"Oh man. What the hell did we get ourselves into? How did Alesha react to all this?"
Becca smirked a little, "Honestly, I think she was totally unnerved. Not necessary by what we did, but by the thought that we might actually be swingers and somehow she didn't know about it until now."
"I assume you explained the situation."
"Yeah, we gave her the quick version. Assured her this was a one-time thing. And I swear to god she looked disappointed. I really wonder about her sometimes."
We were interrupted by the guides calling everyone to come down to the rafts. As I was heading down to the water, Brent and I made eye contact. Unlike yesterday, he didn't try to avoid it and seemed to be in a much better place. He nodded at me, as if to say "we're good; no hard feelings," as we stepped onto the raft.
* * *
That afternoon, we stopped at the incredible Havasu Creek. Words don't even begin to describe the surreal beauty of that place: pristine turquoise water, like the beach in Tahiti, picturesque waterfalls and countless tranquil pools. It was like paradise. I'd never seen anything like it. And it seemed to have an intoxicating effect on everyone. The usual suspects (Jen, Sonja, Candy, Krista) were all topless almost immediately. But what really shocked me was when I turned around and saw Becca's breasts. I never, in a thousand years, thought I'd see Beccago topless in front of other people — never. But as I looked around, all I saw were breasts. Everyone was topless.
Becca looked at me and shrugged, "when in Rome, I guess. I didn't want to be the prude one." She smiled, "And now I've got a reputation as a swinger to uphold."
Becca seemed a little self-conscious at first, but before long, neither of us thought anything of it. We each took a few jumps off of a decent sized waterfall into a large pool below and everyone clapped and cheered. After a while, though, we decided to venture off upstream and explore some more secluded areas. Several times, one of us pulled the other into an embrace and we kissed. I even took the opportunity to fondle her breasts a few times. We seemed to be in a good place, but neither of us asked the other any questions about the night before. I wondered how long that would last.
We reached a point where the creek forked off in several directions. We clung to the left wall of the canyon and followed the water around the bend to where we could hear another small waterfall. Up ahead, Becca had stopped and was peering over a small bush, toward the waterfall. I came up behind her. It was then that I realized why she had stopped. Under the small waterfall, I saw a man's back, with two legs sticking out by each hip. I looked closer. It was Jim, our muscle-bound New Zealander guide and the legs belonged to Jen. He was standing in the creek. She was seated on a rock just behind the small waterfall. By the way his hips were moving, it was clear that they were fucking. He had his arms around her hips, supporting her on the rock as he thrust into her.
I grabbed Becca by the hips and motioned for her to move forward. We got closer, so we could get a better view, though we were still 15 to 20 feet away from them, with a large rock to provide us some cover. From my new vantage point, I could see Jen's face and breasts. Her eyes were closed, lost in passion. It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen, and despite all the sex I'd had over the last few days, I was instantly hard. And I could tell Becca was just as transfixed by what she was seeing.
We were standing in a portion of the creek with very warm water that came up to our mid thighs. Becca was directly in front of me, wearing nothing but a skimpy bikini bottom. Reflexively, I reached out and grabbed her hips, rubbing my erection against her ass. She sighed, offering no resistance. As we continued to watch, I lowered my trunks and began rubbing my bare cock up and down the crack of her ass. She pushed her ass up against me and sighed again, continuing to watch Jim and Jen. I reached down and moved her bikini to the side, exposing her pussy, and a second later I was inside her.
For what seemed like a long time, I slowly thrust in and out of her, both of us continuing to watch the scene in front of us, silently. At one point, Jim lifted Jen off the rock and into the creek. He spun her around. She put both hands on the rock and extended her ass toward him. In an instant, he was back inside her, fucking her aggressively from behind, his huge arms wrapped around her, groping her.
By this point, Becca had begun fingering herself and I could tell she was getting close to orgasm. As much as I'd enjoyed the show, I'd seen enough by that point and I wanted to focus on Becca. I pulled out of her and spun her around. Then I reached down, lifted her up and gently laid her down on the sandy bank of the creek. She spread her legs, welcoming me, and I wasted no time plunging my cock back inside her. I dug my hands into the wet sand below her thighs, propping her legs up high and wide, maximizing my penetration. We kissed passionately as my balls slapped against her over and over.
After a few minutes of this, we were both nearing orgasm. It was then that Becca's eyes suddenly went wide. "Clint! Clint! Stop!" she whispered urgently, putting her hands on my chest to stop me. "They're watching us."
I stopped thrusting and looked back over my shoulder. Jim and Jen were standing in the creek, about 15 feet behind us. They were no longer screwing but were just standing there, casually watching us, smiles on their faces. My brain was telling me I should stop. But I was so close to coming, so desperate to get my release. So instead I turned back toward Becca, looked her right in the eyes, and began thrusting again, urgently.
Becca looked shocked, but after a few seconds, I could tell that her lust had regained control. Her fingers shot back down to her clit and she began fingering herself frantically. Her eyes soon grew wide again and she started saying "oh god...oh god...oh my god...oh fuck, I'm coming, Clint!" Her eyes closed and she threw her head back into the sand as she climaxed, her hips shaking and her pussy spasming, pushing me over the edge as well. I'm not sure quite what came over me, but instead of coming inside her, I pulled out at the last moment and watched as my cum shot across her belly and up onto her chest and face. Feeling the droplets hit her face she opened her eyes again and lifted her head. She smiled and shook her head, as if chiding me for acting like a porn star. But she was all smiles, basking in a post-orgasmic glow.
By the time we stood up to wash ourselves off in the creek, Jim and Jen were gone.
Chapter Three: Putting the Cots Together
That night, during dinner, Becca ditched me to join Lisa and Alesha. With some amount of trepidation, I went and sat next to Alan and Brent, who were sitting by the bank, drinking beers. As we spoke, it quickly became clear that Alesha had already filled Alan in on our "swap" and the circumstances that led to it. Alan was a doctor and former army field medic and he had a very direct way of speaking; he was never one to beat around the bush. Within seconds of me sitting down, he was peppering both Brent and I with questions. He asked us how we felt about what had happened, how we thought Becca and Lisa were handling it, etc. It was awkward to talk about, particularly in front of Brent, but in a way, I was hugely thankful to Alan for making us get it all out in the open. It was like a group therapy session. And by the end of it, Brent and I were in a much better place, once again friendly and relatively at ease with each other.
Eventually, the conversation turned from "the swap" to a more general discussion of the sexually charged atmosphere of the last few days: the loud, ubiquitous sex at night, the increasingly frequent nudity on display each day. Though I'm almost never one to kiss and tell, I found myself telling Alan and Brent about our experience at Havasu earlier, stumbling upon Jim and Jen and then having sex in the creek. As it turned out, both Brent and Alan had similar stories to tell. Alan told us that he and Alesha had snuck off and had sex at the creek as well. And Lisa had given Brent a blowjob after they'd watched Candy and Keith going at it.
At one point, I commented that I hadn't had this much sex since I was in my 20s and expressed some doubt that I could keep up this pace for two more days. Brent nodded in agreement. It was then that Alan excused himself briefly, heading back toward his cot. When he returned, a minute
later, he reached into his pocket and took out a handful of what looked like individual packs of aspirin or ibuprofen. He gave several to both Brent and me. It took a moment for me to realize what they were: Viagra single packs. "This should do the trick," Alan said. "It’s one of the perks of being a doctor. I don't use these much, but they're kinda fun once in a while. I'm planning on taking one tonight."
I'd never taken Viagra or Cialis or anything like that before, but I had always been intrigued. The night had suddenly gotten more interesting.
It got even more interesting after dinner, when Becca told me that she and Lisa and Alesha had, after some discussion, agreed to rearrange our cots, moving all six of them into the same little clearing that originally just held ours. Intrigued, I walked through our sleeping area on the way back from a bathroom break. The cots were all packed into a sandy area about 15 feet in diameter. While each couple's cots were spaced out on the perimeter of the circle, they were all close enough to each other that, with any amount of starlight, it would be easy to see what the other couples were doing. And no doubt that was intentional.
Once I'd made my way back to the communal area, I sat down next to Becca. She looked at me immediately, clearly wondering what I thought of the sleeping situation. I raised my eyebrows and then whispered into her ear, "not much privacy there. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Not really," she whispered back. "I can't stop thinking about what we did earlier, and how they were watching us. Is it weird that I kind of got off on that?"
"Not at all. But we don't really know Jim or Jen and will probably never see them again. But Alesha and Lisa...we see them all the time."
"So do you think this is a bad idea?"
"I don't know. I guess we've already across more significant lines with Brent and Lisa. This is actually kind of tame by comparison. But Alesha..."
"Yeah, I know. She's a piece of work. She was actually hinting at more than just watching. While she won't admit it, I think she's kind of jealous of the whole 'swap' thing we did last night. I think she feels like we left her out or something. It was actually Lisa who suggested this arrangement tonight, and I think part of her thinking was that maybe it would appease Alesha, make her feel included, and maybe that can be the end of it."
I raised my eyebrows again, conveying both my skepticism of Lisa's logic and surprise that Becca found it at all convincing. But whatever my reservations about where this was headed, I had to admit that I was intrigued by it all. When Becca wasn't looking I popped one of the Viagra and washed it down with my beer.
* * *
The six of us were some of the last to leave the communal area and head off the bed. Twenty minutes later, we had all brushed our teeth, made our respective trips down to the toilet or river, and were lying on our cots under the stars. Once the flashlights were off and my eyes had adjusted to the dark, it was clear just how intimate a setting this was. There was more than enough starlight for me to clearly see Alesha and Lisa on their respective cots. Both, like Becca, were wearing tight fitting tank tops and skimpy sleep shorts. As I lay spooning with Becca, my hand on her hip, both of us facing inward toward the other cots, I very quickly found myself with a strong erection.
With her ass pressed up against me, she noticed too, and she slowly reached her hand back to rub it through my shorts. I began to kiss Becca on the neck. By this time, the other two couples had manoeuvred into similar positions and looked to be similarly engaged in cuddling and very light foreplay. This continued for quite some time before anyone dared to up the ante. Like previous nights, what ultimately prodded us on were the sounds coming from elsewhere in the camp. Just behind us, on the other side of some bushes, a couple had clearly begun to have sex. I knew from my surveying of the scene earlier that the cot on the other side of the bushes belonged to Sonja, the beautiful Filipina guide. I wasn't sure who she was having sex with, though, which somehow made it an even bigger turn on. There were at least two other couples already going at it in other parts of the camp.
By this time, I felt like my erection was going to burst out of my shorts. I was desperate to escalate what we were doing. So I took it upon myself to make that happen. Gently, I reached down and began to slide Becca's shorts down her hips. She gave no resistance. I then slid my own shorts down, freeing my cock. I lined it up and plunged it inside Becca, who was already dripping wet. She gasped audibly as I entered here, which alerted the others to what we were doing, if they hadn't noticed already.
As I began slowly thrusting in and out, I watched as Alesha and then Lisa was slowly disrobed by their husbands. Following my lead, both soon removed their wives' shorts. And Brent pulled down the strap on the left side of Lisa's tank top, exposing her left breast. He caressed her breast with one hand as he slowly thrust into her from behind. Seeing this, Alesha sighed and sat up. She pushed Alan over onto his back and quickly got on top of him, lowering herself onto his cock. She then reached down and pulled her tank top up over her head. Now completely naked, she placed her hands on Alan's chest and began to really ride him. It was an incredible sight to behold.
Before long, Lisa followed suit, but instead of facing Brent, she straddled him facing his feet, as she had with me that fateful night in the pitch black. Almost as soon as she'd slid onto his cock, he pulled down the other strap of her tank top, letting the whole shirt fall down to her waist and exposing both of her incredible tits.
Becca and I opted for an entirely different position. She rolled over onto her stomach, temporarily breaking the connection. Keeping her head and shoulders on the pillow, she got onto her knees, thrusting her ass high off the cot. Taking the hint, I got onto my knees behind her, grabbed her firmly around the hips, and re-entered her. She gasped loudly as I did so.
Before long, the sounds coming from just our corner of camp were incredibly loud. It was like we were all trying to outdo each other. We all shuffled through several different positions, as if wanting to put on the complete show for each other. Eventually I found myself lying on my back, with Becca riding on top of me. She liked to finish in that position because it was easier for her to orgasm without using her hands. I finally took the opportunity to remove her tank top, leaving her completely naked. She was so lost in passion that she barely noticed.
It was then that I noticed that there were people standing around the perimeter of our camp area, watching us. It was too dark to make out more than their silhouettes, but there must have been at least six or seven people standing around. And there could have been more that I just couldn't see from my vantage point. Becca hadn't noticed them yet, but when I looked around, I saw that both Alesha and Lisa had noticed. Alesha was on all fours, getting drilled from behind by Alan and moaning wildly. Lisa, like Becca, was riding on top of her husband. When I looked in her direction, we briefly made eye contact and she grinned at me.
When Becca finally opened her eyes and noticed the audience we'd generated, I saw a flash of self-consciousness pass across her face, but it was quickly replaced by a wide eyed look of pure lust. A few seconds later she screamed "oh god" and came hard, shaking and quivering on top of me.
The rest of us all came soon thereafter, one after another, and when the show was over, our audience silently dispersed.
* * *
I awoke a little before dawn, desperately needing to pee. There was just enough light that I didn't need to bring a flashlight with me as I made my way down to the river. On my way back up, I nearly crashed into Lisa, who had apparently just made a bathroom run as well. I was startled not just because of the unexpected contact, but by the fact that Lisa was wearing only a pair of sleep shorts. She reflexively moved one of her arms up to cover her breasts, before smiling sheepishly and letting it drop again.
"I guess it's silly to cover up at this point," she said, sleepily. Her straight black hair was all disheveled and fell down onto her perfects breasts. She looked so beautiful. Without even really thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm, gently pulling her toward
me. I leaned down and kissed her and she kissed me back.
I'm not sure what I was thinking. I probably wasn't thinking. But at that moment I wanted so badly to touch her. The feeling seemed to be mutual because she practically melted into my arms and before long we were kissing passionately. I'm not sure if it was the Viagra still in my system or the eroticism of the moment, but my cock reacted almost immediately, poking through my shorts. Lisa felt it and immediately reached for it.
The rest happened very fast. I yanked her shorts down as she did the same to me. We were standing right near one of the beached rafts, so I picked Lisa up and sat her on one of the raft's pontoons. A moment later I was inside her, my hands gripping her hips. It was a fast, almost animalist fuck. There was nothing gentle or tender. We just wanted each other and didn't care about anything else. She came surprisingly quickly, her eyes growing wide as she mouthed "oh god" and I felt her spasm on my cock. A moment later I pulled out, with ropes of cum landing on her tummy.
When it was done, neither of us said anything. We just kissed a final time, found our shorts, and then wandered back to our cots.
Chapter Four: Getting Ready for the Finale
I couldn't fall back asleep once I was back on my cot. I just kept replaying my encounter with Lisa in my mind. Did I just cheat on Becca? Did the fact that I'd already had sex with Lisa twice in the last few days, with Becca's knowledge, mitigate things at all? Why did it feel so right in the moment?
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