking at me.

“You just know she’s an absolute cum slut,” Sara murmured.

The sip of my whiskey caught in my throat as I laughed, spluttering down my chin. A few people glanced at us as I cleaned my face.

“Play it cool, Will. You’ll blow our cover,” Sara hissed with a smirk while she calmly sipped her own drink.

“I think she looks sweet,” I said.

“She can be both!” Sara continued deadpan. “She probably has a load of her husband’s cum in her belly right now.”

I shook my head, still laughing. We’d barely started drinking, and she was already having fun talking naughtier than anyone who knew her would ever imagine. Even though she often did this when we were alone, it still caught me off guard to see her innocent-looking face talk this way. I could feel myself blushing even though I knew this only encouraged her.

“I’m going to guess you’d rate her a four out of ten,” Sara said. “She’s old, but you’re a sucker for big tits and fat asses. I bet she likes it up the ass.”

“Six,” I said smugly. “I like her smile.”

“I knew it!” Sara laughed. “You’d totally fuck her in the ass, wouldn’t you?”

Despite the way Sara talked, our sex life was pretty vanilla. Intense, wonderful, and loving—I have no complaints—but it involved no “cum guzzling,” anal sex, or any of the other kinds of things she loved to tease about in these situations.

“You’d plow her right in front of her husband, wouldn’t you?”

“If required, certainly. But speaking of, I can’t quite tell about him. He looks a bit stuffy, but not bad for an old guy. I suppose you’d rate him a three.”

“Oh no,” Sara said. “Four, at least. He looks fit enough for his age. He could probably bend me over this table right here and do the job. I might even get some ‘improving’ comments about how much prettier I’d be with long hair and you know how I get off on condescension.”

I laughed, but Sara was already scanning for the next targets.

“Straight ahead of us, far side of the room. Dark-haired woman with the sour face and her miserable-looking companion.”

“I see them. I’m gonna guess a five for the guy. He’s handsome enough, and you’d probably enjoy showing him there are good things in life, too.”

Sara laughed. “Maybe. I might be too much for him, though. I have a feeling he’d cream his pants before I even got my dress off.”

“Judging by the way he was staring at you as we walked in,” I said, “He may have already creamed his pants.”

“I didn’t notice,” Sara giggled nervously. She always got a little uncomfortable being admired. “But you’re right, he’s got potential. I can’t tell about that woman he’s with though. She’s pretty, and she looks fit. Breasts on the smaller side, but I bet they look fantastic. Six?”

I shook my head. “Air ball. How could you get it so wrong? She looks mean as hell. Huge turnoff.”

“Maybe Scroogette just needs a quality fuck from a quality man to turn her life around and make her into a nice person. Did you ever think about that, you selfish prick?”

“Look, you know I’d do my duty for a soul in need, but that doesn’t change the fact she’s a one.”

“Okay, okay,” Sara laughed. “Wait, here we go. Just walking in. Dark hair, red dress, nice legs, big tits. I think she checks all the boxes. Seven?”

I turned to look at the couple being led in by the host. Sara was right, this woman looked good. We pretended to focus on the menu as they were seated in the booth beside ours.

“Dude looks fit,” I said under my breath. “I know you like tall men. Seven for you, too?”

Sara nodded, but with an indecisive shrug.

They were both around thirty, like us, but it was clear their evening was not going as well as ours. The poor woman hadn’t even sat down before the man started correcting her about something.

“It’s a common misunderstanding,” he said, flecks of spit already gathered at the corners of his mouth, “but medieval people understood astronomy well enough to not panic when an eclipse happened. It’s comets they got worked up over.”

“I see,” the woman said, trying to catch the eye of their waiter.

“The Native Americans were superstitious about eclipses, though,” the man continued. “In fact, Columbus had an almanac of lunar eclipses and he intimidated the natives on Jamaica by predicting one.”

“Columbus was also an asshole enslaver,” the woman said.

“Well, yes, of course,” the man mumbled before the arrival of the waiter saved him from digging that particular hole any deeper.

“Chardonnay for us both,” the man said.

“No wine for me,” the woman said. “Whiskey on ice. A double.”

“Her score is rising while his plummets,” Sara whispered. I nodded in agreement.

The man looked briefly stunned before turning back to his date after the waiter left. “Speaking of, there is a total lunar eclipse in a couple weeks, on June twenty-sixth.”

“Aren’t solar eclipses the good ones, though?” she said.

“It’ll be over an hour of the full moon turning blood red. It’s quite spectacular.”

I glanced at Sara. She seemed surprised, too.

“I only mention it,” the man continued, “because the view would be superb from my house in the mountains. You know construction only finished last month. It’s been quite an ordeal getting the contractor to get all the details right. My architect’s vision was post-industrial materiality informed by untethered regionalism. Very cutting-edge. Maybe you’d like to come see it?”

“Tell me more about this house in the mountains,” she said, her combative tone gone. Their voices dropped lower, and we lost interest in them.

“We should make sure to see this eclipse,” Sara said as she resumed scanning the room. “Wait, here we go.” I followed her gaze and immediately spotted who she was looking at. A couple in their forties, both dressed beautifully. He looked serious, but with a twinkle in his eye, like maybe he was that tough high school teacher who took no crap but inspired you to work harder than you thought possible. Her face was serene, as though she’d seen it all and nothing could perturb her. She smiled at everyone, but her eyes only shone when she looked at her husband. Arm in arm they were led to their table.

“They love each other. You can just tell,” Sara said. “Don’t you think?”

Sara snuggled up closer to me. I nodded.

“It must be so beautiful when they make love,” Sara continued.

“I bet we could show them a thing or two about that.”

Sara giggled. “I wouldn’t mind seeing his ‘thing.'”

“Sara!” I admonished playfully. “How naughty!”

Sara squirmed slightly against me. “Is it too naughty?”

We’d had similar conversations countless times. Sara daring something, then backtracking into safety. The first time she’d said this kind of thing, I’d been stunned. Fortunately, I’d been smart enough to not let her see.

“No such thing as ‘too naughty.’ You’re a good girl,” I assured her. “So very good. Such a good girl that you’re going to tell me why you want to see that nice man’s cock even though he is devoted to his beautiful wife.”

“She wouldn’t mind. She’s so certain of their bond she wouldn’t mind sharing. In fact… she’d like it.”

“Like it?”

Sara leaned her head against mine. “Is it so bad it thrills her to see her lover get turned on? She loves him, doesn’t she?”

“Undeniably,” I said, no longer sure if we were still talking about the couple across the room. “Well, in that case, nothing would make her happier than for his eyes to fall on… you.”

Sara took a long, slow breath. “Do you really think so?”

“He wouldn’t be able to tear his eyes away. He’d be filled with jealousy of me.”

Sara pressed closer. “Ohhh… I’d like to make him jealous. Is that bad?”

“It’s just the right amount of bad,” I answered.

“But what about her? I think she’s so pretty. Do you think she’s pretty, too?” Sara’s hand under the table found the rigid tent in my pants. “You do!”

“Is that okay?” I asked.

In answer, Sara’s hand began stroking me through my pants. “Tell me what you think about her.”

“She’s beautiful,” I said. “I’m captivated by her eyes… her soft lips… I just want to kiss them.” I felt Sara take an excited breath. “What would you do, if I gently pressed my lips to hers?”

Sara sighed softly. I couldn’t help smirking.

“I’d like to… I’d like to see that,” she said.

“You’d have to look quick because her husband wouldn’t wait. He’d turn your face to him, and his eyes would burn with desire for you.”

“What would he do?” she asked weakly.

“He’d kiss you. Softly at first, but upon tasting your lips his kiss would turn hard. Forceful. His tongue plunging into your mouth.” Sara bit her lower lip. “You’re surprised at first, resisting, but then you open yourself to him.”

I felt Sara’s thighs open, hidden beneath the long tablecloth. She released my cock and pulled my hand between her legs. Even through the layers of fabric I could feel her heat.

“He wants you,” I continued, “But he watches his wife. She enjoys my kiss, but not half as much as she enjoys him watching. She pulls my hands to her chest, and I feel the swell of her breasts, firm nipples responding to my touch.”

Sara rocked her hips gently against my hand, her breaths growing shallower.

“He kisses you even harder,” I continue, “but his hands aren’t idle. He has unfastened the top of your dress, and your breasts spill out before us. With the sudden cool air on your skin and the feel of our gazes on your bare flesh, your nipples tighten and tingle.” Sara brings a hand to her neck, almost as if protecting her modesty. “Between his kiss and his hands roving all over your body, you get just a taste of how he makes love to his wife… and he loves her so, so much—”

“He loves her,” Sara agreed. “He loves to see her happy.”

“He does. The way she holds my hands to her breasts, he can tell she’s happy. His thick cock is growing hard for her, and hard for you. For both of you. Together.”

“I want to touch it,” Sara breathed. Then, turning to me, “Is that bad?”

I smiled and shook my head. “It’s not bad. She watches you reach for his pants. He’s hard, and you feel his cock jump at your touch.”

Sara giggled. “Is he really hard for me?”

“Rock hard,” I say. “But his wife can see how tight his pants are, how uncomfortable it is for him. She asks you to take it out.”

“Would that be okay?” Sara said, even though she already knew my answer.

“Nothing thrills me more than seeing you turned on. Do you want to touch him?”

Sara looked down, leaned her head against me, and nodded.

“You open his pants,” I say, “and pull out the most gorgeous cock you’ve ever seen.”

“Not as gorgeous as yours,” Sara says.

“Mine is still your favorite,” I reassure her, “But his is like a piece of art. Art that is hard… for you.”

Sara sat up and glanced at me with a shy smile before returning her attention to the table across the room, where sat the oblivious subjects of our little shared fantasy. Sara licked her lips.

“Your mouth waters for his cock, doesn’t it?”

Sara nods and swallows, hard. “Not yet, though,” she says. “He won’t be able to enjoy himself until he knows his wife is taken care of. Will you take care of her? You’re so amazing with your mouth. I want her to know how incredible you are. Would you want to kiss her, down there?”

“If I must,” I sighed in mock reluctance.

“Then you pull her dress up,” Sara said. “Her thighs fall open in invitation. You can see her panties are already wet.”

“Just like yours,” I said. Sara nodded. “I can smell her arousal and it’s intoxicating, just like yours. I pull her panties down and—”

“She’s beautiful!” Sara blurted. “She’s so pretty it takes your breath away.”

“I’m stunned,” I agree. “But only for a second. I lower my head, and you lower yours. At the same moment, together, I taste her beautiful pussy while you wrap your lips around his thick cock.”

“He loves her,” Sara said. “I can taste how much he loves her. His cock is filled with the most wholesome love for her.”

“She knows it,” I said. “My tongue pushes into her and she opens herself to me, knowing that even in her most secret place all I’ll find is her pure love for her man.”

“She’s a good girl, too. Isn’t she?”

“Yes. Just like you. Good, and pure.” I smiled to myself. The naughtier Sara’s fantasies got, the more she needed reassurance.

“But she still appreciates your talents,” Sara insists. “She can’t deny the wonderful things you’re doing to her. Do you love… do you love kissing her… there?”

“Her pussy is exquisite, and so sensitive. It’s a joy to learn her body, because she’s such a wonderful, lovely person.”

“I want to fuck them,” Sara whined softly beside me, growing restless. “I want us to fuck them together. I want to feel him inside me, I want to feel how he loves her. I want her to feel how you love me.” She turned to look at me with surprising urgency. “Is that terrible of me?”

I looked at her. With the intensity of her gaze, it felt like this wasn’t a fantasy anymore. It was still just us two in our private little booth, but her question was real. All the times we’d played games like this before, it was simply sharing a fantasy with her. I’d never seriously thought about it.

Now, though… I imagined Sara with her legs spread, this stranger’s cock nestled against her pale, soft folds… her pussy wet and quivering with anticipation and her eyes… her eyes on me. Smiling at me. Sharing with me her joy, trusting me to trust… her.

“Not terrible,” I said. “Wonderful. We’ll show them, together.” My fingers resumed stroking against the heat between her legs. “You’ll open yourself to him, and she’ll open herself to me. He’ll bring his loving cock up to your eager pussy, and I’ll bring mine up to hers. Is that what you want? To see my cock about to fill her? To see your own pussy about to be penetrated by him?”

Sara was trembling now, unable to tear her eyes off the couple. She nodded.

“We hold hands, and count… three…” My fingers pressed against her slit through the dress. “He can barely hold back. You can feel the energy bristling within him, about to be unleashed into you. Two…” I pressed again. “She pulls her legs open wider for me. I’m about to reach deep inside her and show her how I love you. One… This is your last chance to stop this, if you’re not sure…”

Sara pushed my fingers against her, startling me as she shuddered and stifled a gasp. Her hips pushed hard against our hands. Tensing, she let out the cutest tiny squeak as she came right beside me in the restaurant. My heart surged to feel the pleasure pulsing through her as she fought to hide what was happening. I watched her face regain control as she sat up straighter and gave me a sheepish look.

“That was incredible,” I said. I’d probably have blue balls by the end of dinner, but it was worth it.

Sara gave me an embarrassed smile and then squeaked again. This time it was in surprise as the waiter arrived with the first course. Her cheeks were still bright red and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Perhaps the waiter thought it was the alcohol. He pretended not to notice.

After a few bites our focus returned to the private little world of our table and our reason for celebrating.

“I can’t believe it’s already been five years,” Sara said.

“It went by quickly,” I agreed as I took her hand. “But it also seems like we’ve always been together.”

She laughed. “Will, did you just serve me the cheese course?”

“Guilty,” I said, holding up my hands. Sara rarely let things veer into sentimentality, but I could see in her eyes she felt the same.

“But as long as you’re being all serious, I was thinking about our plan. What we talked about, I mean.” Sara looked down at our clasped hands, and then back to my eyes. “I think it’s time, don’t you?”

“You mean…?” I knew what she was talking about, of course. I’d been thinking about it myself. But the reality of it proved more terrifying than I had expected.

Sara nodded. “Do you want to start a family?”

I squeezed Sara’s hands tighter as I gazed into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t feel ready to be a father, but maybe that didn’t matter. With her, I felt like I could do anything.

“Will? Are you in there?”

Snapping out of it, I sat up straighter. Releasing her hands, I started to move our plates aside.

“What are you doing?” Sara asked.

“I’m ready to start right now,” I said innocently. “I’m just making room.”

Sara guffawed and punched my arm playfully. A few people glanced in our direction but I ignored them as I tidied up the table again.

She scooted closer to me. “Do you mean it?”

In answer I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips opened in response and we kissed deeply, oblivious of who might be watching. My fears about this new adventure faded before the certainty of my connection with Sara. Together, we could do anything.

The waiter clearing his throat ended the kiss abruptly. We both had furtive smiles at having been caught, but I didn’t feel embarrassed as he delivered the second course. I held Sara’s hand again as the waiter walked away.

“So,” I said, trying to act casual. “Tonight?”

Sara smiled. “Tonight let’s keep the protection in place. If you can wait just a little longer before rawdoggin’ me…?”

“You know I’d do anything for you. What do you have in mind?”

Sara gave me one of those looks that made me feel like the luckiest man ever. “Moon Ridge Lake,” she said.

I nodded. “June twenty-sixth.”

* * * * * * *

We’d camped at Moon Ridge Lake a few times. Even though it was a tiny lake, it had become our favorite camping spot because we normally had it all to ourselves. Neither of us mentioned the eclipse, but I doubted I was the only one thinking about it. As we drove along the dirt road, I couldn’t stop visualizing Sara’s naked body under the night sky, her skin glowing beneath a red moon while we made love. My erection strained uncomfortably in my pants.

My heart sank as we rounded the final bend and saw a car already parked there. The sight of two people setting up a tent confirmed we wouldn’t be as alone as I’d hoped.

“Should we try continuing up the road to the meadows?” I asked as I parked.

Sara shook her head. “You know I can’t stand all the mosquitoes in the meadows. Who knows? Maybe we’ll make new friends. Besides, she looks cute. Maybe a six or seven, even though her boobs are too small for your tastes.”

“You make me sound so shallow,” I protested.

Sara smirked. “He looks cute. Maybe seven for him, too. Let’s go check them out.”

Before I could respond, Sara hopped out of the car to talk to them. I took a moment to push away my fantasy about Sara. Once my erection calmed, I forced a friendly expression on my face and left the car. By the sounds of laughter alone I could tell Sara was already well on the way to making new friends. My mood worsened as my hopes for the night vanished.

I must have been staring at the ground as I trudged after Sara because I was startled when she grabbed my arm.

“Will!” Sara said. “This is Nozomi and Matsu. They’re from Japan!”

I looked up and my bad mood vanished. I don’t know if it was her eyes or her smile, but her face seemed to shine so brightly that I didn’t want to look away.

“Nice to meet you,” Nozomi said in slightly accented English. Black shoulder-length hair framed her face, topped by a floppy wide-brimmed hat. My gaze made it as far down as her full lips before being drawn back to her eyes. I had the general impression she was petite, but I couldn’t look away from her eyes so a closer inspection would have to wait.

“Um, yeah,” I mumbled, trying to get my thoughts in order. “I’m Will. Nice to meet you, too.” I could sense Sara’s amusement at my reaction as she pulled my arm tighter against her.

Matsu nodded at me and I was finally able to tear my gaze away from Nozomi to look at him. Like us, they both were in their late twenties. He was shorter than me, about Sara’s height, and he wore a black and yellow baseball hat. His expression was friendly, but he didn’t speak. I nodded back at him before forcing my gaze to the safety of Sara.

Nozomi said something to Matsu.

“Nicetomeetyou,” Matsu said, nodding.

“You’ll have to forgive my husband,” Nozomi said. “He understands English well enough, but he gets all shy about speaking it.”

“Hajimemashite,” Sara said to him. “I wish I could speak Japanese as well as you speak English.” Matsu’s face brightened as he looked at her. Sara turned back to Nozomi. “We don’t want to crowd you. There are plenty of other places to camp up the road.”

“Please stay?” Nozomi said. “We’d love to have company!”

Matsu looked hesitant and whispered something to her, but she shook her head and turned back to us. “We’d really love it if you stayed,” she insisted.

Sara looked at me and I could tell she saw right through me. She saw my reaction to Nozomi and found it hilarious. The decision to stay had already been made.

Walking back to the car, Sara held my arm close.

“Sevens at least. Both of them. Maybe even eights? I think I might have a little crush on Matsu. Isn’t he handsome?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. Sara’s smile only got wider.

“She thinks you’re cute, too,” Sara said.

“What?”

She laughed. “I saw the way you were looking at Nozomi. You’ve got a little crush, don’t you? I’m proud of you, honestly. This is the first time I’ve seen you go for a woman with small breasts. I think you’re finally maturing.”

I hadn’t even noticed Nozomi’s breasts. I couldn’t stop thinking about her eyes. We rounded the back of the car, out of sight, and I pinched Sara’s bottom.

Sara yelped and giggled. “Okay, but you’re not denying it, either. I think it’s adorable!”

“She’s… she’s pretty, is all…” I sighed in resignation. “I’m just an open book to you, aren’t I?”

Sara beamed. “My favorite book.”

I shook my head. “You’re right, of course. Instant little crush, like a teenager. It’s embarrassing. But that’s all the more reason we should drive on, camp somewhere else. I just want to focus entirely on you.” I put my arm around her and pulled her close. “And our plans.”

Sara looked up at me with a smile, put her hands on my head, and pulled me into a deep kiss.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I haven’t forgotten our plans. But I’ve got a good feeling about Nozomi and Matsu, like we might have just met new friends. Wouldn’t that be a great bit of serendipity to go along with starting a family? And besides, it’s obvious how much they love each other.” She took my hand and pressed it against the crotch of her shorts. “And you know how hot that makes me.”

I laughed. “Okay, okay, you win.”

Sara smiled at me in triumph and turned to unpack the car.

* * * * * * *

It was a hot day, and it felt even hotter as we hiked up the steep trail toward the peak. I was grateful for the trees. I knew soon we’d emerge from their shade for the final climb on bare granite in direct sun. The dust from the trail was sticking to my sweating body, and no matter how many sips of water I took it still felt like my mouth was coated in dust. Despite the discomfort, I couldn’t have been happier, all because of the view.

Specifically, the view of two perfect asses walking just a few paces ahead of me up the trail.

Familiarity with Sara’s ass didn’t make it any less fascinating to watch. Each step flexed muscles in her strong thighs and her butt cheeks took turns showing off their contours in her snug shorts. Her ass invited the eye to imagine how great it would be to spread those cheeks wide and take her. Just because I didn’t have to imagine didn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it.

Nozomi was slimmer, her shorts a bit longer and baggier. The sight of her legs pumping up the hill was not as overtly erotic as Sara. And yet… I couldn’t stop staring. I loved studying the flex of her calf muscles, the subtle sway of her butt, and the precise and confident placement of each step. Her shirt darkened with perspiration at her lower back, and I had the most ridiculous and lewd thoughts about sweat dripping down the crack of her ass and how much I’d love to help her wash those private places.

Embarrassed at my runaway imagination, I forced myself to look away and saw Matsu staring just as hard at Sara’s ass. He saw he’d been caught and pretended to be looking at something else. I smiled inwardly, thinking about Sara admitting to having a crush on him. Apparently he found her appealing, too.

Matsu stepped off the trail and picked up a candy wrapper discarded by someone else. He zipped it into an external pocket on his pack.

“Clear the area; leave no traces,” he said in a strange accent. I stared at him stupidly for a second until I realized he was doing an Arnold impression.

I laughed out loud, and then did my own terrible impression from Predator: “We move, five meter spread, no sound.”

Matsu laughed in response, and that’s all it took to break the ice between us. The rest of the hike had us talking endlessly about classic action movies and trying to outdo each other with our impressions. Sara and Nozomi pulled ahead of us so I couldn’t hear their conversation, but I could still appreciate the view from behind them.

I was so absorbed in our conversation that I was surprised when we reached the peak. We joined Sara and Nozomi in marveling at the vast stretches of wilderness in every direction. Sara put her arm around my waist, pulling her hot, sweating body against mine. From up there, high above everything, the world seemed simple and beautiful. I was grateful to be part of it.

“I need shade,” Sara said, and I laughed in agreement. Turning around, I saw Nozomi and Matsu holding hands and gazing at each other, oblivious to us. Sara smiled at me and led the way to a shaded area beneath a clump of granite while they had a quiet conversation. We sat beside each other, resting and drinking water, with only our ankles touching because it was so hot. Eventually the others joined us in the shade.

“We like your idea,” Nozomi said. “It’s very romantic. We’re going to do the same.”

Sara sat up with a bright smile on her face and took Nozomi’s hand. “That’s wonderful!”

“What are we talking about?” I asked.

Sara rolled her eyes at me. “I told Nozomi about our plan, and she said they’d been thinking of starting a family, too. Isn’t that exciting?”

“Oh!” I mumbled, my brain derailed by the thought of Nozomi naked and fucking in the next tent. Despite the heat, I felt my cock swelling and I willed it to relax.

Matsu was looking at his phone, walking to different spots. If anywhere around here was going to get reception, on top of a mountain seemed the best bet. After a moment, his face brightened.

“101 minutes 53 seconds!” he said. When he got blank stares in return, he showed us his phone. “Moon. Eclipse.” He tapped his watch. “Starting at eleven tonight.”

I couldn’t believe we were coordinating our sex schedule with people we’d only met today, but I wasn’t unhappy. Maybe we’d be able to see some of the eclipse through the mesh in the top of the tent. Honestly, it was pretty exciting to imagine having sex at the same time as them.

The walk down was cooler because the trail was now mostly in shade, but I still took it slow to avoid hurting my knees with the impact of each step. Sara and Matsu bounded ahead while Nozomi and I picked our way down carefully. Some of the steps were tricky, and I offered her my hand. She took it with a smile, but then didn’t let go. Even once the trail was smooth and gentle, we walked hand in hand. I liked it. The way Sara smirked at me when she glanced back at us, I knew she liked it, too.

“Sara is a special lady,” Nozomi said. “You are very lucky.”

I laughed and nodded. “You’ve got that right. I don’t know why she sticks with me.”

Nozomi shook her head. “No, she is lucky, too.” She squeezed my hand. “You are a special man. You are a good couple.”

Embarrassed, I tried to change the subject. “You and Matsu seem pretty happy together, too.”

“We are!” Nozomi beamed. “He always makes me feel… important.”

“I suppose that’s a good thing for a husband to do.”

“Sara tells me you think I’m pretty.”

I stopped walking and involuntarily jerked my hand out of hers. I felt my mouth moving, but I couldn’t form words.

Nozomi laughed. “Is it true?”

I looked down the hill. Sara and Matsu were holding hands now. Sara flashed a mischievous smile back at me.

Nozomi picked up my hand and wrapped it in both of hers. The panic left me. Inexplicably, I felt safe again. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

I nodded.

She seemed pleased. “Matsu makes me feel pretty, too.” Then, still holding hands, we continued down the hill.

* * * * * * *

Sara peeled off her sports bra and her large breasts fell free. I couldn’t help glancing around, but we were still hidden behind the giant boulder on the shore. Nobody could see us as we stripped for our swim. I watched the garment fly and land in a heap beside the tidily folded stacks Nozomi and Matsu had left.

I hurried to pull my clothes off and was slightly disappointed to realize I’d missed the rest of Sara’s little strip show. She was already swimming out from behind the rock, the silt in the lake concealing anything beyond the first few inches. I rushed after her, the water cool and refreshing in the hot afternoon.

We emerged from behind the “changing rock” to find Nozomi and Matsu a ways off, deep in a kiss. I couldn’t see anything, but just knowing she was naked in the same water felt thrilling. Sara turned to me with a smile and kissed me, too.

“I’m having the best day,” Sara said. “Aren’t you glad we stayed?”

I nodded and kissed her again.

“You told Nozomi I think she’s pretty?” I whispered.

Sara laughed, a twinkle in her eye. “We talked about a lot of things.”

“Apparently! Did you have fun walking with your new boyfriend today?”

Sara nodded happily. “Isn’t he great? He thinks I’m pretty, too.”

“He told you that?”

“Oh no, he’s too shy. But Nozomi told me, and I could tell by the way he looks at me.”

Sara’s face took on a mocking expression. “Oh, does it hurt your widdle feelings that your devoted wife is having fun with a new friend?”

I laughed and shook my head. “What has gotten into you?”

Sara smiled broadly. “All I know is that later tonight you’re gonna get into me.” Her hand found my cock under the water. It was halfway hard from knowing Nozomi was naked nearby, and Sara’s affection brought it the rest of the way. “Do you think you can handle that?”

I nodded and pulled her into another kiss.

* * * * * * *

Sara and I swam leisurely while Nozomi and Matsu dressed behind the big rock. I hadn’t been paying attention and didn’t realize Sara was heading out, too. I caught up to her just as she zipped her pants, her magnificent breasts still on display for me briefly as she pulled on a long-sleeved t-shirt. She looked at me expectantly until I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts stretched the fabric tight, and her nipples stood out sharply. My mouth hung open, and she laughed.

“Would you prefer I wear this?” she asked, holding up a bra.

It took me a second to understand what she was asking. How did I feel about Matsu seeing her this way? I’m not sure why, but I didn’t mind. In a way, I was excited for him to see. I wanted to show her off.

“You look fantastic,” I said.

She smiled, kissed me, and caressed my cold-shriveled dick. “You better warm this guy up and get ready to rock my world tonight.”

“It’s a date!” I dressed and hurried after her, finding everyone busy around the campfire ring.

I stumbled and only barely caught myself from falling when I saw Nozomi was also not wearing a bra. Her button-up shirt was a thin summer fabric clinging gently to her small breasts. I could tell from her look that she knew exactly why I had stumbled. Her hand covered her mouth as she laughed.

“Are your legs numb from the cold water?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “The water felt great, didn’t it? Very refreshing.”

“Yes,” Nozomi nodded. “But the best is swimming before sunrise. That will start your day off right.”

“Sounds a bit cold to me,” I said.

Nozomi shrugged, but she was still smiling at me. I fought to keep my eyes away from her chest as I stashed my dirty clothes and helped Sara pull out the dinner materials. Matsu was playing it cool, but I could see him also shooting strategic glances at Sara while building the fire. Sara seemed to be sitting up straighter than usual, pushing her chest out. I laughed to myself.

After dinner we sat beside the fire watching the moon rise. We shared the Maker’s Mark bourbon we had brought. Nozomi and Matsu were polite about it, and then shared a bottle of cask-strength Woodford that was far nicer. Warmed on the outside by the fire and the inside by the whiskey, I happily held Sara close against me.

Anticipating this night, I had fantasized about wild sex out in the open. Obviously that wouldn’t be happening since we had company. As we laughed at something Nozomi said, I was surprised to realize I wasn’t disappointed by the change in plans. We’d only just met Nozomi and Matsu today, but they already felt special, like maybe this was the start of a real friendship. Despite my lustful visions of Sara naked under the eclipsing moon, I was just as excited about doing the deed in our tent later. Sara was right. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to start our family on the same day as a new friendship.

Matsu pointed to the moon, and we saw the edge had started to darken. Conversation quieted as we relaxed and watched the eclipse build. The darker it got, the more impatient I became to retreat to the tent with Sara. I gently nuzzled her ear, hoping she would get the hint, but instead she turned to kiss me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and my heart pounded in response.

At first I felt embarrassed to be kissing so openly in front of our new friends, but I also loved it. I could tell Sara was turned on and I felt myself growing hard in response and hoping the dark would conceal it. Sara now had her mouth wide open against mine, her hand holding my head to hers. This was all moving so much faster than normal. If we were alone, by the time her kisses got this intense we’d be tearing clothes off each other. Obviously we couldn’t get too carried away, so I kept my hands safely on her waist. It was difficult, though. Nobody is as attractive as Sara, as utterly compelling. Feeling her sigh against me, I relished the deep sensuality that had captivated me since early in our relationship. I was happily lost in her kiss, forgetting everything except the warmth of her lips.

My eyes lazily opened when I felt Sara pull back from the kiss. She was smiling at me, impossibly beautiful in the flickering firelight. Her eyes held mine, and then she looked aside. Following her gaze, I saw our new friends beside us. I’d forgotten about them during Sara’s kiss. The way they were kissing, they’d probably forgotten about us, too.

I stared at Nozomi’s face. A distant part of my brain resisted, insisting it was rude to stare, especially at people kissing like this, but I didn’t stop. When we first met earlier in the day, I was struck by how open and friendly her face was. Cute, with a quiet dignity. Now, though, she looked stunning. The curve of her eyebrows, the gentle slope of her nose, the dignified line of her jaw, and the fullness of her lips all added up to a face that affected me more than I was prepared for. Nozomi was gorgeous.

When I realized how she made me feel, I turned back to Sara. I just wanted a special night with Sara, not to wrestle with confusing feelings.

Sara put her warm hand on my cheek, and my heart calmed. I took a deep breath and leaned against her, gratefully clinging to our connection. More than ever I wanted to get to the tent, but then I felt Sara’s hand gently turn my head back toward our new friends.

Nozomi was looking at me this time, and I flinched. Her face brightened in amusement at my reaction, but Sara’s hand held me firm.

Nozomi pointed to the sky. We saw the moon now totally in shadow, glowing red. She said something to her husband and resumed kissing him. Her lips looked impossibly soft as they interlocked perfectly with his. I felt like an intruder, but also like it would be rude to look away. Regardless, Sara’s hand wouldn’t let me. I surrendered to Nozomi’s gaze.

Movement at her neck drew my attention to Matsu’s fingers slowly moving down her shirt, between her breasts, then back up her side. A jolt shot through me as restraint dissolved. I hungrily stared at Nozomi’s chest, my mind desperately wondering how magnificent her small breasts must be.

Imagining her nipples hardening before me, I watched as Matsu stroked first one and then the other, never breaking his kiss. I felt frozen.

I turned my head away, afraid of how she was making me feel, and found my lips on Sara’s again. The comfort of her familiar embrace was brief, though. I felt her smile against me before she turned me back once again.

By this point Matsu’s hands had moved down to Nozomi’s thighs, caressing them gently. She sighed softly, and I glanced up to see her still looking at me. Still smiling. Still beautiful.

Matsu looked at us. We hadn’t been forgotten. His eyes flicked between mine and Sara’s, uncertainty in his brow, before Nozomi’s hand on his neck brought his attention back to her. She whispered something, and his face relaxed into a smile. Kissing his wife, Matsu unbuttoned her pants and opened the zipper.

Sara moved behind me, nuzzling my neck with her hands wrapped around my chest. I felt her breasts press against my back as she settled, and one hand dropped down to my crotch. My cock was already hard, but it jumped at her touch.

I knew what she was doing. This was the way she held me, and held my dick, during what she called “research.” Every now and then, she’d get all serious and instruct me to be quiet. With one hand she would operate the computer, showing me porn or reading me an erotic story, and with her other hand wrapped around my dick she would gauge my reaction. It was a little stressful and often embarrassing being under a microscope this way. She had a knack for finding things even I had no idea I liked. Sometimes she’d find something like a new sex position I liked, and she’d enthusiastically work it into our repertoire. Mostly, though, she simply seemed to enjoy the process of finding things that turned me on. In spite of my worries she’d discover something she didn’t approve of, I always felt closer to her afterwards. A little more seen. I could already tell what she’d find about my reaction to seeing Nozomi and Matsu.

I sagged against my wife in resignation. Everyone wanted me to watch, so I did.

Matsu removed his wife’s pants as she leaned back, lifting her hips. From where we sat, the blanket they shared covered all but her bare knees. He folded her pants neatly and set them aside. Next he removed her panties, folded and put atop the pants.

Nozomi looked at us with a smile, biting her lower lip, while her husband stared between her legs. Knowing her pussy was out, hidden from view but right beside us, made my cock jump. Sara pulled me tighter against her while I stared into Nozomi’s eyes, mesmerized. She seemed to have transformed before me. Gone was the pleasantly pretty woman who I could appreciate at a distance from the safety of Sara’s embrace. Before us now was a staggeringly beautiful woman, a woman eliciting unsettling feelings in my heart.

I felt Sara’s breath catch, and I turned to see that Matsu had fully undressed. Light from the fire played over his slim muscular form and reflected the desire glowing in his eyes. He watched us take in the sight of his body.

I couldn’t help staring. I generally found cocks unappealing to look at, but Matsu’s was different. Sleek and perfectly straight, it had an elegance I’d never associated with the male form. If any cock was worthy of Nozomi’s beauty, it was his.

Nozomi caressed his hard shaft while watching us. She knew it was gorgeous, and she was showing off. Teasing us. First Sara, but then me, too. Our fascination must have been obvious on our faces. I had the notion that Matsu had the best cock in the entire world, transcending everything selfish and ugly about the male sex. It seemed to shine with fierce beauty, its raw animal power undiminished and yet perfectly constrained by his open heart and unshakable decency. Matsu possessed something so rare I didn’t believe it could exist until I saw it: A wholesome cock. A trustworthy cock.

Nozomi lay back. The blanket hid everything except her legs. We all watched as Matsu moved between Nozomi’s open thighs. They gazed at each other, as if having a conversation with their eyes, finally reaching agreement.

I watched, astonished, as Nozomi’s expressions reflected the sensations of her husband slowly entering her. Sara’s hand twitched around my cock, then I felt us both exhale in relief. I hadn’t realized how high the tension had risen, how badly we’d both needed to see them joined.

Sara’s hand on my chest moved under my shirt and pressed warmly over my pounding heart. Her other hand gently stroked me through my pants. I leaned my face against hers as we watched Nozomi and Matsu make love.

“I have to move you to an eleven now,” I whispered. “Because she’s a ten.”

“They’re both tens,” Sara whispered back.

His thrusting started slowly. They kissed softly as a gentle wave rolled up his legs, tensed his butt, and flowed up his back before reversing. Nozomi gradually pulled her knees up to invite him in deeper, and Matsu’s pace increased. Steadily, steadily, he moved. Faster. Faster.

My eyes were locked on Nozomi’s face. I loved watching her react to each thrust, the little twitches on her lips, the soft gasps as Matsu filled her over and over. I could sense how much Sara loved watching them, too. In spite of how uncertain I felt about everything, knowing Sara was turned on made it feel okay. It was all I could do to not flip around and take Sara, but short of that, sharing this experience was stunningly intimate.

I’m a pretty confident lover. Sure, my early relationships involved a lot of learning, but by the time I met Sara my skills were solid. Of course Sara affected me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated, and in terms of stamina it was almost like starting over at zero. But I still took care of her from the start, and I’ve only gotten better. Much better. I take great pride in what I can do for her. To her. With her.

Watching Matsu, though, I realized what a clumsy novice I truly was. He moved with purposeful grace, an artist with his thrusting cock, Nozomi’s pussy his sensuous canvas. She revealed herself to him, to us, her every movement and cry expressing her naked heart. Matsu read her with practiced expertise and took her on an epic journey of sensation, rhythm, and pleasure.

His thrusting was hard and fast now. I was impressed with his stamina, but I could hear the strain in his breathing. Nozomi’s hair fluttered, beautifully dancing in the flickering light, as a soft cry escaped her lips. She turned toward us, her eyes locking on ours. With confident movements, Matsu thrust faster and faster as we all watched Nozomi’s pleasure peak. Her hands gripped Matsu’s butt as he grunted, finally relinquishing control and unleashing himself into her. Nozomi’s features stiffened, a beautiful cry announcing her orgasm as her body pulsed. Her legs relaxed, and she pulled Matsu against her. I couldn’t help thinking about Nozomi’s fertile pussy, flooded with Matsu’s love. Had I just seen the conception of their first child?

Part of my brain was telling me I should look away, that I should give them some privacy now, but I couldn’t. I stared shamelessly, my eyes as greedy to see the intimacy of their recovery as everything before. With soft kisses, gentle nuzzles, and inaudible whispers they returned to earth together.

Matsu slowly sat up. He made sure the blanket kept Nozomi covered, but didn’t hide his now sagging cock, glistening with the love they had made together. I could feel Sara staring at it just as intently as I was.

Fetching a packet of wipes from the bag behind them, he carefully cleaned up Nozomi and himself, then helped her sit up. Tossing the used wipes into the fire, he sat cross-legged, making no move to cover himself. Even drooping in its softened state, his cock maintained that same smooth elegance as it hung suspended in its frame of dark hair. Nozomi sat kneeling, her legs tucked beneath her to one side, her shirt tails covering her crotch but her bare thighs on display. Finally, they turned their attention to us with expectant expressions.

I turned to Sara. We kissed slowly, unhurried, the softness of her mouth against mine calming my nerves. Sara had always been sexually adventurous, but obviously we couldn’t do what Nozomi and Matsu had just done. That would be crazy. Things were already out of control.

Sara pulled back from the kiss to look at me. She held my head in both hands and took a deep breath. There was uncertainty in her eyes, but I knew what to expect. She’d lead us back to our tent, and in private we’d finally be able to do what we’d planned all along.

“I’d like The Works,” she said in a voice loud enough for the others to hear.

I was stunned. My eyes flicked over at Nozomi and Matsu, who looked confused. They couldn’t know what Sara was asking. I looked back to Sara. “Here?” I asked.

One of the many things I love about Sara is how she takes responsibility for her own sexual satisfaction. She knows her body and knows what she wants. Honestly, sometimes she can be really demanding. Many times I’ve been sure my tongue was going to wear out or my fingers would fall off before this woman was satisfied. But it’s always worth it. Always. Part of what makes sex with Sara so special is that she knows she’s worth the effort. Nothing makes me feel more loved than when she trusts me enough to be demanding, and nothing is more rewarding than meeting those demands.

“I need The Works,” Sara said.

Even when I thought we’d be alone tonight, I hadn’t expected anything so elaborate. The Touch and Go seemed the most likely. Maybe if I was lucky, the Kiss and Tell. But The Works… wow. It was my favorite. Her favorite, too, though she had to be in just the right mood for it. Wonderful, yes, but nothing about The Works was subtle or discreet.

“Are you sure we have time?” I said, glancing at the moon. It still looked completely in shadow; I couldn’t tell how much longer it would last.

Sara nodded decisively.

“I don’t think the blanket will cover us,” I said.

“I know,” she said, and there was nothing more to be discussed. I sat up and kissed her. The way her mouth opened for me, the rest of the world vanished in the warmth of her kiss.

I knew I could deliver; she was so aroused already that half the work was done. But could I do this in front of other people? Could we do this?

I glanced across the fire. Nozomi met my gaze. Sara and I had watched her face as Matsu smoothly entered her. We’d heard her pussy sloshing through his relentless thrusting. We’d seen the joy shining in her eyes as her body surged with pleasure in response to her husband’s ecstatic eruption deep inside her.

We didn’t really know them, but I doubted they’d done anything like this in front of others before. As Nozomi continued to stare at me, I saw the truth. The love between them was special. Two strong hearts fully committed to each other. They had shown us the most intimate and visceral expression of that commitment, that messy and vulnerable place where the physical blends with the emotional. They had trusted us to see beyond the merely biological, even beyond the merely erotic. They must have sensed Sara and I had the same kind of bond. That we’d be able to fully appreciate what they shared.

They were right. Of course Sara had seen this quicker than I had. That’s why she requested The Works. She wanted to show them the fullness of our bond in return. I understood now.

I pulled Sara to her feet. I turned her toward Nozomi and Matsu and hugged her from behind as I kissed her neck. I knew what she wanted—she had told me—but I could also feel her uncertainty.

My hands roved over Sara’s body, pulling her against me while I stroked her hips and her belly. I felt her stiffen when my hands cupped her soft breasts through her shirt, but I didn’t pull back. My lips gently nibbled her earlobe as I lifted and squeezed them, pressing on her firm nipples. When I pulled her shirt up, her arms reflexively held it down.

“Sara, my Sara,” I whispered, and that was enough. I felt her relax against me. I pulled her shirt up again. This time she let me pull it off, but she turned toward me, her arms covering herself. I held her close, her bare back warm under my fingers.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear. “Should we go to our tent, just the two of us?”

Her head pressed tighter against my shoulder, then she raised her lips to my ear.

“I feel out of control,” she said, whispering so only I could hear. “I want them… I want him… to see me. To see… us.”

Knowing Sara was also unbalanced made me feel even closer to her. She’d had a burst of confidence, but it had faded. She relied on me to take the next step. I don’t know why, but it was easy now. I trusted Nozomi and Matsu. I trusted Sara.

“I’ve got you,” I said.

Gently, I turned her to face our friends, her arms covering her breasts. Matsu’s eyes gleamed in the firelight, intently focused on Sara. Nozomi wore a serene smile. She looked incredibly beautiful as she relaxed against her husband in post-coital glow. Her smile didn’t show a hint of regret, or even embarrassment.

My head swirled with confused feelings. First, I wanted to ease Sara’s fears. I held her from behind and nuzzled her neck until her tension started to lessen. Second, as ridiculous as it was undeniable, I felt a kind of competition with Matsu. Like he was boasting by showing me his gorgeous wife and how excellently he could love her. He’d thrown down the gauntlet, and I had to respond. I wanted to show him how incredibly beautiful Sara is. I wanted them both to see the pleasure I could give her.

Part of me also was thinking about Matsu’s dick. I wanted to see his perfect dick hard and throbbing for my wife. Where was this coming from?

Another part of me was thinking about Nozomi. She evoked feelings in me I’d only ever felt with Sara. I was here to start a family with Sara. I was committed to Sara. So then why did seeing Nozomi’s climax make my heart swell? Sara is everything to me, but watching Nozomi quiver on Matsu’s cock affected me deeply. I wanted to prove to Nozomi, to myself, the depth of my commitment to my wife.

I was too saturated with lust to think clearly. All my confused feelings led toward the same conclusion, anyway: I was going to fuck my wife in front of people I’d met only today.

Kissing Sara’s neck, I gently lifted her hands. I trembled slightly as I pushed them down her chest, over her impossibly hard nipples, and finally held her hands by her sides. I felt Sara’s breath quiver for a second before she recovered.

Matsu’s mouth had fallen open, his eyes locked on Sara’s glorious breasts. Even Nozomi seemed captivated. My heart pounded. I felt so proud of my wife.

Slowly, gently, I caressed Sara’s breasts. Squeezing them, lifting them, lightly pinching her large nipples as they stood out so boldly. Touching her like this in front of an audience, knowing they also desired her, made everything more intense. My hands seemed to have their own will as they unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, revealing Sara’s white panties.

My fingers stroked the front of her panties, seeking the pillowy softness of her thick bush, but it wasn’t there. Confused, I abruptly put a hand down the front of her panties only to find smooth warmth all the way down to the top of her slit. Sara gasped when I touched her there, and I felt my cock lurch painfully in my pants.

I’d always adored Sara’s thick bush, soft and welcoming. But realizing she had shaved herself bare for this special night, shaved herself as a surprise just for me, was deeply exciting. Part of me mourned the loss of her bush, but it didn’t have to be forever. Hair grew back, after all. My fingers gently pressed the top of her slit, feeling her hard clit push back from deep in her folds. I caught Sara as her knees gave out. I had to lay her down before going farther.

Reluctantly pulling my hand from her panties, I made sure she was stable again before quickly pulling her pants down. I helped her step out of them, taking her socks off as I did so. Kneeling beside her, my face was right in front of her panties. That’s all she wore now, the white fabric wet with her arousal and clinging to the thick lips of her pussy.

I glanced behind me. Matsu’s mouth was still open in awe as he and Nozomi both stared at my wife. They held hands now, his grip tight on her. It hadn’t been long since he’d finished in Nozomi, but already his cock sprouted up full and powerful from the shadows between his legs, its elegance directed straight at my wife.

Turning back to Sara, she was also looking hungrily toward Matsu, but then her eyes returned to me. Her head nodded slightly.

I ran my hands up her legs, caressing her thighs, up over her ass and finally around her sides to her belly. My fingers paused as they hooked under the waistband. Matsu and Nozomi were about to see my wife’s pussy for the first time. In a way, so was I. Slowly, so slowly, I peeled the fabric down and saw her more naked than ever before.

I heard Matsu make a small choking sound behind me. You and me both, man. Stupidly, unable to move, I stared at the most gorgeously desirable pussy I could ever imagine. At first I was thrown off, as if coming home to find my house painted a different color. But as my nose filled with her intoxicating scent, familiar desire returned. My mouth watered.

Sara pulled me back to my feet. Smiling, she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. Lost in her kiss, I was only dimly aware as she unfastened my pants and finally freed my cock. Our kiss broke as she lifted my shirt over my head, turned me to face the fire and pushed my pants to the ground as she held me from behind. I couldn’t bear to open my eyes, being on display like this. I felt tingles along the length of my cock where I imagined Nozomi and Matsu staring at me. Thick, slightly crooked, and bulging with veins, my cock felt crude compared to the elegance of Matsu’s. But just the same, I wanted Nozomi to see it.

Sara could always read me well. I think she sensed that even a few strokes in this state was all it would take for me. Instead, her fingers gently wrapped around my balls, the warmth of her love radiating through my center. My cock bobbed under the open sky as my wife showed me off, wanting our new friends to see me as she did.

As if in a dream we then found ourselves on the ground, nestled in blankets, kissing and caressing each other urgently. With practiced ease I kissed my way down Sara’s body until at last my tongue slipped home between her legs.

Bliss! The rest of the world faded away. My brain sparked as I reconnected with her taste, scent, and heat. Sara often made fun of me when I waxed poetic about her pussy, laughed at how excited I’d get when she spread her legs. She didn’t laugh about what I could do to her, though. I had a mastery over her pussy that I relished.

And why shouldn’t I be proud? Sara was an amazing woman. Strong willed, intelligent, and fiercely kind, she was better than me in any dimension you could measure. For reasons I’d never understand, she loved me enough, trusted me enough, to surrender herself to me. It was deeply, deeply gratifying to know I was worthy of that trust. To play at that intimate intersection of her senses, to be rewarded with her delight… well, there I go again being silly. Please, just trust me that I found this profoundly fulfilling.

As I gently kissed the novelty of smooth pussy lips, my senses came alive, focused on reading every sign from her body. The heat emanating from her was obvious. I lightly pulled my tongue up the full length of her slit, confirming what I already knew: she was very wet. Pulling her open I felt her thighs quiver around me as my tongue found her clit, hard and sensitive.

I smiled inwardly. There was no real challenge here. This whole wild situation with Nozomi and Matsu had already aroused her plenty. I could make her cum in seconds, but why hurry?

For my own enjoyment, I pressed my tongue wide and flat over her pussy and slowly dragged it up her full length. It felt so different without hair, but my tongue buzzed just the same with that full delicious taste of her arousal. Knowing what she needed at this point, I brought my lips over her clit and gently drew it in. I heard Sara cry softly in response. She always fought making noise, so I could tell I was already winning. It didn’t take long before I felt her teetering on the edge of an orgasm, and then I cruelly pulled my face away.

Sara’s hips moved, seeking my lips, but I kept out of reach. The only stimulation her pussy got was the soft tickle of my laugh.

“Bastard!” she muttered, but she knew what I was doing. This was exactly what The Works called for. Getting her close and backing off a couple times first made the eventual orgasm even more intense. I loved it. She did too, but not while I was “torturing” her.

When I was confident her orgasm had receded, I slowly brought my lips back to her shaved pussy and got her worked up before I stopped again.

“Fuck!” she blurted. “Please! Please let me cum!”

Sara knew how much I loved it when she begged. I loved having her desperate. I sat up to get my arm at the right angle for the next part. Glancing across the fire, I saw Nozomi and Matsu were engrossed in watching us. Impulsively I pulled Sara’s legs apart a bit more so they could see better, and they leaned in to look at her open pussy. I loved showing off my wife.

Then I began again. Running my hands along her thighs first, I brought my right hand over her pussy. She was very wet, so one finger slipped in easily. I found the swelling I was hoping for at her g-spot, and soon brought in another finger so they could both stroke there. Sara’s hips started shifting around, her hair a mess as her head writhed and her breasts rolled over her chest. I stroked her, increasing the speed at a steady rate. Her hips started moving wildly, and I did my best to keep the attention on the magic spot.

Sara was making all kinds of noises now, and with a final cry I felt her body squeeze my fingers; this was my cue. I pulled my fingers out to make room, and she trembled as her body expelled all the tension at once. My hand was bathed in the most wonderful little sprinkle as her release messily erupted from her pussy. Nozomi and Matsu watched stunned, unable to believe what they were seeing. I couldn’t hide my smile, but I returned my focus to Sara. Usually, squirting brought her to a place where I could easily bring her more orgasms. My fingers focused on her clit, and sure enough I felt her hips jerk with a climax.

Her eyes had been closed, but they shot open now and she locked eyes with me.

“Now!” she said.

I didn’t hesitate. My cock was already hard and dripping with pre-cum, so in a quick motion I got things aligned before sliding deep into her.

I gasped at the feel of her pussy along my cock. I’d never had sex without a condom before, and in the excitement I forgot. It felt so incredible to be experiencing Sara this way, so much more intimate. I knew immediately I had no hope of lasting, but that didn’t matter. I’d already thoroughly satisfied Sara, so I didn’t even try to hold off. I pumped furiously, feeling my balls tighten as I smoothly approached climax. To my delight, my brief wild thrusting managed to give Sara one more orgasm, and it was that lovely squeeze from her that triggered my own. We came together, under the eclipsing moon, and I flooded her with my love, with our shared hopes for the future.

I don’t know how long I lay there collapsed atop Sara, my nose buried in her hair. I felt like I’d been wrung out from the inside. Sara’s fingertips caressed up and down my back, moving in the lazy, unfocused way that told me I’d done an especially good job for her. My body felt that primal, reptile-brain satisfaction of knowing I’d mated with the best possible partner for my genes.

Low voices beside us reminded me we weren’t alone. Lifting my head, Nozomi and Matsu stopped talking and looked at me. Nozomi wore an approving smile. Matsu still looked a bit stunned.

I sat up, the skin of my chest tingling as it separated from Sara’s after so long pressed together. All four of us watched as I slowly pulled my softening cock out of Sara. I felt a flash of embarrassment for everyone to see the mess I’d made, but then the feeling flipped. This “mess” was the reason we were all here. Instead of embarrassment, I felt a ridiculous surge of pride. There was Sara’s bare pussy, gleaming wet, thoroughly satisfied, and full.

Yes, we’d only met them today. We hardly knew anything about them. We’d skipped most of the normal ways people get acquainted, but already I trusted them. I’d never considered outsiders seeing all this, from the heights of our erotic passion all the way through to the sticky aftermath. Now that they had, though, I was surprised to find myself grateful. I knew they saw the beauty in what we had done, just as we had seen it between them. Their presence amplified my bond with Sara, my certainty that it was right to make a baby with her. They too saw the hope and joy represented by Sara’s fertile pussy dripping with the cum of her devoted lover.

When Sara sat up, Nozomi handed over the packet of wet wipes. I didn’t mind them watching as I cleaned up Sara and myself. In a way it seemed like their presence was helping me care for Sara. When I finished, Sara and I sat beside each other holding hands.

Looking at Nozomi and Matsu was completely different now. Maybe it was just that post-orgasm calm, but I no longer feared betraying Sara as I looked at Nozomi. I knew I was dangerously over my head in lust, but it still felt… safe.

Nozomi smiled at me warmly, then turned to Matsu who still stared at Sara with his mouth open, the spike of his straight cock rigid in the night air.

“How much longer?” Nozomi asked him.

Matsu made a noise and looked at her confused.

“The moon!” Nozomi said, pointing to the sky, then continued in Japanese.

Matsu looked at his watch. “Twenty minute,” he said.

Nozomi seemed pleased. “Just enough time.”

I didn’t understand at first, but Sara laughed. “You two go ahead. I see Matsu is ready—” She paused here, hungrily looking at his cock with a smile that made Matsu blush. “But my Will needs more time.” Sara lifted my soft dick and let it flop down, laughing again.

“No, both of us,” Nozomi insisted. “Will can do it!” She sat up, looking at Sara. “Men like to look, don’t they?” Nozomi continued. “All men like to look.”

Even in the firelight I could tell Matsu was blushing. He whispered fiercely at his wife, but she only laughed and then gave him a long kiss.

“He’s embarrassed,” Nozomi said, turning back to us. “You are beautiful, Sara, and you have made him very hard.”

Matsu started to whisper at her more, but she shook her head slightly and he stopped. She wrapped her fingers around her husband’s erect dick and looked back at Sara.

“But he shouldn’t be embarrassed by this, should he?” Nozomi asked.

I looked at Sara. Her eyes were locked on his hard dick, hard for her. She glanced at me and then back at Matsu, shaking her head.

“Never,” Sara breathed. “Matsu has a beautiful cock.”

His cock jumped at the compliment, and Nozomi smiled. “See?” she said to her husband. “I told you.” Then, turning back to us, she gestured at my sagging dick. “So does Will.” The comparison was overly generous, but I couldn’t speak to object. Nozomi… liked… my cock?

“I want to see it hard again,” Nozomi continued. “Would seeing me help Will to get hard again?”

I turned to Sara, feeling even more naked before her gaze now. She looked at me with a big smile and nodded.

Nozomi smiled excitedly and said something in Japanese to her husband. Matsu hurried to sit behind his wife, then wrapped his arms around her and brought his hands up to her chest. His fingers nimbly unfastened the top button of her shirt. Without hesitation his hands continued working down her front. I watched stupidly, my brain refusing to comprehend what was happening. Shadows danced in the opening of her shirt and I stared helplessly.

I willed Matsu’s hands to pull open Nozomi’s shirt while also fearing how badly I wanted it. Slowly, slowly, his hands obeyed my will. As the curves of her breasts were revealed, I realized I wasn’t frozen. I could look away if I really wanted to. I didn’t.

Secretly I hoped for disappointment. I wanted to regain control, return my focus to Sara, and return to safety.

I wasn’t disappointed.

Sara wrapped her arms around me and held me while I looked. Unsurprisingly, they were incredible in all the normal ways. Perfectly proportioned to her frame, sensuous curves, wide areolas and thick dark nipples just begging for attention. But it wasn’t their physical attributes that stunned me, that shook me to my core. It was the warmth I sensed, the aura radiating out from the purity of her heart and embracing me, inviting me to experience her beauty. Inviting me to imagine the joy of touching her, of giving her pleasure.

I stared in fascination as he gently caressed her with a confident and practiced touch. I relished seeing her caressed. Stroked. Loved. Matsu looked at us then, the smile on his face leaving no doubt about how much he adored her. Shifting behind her as he gently turned her toward us, his hands cupped her breasts. They were small, but he was holding them out… out toward us. His smile widened even more at our reaction and then he leaned in to kiss her neck.

This sight sent a thrill deep into my guts that erased whatever feeling of safety I had. I reflexively turned toward Sara, and she met me with a hand on my cheek and her lips against mine. Her other hand gently cupped my balls, the warmth from her hand radiating through me until it merged with the thrill I felt at seeing Nozomi’s nipples harden before us. Sara smiled at me as she pulled back from the kiss, then turned my face back to our friends.

Nozomi smiled broadly to see the effect she was having on me. Matsu’s hands were now stroking lightly up her belly, over her breasts, and down her sides. When he saw I was watching again, he unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and it fell away revealing the enticing tuft of black hair between her legs.

Very slowly, Nozomi spread her legs. I watched, helplessly rapt, as gradually her full hairy cleft came into view. My heart thudded as my brain ran in circles, each more inappropriate than the last. I wanted her so badly; to bury my nose in her beautiful bush and breathe her in; to taste her, plunge my tongue deep inside her, and learn her every secret. I wanted to make her feel pleasure like she’d never felt before.

Sara’s hand moved up and wrapped around my limp shaft, softly kneading it, encouraging me.

Matsu stroked up and down Nozomi’s outer lips, teasing me with a smirk, before pulling his precious wife’s pussy open. I heard myself gasp at the beautiful pink revealed within. Nozomi and Sara both giggled, but Sara kissed my neck to comfort me. Nozomi’s thighs relaxed open more in response to Matsu’s gentle touch. He seemed to know her pussy perfectly, even without looking. I slouched against Sara as his gentle fingers stroked her, lovingly teasing apart her inner labia. My body felt weaker, but as I stared at Nozomi, my cock felt stronger.

Matsu’s skilled fingers worked back up, carefully finding her clit and gently tugging her hood back. My mouth reflexively puckered, imagining sucking it between my soft lips. I wanted her so badly. I wanted to worship her pussy, and it thrilled me deeply to see how much that turned her on. I willed Matsu to stroke her, and he did. It almost felt like he was obeying the commands in my mind. Nozomi sighed and my heart leapt to think I was part of the pleasure she felt.

My higher brain functions were gone. My eyes had been locked on Nozomi’s pussy, but her sigh brought my gaze up along her smooth belly, over her pale breasts, pausing for a moment at her soft inviting lips, before meeting her eyes. As we looked at each other, she sighed again from Matsu’s touch. My heart ached to see the pleasurable sensations dance across her features, and I felt my cock swell in Sara’s warm grip. I imagined watching Nozomi’s beautiful eyes flicker with delight as I pushed my cock deep into her gorgeous pussy, and at last I was hard.

Sara jumped up and quickly got on hands and knees, bent over in invitation. Nozomi sprung out of Matsu’s arms and copied Sara’s pose, right beside her on our blanket. She was so close! The light wasn’t great but I couldn’t tear my eyes away their two perfect curving asses before me, their adorable little assholes, and their hungry wet pussies.

My dick had softened slightly the second it left Sara’s hand. Why wouldn’t it cooperate?

Matsu was on his knees beside me, and I watched fascinated as he dragged the head of his fully hard cock up and down Nozomi’s slit.

“Like me,” he said with an encouraging smile.

I glanced up at the moon. The eclipse was almost over. I couldn’t make it in time.

He gently shook my shoulder. “Not important,” he said, pointing at the moon. He picked up my hand and placed it on Sara’s back, at the base of her spine. “Important,” he said.

My palm spread flat against Sara’s warmth and I felt calmed to have my focus brought back to her. I sensed his focus on Sara as he touched her with me. That he was touching my naked wife, that his fingers were mere inches above her bare asshole, didn’t bother me. Through this touch I poured my love for Sara. Together we felt that intimate energy reflected back.

He picked up my hand and placed it on the same spot on Nozomi. She lifted her body against my hand, welcoming my touch. I cherished the warmth of her skin.

“Important,” he repeated. Again we focused our energy, our love, and again we felt it reflected back.

Finally he released my hand and grabbed his dick. “Like me,” he said, resuming stroking Nozomi’s slit with it.

I copied him, Sara’s wet warmth slick and inviting. I stared at his cock stroking up and down the length of Nozomi’s wet slit, and imagined swapping places with him. My cock on Nozomi, his on Sara… and I was hard. I was rock hard, and I finally pushed home into Sara.

Sara moaned loudly. Matsu pushed into his wife and Nozomi moaned just as loudly.

I pulled back and then pushed into Sara again. Another loud moan, then another from Nozomi as Matsu did the same. At first I thought they were teasing us, but it wasn’t fake. We were alone, us four. Nobody could hear us except the animals and the warm night air. We were naked animals, too, doing primal animal things.

I thrust faster, and Matsu kept pace. I watched his sleek cock slide in and out of his wife, her glistening inner lips reappearing with each stroke. I recklessly imagined stretching Nozomi’s pussy, feeling her trembling with pleasure as I reached places within her even she didn’t know about. Matsu watched my thick cock plunge between Sara’s bare pussy lips. I knew he too was imagining how good it would feel to bury himself inside her, to hold her as she shuddered in ecstasy from his skillful thrusting.

The women seemed to be trying to outdo each other with their deep groaning. Playing a game, together. Each cry fanned the flames of my lust. Without meaning to, I found myself joining in, grunting along with them. Soon Matsu did the same, and the four of us freely expressed ourselves to the wild night.

I watched the impact waves from Matsu’s thrusts flow over Nozomi’s bottom, along her back, before jiggling her hanging breasts and tousling her hair. I watched the same waves flow along Sara’s back from my thrusts, jealous of Matsu’s better view of Sara’s breasts.

The sensations in my cock had plateaued. Maybe I wouldn’t be able to cum at all, but I didn’t mind. It was as though the four of us were dancing together, singing together, and all that mattered was the connection we shared. It seemed like my consciousness withdrew from my vigorously thrusting body. From this serene perspective, I calmly accepted my attraction to Nozomi. Instead of diminishing, it strengthened my love for Sara. I thought about the hungry way Sara looked at Matsu, and loved her all the more. Everything was perfect.

Sara grabbed Nozomi’s hand. Watching their fingers entwine as Nozomi squeezed back overwhelmed me, and suddenly I was cumming. Buried deep, I felt her pussy convulse in response. It seemed like through their clasped hands I felt Nozomi’s body clench. As it surged up the length of my shaft, I even felt the rhythm of Matsu’s orgasm. Somehow I felt both of our cocks erupting deep inside these incredible women, flooding their fertile pussies with our loving, devoted seed.

When it was over, I looked up to see the very end of the eclipse. Matsu erupted in a howl at the now full moon. Laughing, the rest of us howled with him, four wild wolves joined as one and shouting our boundless joy into the universe. When the giggling sapped the last of our strength, we collapsed in a pile of naked, exhausted bodies.

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I awoke to the comforting scent of Sara’s hair and took an easy breath. As I became aware of the rest of my body, wrapped around Sara, I felt the vague sense of satisfaction in my core that followed a night of vigorous sex. Still not awake to remember anything clearly, I gently squeezed Sara closer to me.

The noise of a zipper jerked my eyes open to see a stunningly beautiful woman looking down at me through the tent door. She smiled in the pre-dawn light and my heart swelled in response. I felt like I knew her…

“Wake up, you two!” she said. “Up, quick!”

Nozomi! Memories of the night before erupted in my brain and I felt my eyebrows shoot up. Nozomi tossed her head back and laughed.

“Come on!” she commanded. “Hurry!”

Sara laughed as she rolled off me. She gave me a quick kiss and then unzipped the two sleeping bags we had zipped together. Stumbling out of the tent in our sleep clothes we found Matsu looking apologetic. The morning was brisk, but I still felt warm from sleep. Bare feet into unlaced boots, we let Nozomi herd us stumbling and giggling down toward the lake.

The sky was getting lighter as we climbed down to the shore. The lake was perfectly smooth, with a cool mist hovering over it. It did not look warm.

We all stared at the water for a moment, and then Nozomi pulled her shirt over her head. Recognizing the inevitable, everyone else quickly stripped as well.

Nozomi took Matsu’s hand in her left and Sara’s in her right. Sara took my hand, and I looked up the line of shivering faces. There’s not much sexy about wide swaths of gooseflesh, but the naked bodies confirmed that the night before had not been a dream.

Nozomi’s face broke out into a wide smile as her head tilted up to let out a wolf howl. The next instant she launched herself into open air, pulling the rest of us with her. Time seemed to slow as I watched three smiling faces plunging into the water.

I was now awake. My lungs emptied forcefully just as all vestiges of sleepiness were blasted out of my limbs in a single instant. I came up for air feeling alive and elated. I found the others laughing giddily, too.

It didn’t take long to realize the water felt warmer than the air. Nobody wanted to get out and face the cold air just yet. I found a wide underwater rock that was a perfect seat, and Sara sat in my lap so we both faced the ridge where the sun was approaching. Matsu copied us, sitting right up beside me and pulling Nozomi to his lap.

Our noisy splashes and laughs stopped. We listened as the ripples of our disruption to the morning dissipated across the lake and in its place the peace of the universe flowed back to us. Someone gently pulled one of my arms off Sara and clasped my hand with three others. My other hand moved up over Sara’s heart, beating strongly. I didn’t feel the cold as we watched the sky brighten in silence. When at last the sun greeted us, it found four people a little more alive than before. A little more in love.

Our hands released as Nozomi left Matsu’s lap to pull Sara off me and into a hug. Sara’s feet must have found something to stand on, because they didn’t bob as they held each other silently, heads pressed together. Any other time this would have seemed incredibly erotic to me, seeing my wife in a naked embrace with another woman. But as I studied Sara’s face, eyes closed as she and Nozomi held each other, it wasn’t sexual energy flowing between them but simply that wholesome, honest affection women seem to manage with such ease.

Sara opened her eyes and gave me a reassuring smile. Then she turned toward Matsu. Nozomi came over to where I sat on the underwater rock. But instead of a hug, she sat in my lap facing me, wrapped her legs around my back, and pulled her hips tight against me. I froze when I felt the shrunken nub of my cold penis abruptly pressed against her open cleft.

I was stunned. Her legs held us tightly together with a calm confidence. Despite the cold, or maybe because of it, I felt a connection growing between us completely beyond whatever numbed physical sensations were possible. Despite the intimate contact, it couldn’t be erotic; our hampered bodies couldn’t manage that. But the longer she pressed our cold-numbed genitals together, the warmer I felt my heart growing. Sara hooked her ankle around mine, and I was grateful for the contact. She was hugging Matsu the same way.

Nozomi held my head and stared into my eyes. “Pregnancy isn’t easy. You’re going to take care of Sara, right?”

I nodded.

“And help with the baby,” Nozomi added. “She shouldn’t even know how to change a diaper because you always do it.”

The paralysis eased a bit. I chuckled and nodded again. Nozomi smiled at me and it seemed like she saw everything I was, down to the smallest corner of my being. Having seen it all, she approved. I wanted her approval. I wanted to be as good a man as she saw me to be. Sara’s presence beside us gave me the courage to open my heart, and I kissed Nozomi’s lips. She tensed for an instant, and I relished feeling the reaction in her body as her surprise turned into welcome and she kissed me back. Touching her lips had closed the circuit. I felt the warmth of our hearts flowing into each other through our two points of intimate contact, and even the cold of the lake wouldn’t hold much longer against the heat of the passion building between us. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. I could sense something similar was happening beside us between Sara and Matsu. Everything felt… right. Perfect. My cock was a frozen little peanut pressed uselessly against her open pussy, and yet with just our kiss we made love to each other more meaningfully than I’d experienced with any woman until Sara. Lost in her kiss but anchored by the touch of Sara’s ankle hooked around mine, I felt utterly content.

A loud splash startled us. Nozomi clung to me, and my arms wrapped around her. Turning, we saw a deer standing in the shallows between us and the shore. It stared at us, as surprised as we were. Glancing over at Sara and Matsu, I found them also startled into each other’s arms. I was pleased to see Matsu’s arms around Sara, instinctively shielding her with his body. The deer splashed back to shore before bounding off out of sight, and we all burst out laughing.

“Uwa!” Nozomi gasped. I could feel her cold-hardened nipples drilling into my chest. “I was so scared! My heart is still pounding, feel it!” She pressed my hand over her heart, just above her breast. The rapid thumping seemed to calm slightly under my touch.

“Me too!” Sara said, maybe a little too eagerly, as she brought Matsu’s hand to her chest. “See?”

Keenly aware of the soft swell of the breast I was feeling under my palm, I was lost for a moment. Even in the cold, the thrill ran deep inside me, but then Nozomi’s teeth chattered. Awakened from my erotic focus, I realized Nozomi’s whole body was tensely fighting the cold.

“Time to get out and warm up!” I announced.

“N-Not y-yet!” Nozomi protested futilely. With one hand under her knees and the other under her back, I carried her out of the water. She clung to me, shivering and naked in the cold air, but calmly trusting me to take care of her.

It was obvious Nozomi was the only one uncomfortably cold—she was so small and slender, after all—so without a word the three of us each used our own towels as a team, drying her body and pulling warm clothes on her as quickly as possible. Her shivering soon stopped and her color improved while the rest of us dried and dressed.

I quickly built a fire and got the coffee on. Soon everyone was feeling warm, clean, and very much awake.

Matsu picked up his watch to strap it on and did a double-take. “Taku! Yabai! Shit, shit, shit!” He said something urgently to Nozomi, and she jumped to her feet.

“Our plane!” she said looking first to Sara and then to me. “We’re going to be late!”

Frenzied packing ensued. Sara and I offered to take in their rental camping equipment. They were reluctant to impose on us, but we insisted and that calmed things down considerably. They still needed to hurry, but it was no longer desperate.

After closing the trunk on their bags, Nozomi checked her watch and took a deep breath.

“We’re okay,” she said. “We’re back on schedule, thanks to you. I can’t thank you enough—”

“Forget it,” Sara interrupted. “We’re happy to help. But there’s one thing you owe us before you leave.”

Nozomi looked confused and then blushed as she opened her wallet. “Of course, for your trouble returning the equipment—”

“No, no, no,” Sara said, waving away the wallet. “Your phone number! Please?”

Nozomi’s face brightened, and she nodded happily as she grabbed her phone and exchanged numbers with Sara.

Afterwards Sara pulled Nozomi into a tight hug. When she was released, Nozomi glanced at me but suddenly seemed shy and held out her hand to shake.

I took her hand and held it. The magic moment from the lake had passed, but neither of us had forgotten it. She squeezed my hand meaningfully and smiled at me.

Turning to Sara I found her taking a less subtle approach with Matsu. She had her body pressed up against him, one knee raised to his hip, holding his head firmly against hers. Nozomi and I laughed, and they got the hint and wrapped things up, too.

“Sayonara,” I said to them.

Nozomi looked startled and shook her head. “No, that sounds too much like ‘goodbye forever.’ Instead, let us say mata zehi.”

“Mata zehi,” Sara and I repeated, though I didn’t know what it meant.

Matsu puffed out his chest and said, “Hasta la vista, baby,” in his Arnold accent. We all laughed.

“Now hurry up, you two,” Sara said. “Get going!”

I held Sara by the shoulders as we watched them drive off. She leaned against me, one arm around my waist and the other holding my hand over her belly, where maybe even now something wonderful was starting. When their car finally turned out of sight we didn’t move, but only pulled each other a little closer as together we absorbed the warmth from the rising sun.

THE END

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