The Vacation Wife David Stone (phonics reader .TXT) 📖

Even in this heat, steam rose from her naked body into the ethereal night. She gave her breasts a squeeze then cupped them from underneath. Greg rose from the water and sat beside her. His cock had slightly detumesced but still looked record worthy.

“Aren’t you guys going to strip?” asked Marci. “I’m half naked here.”

Harold and I stood to undress. It felt silly doing it in tandem with another man, but I got over it. Much to my relief, Harold and I were similarly equipped. In fact, our cock and ball arrangements were nearly mirrored images.

Marci pushed her drink to our side of the bar, came around and stood in front of us. She unbuttoned her jeans, undid their zipper, and began a slow shimmie to push her jeans down, which pulled her panties down as well. Once her jeans fell to her feet she stepped out of them and finished removing her panties in one graceful motion. The effect on Harold and myself was similar.

“Oh, look at you guys! Thanks!” She laughed. “Hey, gimme some room.” She got a towel from the end of the bar, put it on the stool between us, and sat facing outward from the bar. We were now flanking her with semi erect cocks which, at this point, seemed entirely natural.

While this was going on, Meg had moved between Susan’s legs and they were talking, though we couldn’t hear the words. Susan laughed. She hunched her shoulders and shook her head, like she was protesting something, which drew Meg out of the water and into an embrace. She put her arms around Susan and kissed her. At first, the latter protested, but soon they were both embracing hungrily. Meg’s exceptional buttocks tensed as Susan’s hands gripped them. I’d never seen Susan fondling another woman’s ass and knew this sighting would land in the permanent record as a cherished memory.

Meg dipped back into the water and, with her hands curling over Susan’s thighs, kissed them in a delicate progression towards Susan’s swelling masterpiece. Susan protested, her hand landing on Meg’s head to push it away, but Meg persisted.

We could now clearly hear what Susan said. “Oh, Meg! Oh God! I CAN’T LET YOU DO THIS TO ME!” It was her final protest.

Susan’s back arched as her facial expressions assumed a blend of pain and pleasure. A woman’s tongue was now exploring her intimate center for the first time, and her shock was demonstrated in the staccato manner of her gasps. Meg freed a hand and reached for Greg’s cock. It quickly filled her hand. After several minutes, Meg shifted her body to take Greg’s cock into her mouth. Susan leaned over to kiss his lips. He put one arm around her and squeezed her breast and rested his free hand on Meg’s head, now bobbing over his cock.

“Wow,” said Marci, almost in a whisper. “That sure didn’t take long!” She leaned over and kissed me, then sat up. Both Harold and I had full erections. Marci looked me in the eyes, her expression indecipherable. Her shoulders rose as she inhaled deeply, perhaps preparing herself for her next move. With our eyes still fixed, she reached down to hold my cock. She held it gently, then turned to aim her other hand to hold Harold’s cock too. She looked back and forth at each of her hands, disbelieving her eyes. She was holding two men’s cocks.

I was momentarily in shock. I looked at the hand holding Harold’s cock and saw his balls dangling beneath, swinging as she gently stroked us both. I felt dizzy with desire.

“Aren’t you guys going to feel my titties?”

Harold waited for me to acknowledge my feelings on the matter. I gave him a nod which said I was permitting him to touch Marci’s tits. He reached over and cupped her left breast. Marci gasped, then leaned over to kiss him. She was now stroking both of us, her breast was in his hand, and they were kissing. I grabbed her right breast and lifted her nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard and she gasped again, then switched to kiss me. Harold sucked her nipple and she moaned. Instinctively, she went back and forth between us. Her legs spread slightly as her pelvis undulated over the stool. It wasn’t equipped to give her satisfaction, and her actions became urgent. She pumped our cocks with even more fervor as we kissed her mouth and sucked on her nipples and fondled her breasts. I wondered if she might climax.

She came up for air nearly panting. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever seen her this excited before. Her eyes were glazed over. She released our cocks and stood, her body shaking, as if in the grips of a minor orgasm, or perhaps it was a reverse echo of what was to come. She collected herself and turned to her drink, which she sipped and then gulped.

“That was different,” she said, breathing heavily and also smiling. “I’ve never held two cocks before.” She gave us each a kiss. “I think I need to cool down.”

Holding each of our hands, she led us to the pool. After we climbed in, Susan came over and gave me a hug. Her eyes were beaming with excitement. “We watched you” she whispered. “I was almost jealous of Marci.” She reached for my cock, which was firm. “Good,” she said, as she sat beside me. Marci, who had slipped to the other end of the pool to further collect herself, returned and sat on my other side, which put her next to Harold too. Meg and Greg were sitting on the edge of the pool across from us.

We were silent processing what had occurred, all wondering what could possibly follow. I was surprised when Marci had held Harold’s cock. I knew she did this to shock me. It worked. I wasn’t sure if it would escalate from there. She couldn’t possibly be thinking of going any further—or could she?

After a few