Naughty Games

Literotic asexstories – Naughty Games by EZ_CUM_EZ_GO,EZ_CUM_EZ_GO
Mike and I have been married for a number of years now. Early on we made an agreement with one another in order to keep our marriage exciting and alive. We also established three very simple rules to live by. One, we promised one another to not let petty jealousies interfere with our marriage. Two, that we would always discuss things with one another and come to an agreement before doing anything. And three, that we would always keep an open mind to the possibilities available to us.

During the course of the years, these three simple rules became the foundation of our life style, relationship and happiness. We had an incredible sexual relationship. Neither one of us forced anything upon the other that we didn’t want to do. Though in truth, I cannot think of anything I didn’t try at least once and willingly. I may not enjoy some things over others, but following the rule of keeping an open mind, I feel Mike and I experienced and enjoyed things that we might otherwise never have known.

Like any long time married couple who truly loved and appreciated one another, we also established a level of trust that unfortunately we did not see nor find in many of our friends marriages and relationships. Mike and I could enjoy and experience many things that they could not. Not matter how much they might want or wish to.

Part of what kept things exciting for us both; was we loved to play games. This was something that we’d begun the first year of our marriage together. It certainly kept our sex life entertaining as well as exciting. As it has been late long into the night. But sometimes the intensity still burns and lingers long after the body finally gives out from exhaustion. In other words, I was still horny. As I began pulling out the things from the refrigerator that I needed to prepare breakfast, just seeing the strawberry’s, whipped cream got me aroused, and got me thinking at the same time.

I had heard Mike get up and head into the shower a few minutes ago, so I knew I still had some time to make myself ready for him. And I was determined to make this the most interesting breakfast he’d had in a long, long time! I got the pancakes going, cut and sliced the strawberry’s just the way he liked them, and then got the whipped cream all ready to put atop his breakfast stack. Hearing the shower finally turned off, I knew it would only be a few minutes more before Mike would come down the stairs and ask me as he always did…..”What’s to eat?”

A short time later, all was ready and waiting for him when I heard him finally begin to descend the stairs from the upstairs bedroom. Breakfast was ready and waiting for him. And the look on his face when he came into the kitchen to see that I had prepared one of his favorites was priceless.

“Oh my!” Mike exclaimed as he walked into the kitchen.

I was nude, lying on our kitchen table. I had placed two rather large pancakes strategically over my breasts. Each of these had a small “cone” of whipped cream with two ripe luscious strawberry’s perfectly placed atop each of these. Another small dab of cream, with a single strawberry filled my naval, a mixture of strawberry juice and cream then served as a pathway to the triangular patch of cream, and several strawberry’s some of which he wouldn’t know about until he actually started eating.

“Shit Debra. You are fucking amazing!” Mike said in wide-eyed wonder. And I was pleased as well as excited as I lay there on my back looking at him and enjoying the expression on his face when he had first seen me. That look turned to sudden worry and seeming disappointment however when we both heard a knock at the door.

“Oh fuck!”

“What?” I said, still lying as I was, paying no heed to the knock at our door. “Don’t answer it. Hell, it’s only 7:30 in the morning!” I added.

“You forgot. I told you on Wednesday that Bruce and I were playing golf this morning.”

Bruce was one of Mike’s old college buddies who had recently moved into a new home with his wife near us. They’d run into each other at the grocery store and had gotten to talking about old times. As they had always been avid golfers in college, the first thing they had done was plan a golf outing together. And of all days, it had to be on the day that I had decided to become Mike’s breakfast.

“Damn!” I said, sitting up slightly then, one pancake falling off my left breast and landing face down on the table. “Can’t you tell him to wait until you’ve finished eating?” I asked someone teasingly and suggestively, and still just as horny as ever, if not more so in fact.

That’s when I saw that familiar “look” on Mike’s face.

“Want to play a naughty game?” He asked looking at me.

As horny as I was, I wasn’t about to give up on everything I’d done for him, and if anything, the idea of some kind of a game being involved now only intensified the excitement I was already feeling.

“Ok….here it is.” Mike began. I’m going to invite Bruce in. I’m going to explain to him you’ve fixed me a wonderful breakfast that I cannot possibly duck out on. I’m going to bring him inside, and invite him to wait while I finish eating.”

“And?” I said…….now curious where all this was headed.

“And……the bet is no matter what you say or do, Bruce won’t join me for breakfast. He might stay and watch; though he may chose to wait outside in the car, or even leave for all I know. But “you’re” job is to entice him to join me for breakfast.”

“That’s it?”

“Not quite. You can’t say a word to him. Not a single solitary word. If you do, no matter what happens, I win. Deal?”

“Deal! And the prize?”

“You get to pick the movie tonight!”

“Done!”

Like I said, sometimes the game itself was the real prize. The reward was usually nothing more than a personal victory with very little significance attached to it beyond that.

Admittedly, I was a little nervous. I had never met Bruce before and had no idea how he might react, had no idea what he even looked like, or if I’d even be attracted to him. For all I knew, he was some frumpy college geek with a pot-marked face and broken nose weighing four hundred pounds. Of course…..that was all in my imagination. Even Mike wouldn’t do that to me.

I watched him leave the kitchen and head back out into the front room to answer the door. I thought briefly about replacing my fallen pancake, but then looking down sort of liked the way I looked with one breast uncovered, sticking out like that, and a little whipped cream smeared about it as though Mike had already started in on his breakfast when his friend had shown up.

I could hear the sound of Mike’s voice as he welcomed Bruce inside. Heard the brief conversation as he told him that I had made him a very special breakfast surprise, and that he didn’t dare run out to play golf until he’d at least eaten some of it. I heard Bruce’s understanding laugh then too, as well as acceptance to come inside while Mike ate.

I was even more nervous now; especially knowing they would soon be walking through the kitchen door at any moment. But I was incredibly aroused too. I might have quite a few very juicy strawberry’s sitting up inside my pussy, but it wasn’t the only juice that Mike, perhaps even Bruce would find there.

Seconds later the kitchen door swung open, and in entered Mike, followed almost immediately after was his old college buddy Bruce.

“Holy…………” Bruce said, not finishing his sentence. He immediately looked at Mike and then back at me. And then once again at Mike with a questioning look on his face.

“Bruce….this is my wife Debra. Debra, Bruce Hollingsworth.”

I almost said “Hello”. But caught myself at the last moment. Mike was a stickler for the “rules” once they’d been established. Had I have said even one word, I’d have lost the bet. Instead…I merely looked at him and smiled, moved slightly, and felt the last remaining pancake start to slide off my breast since there was a goodly amount of whipping cream that was making it rather easy to slide off my newly exposed tit with.

Bruce continued to stare at me. A combination of shock, surprise, and a near boyish grin which was also trying to break free as I continued looking at him laying there naked, saying nothing.

Mike immediately moved down towards the end of the table. He stopped briefly in order to lick out the one single strawberry and droplet of whipped cream from my naval. He immediately moved down then, sat down in his chair, scooted it up so that he was positioned perfectly, and proceeded to dine on the breakfast I had prepared for him to eat.

Bruce looked like he was ready to bolt. I am sure they had pulled some stunts and experienced some college type of shenanigans while going to school together in the old days, but I’m not sure that he’d ever experienced anything like this, even with Mike until now.

I was on the verge of losing the bet. I could see Bruce’s hesitation, even as his mouth opened and he fought with whatever words he could manage to say and make a hasty get-a-way.

I fixed his gaze with one of my own, and taking a strawberry from between my legs, lifted it up to my mouth and gently sucked it.

Mike hadn’t said I couldn’t move or “do” something to entice him. Only that I couldn’t talk. Sucking on the strawberry, which coincidentally was large enough and perfectly shaped like a head of a man’s cock, I licked it, teased the very tip of it with my tongue, and once again slowly sucked it inside my mouth where I made sure my cheeks sucked in so that Bruce, as well as Mike could see and tell exactly what it was that I was doing to it….and in a sense, could be doing to either one of them as well.

To my relief as well as delight, instead of turning around and leaving like I was sure moments ago he was about to do, Bruce instead reached out and taking one of the kitchen chairs, pulled it away from the table and immediately sat down. It would have been nice if he’d simply have sat down and helped himself to the dangling pancake perhaps that was literally hanging by a hard stiff nipple. But unfortunately, he’d pulled the chair far enough away that that simply wasn’t possible. At least he hadn’t left…so the “game” was still on. And though Mike might be winning at the moment, I wasn’t about to throw in the towel just yet.

What Mike didn’t realize until it was too late, is that he basically turned things around for me. As I felt his tongue snaking inside my cunt digging for the fresh succulent strawberry’s, the pleasure and thrill I was feeling from it was not only caught in the look in my face, but in the inescapable sound of pleasure as I moaned and then sucked in that strawberry nearly swallowing it whole.

I kept my eyes riveted on Bruce, and ensured he was seeing and knowing exactly every sensation, every little pleasurable thrill I was experiencing. Once again, I dipped another strawberry; this time producing one with a little whipped cream on it. This I smeared on my face, around my mouth, and then licked it off where I could manage to reach it, all the while watching him as I did.

At that moment, Bruce stood up. Even Mike looked up from the feast I had served him to see what it was that Bruce was going to do. I thought momentarily that I had lost that Bruce would simply then excuse himself no matter how “titillating” I had tried to be. But to my surprise and frankly Mike’s as well, Bruce then walked over to the table, bent down, and wonderfully began licking off the whipping cream from my exposed breasts and nipples.

“What women want!” I finally said aloud.

Mike laughed….actually fluffing some of the whipped cream inside my pussy when he did as his face was once again buried back inside it. “I’m sorry………what?” Bruce said sitting up to look at me, a small dab of whipped cream on his nose as well as his chin when he looked at me.

And of course I had to laugh then too.

“Oh nothing really. I was just about to say, what woman want…..is a nice hard orgasm before their husbands go off to play golf. If more men did that, they’d have fewer problems with their wives letting them go off on a Sunday morning.”

“I’ll have to remember that next time Mike and I decide to play golf again.”

This time Mike joined us, his own face smeared with pink and white mixed cream, not to mention quite a bit of my own by now as I was juicing like crazy myself.

“That’s right. A foreplay…before a foursome!”

“Speaking of which……..” I began. “We’ll have to invite you and your wife over for dinner!”

The look on Bruce’s face was the funniest thing I’d ever seen. A look of near panic set in for a moment.

“A real dinner.” I said then. “A good old fashioned sit down and eat something I cooked dinner.”

Bruce laughed still a little nervously, not quite sure if I was pulling his leg or not. Mike however was laughing uncontrollably, and once again not quite having removed his face entirely away from my cunt.

“Shut up and eat!” I told him. “Or you’ll be late for your tee-time!”

“Fuck that!” Mike said then. “I’ve already gotten my hole in one for the day!”

“What about you Bruce?” I questioned then. “You going to stay for breakfast? Or what?”

“Oh….I think I’d rather play “around” here.” He said….joining in on the quickly getting sillier by the moment conversation we were now having.

“Well….that’s par for the course!” Mike once again had to add to that.

“O.k., enough “golf” talk boys. Now……show me those putters!”

Bruce quickly glanced towards Mike as though seeking some assurance that this was ok with him.

“I assure you it’s fine.” I said. “And besides…don’t interrupt him, he’s eating.”

Bruce then produced a rather handsome specimen of a penis. It was about the same nice comfortable size that Mike’s was perhaps a little slimmer, and maybe an inch longer. Just enough of a difference to make things interesting.

Bruce stood next to me then, and began sliding his nice firm cock around and over my breasts, picking up plenty of the leftover whipped cream that was still there. At that moment I got another wild idea in my head. Grabbing the pancake that still stuck to me, I tossed it towards Mike like a Frisbee.

“Mikey?” I said. “Would you be so kind as to throw this in the microwave for about ten seconds or so?” I asked him.

Picking up the pancake I’d tossed at him, he swung around in his seat and placed it inside the microwave oven, which was sitting directly behind him. Setting the timer for ten seconds, he immediately turned back around to finish removing the last remaining strawberry in my pussy without even asking me what it was I was doing.

When the “ding” went off, Mike turned back around and retrieved the nice warm flapjack handing it back to me, once again saying nothing about what it was that I was up to.

With pancake in hand, I then “wrapped” the warm soft little blanket around Bruce’s nice hard cock.

When I did that, both Bruce and Mike were looking at me wondering what it was I was doing.

“Haven’t you heard of wieners in a blanket?” I questioned.

“I think they’re called pigs in a blanket.” Mike corrected me.

“Maybe so, but I didn’t want to call your friend a pig either.”

They both laughed then, though Bruce quit laughing as I then wrapped the nice warm pancake around his erection and began masturbating him with it.

“Damn Debra! That feels good!”

It began to feel even better as I began to nibble through the thin layer of cake and nipped at the soft fleshy center that I found there. Weak kneed, Bruce leaned against me a little more fully, now cupping and caressing my breasts as I continued flap-jacking his cock.

At that moment I heard Mike pushing away from the table in his chair. I also knew that he had finally fished the last remaining strawberry from my pussy. Standing up, I felt the head of his cock pressing against the opening of my cunt.

“Guess I’ll wrap my own little pig inside this nice warm blanket.” He announced, and seconds after that slipped his own nice warm sausage into my waiting biscuit.

Bruce was thoroughly enjoying himself. But so was I for that matter. As I continued to nip, suck and lick his penis, the pancake was slowly being shredded away and making quite a mess on me as well as the table. But I was also hoping to produce another sticky mess soon too. Tossing away the last remnants of what had once been a pancake, I then attacked his stiff cock with a renewed vigor, popping the head of his prick in and out of my mouth, making delicious sounds that did in fact pop as I continued doing so.

Bruce was still twisting and teasing my breasts, pulling on my erect hard nipples which was continually sending little electric shivers up and down my spine as Mike wonderfully continued to fuck me. With my legs dangling over one end of the small kitchen table, and Mike powerfully thrusting into me, it was easy to also have Bruce standing at the other end of the table feeding me his cock as I mouthed him at the same time. The angle was perfect, and his cock easily slid in and out of my mouth, partially down my wide-open throat. By the sounds of his own moaning and groaning, I knew that he was getting a superb blow job, even if I do say so myself.

When he tensed, his hands damn near digging themselves into my tit flesh almost painfully, I reached up cupping his balls and gave them a firm but gentle squeeze. Almost instantaneously with that action, I felt the first warm jettison’s of his cream filling my mouth. As horny as I’d been, feeling his cock pulsating and exploding between my lips triggered my own orgasm and I was soon clamping down hard on Mike’s cock as he thrust into me as deeply as it was possible to do, and then held it there. Mike knew me, knew how much I loved that. The feel of him filling me completely as my orgasm soared and enveloped me was truly a thing of bliss. My pussy spasimed, convulsed, spasimed again in perfect unison with Bruce’s own barely dwindling hot throbbing ejaculates.

Bruce nearly did lose his balance then, and rocked back on his heels sitting down hard in the kitchen chair, his pants down wrapped around his legs nearly tripping him. As my own orgasm finally began to diminish, I felt Mike one again pick up the tempo, and moments later, bathe the inside of my cunt with his hot searing spunk. That in itself triggered another smaller, though still satisfying orgasm for me, and I rode him to his completion and mine as Bruce continued watching the two of us with what could only be described as boyish giddy look on his face. Like seeing someone who knew they’d just been given something special for their birthday or something, and hadn’t been expecting it. Of course, when all this had begun such a short while ago, who knew just how special this particular Sunday morning would have turned out.

Even afterwards, Bruce and Mike headed off to see if they could get another tee time. Though neither one of them seemed to mind at all that they might not.

I on the other hand was left with a mess to clean up. Not just myself though I certainly looked quite the sight with smears of whipped cream; sticky with strawberry juice not to mention the stickiness of some other juices as well. But I now also had a horrible mess in the kitchen to take care of. Still, all in all, I had won the bet, would be seeing a movie that I really wanted to see later, and had just had two very satisfying orgasms. A small price to pay the way I figured it.

And even more importantly, a door had been opened for some future fun possibilities with Bruce, maybe even his wife too!

By Friday at the end of the following week, I had come down with some sort of flu-bug. It had put me flat on my back all day Saturday, and half the day on Sunday. When I finally did get up, I felt weak, but a whole lot better than I had felt. Problem was, I looked like hell too. And I certainly didn’t feel like fixing dinner, even when Mike offered to fix it himself. What I wanted was something quick and easy. I certainly didn’t feel like going any place fancy to eat, and so it was decided that we’d make a quick trip over to McDonalds.

As it had been several days that Mike and I hadn’t done anything “fun” as it was, I was feeling rather frisky, even though I certainly looked like something the cat had dragged in. As I like to feel “comfy” when I’m not feeling very well, I was wearing an old pair of cut-off baggy sweats, a matching cut-off midriff sweatshirt with the sleeves missing and no bra.

Jumping into the car we soon headed over to the fast-food joint. At that point, I decided that I needed some other kind of “fast-food” relief as well, and immediately reached over and unzipped Mike’s pants. Taking him totally by surprise, I’m sure primarily because of the way I looked and had been feeling, I easily freed his limp (now growing) cock and leaned over to suck it into my mouth.

Moment’s later Mike pulled the car into the parking lot of McDonalds.

“You want to go in? Or drive through?” He asked.

“Drife thu” I responded, my mouth full of cock which did give him a rather pleasant and different sensation as I continued sucking him.

As it was late in the evening, well past the normal dinner traffic, there was no one in front of us or behind us. As Mike pulled up and called in the order, I continued playing with his cock, and honestly enjoying myself. The “naughty” in me was feeling much better and getting more and more aroused by the moment. I felt the car pull ahead then as we headed towards the pick-up window.

“You’d better sit up now.” Mike cautioned me. But once again I just laughed around his cock and remained where I was.

Reaching the window, I heard a young male voice tell Mike how much the order was. A minute or so after that, he returned handing Mike the sacks of food, and tray of drinks to go along with. Positioned as I was, there was no place for Mike to sit down the food and drinks, so I was forced to sit up at that point in order to take them from him. When I did, I sat up, realizing that my top was up and over my breasts, and they were fully exposed. Mike always did enjoy playing with my tits while I was sucking him, and this had been no exception. Of course, the young male clerk immediately realized what I had been doing. He smiled first at me, and then at Mike.

“Would you like fries with that?”

All three of us simultaneously burst out laughing. I happened to notice at that moment that the young man’s face was crimson red with embarrassment. I decided to remain positioned as I was however, giving him the additional side view of my bare breasts as we slowly pulled away from the window. Catching my reflection in the mirror however, I wondered at the image I had left hanging in the poor boys mind. I’d forgotten just how “horrible” I really looked. And then laughed again to myself as imagined ruining any masturbation fantasies he might otherwise have entertained for several days at least.

“What’s wrong with you?” Mike asked, noticing the sudden change in my “mood”.

“I look like shit!” I threw back at him.

“I don’t think you do.” Mike said kindly. “And I don’t think he did either!” Reminding me of our poor little drive-up window boy.

“I’m not so sure about that.” I said, still looking at myself in the reflection of the vanity mirror.

Just then someone else honked and waved madly. And I realized I was still sitting there with my breasts hanging out for all the world to see.

“See? Someone else liked what they saw!” Mike prompted. “And so do I!” He reminded me, pointing downwards at his still hard, still also bared cock sticking up and out of his pants.

“By the way….did we get any fries?” And then I leaned back down to finish what I’d started to do in the first place.

The next week really dragged. But then any time you had important or exciting plans, the days seemed to do just that. Mike and I had been looking forward to a long weekend trip to Denver to visit and enjoy the company of our friends Steve and Doris. We hadn’t seen them since our trip to Hawaii, and frankly, I was missing them as well as the adventures that we’d already shared and enjoyed with them while we’d been there.

From where we lived, it wasn’t a long trip, but as was usually the case, portions of the drive was long, tedious and boring. It was time to play a game and have a little fun along the way to pass the time.

We easily had about four hours of driving time left ahead of us. The episode of getting honked at while I was sitting in the car bare- chested as we headed home from McDonalds gave Mike an idea.

“Here’s the deal. For the next two hours or until we reach the rest stop, you peel off your top and drive topless. For any “honks” you get, then I’ll give you five bucks. But, if you get less than ten honks between now and then, you own me fifty.”

I thought about his offer momentarily, but then decided that money wasn’t worth the bet and that we needed to come up with something a little more interesting.

“I have a better idea.” I told him.

Fishing my cell out of my purse, I called Doris.

“Hey girlfriend. We’re about four hours away from you.”

“Oh Debra….I’m so looking forward to seeing you guys again. We can hardly wait until you get here!” She told me.

“Ditto. Here too! Listen, Mike and I are trying to have some fun to pass the time. We’ve got a bet going, but I wasn’t impressed on the wager. So this is what I’ve come up with. If I win the bet, then Steve and Mike owe us an evening of fun and excitement…whatever we want them to do. If Mike wins, then you and I will owe he and Steve an evening. How’s that sound to you?”

“Sounds like fun to me, either way!” She said excitedly over the phone.

“That’s what I thought too. Tell Steve that he’s apt to be a slave some evening, because I have no intention on losing!”

Doris laughed. “I don’t doubt that for a minute!” She exclaimed.

I hung up shortly after that and looked at Mike. “Well? You game then?”

Mike merely grinned. “Bring it on bitch!” He jokingly challenged me.

Shortly after that, Mike pulled the car off to the side of the road, and I took off my blouse and bra that I’d been wearing. Stepping out of the passenger door, I began to make my way around the backside of the car. A semi was just rounding the corner of the highway at that point, and almost immediately as he went screaming by, the sound of his horn wailed loudly giving me three long blasts as he went past.

Looking at Mike just as he met me near the back of the car I was already grinning with the possibility of an easy victory.

“That only counts as one!” He demanded. “Only one honk per car.”

“Changing the rules are we?” I teased him. But that was only fair after all. One idiot on a horn all by him self could make me win if we actually counted single honks.

We quickly changed seats, and as I pulled back onto the highway several cars went past us, and though I did get one very hard long look from one of the drivers, there was no honk forth coming.

“Ah ha!” Mike exclaimed. Not going to be that easy is it?”

“We’ll see.” But I was beginning to have my doubts now as well. Especially as several cars coming towards us passed by without honking, and two or three passed us from behind without doing anything either. I then began to realize that perhaps they either couldn’t see I was topless, or weren’t really looking and didn’t know. Besides the one single driver who had stared at me as he went by without honking, there was really no way to tell for sure or not.

When the next car approached us from behind, I immediately got into the right lane so as to ensure that he would pass by us on the left. Matching my speed with his, though slightly slower so that he was in fact assured of passing us, I waited until he had pulled up near enough to us as he began to go by. At that moment, I sat up in my seat sufficiently in order to turn side-ways towards him, and thus managed to place both breasts atop the door and out the window.

The driver of the other car had glanced over briefly as he began to go by, then I saw him do a double-take, and actually slowed down as though trying to confirm that he had in fact seen what he thought he’d seen. Smiling at him, I waved. And immediately got a nice little “honk” for my efforts.

“That’s two!” I remarked.

“Hey! That’s not fair doing that!” Mike stated.

“Oh? We changing the rules again are we?”

Having won the issue on the rules, we spent the next forty-five minutes with me getting another six honks for my efforts. I was now at eight with just two more honks left to go, but I was also running out of time. We had just passed a sign that indicated the rest stop was less than two miles away. Once again Mike was acting smug.

“You’d better call Doris back, and tell her that Steve and I are going to be looking forward to a very special evening!”

Up ahead I spotted two semi trailers slow-going up the steep winding road of the mountainous area we were traveling through. I sped up just enough to bring the car right next to the first one, but had to make some effort for him to finally look over down into the car to see me. I waved…he blew his horn, and then I crept up next to the second truck with barely a mile to go until the turn off.

“Nine.”

I performed the same maneuver again. But though the driver looked and smiled at me, there was no honk. I had no choice then but to speed up slightly and pull in front of him in order to get into the right hand lane to make the turn. Doing so, I slowed down, not enough to make things dangerous, but as I hoped enough to make the trucker blow his horn at me as he came up behind us. Sure enough, he sounded a nice long wail on his horn just as I took the exit into the rest stop.

“And that’s ten!” I announced with a victorious gleeful shout.

“No fucking way! You can’t win like that. That’s definitely not a fair way to win at all!”

In the end, I gave in. I had to agree that I had cheated, if only just a little. Resigned, I told Mike that he and Steve could get together after we got there, and decide then to come up with something so that Doris and I would be able to pay off “our” debt.

Pulling into the parking lot, I noticed there was only one other car parked up near the rest rooms. It was a small red compact, filled with suitcases clothing and miscellaneous personal stuff. Obviously someone was either moving or traveling cross-country with a bunch of his or her belongings. One semi was parked down at the far end, but was far enough away that I didn’t worry about being “seen” as I got out of the car and initially just stretched my legs. Still “topless” but being that it was now past twilight and had gotten considerably darker; I walked beside Mike as we headed up the path towards the bathrooms.

“You really are gutsy. You know that?” Mike said shaking his head and looking at my bare breasts as we walked arm in arm up towards the bathrooms.

“Yes…and you wouldn’t want me any other way now would you?”

We’d nearly reached the point of separation where I could go into the women’s bathroom, and Mike into the men’s when a young, perhaps college age young man came walking out of the men’s room. He nearly ran into Mike as his attention was obviously focused on me. I nodded hello at him, opened the restroom door and went inside.

When I came out, Mike had not as yet appeared. I decided to go ahead and walk on back to the car, looked up and noticed that the young man was still there, sitting inside his car with the driver’s door open. Rather than walk back and get back in on the drivers side in our car, I purposely walked over to the passenger side.

“Hello.” I said looking at him. “Traveling across country or moving?”

He seemed genuinely surprised that I would actually strike up a conversation with him standing there with my tits hanging out, but I was still horny after all, and this was starting to get interesting. Suddenly I had an exceptionally naughty thought cross my mind, and new it would not only excite Mike, but also perhaps even surprise him.

“Actually I am moving to Denver. I’m going to be starting school there in a few weeks.” He offered. He was still eyeing my bare breasts, and the look on his face was quizzical as well as curious. “If you don’t mind my asking…..do you always drive around like that? I mean not that its any of my business, but its not like you see an attractive looking woman pull into a rest-stop with her boobs hanging out every day.”

I laughed then. “No….I suppose not. Actually, my husband and I were just playing a little road game, sort of helps to pass the time during the long drive.”

Perhaps my explanation actually made sense to him or something as I saw him suddenly relax and not appear quite as nervous as he had been.

“Gee….I wish I had someone like that to pass along the time with. It really is a long boring drive.”

“Well, perhaps I can make the balance of your trip a little more exciting for you then.” I said. The “naughty” in me just really getting warmed up.

He looked at me with a very confused, almost alarmed expression on his face. “What do you mean?” He began to ask.

“Come here and I’ll show you.”

I watched him hesitate, and then suddenly look back towards the restroom. “What about your husband?”

“Oh Mike? Don’t worry about him….if anything he’ll either want to watch or join in.”

Perhaps that wasn’t “exactly” the way I should have said it. He’d almost started to get out of the small compact until I had said that. “Listen…….” He started.

“No…no. I didn’t mean for it to sound like that.” I said. “What I meant is…my husband knows me, and won’t have a problem with it.”

“What do you have in mind?” He said suddenly interested once again.

“Nothing major…after all we don’t even know each other.” I said. He started to introduce himself but I put a finger to his lips and stopped him from telling me his name.

“No. I don’t want to know who you are. It will be a lot funnier for both of us this way don’t you think?”

He nodded his head in agreement, but I could see he was still a little leery, and even more so as Mike finally came out of the bathroom and headed back towards the car. He could see I was standing there talking to this young man. But he also had sense enough not to say a word as he approached the car.

“Honey? Would you mind keeping an eye out for a moment? I’m going to give this nice young man a hand-job, something to ease the boredom of the drive ahead. He’s on his way to Denver too!”

Mike did laugh then. “Should have known.” He mumbled. “O.K….but hurry up. I want to get going so that Steve and I can decide what we’re going to do with the two of you.”

All this of course was going over the top of the young man’s head as to what it was we were talking about. But it didn’t matter really. By this time I had unzipped his pants, freed his cock from his jockey-shorts, and stood beside him as he leaned against the car. He glanced more than once in Mike’s direction, half expecting him to maybe come over and get “involved” perhaps. And I could see that was making him a little too nervous. His poor cock, lovely as it was, simply wasn’t getting very stiff.

“You can play with my boobs.” I offered. And that seemed to do the trick as he reached up then and began caressing them. Almost immediately his cock got nice and hard for me, and we stood there next to his car with him leaning against the door, playing with my tits while I jacked him off.

“Somebody’s coming.” Mike stated then. And looking up, the poor boys cock once again suddenly beginning to deflate….

“Maybe I’d better leave now.”

But I wasn’t about to let him not get off that easily. I looked up then too and saw someone had in fact climbed down out of the cab of the Semi and was headed down the sidewalk, not exactly towards us, but following it with what looked like the intention of heading on up to the restroom.

Mike glanced over towards me, but it was a little too late to do anything about trying to cover up now. The “trucker” as it turned out was a largish heavy, though certainly not fat looking woman. She did spot me then; it would have been near impossible for her to have not done so.

She looked at us, stopped, looked again and then ambled over towards us.

“If you folks want to use the bed in the back of my truck….your welcome to it!” She announced laughing. “I’ve seen a lot in my time….so what the three of you’re doing is nothin much to what I’ve seen! And then…..”Just what are you doing anyway?”

“I’m just trying to give this nice young man a hand-job. You know, something to break up the boredom of the drive.”

“You know each other?” She questioned.

“Nope…just met him here.” I responded.

The trucker gave out a big bellowing laugh then. “Well if that don’t beat all. Maybe I haven’t seen and heard it all yet! And what are you doing?” She turned asking Mike.

“Keeping an eye out.” He sheepishly responded.

“Didn’t do a very good job didja?” She laughed again. “I suppose your next?”

“Once we get out on the road maybe. Unless of course you’d like to do him for me.” I commented.

Mike shot me a “look” like “what the hell do you think your doing?”

“You serious?” The trucker asked.

“Dead serious. It would save me some time, we’re already running a little behind schedule.”

“Well I’ll be go to hell.” She said once again. “Why sure…why the fuck not? It would certainly give me something to tell my old man about when I get back home too. Come ere….uh, uh.”

“No names…..it’s part of the fun.”

“Oh….ok. I understand.” she said grinning. “Well then….take it out. Let’s see it!”

I went back to fisting the young man’s prick, which thankfully had not entirely shriveled up and hidden itself away. Glancing back over my shoulder I was pleased to see that Mike was now leaning against our car, and the female trucker had his cock in hand and was busily jerking him off as well.

“Wanna bet?” I said.

“Sure.” Mike responded.

“What’s that all about?” The trucker asked.

“Private little joke actually. Something we enjoy doing.”

“One can only imagine.” Our new friend stated, and then got fairly busy milking my husbands cock.

Not to be outdone, I reminded our younger companion that he also had “boobs” to play with if he liked. And renewing his interest in them also seemed to renew the interest in his rapidly stiffening member as well.

This time I did win….by quite a respectable margin. As the hot sticky cum shot out of the young slim cock I was fisting, the poor kid nearly collapsed, once again out of nervousness I’m sure. And had it not been for the fact that he was holding one of my breasts with a near painful grip, he might just in fact have done that. I felt several squirts splash against my right breast and arm. When it was obvious that he was finished, I gave him a brief quick kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you.” I said. “That was fun. I hope you have a nice safe relaxing trip the rest of the way.”

“Oh…I will, I will. I know I will.” He said grinning damn near like a chesire cat. But he was also suddenly very anxious to get away too. Second later he was backing out and away from us, lights off, and headed out of the parking lot without ever looking back.

“That kid’s gonna remember that for a long, long time.” Ms. Trucker announced. “You about there yet honey?” She asked Mike then as I got inside the passenger side of the car. “I can see she’s fairly anxious to get going herself.”

“Oh…don’t worry about me. Take your time. I already won our bet. So Mike may as well stand there and enjoy it.”

She obviously still had no clue what I was talking about. But that wasn’t obviously important to her anyway.

“Let me know when your gonna cum honey….I want to watch it.” She told Mike.

A few minutes later, Mike did indeed announce he was there…though not in so many words.

“Ah…….Ah……..Ah……….” He simply groaned. And Ms. Trucker backed away, allowing the light from the nearby street lamp to better reflect on what it was she was doing. Leaning out of the window, I was interested in watching it as well, and saw Mike’s first nice hard streamer shoot lazily into the air and splash down against the sidewalk several feet away.

“Damn honey. That was good…can you get another one that far?”

The second was already arching behind the first, and though it too came close, it fell just slightly a little shorter.

She swiftly finished Mike off then, thanked us both and turned heading back towards the bathroom.

“Thank you!” I called after her as she left, waving an arm behind herself while not even looking back at us.

“Don’t mention it.” And I could hear her laughing nearly all the way up the sidewalk.

“Well that was certainly interesting.” Mike said climbing back into the driver’s seat. And then looking over towards me saw that I had completely undressed by this time.

“And so is this. I might add.” He said looking towards me. I already had two fingers deep inside my cunt, fingering myself one leg resting on the dash board, the other crossing over now to lay atop his lap.

“Drive.” I said. “Now its my turn!”

Minutes later we were back out onto the highway. Minutes after that, we caught, passed, and “honked” at our skittish little friend in the red compact. Even his own return honk seemed nervous, half a beep at best.

“Well…if nothing else he’ll have something to tell his college buddies.” I said.

“Yea…but they’re never gonna believe him.”

I thought about that for a moment. “Yea. Too bad. I guess they won’t will they?”

“Would you?”

“Probably not.”

And then I went back to self-pleasuring for the balance of our little drive on into Denver.

We pulled into Denver shortly before midnight. Both Steve and Doris came rushing out to meet us the moment we arrived. And I stepped out of the car naked.

“I see you had an interesting little trip over.” Steve stated.

“You have no idea.” Mike responded back to him.

Grabbing my arm, Doris immediately led me into their house. “Come on you weird little vixen you. Before one of the nosey neighbors sees you like this!”

“Yea…..” Steve added. “And before they all head over here wanting to party with us!”

“And that’s a bad thing?” I said jokingly.

“You don’t know some of our neighbors!” Doris responded as she led me up the walk into the house.

We sat visiting until the wee hours of the morning. Mike and I telling Steve and Doris about our interesting little experience at the rest stop. I also told them about the special breakfast that I had also served up Mike and his friend Bruce that past Sunday.

“Now that sounds like a lot of fun.” Steve laughed. “Perhaps the two of you can cook something up special for breakfast tomorrow.”

“Is that the payback we owe you then?” I questioned.

“No way!” Mike was quick to throw in. “Steve and I need to discuss that before we let you both off the hook that easily!”

“In that case….you can fix your own breakfast then.” Doris chimed in.

As it had been a long drive, and as I was in fact “satisfied” for the time being, we soon said good night to one another and headed off to bed. Sharing a thin wall between our room and theirs didn’t help much however, and as we attempted to actually go to sleep, it was sometime before Doris’s groans finally fell silent.

In the morning, Doris and I fixed breakfast. We were both wearing nothing but swimsuits as we had nothing planned except to lounge around, soak up some sun, and swim in the pool all day long. That evening we’d bar-be-que, fix a pitcher of Long Island Ice Tea’s and perhaps sit in the Jacuzzi and watch the sun go down.

A while later, both Steve and Mike entered the kitchen just as we’d begun laying things out on the table.

“Morning sleepy heads.” I said

Mike and Steve were both grinning.

“Ah oh!” Doris exclaimed turning around as they came into the room and sat down at the table. “They’ve decided our fate I think.”

“You know Doris…I do believe your right! O.k. guys, what have you come up with?”

“Go ahead Mike, you tell em. After all, you were the one that really won the bet.”

Mike crammed half a piece of toast into his mouth first, took his time chewing it before finally speaking, obviously he was enjoying this.

“Well, Steve and I decided that since none of us really had any major plans today, that it would be the perfect day for the two of you to own up to the bet.”

“And?” I began.

“And….” Mike continued then. “That means, between now and midnight to night, every time either one of us gets a hardon, one, or both of you will be expected to take care of it by whatever means you choose, but it will be ongoing, anytime anyplace that “we” choose.”

“Ok, but I’m not really seeing the downside here.” Doris jumped in.

Then Steve laughed. “The downside as you call it is this, if in the process of getting either one of the two of us off….you manage to get off yourself, then great. However, if either one of you don’t manage to get off, then neither Mike or I will be expected or required to do anything to help you achieve it.”

“Why you little bastards!” Doris finally said understanding that there truly was a downside to all this. “Is that fair Debra?”

“Under the circumstances I’d have to say yes. So I guess we’ll just have to ensure we either help each other out occasionally, or make it last for them until we do I suppose.”

“And this little game starts when?” Doris said turning back around to face the guys.

“Right now in fact.” Steve said, parting his bathrobe and revealing that he had indeed a nice hard erection.

“What about you Mike?” I asked him, wondering if he too was naked beneath his bathrobe, and almost sure that he was.

“Not yet…perhaps after breakfast. The three of you go right on ahead. I’m hungry and want to build up a little stamina first.”

As Mike started in on his peaches and cream, Doris and I dutifully started in on Steve’s stiff prick. “Oh….one more thing.” Mike said, drooling cream from out of the corner of his mouth while he spoke with a mouthful. And I laughed, because it looked a lot like something else instead.

“Here we go….Mike’s famous for making up the rules as he goes along.”

Giving me a hard look, cream still dribbling off his chin….”I don’t either!” He said defensively.

“Ok, ok….what then?”

With a smug look on his face now he continued. “Neither one of you can wear any clothing between now and midnight either.”

“Hey…wait a minute. If I spend too much time by the pool I’ll sun burn my tits!” Doris exclaimed.

“Then I guess you’d better wear plenty of sun-block, stay in the water, or….spend less time outside!”

“I thought this was sounding a little too easy.” I said. “Any more rules that we don’t know about?”

Mike grinned wickedly. “I’ll let you know as things progress.” He concluded.

“Ah huh….I thought so.”

Doris was already starting to kneel down on the floor between his legs. “Steve’s a quick cummer in the morning.” She stated….”And especially if it’s a blow-job.”

“Wait a minute.” I said, throwing in my two cents. “Maybe I’m interested in having one myself!” As agreed, I quickly removed my bikini and tossed it over on the table. Pushing Doris out of the way, she somewhat gratefully allowed me to climb onto Steve’s lap, and I easily felt him slide inside me.

“You go girl!” Doris said urging me on. And I began fucking Steve’s cock with hard felt thrusts of my pelvis as I cunt-slapped his lap with ever increasing speed and need.

“Damn Debra…how come you never fuck me like that?” Mike said with a feigned injured tone to his voice. Looking over, I noticed then that his own cock was now hardening and beginning to peek through the fold of his bathrobe.

“Ah oh Doris….looks like you’re on deck!”

Doris had just finished pulling off her own swimwear and turned towards my husband. “Guess we’re both going to be a little busy here.” She said.

Doris was right about one thing unfortunately. Steve was a very quick cummer first thing in the morning. We’d hardly been going at it more than about two minutes, though admittedly I was, or actually had been fucking him pretty hard. Feeling his ejaculate suddenly spewing inside my pussy, I tried as I might to tickle that special little place inside my cunt and bring about my own orgasm. Unfortunately….I failed. Softening, I felt Steve’s cock wiggle free of my extremely sloppy pussy. And he of course just looked at me with a sheepish smile on his face.

“How you doing? Need me to take over?” I asked somewhat hopefully. But by this time it was obvious that Doris was trying as hard as she might as well to also achieve her orgasm before Mike did.

“No way Jose’! I’m getting closer here….if Mike can hold out for just a few more minutes!”

But just as she said that….we all saw Mike’s strained face, and I knew as I had seen it a thousand times before that she was going to be left high and dry (so to speak) as well. Try as she might to stay with him, Mike came pumping his luscious semen into my friend’s cunt, and then just like Steve, he too was finished.

“They’re doing this on purpose!” Doris nearly yelled.

“Maybe.” I mused as Steve got up to head upstairs to shower.

“Well Ladies, I’m off for a swim myself. See you in a few!” Mike said, and then he too got up and went outside.

“I’m not sure I’m going to really enjoy this.” Doris sat fuming; her cheeks still flushed with unfulfilled desire.

“Maybe, maybe not. Actually, it really could get interesting if you think about it. I don’t think Mike and I have had sex twice in one day since the four of us came back from Hawaii.”

“True.” Doris said. “But I still think it stinks. I’m horny as ever now.”

“And maybe girl-friend, that’s exactly what they’re trying to do, keep us that way.”

“Ya think? Well they’re certainly succeeding then!”

Doris and I then sat down to fix some breakfast for ourselves, after which we began cleaning up the kitchen.

“And running around naked all day long isn’t going to help either!”

Mike came back inside then as Doris and I stood over the sink washing up the few dishes remaining from breakfast. Sitting down at the kitchen table, we knew Mike was staring at the two of us from behind. A second or so later he came up from behind us. Feeling his once again hard stiff member pressing against my ass, I started to turn around to face him.

“No…you two stay just like that.” He said. I spread my legs then, bending slightly over the sink as I felt his shaft probe, then slip up inside my still wet pussy.

“Ah….that’s it. Yes. Just like that.” I heard myself breathlessly telling him. Mike slipped his nice hard cock in and out of me for perhaps a half a dozen times. Suddenly I felt him withdraw, stepping over and behind Doris. I watched him reach around and cup her magnificent full breasts, he then pressed himself up against her, and Doris spread her legs for him invitingly.

“Ohhhhh” Doris moaned as Mike began slowly moving in and out of her pussy. “Don’t you dare stop either!” She warned him. And by the sound of her voice, I actually thought she meant it too.

Six, perhaps seven strokes, and he did pull out however, once again moving back over and behind me.

“Oh Mike…play with my tits too, just like the way you were doing with Doris…that was so hot!”

Reaching up, he did just that. Tweaking and pinching my nipples, he rolled them between his fingers, and his cock once again did delightful things inside my pussy. I was near flowing a river of lubrications now, feeling them accumulate and begin to saturate the inside of my cunt and trickle down my legs. But all too soon…Mike once again pulled out and stepped back over behind Doris. And I watched him again, still bent over the sink, my own hand slipping down between my legs frigging myself as I stood there watching the two of them….my best friend, my husband fucking. And it was beautiful seeing them together, watching the exquisite dance of their coupling taking place in front of my eyes.

Back and forth, back and forth between us. A half dozen strokes, no more, no less. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast as he pistoned in and out of both of us together as we stood watching, heated, breathless.

To both my delight as well as my dismay, I heard and then watched Doris as she finally managed to swim over the edge into ecstasy.

“Mike! If you pull out of her now….I’ll kill you myself!” I warned him. And I was serious!

Thankfully he didn’t, realizing of course that Doris was in fact finally experiencing and enjoying her long awaited, long needed climax.

“Oh….Oh….Oh.” She kept repeating over and over. Each deep-throated spoken word only emphasizing the waves and contractions as her pussy gushed forth the womanly spray of her orgasm. I had missed seeing that, seeing Doris cum. It was erotic, perhaps one of the most erotic things I’d ever witnessed, and Doris just pumped geysers at times, though now she just seemed to be gushing it out and around his cock in think pearly streams of her juice which ran in clear succulent looking little streams between her legs, and down her thighs.

Staying with her, Mike came then too. And once again, I was left standing though determined now more than ever to get myself off at least.

As Mike stepped away from Doris, once again sitting down nearly exhausted in his seat, the sound of Steve coming back down stairs from having taken his shower gave me renewed hope. Doris though still standing, remained bent over the sink, she too had dropped her hand down between her legs, but it wasn’t in an effort to frig herself off like I was standing there doing, it was to continue to experience the still slowly fading contractions that she felt as she’d wormed her finger inside herself, and merely allowed it to remain there.

“Damn! I miss something?” Steve asked as he came into the room.

“No….but I sure did!” I threw at him. “Unless of course you might be interested in rectifying that!”

Seeing his wife bent over the sink as she was, I looked down and was delighted to see his cock twitch, obviously considering the possibilities.

“Mike just fucked your wife to death bent over the sink!” I said, hoping the worded image might also entice him along with the visual one I was trying to give him.

“I can see that! How was it Mike?” He asked turning to where he was still sitting trying to recuperate.

“Great………” Was about all he could manage to say. “But you’d better hurry up and fuck Debra, or I think she’ll kill one or both of us if you don’t.”

“You’ve got that right!” I said, pointedly fixing my attention at Steve, near willing his cock to rise and show me he was interested. And then….to my delight, it did!

Mike watched…..Steve fucked. And it was both of us again, which Doris was more than happy to accommodate in doing. Though she had a very nice, very hard long orgasm, she always managed to enjoy a string of little quivering one’s shortly after that, which she said felt like a little like the cold morning shivers when you first get up to take a pee. Though with a nice added tingle between the legs to go along with.

Steve managed to send me on to the next level, and as my own cunt finally exploded with a burst of heaven sent rapture, I closed my eyes and allowed the warm feel of his own spunk to shoot up and scorch the outside of my flesh.

“Mike told you I liked that didn’t he?” I said turning around, grasping Steve’s cock and then bending over to suck out the last remaining traces of his cum. I felt his spunk slowly rolling down the middle of my back…and then I too enjoyed the little shivers that Doris had as the last ebbing waves of my orgasm and Steve’s trailed off together.

“Whew! Steve said, stepping back then. And just think…its only ten in the morning!”

Doris laughed then. “There’s no way the too of you are going to be able to keep this up all day!” She announced.

“We’ll see….” Mike intimated. “We’ll see.”

A half an hour after that, Doris and I were out having a swim in the pool. The boys soon emerged from the house carrying a pitcher of Long Island Iced Tee’s…or “lits” as we called them, as after a few, you really were “lit”.

The guys sat down at the patio table, equally as nude as we were and poured everyone a drink.

“It sure is going to be a hot one today.” Mike announced, and then I watched him, surpise filling my stunned face as he reached into his glass, withdrew an ice-cube and began rubbing it up and down his rapidly hardening cock.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said, pointing out the obvious at Doris. “He hasn’t been like this since our honeymoon….or Hawaii anyway!”

And then we noticed that Steve had joined him, also once again sporting an erection and waving an ice cube towards his wife as well.

“Come here honey!’ He said inviting her. “I have something for you to help me cool off with!”

“What the hell is going on?” I said looking towards Doris, slowly climbing up the short steps from the pool towards them. But she merely shrugged her own shoulders, just as confused and amazed as I was. “Must be our “reunion” getting together again that’s got them all fired up.

“Well I’m glad to see that….I think!” I stated, just then reaching Mike and taking the ice-cube from him that he now handed me.

And then…side by side kneeling down before them like the two “humbled” servants we’d become, Doris and I gave our husbands a Long Island Iced BlowJob. We even switched places after a time, hoping the differing stimulation’s might actually speed up the process. Not that I minded giving a blowjob, I didn’t. I loved doing it nearly any time any day. But honestly, I was getting just a little worn out myself, and was finding it a little disconcerting that the guys seemed to be out pacing us.

We did finally catch a breather. Enjoying a long satisfying lunch, something that along with several Ice Tees’s, soon had me feeling a little sleepy. I decided it was definitely time for a nap. Steve was also snoozing in one of the lounge chairs as well, so I took the opportunity while I had it to lay down in the other one next to him.

Doris had taken a large beach towel and gone over to the diving board where she had spread it out across it, and was now laying down, face up sunbathing, and snoozing a little herself. I watched Mike swim across the pool, pull himself up and begin to walk around towards the board. He was following yet another hardon.

Frankly, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been just a little over two hours, and Mike was swiftly moving towards Doris with a lustful grin spreading across his face. I was just about to shout out in an attempt to warn her when Mike sprinted the rest of the way, jumped up on the board, and then on poor old unsuspecting Doris.

“What the…….” She left off saying. As Mike positioned himself once again between my friends legs and began toying the tip of his cock at the now easily spread opening of her pussy. I saw her roll her head looking over in my direction.

“Glad its you and not me he wants!” I teased at her. She laughed, bent her legs at the knee and helped Mike slide his cock once again back inside her now thoroughly used cunt. I watched them fucking there on the diving board. Watched the subtle movement of it as it bounced slightly beneath them while Mike slow-fucked her, obviously intent to do it slowly this time, and with far less urgency that I had seen him doing and performing earlier. Once again, it was very sexy, extremely sensual to see the two of them nude, lying atop the board moving and pressing against one another in a long slow almost languid coupling. Just then, I saw Steve’s hand reach over and begin fondling one of my breasts. Tearing my eyes away from Mike and Doris, I looked at him, looked at his crotch and wasn’t at all surprised to see his purple headed monster stiffening and throbbing once again. Resigned, I stood up, moved over, and sat down on his lap, fingered and toyed with him momentarily warming up to the inevitable, and then slipped him inside me. Like Mike and Doris were doing, we fucked slowly at first as well, barely moving in fact. But eventually, the stimulation finally took over, and we began moving and thrusting against one another in ever growing wilder and wilder abandonment.

Doris’s high pitched squeal told me she’d had yet another orgasm, and least that was something. Mike wouldn’t leave her hanging again at least. And I spun around on Steve’s cock without un-cunting him so I could watch the finale taking place across the pool. Mike had moved up between Doris’s tits at that point, and I was just in time to see a small “squirtlet” of Mike’s cum splash against and between her breasts. It was quickly followed by another one, but not much more after that.

“He’s finally drying up!” I silently said to myself. Still amazed that the boy’s had managed to keep it up this long.

I knew that there was no way I was going to have another one. Not yet anyway. But as Steve neared his own climax, I decided to save my self from becoming too sore too early. I slid off of him then, slipping down to lay beside him in the lawn chair. Slipping his cock inside my mouth, I sucked and felt the salty sweet stream of Steve’s cum shooting inside my mouth. Like Mike, there wasn’t a lot. I would have been surprised had there of been. Swallowing every drop he managed to produce was fairly easy and took very little effort.

“Feel better now?” I sat up grinning at him. “You good for a while now?” I asked again somewhat sarcastically, “Long enough so I can go in and take a pee?”

“If you hurry.” Steve responded.

I gave him a playful slap across his only slightly softened prick. “I’m beginning to think that’s true.”

Doris and Mike had walked over to join us, just reaching us as I stood up and then motioned for Doris to join me back inside the house. We left the boys sitting out by the pool and went back inside.

“Maybe if we stay away…you know, out of sight of them for a while they’ll leave us alone!”

“Good idea.” Doris agreed. “I’m about all “sunned” out anyway, and I really could use a nice long hot shower.

“Damn…that sounds like an excellent Idea.” I added. “You mind if I join you?”

“No…not at all, unless you have any other ideas about joining me in the shower. Then the answer is No!” She half teased, half said seriously.

“No worries kiddo. Another time yes…absolutely. I would like to spend at least one afternoon licking your pussy. But I’m too damn exhausted myself to even consider it!

“In that case…lets go!” Following Doris, we headed upstairs towards the bathroom and a much needed refreshing shower. Tired as I was, watching her sweet ass heading upstairs just in front of me gave me pause. “Nah….she’d kill me.” I thought to myself silently, and then settled for actually just showering, and hoping in some way to actually recuperate.

Doris and I did enjoy a nice long relaxing shower together. We tumbled into bed afterwards, tired, exhausted and relaxed. Somehow we managed to sleep away most of the rest of the afternoon. But then as evening came on….so did the “guys” once again.

They’d come up stairs into the bedroom to wake us up, and inform us they’d ordered in pizza. As it would be here in less than an hour, they then told us to put on something sexy, and then come downstairs as they had yet another surprise idea waiting to tell us about. Doris groaned….and I whispered under my breath, “Now what?” Still, it was a little exciting to actually put clothes on, which Doris and I quickly did all the while wondering what it was that the guys were up to.

I’d only brought one nightgown with me. I put on a sheer black floor-length negligee that had a laced pattern criss-crossing my breasts, and just hiding them enough so as not to be able to see them completely. A matching pair of crotch-less black panties completed the ensemble. Doris put on a “shorty” nightgown, baby blue. It tied in front, but left a fair amount of cleavage revealed, which really highlighted her magnificently proportioned breasts. Satisfied with the way we now looked, we soon headed back downstairs to see what surprise the boy’s had obviously been planning.

As we’d hoped, both Doris and I received very appreciative looks from our husbands when we finally joined them in the living room.

“Oh yea!” Steve stated, his eyes wandering up and down each of us. “This is gonna be fun!”

“Just what are the two of you up to anyway?” Doris questioned.

Mike had poured each of us a glass of wine and now walked over handing us one.

“Here’s the deal. Steve and I are going to give the two of you a chance to get even. That, or end up owing us another day.”

“You couldn’t handle another day!” Doris exclaimed.

“Shut up Doris!” I jokingly responded. “I’m not really too sure about that just now!”

“So……what are you proposing then?” Doris went on asking them.

“The pizza delivery will be here in about twenty minutes. Your challenge will be to seduce them, no matter what they look like after they get here. Steve’s set up the camera so we can watch the three of you from the den. If you can seduce them, then we’ll do whatever the two of you want to do tomorrow. If you can’t….then Steve and I get another free day of pampering, and whatever or whenever we want something. Deal?”

Much to Doris’s chagrin, I accepted the challenge before she could say anything. After all, Mike knew I loved an interesting little game, and this one could prove to be quite interesting indeed.

“Deal!” I confirmed even as Doris began to open her own mouth in protest.

“Debra! What if he’s ugly or something?”

“Then….chances are he’ll cum in a second and be on his way. No harm no foul. And if he isn’t….well then, you and I get to have a little fun on our own then don’t we?”

She thought about that briefly, and then relented. “Ok, but you meet him at the door. All I need is for the neighbors to see me standing there. At least if its you, I can explain you’re being there as just my “goofy” girlfriend.”

Just then a car pulled up in the driveway outside. “That must be the Pizza!” Steve said, and the boys quickly headed downstairs towards the den. Heading towards the door, taking a quick moment to check out my reflection in the hallway mirror, I made a slight adjustment to ensure that at least one of my nipples was a little easier to see beneath my nightgown. I stood there waiting for the knock, Doris sitting on the couch waiting expectantly as well.

“I know….when I invite him in, you should be sitting there playing with yourself. If that doesn’t get him, nothing will!”

Doris laughed, and quickly slipped off her panties so that she would be nicely displayed for the Pizza guy the moment he walked in and saw her.

“That…or he’ll go running off into the night!” She added.

“Either way, it will be over in a second then. And chances are, we’ll end up with free pizza if nothing else!”

The knock came almost immediately. I checked myself once again ensuring my nipple was peeking out just as I intended for it to be, and answered the door.

The young woman standing there holding onto a large pizza box just stared at me in astonishment. She couldn’t have been too long out of High School, if that and for a brief second I was sure she was simply going to turn around and walk back to her car.

“Umm, ahhh, that’ll be twenty two fifty.” She managed to finally stammer out.

Obviously I didn’t have any money on me. Which had been the whole purpose anyway, giving me an excuse to them invite “him” in.

“Ah yes, of course. Come on in while I get it!” I said, turning towards Doris who’d been unable to hear anything so far, and going along with the game plan expecting some young boy to follow me inside the house. I threw her a look of utter confusion, but she didn’t seem to pick up on it until the young woman came just behind me.

The girl glanced over towards Doris who was lying on the couch of course with her fingers still deep inside her pussy. Spotting the young woman, Doris slowly closed her legs together, removing her hand, but it was obviously too late for that.

Staring at Doris, and then back at me as I honestly began to head down the hallway towards the bedroom to get my purse, not really having expected to have to do that, the girl stopped me cold in my tracks.

“Ya know….I’ve been delivering pizza for a couple of months now. Even had two guys actually flash me, and several others make a pass at me. But this is the first time I’ve ever had a woman, let alone two women do that.”

She glanced once again back towards Doris who was now sitting up instead of lying down, though failing to conceal the fact that she didn’t have any panties on. Looking back towards me then I stopped and turned around as she spoke.

“That is what you’re trying to do here isn’t it?” She questioned a look of doubt and hesitation in her voice. But I also noticed she moved further into the house towards the front room having said that.

“Uh, matter of fact, yes. My girlfriend and I were just sitting here sort of playing and getting in the mood when you drove up. I peeked outside, saw that you were a woman….and wondered if you might be interested in joining us.”

How I said all this keeping a straight face I’ll never know. Even Doris was looking at me incredulously, but she quickly joined in supporting the lie.

“Ah yea, Debra said she thought you looked pretty cute as you came up the walk, so we thought “hell”, why not see if she might be interested?”

The girl smiled then and took off her Pizza delivery hat and jacket. She was petite, that much was for sure. She couldn’t possibly be much over five feet, or weigh over a hundred pounds. But as she shook out her long strawberry blonde hair and began unbuttoning her blouse, it was evident that she was interested, as I was now getting to be myself.

“You won’t stiff me for the pizza will ya?”

I assured her that we wouldn’t. Chatty “Kathy” as I began to think of her soon told us how she had lived for a while with another girl straight out of High School. Obviously though she was young, she certainly wasn’t exactly inexperienced. She told us her name was Jenna that though she hadn’t given up entirely on men, did seem to prefer the company of women, at least for now. She also informed Doris and I both that she hadn’t had a relationship with anyone since she and her girlfriend had parted ways. As she slipped out of what little clothing remained, I was forced to admire her boldness as well as her petite tight young body. Her breasts though small, were perfectly sculpted, soft and firm looking. Like me, she had shaven completely and there wasn’t an ounce of hair anywhere on her body except for that rich mane of strawberry blonde hair.

Obviously more comfortable and far less nervous now, Jenna followed me to the couch and sandwiched herself between Doris and I. I took a brief moment before sitting down myself in order to remove what little I was wearing. As I did that however, Doris leaned over and suckled one of Jenna’s pale pink nipples. They really were quite beautiful. And watching the other harden noticeably while Doris sucked on one of them, I quickly joined them both on the couch quickly latching on to the neglected breast and began kissing and sucking it.

Doris took a moment herself to slip out of her own nighty, though she didn’t have to stand up to do it. Jenna reached over and immediately inserted one of her fingers inside Doris’s pussy, she had been fingering herself after all when Jenna had first walked in, and it was already very wet and more than ready for her intrusion.

Sitting as we were, Jenna reached over a moment later and placed her other hand in my lap between my legs. Feeling her slim hard finger probing around in my own cunt sent shivers of delightfully erotic sensations traveling up and down my spine. But our little getting acquainted with one another session soon began to turn into an even greater need for all three of us.

Doris scooted over to the far end of the couch and sat on the large cushioned arm. I snuggled myself beneath Jenna, so that she in turn was easily able to lean over and lick at Doris’s wide-open pussy. Though I couldn’t see anything exactly, the sounds of Jenna licking Doris were erotic as hell. Sticking my own tongue inside Jenna’s sweet little toy box was heavenly. Her juices were sweet tasting and succulent. But I also had the additional advantage of easily reaching up to cup and caress those pert young breasts of hers as well.

Though her erect little nipples were small, they were as hard as small sized pebbles between my fingers as I pulled and rolled them. Jenna was a moaner too, and seemed to moan into Doris’s pussy with each flicking lick of my tongue. I could tell Doris was enjoying the added stimulation as well as soon after her own grunts and groans seemed to begin to match Jenna’s in tempo as well as frequency.

And….there was another fun thing about Jenna’s pussy besides being devoid of any hair whatsoever, being that her labia were incredibly thick and long. Just sucking and chewing on them was a delight in and of itself. Reaching up, I slipped a finger inside her tight young cunt and began fingering her in conjunction with the rapid sucking and licks of her slick little nubbin. Jenna began thrashing wildly against me then, and I knew that she was only moments away from an orgasm.

Thinking about that momentarily, I considered briefly warning our young friend here about Doris’s extremely wet orgasms. She would be in for an incredible surprise otherwise. But then I decided against it, she might as well experience it first hand for herself. Hearing Doris approaching that moment, I tensed waiting for the inevitable and wondering how Jenna would soon try and handle it. I didn’t have long to wait either. Seconds later Doris gave that incredibly deep-throated growl of hers as she spent, and as I began to actually feel small droplets of liquid actually hitting my forehead, I knew then that Jenna was getting a mouthful of Doris. To my surprise however, Jenna never wavered and if anything, seemed to be licking and sucking her even more devotingly.

Clamping my own lips tightly around Jenna’s hard little clit nub, I sucked it inside my mouth and at the same time buried two fingers deep inside her tight clenching pussy. It was then that I did feel her tense up, raising up and away from Doris in the process, and then shocking me with a burst of juice that was equal if not more so to Doris when she came.

“Geezus! Does everyone except me fucking gush when they cum?” I said mouthing the words into Jenna’s pussy, which was still flowing a goodly amount of cum cream even then.

Doris was laughing almost uncontrollably, partially from the giddiness of her own orgasm, and partly from the fact that I had near drowned.

“Come on Jenna. I think you and I need to see what we can do about that for her.”

As Doris cradled my head in her lap, allowing me the luxury of now fingering and toying with her large fat nipples, she in turn was able to do the same thing with mine. Jenna now buried her tongue between my legs, capturing my own erect little clitoris between her lips, and swiftly sucked and licked me off to an orgasm as well, though I certainly remained well lubricated and slippery, I didn’t “expel” any excessive juices that were note-worthy. All in all however, the orgasm I received defied description and the myriad of twinkling little stars inside my head more than made up for my lack of ability to ejaculate like the two of them had.

Running behind schedule now and already preparing her self to come up with some excuse as to why she was running late, Jenna quickly dressed and took off. Though not without a promise to keep in touch with us. I also paid her the money owed for the pizza’s to ensure that she wouldn’t get in any trouble for that either. And suddenly I was also famished as well. Pizza was going to taste really, really good!

Minutes later the boys returned. Steve coming up the stairs from the den, and Mike from down the hallway where he’d gone to grab some money for me for the pizza, and had managed to do it without being seen. As they both entered the room from different directions, Doris started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” I said, looking at her, and then at the boys.

They had both stopped, looking at the two of us as well. Each wearing their floor-length bathrobes, both of which were open and revealing two very erect hard cocks. Seeing them was sort of funny, but not that funny. And I asked her again.

“They sort of reminded me of an old western. You know, the one where two gun- fighters walk down the street facing each other, waiting to shoot it out?”

And then it was funnier anyway. They did sort of remind you of that, especially the way they had both come into the room from opposite directions, wearing the bathrobes with their dick’s pointing straight out in front of them like drawn guns. The only thing that didn’t fit was the smile on their faces of course. Neither one of them was frowning.

“Well?” Mike said questioningly.

“Well what?”

“Come on…you know what I mean. We sat down stairs watching the three of you on camera. Now its our turn!”

“But we won the bet!” Doris stated.

“Yea…which means tomorrow…after midnight. We still have until then!” Steve countered.

“You’re just gonna have to wait a little then.” Doris said, trying to buy some time. And truth was, I wasn’t up for much at the moment either.

“Hey! I’ve got it!” She suddenly said sitting up from the couch. “That gunfight thing just gave me an idea!”

“What?” Mike said looking curiously cautious. Knowing Doris, just about anything was possible once she got something stuck in her head.

“The two of you come over here and face one another.”

Pulling them to within three or four feet of each other as well as facing one another, Doris suggested that we enact a little Wild-West shoot out of our own.

“I still don’t get it.” Both Steve as well as Mike said.

“Then shut up and listen, it works like this. Debra and I will stand beside the two of you, cocks in hand, pumping away. When you fire your guns, we’ll aim at one another and see just how good your aim is.”

I really did have to laugh at Doris’s crazy idea then. “And just where are we supposed to be aiming “these” guns at?” I asked her.

“Well…I aim Mike’s at you. And you do the same with Steve’s at me. We go for the heart.”

“You mean right between the tits then.”

“Exactly!”

As nutty as it initially sounded, the guys actually seemed to suddenly get into character, taking stances almost like gunslingers might, legs spread, balls dangling, their “guns” at the ready. The only difference being, it wasn’t exactly the quickest one on the draw that actually counted here…but the ability to actually hit the mark.

Doris and I immediately began jacking them both off simultaneously while we all four more or less watched and faced down one another. Admittedly, it was fairly erotic to be standing there like that, fists pumping cock, watching each of us jerking off the others husband, and they in turn, enjoying the action watching us doing just that.

Steve was the first one to let loose, just barely warning me ahead of time. I gauged my aim, distance and waited for the first spurt from his prick to erupt. Pointing it in the general direction towards Doris, Steve’s first climatic surge jettisoned out the tip of his prick and landed against her left shoulder. I whooped!

“Ah ha….got ya!”

But this one of course was quickly followed by another, and I missed wide of the mark that time with Steve’s second spurt, though aiming his cock back in and slightly lower by the time he had ejaculated the third time. Though we were only standing three to four feet apart, there wasn’t enough “oomph” in the rest of his ejaculates to matter much. So my best shot had been Steve’s first.

“Well ok then.” I challenged. Beat that one at least!

It took several more minutes, but then was immediately obvious that Mike was about to display his marksmanship.

“Ok…ok…almost……..there!” He said with a groan. And the first powerful splurge of his cum hit me squarely on the left side of my cheek and across the top of my eye into my hair.

“Damn Mike!” I yelled, the stinging saltiness of his cum dripping into my eye and blinding me momentarily. But almost immediately, I then felt the second, third as well as fourth ejaculates clearly splashing against and between my breasts.

“Good heavens Mike. And how many times have you cum already to day so far?” Doris questioned with a little edge of awe in her voice. “How in the world do you managed to cum like that anyway?” She asked.

“I could ask the same thing about you Doris.” I said reminding her of her own fairly incredible little orgasms.

We eventually sat down to enjoy our cold pizza and a few beers. But as the boys eventually opened those bathrobes, once again revealing that each one had yet another rock hard erection, we made our way up to the bedroom and ended up in a near marathon of oral sex being performed on one another.

Nearly midnight, exhausted and drained beyond reason, I was laying in the crook of Mike’s arm. I could feel the press of Doris’s ass against mine as the two of them lay softly talking to one another as well.

It was at that moment that I remembered something.

“Mike?”

“Yea?”

“Didn’t you tell me that your friend Bruce was a pharmaceutical salesman or something?”

“Ah yea…………” He responded cautiously.

“Does all this have anything to do with a little blue pill?”

“Ah oh…….” I heard Steve say from the other side of the bed.

Sitting up, I looked over at Doris who looked over towards me at the same time.

“We’ve been had!” Doris near screamed.

Then I laid back down in the bed contentedly.

“Yes we have….haven’t we!” I gently said smiling.