Monica told me she liked my style and willingly took up the challenge and began furiously pumping Chris’s cock with her hands while trying to engulf it all with her mouth. Chris and I had done lots of oral sex, and 69 was my favorite position.
It allowed us both to give and take simultaneously, and I preferred to climax to Chris’s tongue in pussy and me with my mouth around his cock, but I wasn't fussy about it. But again, I was reminded that the cock in my mouth wasn’t Chris’s.
This was thicker, and filled my mouth more fully than Chris’s did. Still, I was becoming more adroit at getting one down my throat without gagging, and that’s what I tried now.
The noise above the table had risen perceptibly, so I bobbed my head on Pierre’s engorged shaft until he finally exploded his seed down my throat. He was a heavy cummer and I wasn’t able to keep it all in my mouth but I did my best, squeezing his cock at the base to force all of it out.
Pierre’s rigid body finally relaxed and I heard a loud thump on the table above me then a shout of triumph from him. I glanced back to see that Monica was still pumping Chris’s shaft frantically into her own mouth, so I knew that I had finished first.
I turned back to my victory and finished licking the seed off his deflating cock. I tucked him back into his pants and zipped him back up, and moved over to help Monica do the same.
When Chris was all back together, Monica and I hugged in amusement at what we had just accomplished. She then gave me a kiss, and on her tongue was the flavor of Chris that I knew so well. I returned the kiss with a passion that surprised us both.
When we broke apart Monica whispered, “I want to taste more of you later,” and then scooted out from beneath the table. Pierre saw Monica emerge from below looking like the cat who had eaten the canary.
I had made him shoot his seed first, and when he had finally relaxed, Chris smashed his hand down on the table, still tense with anticipation. That was a clever stunt for Pierre to come up with, he thought. He then saw me emerge looking very happy with myself also.
The spectators had left after the winner had been decided, but he was just as content to have lost the match, especially before anyone had caught on to the real reason for their body language. Pierre reached under the table, found my knee, and slid his hand up it under my skirt until he found my pussy.
He gave her a quick caress and a silly grin and said, “The match we just had really sucked!” Monica and Chris both broke out laughing, and we went back to our intimate dinner in the midst of a whole crowd of people.
* * *
The food was delicious, the conversation interesting, and the ambience just right. Chris and I found that we were not just attracted to this other couple, but found them to be worthwhile friends as well.
Chris admired Monica’s ability to completely herself go, and to take on different persona based on her makeup. Earlier he had seen her as a sexy wife, he’d heard from me about her getting into the role of victim, he’d seen her dressed as a slutty French maid, and now she had an oriental air of mystery about her.
Secretly, he hoped that she would be an exciting influence on me. He saw Pierre quite differently. This guy was an open and shut case of primal sexual energy. An Alpha Male, who knew what he wanted and let you know it without any pretenses.
Even though Pierre was young, he carried himself with the ease, sexuality, and confidence that power, good looks and a big cock brings.
Chris secretly felt proud knowing that a man like Pierre had shared his wife. He also thought he had Pierre pegged, and he did to a certain extent, he just didn’t know that Pierre had big plans for me, plans that didn’t necessarily include Chris.
I, too, was really enjoying the evening. I’d begun our relationship looking up to Monica and her inhibition free lifestyle, but now I was feeling more on a par with her - like a sister. “Sisters in pleasure and desire,” I thought to myself, still more than a little ecstatic from our little escapade under the table with each other’s husbands.
Pierre was still very curious about us. He and Monica had played with other couples before, but usually the excitement wore off quickly. This time he still found himself fascinated by my transformation.
I had been so hesitant when we’d first met, but the seductive female across from him was no longer quite so shy. I was exciting, I was alluring, I was... He couldn't put his finger on it, but Chris and I were going to be more than just a quick thrill.
Pierre enjoyed being around us, and found that he was interested not only in our bodies, but also in the things we talked about. He was also very interested in becoming my ‘bull’, but in all my naivety, I didn’t recognize it at the time. In fact, back then I didn’t even know what a bull was.
The end of our night out came all too quickly, for the hours had slipped past us without our notice. We all piled back into the Range Rover and barreled back to the complex. The evening air was warm but not too stuffy.
We were returning late to the condo and no one was around the pool. Chris cracked another joke and we all started laughing again, but then quickly hushed as the sound echoed around the walls of the complex encircling the pool area.
There were only a few dim lights on round the walls, as well as the light from a few windows and from the full moon above. There were no lights on in the pool, but the water had a transfixing glow reflecting the moon’s beams.
As we approached the pool to walk around it, Pierre gave the nod to Chris and they both accidentally bumped Monica and I into the warm dark water. Both of us came up complaining and spluttering.
“That wasn't funny!” complained Monica. “Think about what it’ll do to my leather skirt!”
Chris replied, “It couldn’t shrink any. It’d disappear!”
Pierre added, “Don’t you think it was worth it, though, as a payback? We had to do something in return for that little scene in the restaurant, or you'd have questioned our masculinity.”
“That was never in doubt,” I replied.
I stood up in the shallow end of the pool, and my blouse clung to my breasts in an erotic way. My blonde hair was slicked back and I looked like a goddess in the moonlight. Monica, on the other hand, looked more like a drenched little kitten.
“Pierre, please help me out?" she asked her husband.
“Sure thing, darling,” and he reached a hand down to pull her out.
As she grasped the extended hand, she braced her foot against the side of the pool and pulled back hard, sending him straight into the pool. Chris rolled his eyes, took two steps forward, and jumped in. Both husbands found their wives, and some deep, wet kisses ensued.
Chris floated me over to the pool steps as he kissed me deeply, mingling his tongue with mine and I wondered if he could still taste Pierre’s seed. He sat me down on the second step and began kissing his way lower, paying particular attention to my neck and earlobes.
His hands were unbuttoning my dripping wet blouse and soon released my breasts. I gave a slight shiver as he began to fondle and caress them, my nipples hard against his hand. I put my own hand on the back of his and together we massaged and stroked my large breasts. I felt a wetness begin inside me that I knew wasn’t from the pool’s water.
Then as his one hand squeezed a breast, his mouth latched onto it and his other hand worked its way down to my pussy. My leggings offered a barrier to his hand’s motions, and I spread my legs as wide apart as they would go to aid his actions.
I leaned my head back, and arched my back and began squeezing my other nipple with my free hand, still helping him work on my other breast with the other hand. He then stopped stroking my pussy through the leggings to loosen and pull free of his pants and underpants.
His loafers were already lying on the floor of the pool only a few feet away. He reached with both hands down to my camel toe, and taking a small piece of fabric in his fingers ripped it apart to leave a small hole there.
He then lifted my legs up over his shoulders so that I was sitting in a jackkn
ife position on the second step of the pool, and guided his hard shaft in through the hole in the fabric, plunging hard into my hungry, wet pussy.
I braced myself with my elbows on the top step and arched my back slightly to take him in as far as I could. For the first time ever, I was able to take him easily and he slid deep inside me - balls deep.
I was in heaven. The combination of delicious food, good friends, a moonlit night, the warm waters of the pool, and my husband filling my pussy with his throbbing cock all made for the perfect evening.
I looked past Chris to see Monica sitting on the edge of the pool, her legs spread wide apart, and Pierre standing in the water with his face buried in her pussy. The water glistened on her upturned breasts, the nipples pointing straight up at the moon.
Chris was pumping away when he noticed that we were not alone. A red head had walked up to the two of us, naked, and stepped past to walk down the steps into the pool. Chris’s concentration was broken, but she walked away just a couple of feet, turned, and smiled at us.
She had large hips, long legs, smooth skin, heavy natural breasts, and a narrow waist. Her red hair was teased out and her teeth nearly glowed in the dark they were so white.
“Please,” she urged, “don’t stop, you look like you were having fun.”
Chris didn’t know where this goddess had come from, but he decided that she had the right idea, so he removed my ankles from behind his neck, spread my legs wide and thrust deep and hard repeatedly.
She just stood there watching us, now and then licking her lips seductively. I turned my head to look deeply into her sparkling eyes, seeing that she was enjoying this vicariously, and almost as much as me.
Then, a low moan escaped my lips as Chris began the final strokes of our lovemaking. I reached back and clamped my fingers onto his ass, pulling him into me. His muscles tensed to almost rock hardness as his cock erupted deep inside me, and my own fire peaked at the same time. Another moan found its way past my lips as we climaxed simultaneously.
Through my barely opened eyes, I saw the redhead’s arms moving slowly in the water in a way that couldn’t be anything else but masturbation. Chris gave me a final kiss on the lips and then rolled off to the side away from her.
Having a strange woman watching him make love to his wife out in public had fulfilled another of his fantasies and he congratulated himself for buying the perfect condo.
As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a tall, muscular, and very athletic looking young, black man get up from a lounge chair nearby and stride toward the steps. He had obviously also been watching, and he, too, was naked.
I caught my breath as I began to pick out the guy’s cock. It was difficult to see in the little bit of moonlight illuminating the scene, but as he got closer I noticed that he was very well hung.
He brushed past the two of us sitting on the steps and waded over to the redhead. He aggressively pulled her to him and gave her a deep kiss, grasping her breast with one hand and rubbing the nipple vigorously.
Just then, Chris and I became aware that Pierre and Monica had swum up to us.
“That’s Eugene, one of the complex’s bulls and Sigourney,” Pierre whispered to them. “They are part of the Moonlight Bull Club. Watch this.”
“The Moonlight Bull Club, what’s that?” I whispered back.
Monica leaned over and explained, “That’s the unofficial name of the residents who come out here regularly at night, when it’s warm enough, and when there’s enough moonlight to see by. Look.”
And she motioned around the pool, where there were indeed many other couples arriving to play in the moonlight. I understood the moonlight part but was unclear about the bull part.
“What’s a bull?” Monica explained to me that the bull’s role in the relationship was to become the primary sexual partner of the wife, relegating the husband to a secondary role.
“This wasn't mentioned in the brochure,” Chris observed, and then went back to watching the scene unfolding before them.
Eugene had been born very lucky in the cock department and he knew exactly what to do with it.
“Bend over and show me your wet, slutty cunt,” he demanded.
“Yes boss,” she replied, smiling, and quickly pulled away and leaned over the edge of the pool.” She laid her head on her arms facing us, her audience on the pool’s steps. Her breasts were pressed hard against the concrete.
Eugene reached down and spread her legs wide apart, and began to run his strong dark hands over her protruding ass. She just closed her eyes and smiled. Soon his massages had himself hard as well, because we noticed his big, black cock poking up through the water to a point level with his belly button.
He stroked between her legs, and then he aimed his engorged cock towards her. He placed the head against her pussy, and then began slowly pushing inside her. I flinched at the thought of having to take in such an amount of cock, and my sympathies went out to her.
Sigourney bit her lower lip as she braced herself against the edge of the pool. Then she let out a slight scream as Eugene plunged in harder. Now he was about half way in and I wondered how much more she could take.
Eugene reached down with his hands and pulled her ass cheeks wider apart, took a breath, pulled his huge, black cock out about an inch, and then drove it into her, balls deep. She gave an involuntary moan that was almost a gag, but then settled down comfortably onto the pavement and waited for him to give her a hard fucking.
“She must have had him before,” Chris whispered to me in awe. “She must have had him before.”
“They’ve been together since last summer,” Monica explained, and are regular moonlight bull club participants.”
The couple in front of them, black-skinned Eugene with his athletic physique, and pale-skinned Sigourney with her red hair and long legs, began to fuck with a passion. He started with slow thrusts that came out just a little farther each time.
After about the twentieth thrust he was pulling out almost to his head, and then would plunge the whole nine inches deep into her. For her part, Sigourney was laying her upper body on the concrete and had reached back with both hands, and was spreading her ass and the top of her long, silky legs apart for him to fill her more easily. And fill her he did! I wondered how she wasn’t choking, it seemed he was filling her up to the throat, but from her other end.
Then, without looking anywhere in particular, Eric called over, “Hank, get over here.”
“Is he talking to us?” asked Chris.
“No, Hank is Sigourney’s husband,” Monica whispered back. “He's the cuckold.”
“NOW!” Eugene demanded, looking around.
Soon enough a naked man came forward from behind a palm tree where he had been watching. I was startled when I noticed his small, encaged penis.
“Watch me fuck your wife’s pussy” Eugene roared. “Do you like watching me fuck your wife’s hot pussy?”
Eugene started to fuck Sigourney with long, slow deep strokes. He pulled almost completely out before thrusting hard and fast. He enjoyed putting on this performance, that much was obvious.
Even Sigourney got in on the act by saying, “Fuck me like a real man, Eugene. Fuck me hard. Fuck me and fill me with your seed.”
Just then, Tatiana returned from her night out clubbing and caught sight of them around the pool. She came over and took in the scene of Eugene the bull fucking Sigourney with Hank and his caged cock looking on.
“Looks like the Moonlight Bull Crew is in full-swing.”
She pulled her green satin dress up and over her shoulders to reveal the black lingerie Pierre and Monica had given her as a gift that afternoon. The bra was low cut and revealed half of her nipples.
Her blonde hair shone in the moonlight, and her high heels were the antithesis at the other end. She kicked off her green shoes, undid her hose and rolled them down, but left her bra on. She bent over and grabbed her ankles exposing her bare pussy and the glistening princess plug.
She walked over to the steps and asked Pierre to sit up on the top step next to me. She still had one of her spike-heeled shoes in her hand, and sat down behind us in the same position that Monica was, behind Pierre.
She handed her shoe to Pierre who reached around under my arms and cupped my large breasts firmly in each hand. He tweaked my nipples playfully, but then pulled me back so that my head leaned back against his shoulder.
I let myself fall into the loving care of Pierre, who kissed me deeply and passionately, while continuing to knead and stimulate my breasts. Pierre’s tongue hungrily probed my mouth, and his cock began to stir, excited by the feel of my soft skin leaning back against him.
My pussy began to get moist again, so with one hand, I reached up and cupped Pierre’s cheek, and with the other, I began to play with myself. Chris was just leaning back against Monica who was giving him a slow and wet hand job, using pool water now and then to keep things lubricated.
Eugene continued to fuck Sigourney hard but his cock was at the sensitive stage where the hard fucking was proving almost too much for him to take. He sneered over his shoulder at Hank, and then put all of his concentration back on the horny wife he was trying to rip open with his huge shaft.
Meanwhile, Pierre took the spike-heeled shoe with his outside hand and “walked” it down my body starting at my shoulder. As he passed my breast he allowed the heel to step down a little harder which caused me to catch my breath.
The shoe then worked its way down my belly until finally the toe pointed into my dark blonde bush. Pierre wiggled it around and into position so that the point of the shoe was right up against my clit, and he then used the shoe in circular motions.
I gripped Pierre’s arm to confirm my acceptance of this activity and my other hand pulled his head even closer to mine for a deeper kiss. Pierre continued to work his way around my throbbing clit and my body began twitching and jerking with the pleasure of it.
“Who’d have thought a shoe could do this to me?” I thought.
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