Accidental Foursome

by Daisy Dexter Dobbs

  As Polly took the firm bead of Helen’s nipple into her mouth, holding it gently between her teeth as she sucked, Helen found the experience to be most interesting. She heard the little catch in her own throat as Polly nibbled and sucked. Curious and quite fascinating.

  Once Polly had finished, amidst chorused groans and moans from their Greek gods on the sidelines, Helen and Polly positioned the tips of their nipples against each other and crushed themselves together, writhing and moaning as they did. And then they opened their mouths and kissed briefly. Again, it wasn’t any big deal and Helen didn’t mind it at all.

  “Jesus, isn’t it our cue yet?” George growled. “Look at that gorgeous tit and mouth action, Nikolas. It’s driving me crazy.”

  “That’s it. You girls are killing us,” Nick ground out in a hoarse voice. “You can’t expect us to just sit here doing nothing as you two squirm around kissing and mashing those beautiful breasts together.”

  “Shhh!” Polly admonished. “Not yet.”

  “Did I tell you how much I love the way your yellow hair glimmers so brightly under the Aegean sun, Helen—eh, I mean, Ionna?” George said, in a clear attempt at derailing his wife. And he was doing a damn good job of it too. She sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard as cream drenched her already moist pussy. “And,” George continued, “how much I love those ample round curves of yours? Those luscious big round breasts and that succulent, rounded heart-shaped ass and—”

  “Shhh!” Helen scolded again, hotly aware of the juices trickling down her thigh while her cunt throbbed with aching need. “My breasts are starting to feel better, Thalia,” she said, struggling to stick to Polly’s script, “but my pussy is still sore.” She moved one hand beneath the short skirt of her tunic and rubbed.

  “Mine’s sore too,” Polly said, and then she settled her hand between her own legs.

  “Christ,” Nick murmured, dropping his head into his hands.

  “Being a sweet young virgin it’s hard to say, but maybe if we kissed and sucked on each other’s pussy we’d feel better,” Helen said. “What do you think, Thalia?” Both of her hands disappeared beneath her skirt and she let out a moan.”

  “I can’t take much more,” George said.

  “We could try,” Polly said. She bent her head low, as if to bury it in Helen’s crotch, but then she stopped, inches away from her target. “But I wish we had a couple of big, strong muscular men here to do that for us, instead.”

  “Maybe a couple of Greek gods,” Helen said. “With their magical powers I’ll bet they could make our pussies feel all better.”

  Polly picked her head up and pointed at the twins. “Oh look, Ionna, isn’t that Eros, the god of erotic love, and his brother Anteros walking toward us?”

  Fluttering her hand at her breast, Helen uttered a small gasp. “Why, yes, I think it is. Perhaps they’ll soothe our cunts for us if we asked them real nice.”

  “And maybe they’ll let us suck their enormous godly cocks too!” Polly squealed with delight and then she and Helen looked at the brothers and nodded, finally giving them their cue.

  “It’s about fucking time,” Nick said, bounding over to the women.

  “You practically had me coming all over my toga,” George said, crowding in next to his brother.

  “How do you do, Anteros,” Polly said, completely removing her toga, leaving her in nothing but the golden leather sandals with long straps that crisscrossed up to her knees. “I’m Thalia the sweet young virgin. I’m sore and horny as hell. Can you and your mythical cock help me?”

  “Aw fuck. Se thelo, baby,” Nick groaned out the Greek term meaning I want you, as he pushed his wife down on the mattress. Positioning his face just over her pussy he breathed in deeply through his nostrils and sighed. “Ah, my little Thalia, the sweet scent of your arousal is like perfume, intoxicating me.” And then Nick zeroed in on his wife’s pussy with his mouth.

  Helen was so turned on watching Nick pleasure Polly she couldn’t believe it. “What about you, Eros?” she said with a deep breath, stripping down to her sandals and thrusting her breasts at George. When she saw the way he devoured her with his gaze, a new frisson of sexual heat ambled down her spine. “Think you can lick away some of the soreness from my aching nipples and my puss—” Before she could finish her sentence, George had pushed Helen down next to Polly. A sigh of pleasure escaped from her throat as the weight of his body pressed her into the mattress. Then George grasped one of her breasts and one of Polly’s before burying his face between Helen’s thighs and sliding his tongue down her cleft.

  Coming up for air long enough to see what his brother was doing, Nick followed suit and clasped one hand on Polly’s breast and one on Helen’s.

  Helen somehow managed to prop herself up on her elbows, admiring the play of sunlight across George’s silky black hair as he ate her pussy. There was nothing as satisfying as having a gorgeous Greek god curl his tongue around her throbbing clit. At first his tongue performed as if she were a delicately strung harp but within a few seconds Helen dropped back flat against the mattress, moaning and writhing under more insistent tongue lashings. Somewhere in the distance she was aware of Polly uttering similar noises. George maneuvered his talented tongue in such a way that it flicked continually over Helen’s engorged clit. As soon as his teeth caught the swollen little bud and nipped it, spasms shook her body and she belted out a torrent of unintelligible murmurs as she came. It seemed that Nick had oral talents of his own because Polly soon joined Helen in a chorus of impassioned moans.

  The women hadn’t forgotten the two luscious Greek gods who, with straining erections eager to be appeased, had generously brought them to this point. Determined to follow the script, as soon as Helen and Polly could function again, they demanded that their men remove their togas. Soon George and Nick were stark naked except for their sandals.

  Rising to their knees, Polly and Helen exchanged devilish glances, kissed each other on the lips and then with a nod said in unison, “Oh please, mighty Greek gods, may we repay you by sucking your splendid cocks?”

  It was startling just how fast two big, muscular men could move when so motivated. In what seemed an instant, George and Nick were flat on their backs with hugely happy anticipatory grins on their handsome faces. Helen and Polly positioned themselves over their husbands, licking their lips before lapping at the pre-cum glistening at the tips of their bobbing cocks and then clamping their mouths on the rigid flesh.

  As Helen’s tongue swirled around George’s shaft she raked her nails lightly down his chest, over his hips and then slipped her hands beneath his ass, clutching his firm cheeks and squeezing. Groaning his pleasure, George entwined his fingers in Helen’s hair, tugging softly and then fisting his hands and exerting more pressure.

  She heard similar sounds of rapture coming from Nick and loved the fact that she and Polly were able to carry out their foursome plan so successfully.

  “Mmm, this tastes so good, Thalia,” Helen said letting George’s cock pop out of her mouth. “Would you like a lick?”

  “Oh yes, Ionna. I know…why don’t I lick one side while you lick the other?”

  George verbalized a monumental groan, propping himself up on his elbows as two heads converged over his erection. Helen noticed that Nick had pulled himself up on one elbow, resting his head in his hand and grinning as his brother was about to receive dual tongue-action. No doubt he was anticipating his own turn. When Helen and Polly swiped their tongues up and down George’s length, he belted out an impassioned curse in Greek. Polly lavished a long lick across his balls as Helen sucked his cock and George fell back flat against the mattress. She loved being able to provide her husband with such pleasure.

  “That was delicious,” Polly said, licking her lips. “Just for being so generous, Ionna, I’ll let you swirl your tongue around my Anteros’ beautiful cock too.”

  Gleefully rubbing his hands together Nick sang out, “My turn, my turn,” reminding Helen of an impatie
nt kid at Christmas. She and Polly repeated their lip-smacking performance with Nick in the starring role this time. Polly slid her tongue over his balls as Helen sucked him. His hips bucked and he cried out his own string of foreign oaths.

  “Yummy,” Helen said, giving her lips a nice, slow lick before returning her attention to George. She took him deep inside until he butted the back of her throat, then Helen milked him with a steady suctioning action. She reached between her husband’s thighs and cupped the heavy sac, the core of his manhood, gently crushing it with just enough pressure to make her man groan with pleasure. Then with a wicked series of nibbles up and down George’s cock, some adept scraping of her teeth along his length and a smidgen of hard sucking action, she had George succumbing to the throes of orgasm as ribbons of his hot cum spurted down the back of her throat. A moment later Helen heard Nick cry out as Polly sucked him to completion.

  As the brothers lay murmuring their closed-eyed satisfaction, the Kokoris sisters-in-law sat up on their knees beside their husbands, giving each other a knowing smile. The sea breeze billowed their manes and Helen noted that Polly was pink-cheeked and looked especially radiant. She suspected that her new sister-in-law felt as sated and as accomplished as she did.

  Helen drew a canister of wet wipes from her basket and passed them around. Once they’d all toweled off they strolled out into the sunlight, stretching before they went skinny-dipping in the pool. Helen sighed with joy. Relaxing in the sun-warmed water while perched hundreds of feet high on the edge of a Grecian cliff was an extraordinary experience.

  “Is everyone ready for our second fantasy?” Helen asked after they’d frolicked in the water for about twenty minutes.

  “Not yet,” the twins chorused.

  “We need some time to recoup, hazi mu,” George said to Helen.

  “Otherwise you’ll kill our cocks, kukla mu,” Nick added, addressing Polly.

  Polly slanted Helen a questioning look. “Hazi? What does that mean?”

  With a quick glance at George, Helen breathed a sigh of mock frustration. “Crazy girl. That’s George’s pet name for me. Cute, huh?” She shrugged. “What can I say? Your husband calls you my doll and mine calls me my crazy girl.”

  “You know,” Nick said, stroking his jaw in thought, “I think George just might be on to something here, Polly. You’re definitely a—”

  “Never you mind!” Laughing, Polly wagged a warning finger at her husband. “Now get ready for fantasy number two.”

  “Just give us a few more minutes,” Nick pleaded.

  “Nonsense,” Helen said with a bright smile. “You’ve had ample time. We’re women on a mission and we expect our men to be up to the task. Come on now, boys. Cocks up!” She snapped her fingers twice.

  George turned his head toward Nick and with an incredulous expression etched across his features said, “Dammit, Nick. You didn’t tell me my bride has been taking lessons from your wife.”

  Helen shook her head and tsked as she climbed out of the pool. With an exaggerated shrug she trilled a tuneful sigh. “What a pity. I hear there are two wanton gypsy girls eager to cavort with two studly pirate captains.”

  “You mean the sex addict gypsy girls who love to get it in the ass?” Polly asked, clapping her butt cheeks after she was out of the water.

  Nick and George followed them out of the pool.

  “Yup.” Helen nodded. “The ones who like to get their pussies and asses filled at the same time.” She clasped herself, back and front, purring. “Oh well,” she shrugged again, “I guess they’ll just have to find another couple of hard-cocked pirates ready and willing to cooperate.” As she glimpsed George’s cock twitching, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. But when she spied Nick’s deflated cock jerking too, Helen couldn’t help but chuckle. Yes indeed, her sister-in-law was definitely on to something with this role-playing stuff.

  “Come on.” Helen extended her hand to Polly as golden specks of sunlight winked around her wet hair. “We need to find us a couple of brawny pirates.”

  The brothers groaned. “Okay, okay.” Nick chuckled as he held up a hand in surrender. “We’ll be ready for round two in a few minutes.”

  Polly smiled. “Your pirate gear is in the bag marked pirates. George, you’re Captain Ironblood Flint and Nick, you’re Captain Cutthroat Ivan.”

  “We expect you back here in fifteen minutes, in full costume,” Helen said as she and Polly linked arms and skipped, naked, into the house.

  Chapter Seven

  “This is so much more fun than I thought it would be,” Helen said, adjusting the wide elasticized neckline of her gypsy blouse so that it fell off one shoulder. “Playacting in costume makes it seem a lot easier. How in the world do you come up with all these ideas, anyway?”

  “I’ve always had a pretty vivid imagination,” Polly said, draping long strands of colorful beads and golden coin necklaces over each of their necks. “I was on the shy side when I was a kid. And because I wasn’t thin like most of the other girls, I struggled with self-esteem issues too. I discovered that I sort of bloomed when I got up on stage to do school plays. Somehow it was easy for me to pretend to be somebody bold and brave and gorgeous.” She shrugged and laughed as she threaded large golden hoop earrings through her ears. “When I became an adult I participated in some local drama groups, which gave me more confidence. I finally realized that when I incorporated the same sort of role-playing in the bedroom, I could overcome any shyness or self-esteem problems and accomplish all sorts of marvelous things.”

  “Will you share some of your fantasy ideas with me? I think George would love it if I added some unexpected spice to our lovemaking.” Helen waggled her eyebrows and smiled.

  “Absolutely. I’ve got a million of ‘em.” Polly winked. “Here’s your head scarf. The ties are supposed to fall over one ear. And I’ve got some gypsy-style makeup for us too. Dark red lipstick, blush, smoky purple eye shadow, black eyeliner and mascara and—”

  “Uh-oh,” Helen interjected. “The last time I wore mascara was my first dinner date with George. I was going for chic sophistication but I ended up looking like a wild raccoon.” She rolled her eyes at the memory. “I’m not good with makeup, Polly. We’re just not compatible.”

  Polly laughed. “Don’t worry, everything is waterproof and smudge-proof. I guarantee we won’t end up looking like a couple of gypsy clowns instead of provocative peasants.”

  “Oh good.” Helen rubbed her hands together. “We’ve graduated from a pair of innocent virgins to a couple of painted gypsy hussies, complete with ample experience.” She giggled.

  “Just wait until you see George and Nick.” Polly swirled and smiled as her full peasant skirt swished with the movement. “Jasper put together billowy white pirate shirts, tight leggings, cuffed knee-high boots and eyepatches.”

  Helen could easily imagine her strapping husband and brother-in-law in another time period, brandishing swords as they bravely sailed the high seas. “Sounds sexy!” Okay, I have to ask you…is Jasper gay?”

  “Yup.” Polly nodded. “He and his partner have been a couple for nearly fifteen years.” Her mouth formed a little O as she put on mascara.

  “Herbie’s gay too,” Helen said, and Polly froze in mid-mascara-swipe.

  “Your ex-husband?”

  “Yup.” She couldn’t help laughing at the look of surprise stamped across Polly’s features.

  “You never told me,” Polly said. “How did you find out? Oh no, you didn’t catch him in bed with another man, did you? That’s what happened with me and my former fiancé. Well,” Polly clarified, “all except for the part about it being another man. I paid him a surprise visit while he was in London working on one of his books and walked in on him as he was screwing another woman.”

  “Ooh, ouch.” Helen cringed. “That must have been awful. No, it wasn’t anything like that with Herbie and me. He was faithful during our marriage. Didn’t fully realize he was gay until after we’d been ma
rried quite a while.” She paused and cocked her head. “George seems straight as an arrow, don’t you think?”

  Polly laughed. “History repeating itself is one thing you definitely don’t have to worry about. Nick and George and entirely hetero. So do you and your ex keep in touch?”

  “Uh-huh. We parted on very good terms and we’re still great friends. The man Herbie’s with now is perfect for him and they’re very happy together.”

  “Wow, fascinating,” Polly said. “Well, I’ll take you to visit Jasper next time you come to Portland. You’ll love him. He’s already talking about doing a special themed lunch for us.”

  “Sounds like fun.” Helen affixed the bold printed silk scarf on her head and fluffed her blonde curls. “Speaking of Portland, it’s going to be weird having homes in two different countries.”

  “Talk about decadent, huh?” Polly said with a chuckle. “This is our first visit back to Greece since Nick and I got married a few months ago. We’ll come back for a month-long visit about twice a year. That gives him a chance to help out in the family’s olive oil business too. Nick makes sure he’s got staff at the health club to cover his absence, and I do the same for my catering business.”

  “George said we’ll be doing the same thing, only opposite,” Helen said. “We’ll visit Portland two or three times a year so George can help out at the health club. The rest of the time he’ll spend working at the family business. So that means we’ll get to see each other at least four times a year.” She grinned and then turned her attention to the mirror where she applied a slash of deep red to her lips.

  “Looks like we’re done,” Polly said, giving herself and Helen a once-over. “Let’s make sure we’ve got everything we need in our baskets, then we’ll put on our best come-hither looks and head out to the terrace.” In another moment they sallied forth to cavort with their sexy pirate captains.