by Robin Fate
From out of her line of vision came another moan from Noah. Hearing him like that seemed to drain the last of her inhibitions, and she leaned forward to catch Ethan in a kiss. He kissed her back with fervor, and she tasted his tongue hot against her own. Ethan released her wrists and held her by the waist. She buried her hands in his messy dark hair and kissed him hard, grinding her hips against his growing erection. She fumbled with her shirt and Ethan laughed lightly as her hair got caught in the collar as she tried to pull it off. His laugh was caught short as he cupped his hands around her breasts. His head moved down to take her nipple into his mouth, and the room opened out before her. She saw Noah with his shirt off, Amy kissing her way down his stomach. He was pulling her hair away from her face and holding it in a rough ponytail. He groaned and leaned his head back, eyes closed. Emma held Ethan’s head to her breast as he traced circles around her nipples, first one, then the other, with his tongue. Emma reached behind her and found the wall with her hand and leaned back against it, her bare shoulder blades digging into the cool surface. Ethan’s hand started at her ankle and slowly traveled up her bare leg, his fingers barely brushing the back of her knee and coming to rest gently under her skirt. She was acutely aware of how close his fingers were to her pussy, and her clit pulsed with the need to be touched.
“Amy,” Emma said. The other woman looked up from where she’d been kissing the line of Noah’s hip. Noah looked at her too, though his mouth was slightly open and he seemed to be having a difficult time focusing on her face.
“Amy,” Emma said again, forcing Ethan’s head down with hands in his hair. “Suck Noah’s cock.”
Amy’s smile was immediate and wry. “With pleasure,” she said, and with that Ethan slid his fingers past Emma’s panties and inserted them into her pussy. She gasped louder this time.
“Oh my god,” she said. Ethan moved his fingers slowly inside her. She watched Amy unbuckle her husband’s belt, a painstakingly slow process. Noah couldn’t stand still, massaging Amy’s scalp with his fingers. He and Emma locked eyes. Amy tugged Noah’s jeans down and Noah took a deep breath, but he didn’t look away from Emma. Emma felt her nipples pucker all over again as Amy pressed her soft lips to Noah’s boxers. Amy slowly, gently pulled them down to expose his cock, hard and swollen.
Ethan removed his hand from Emma’s panties to pull them down with her skirt, and then he grabbed her ass in the same bruising way as the night before. Emma watched her husband, mouth hanging open, as Amy wet her lips with her tongue and pushed Noah’s cock into her mouth. Noah shuddered and his eyes closed, and Ethan’s tongue flicked over Emma’s clit. She nearly collapsed, catching herself on his shoulders. Noah met her eyes again and they each watched the other, every moan or wince of pleasure transferred between them. As Amy’s head began to bob in a rhythm, taking Noah’s cock into her mouth and then sucking on it as she withdrew, only to plunge forward again, Ethan pressed his mouth against Emma’s pussy more aggressively. He licked her long, from the opening to the tip of her clit, where he pressed his tongue against her and began to suck. Emma felt the pressure building inside her, every tingle gathering in her clit. Her knees began to wobble. Ethan pulled away for a moment, much to Emma’s disappointment.
“I love you, Amy,” he said, his voice low and husky. Amy moaned in response and did something that made Noah swear. Then Ethan pressed his lips to Emma’s pussy again and his tongue stroked her clit until she was bucking against his face, holding him by his hair hard enough to hurt. Her moans got louder and more high-pitched and Noah looked right at her, his eyes wide and mouth twisted in pleasure. He ate up every sound as Emma arched her back and let the waves of pleasure wash outwards from her clit.
“Oh god,” she said, her voice high and small. “Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
She came hard with another man’s mouth on her pussy, and Noah looked as though he was about to die from arousal.
“A—Amy,” he stuttered. “I’m going to… I’m going to come…”
Amy’s rapidly bobbing head slowed to a crawl, and then she kissed the tip of his cock as she withdrew. “No you’re not,” she said, producing a condom from her back pocket. “You’re going to ram your cock into my wet pussy and come inside me while my husband fucks your wife like a dog.”
“Yes, please,” Emma whimpered, still heaving from her orgasm. Ethan stood up and grabbed a fistful of her hair, then forcibly bent her forward over the arm of the couch. She felt tears gathering in the corners of her eyes as she waited for Ethan to undo his pants. “Please, please fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Amy had torn off her own shirt and Noah was on his knees, kissing her through her jeans as he worked to undo them. He pulled them down and put his hand between her legs. It came away wet.
“Lay down,” she ordered him, and he lay back on the pillows. She knelt over him and then looked at Ethan, whose cock was hovering dangerously close to Emma’s pussy, occasionally brushing it with the tip as he tried to stand steady. “Are you ready?” Amy asked him.
“So fucking ready,” he said. Emma watched Amy straddle Noah and slowly, slowly slide herself down onto his cock. At the same time Emma felt Ethan entering her from behind, filling her up and going in deep. Ethan reached around to grope her breasts and voraciously kissed the back of her neck, his teeth occasionally scraping along her skin. Her knuckles on the arm of the couch were white, and she groaned at every thrust. She watched Noah’s hands as they gripped Amy’s hips. Emma caught glimpses of Noah’s cock, red and glistening, between thrusts. He slipped a hand between Amy’s legs to play with her clit as she rode him.
“Oh yes,” Amy said, tossing her head back. Her mouth was open and her eyes closed. She braced her hands on Noah’s knees as she rode him harder and faster.
“Bet you want to fuck her next,” Ethan growled in Emma’s ear. Emma tried to respond, but the sounds she made didn’t form words. “She’d love to taste that pussy. Maybe next time we can share…”
Amy leaned down and whispered something to Noah, but Emma couldn’t hear. Whatever it was pushed Noah over the edge. He threw his head back in spasms and dig his fingers into Amy’s hips, slamming her down on his cock so he could come deep inside her. The view was enough to get Emma there too, and she writhed and spasmed as Ethan came as well, trembling above her. Amy started out with a moan and ended in a scream before collapsing on top of Noah, her hair strewn over his chest. Emma’s bangs were stuck to her forehead with sweat and she could feel Ethan’s slick chest resting against her back. The only sound was their panting, which slowly evened out as they caught their breath. Into the silence, Emma spoke.
“Next time,” she agreed.
Anna and Sam – Part I
For their fifth wedding anniversary, Anna and Sam decided that they would celebrate the milestone with a weekend away at the lakeside cabin owned by Sam’s parents. Sam’s work partner and best friend, Ryan, had just recently gotten engaged to his beautiful long-term girlfriend, Veronica. Both couples had been on many double dates together and always got on pretty well. Anna and Sam decided to invite them to come along on the weekend away, it made sense to celebrate both the anniversary and the engagement together, especially given that all four of them led extremely busy working lives.
Anna offered to drive; it didn’t make sense to bring two cars when one would be more than enough for the four of them. She rang Veronica and told her that she would pick both herself and Ryan up at 8 a.m. on Friday morning. While Sam and Ryan were as close as brothers, Veronica didn’t really know Anna all that well. Both couples had spent a lot of time together, but the men usually dominated the conversation. She knew that Anna had a two-year-old daughter and that she worked as a journalist for a fashion magazine, but that was about the extent of her knowledge. She thought highly of Anna, though. She was a pleasant woman who worked her ass off to get to where she was, despite the fact that Sam made enough money to provide for their family. Veronica admired hardworking women.
On Friday morning,
Anna and Sam arrived at Veronica and Ryan’s house at exactly 8 a.m.
“Do you guys want some coffee?” Veronica asked.
Anna and Sam both nodded, and she let them inside.
Veronica’s mind glossed over the small talk the other three engaged in over pancakes, but she took enough mental notes to remember later. Sam gladly informed them all that according to his new weather app, they were in for a warm, sunny weekend. They all ran through a checklist one last time to make sure they hadn’t forgotten to pack anything important. Sam suggested that they could stop at a supermarket somewhere along the way to pick up some food and alcohol. Veronica was glad to hear mention of alcohol; for some reason, she was really nervous about spending the weekend away with Anna and Sam, and she’d be glad of a glass of wine to relax her nerves.
They all piled into the car, Anna and Sam in the front, Veronica and Ryan in the back. Ryan’s seatbelt clicked, and then he undid it again.
“What are you doing?” Veronica said.
“I forgot the playing cards.” He threw the car door open.
“The boys and their poker,” Anna said with a roll of her eyes.
He was only in the house for two minutes, but it felt like hours to Veronica as she sat in the back silently while Anna and Sam conversed, mostly about their little girl, Cassie. Veronica had never been great at small talk; she was a very quiet and reserved woman, especially around people she was not 100% comfortable with. She was happy when Ryan finally returned to the car and they could get on the road.
It was a beautiful day and the sun was beaming down on all four of them as they travelled the near-200 miles to the lake. The drive was going pleasantly, Sam and Ryan managed to keep the conversation flowing as they gossiped about their fellow work colleagues. Anna kept quiet enough as she concentrated on the road, while Veronica spent the hours taking in the breathtaking views of the coastline. Neither she nor Ryan drove, so they rarely left the small town they’d grown up in. With only thirty miles to go until they reached the lakeside cabin, Sam suggested that they stop at the next convenience store to pick up some supplies for the weekend.
Anna almost drove right past the secluded cabin, having to slam on the brakes in order to not miss it. When she did, the full beer cans rattled in the case, and Veronica’s head shot forward, then fell back hard against the headrest.
“Sorry!” Anna said, half-gasping, half-laughing.
“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, stroking Veronica’s hair as the car pulled into the gravel driveway.
She assured him that she was fine—but the back of her head would be a little sore for a day or two.
They pulled out their luggage and the shopping, and made their way inside. The cabin was small, only one large living-slash-dining room, and two small bedrooms. The living room consisted of two small couches covered in beautiful crocheted cushions, a large screen TV, and a stunning stone fireplace, giving the place a warm, homely feel even when it wasn’t being used. The bedrooms consisted of little more than a wardrobe and a double bed, but what else did one need?
They unpacked their suitcases and put away the shopping. Sam and Ryan decided they would go do a spot of fishing while it was still bright outside, and leave Anna and Veronica to get to know each other a bit better. Anna poured a glass of wine for herself and Veronica, and cut a couple of slices off of the sponge cake they had bought at the convenience store on the way. She sat on the couch across from Veronica and the two women started to get to know each other.
“So,” Anna began the conversation—and Veronica was thankful that she hadn’t had to start it herself—“how did you and Ryan meet?”
“We actually met at a coffee shop,” she answered.
“The classic story,” Anna said with a giggle.
“Not really. He came in every day for a scone and latte. I was always working there, and I remembered him and memorized his order. He seemed to like that.” She chuckled at the memory as she sipped her glass of wine. “Blah, blah, he asked me out, and then we went out for a couple of amazing dates, and we decided to be exclusive.”
Anna nodded. “And he proposed to you three months ago?”
“Mmhmm.”
“How’d he do it?”
“Well…” Veronica thought about setting down her glass, but felt almost naked without it in her hand. “He took me to Greece for our three-year, and one Sunday morning, the beach was totally deserted. As soon as his knee hit the sand, the clouds opened and it started pouring!”
“That’s so cheesy, like a movie!” Anna chuckled.
“Yeah, but that’s what happened, ha.” Veronica polished off her glass as Anna’s phone buzzed.
“Oh, that’s Sam’s mom,” she said, sliding her finger across the screen to open the message. “She’s taking care of Cassie while we’re gone.”
“Must be good to have some time to yourselves.”
Anna handed the phone to Veronica, and let her look at the photo Sam’s mom had sent her of the two-year-old. She studied it for a second, and then handed the phone back to Anna as she poured both of them a second glass. “Yeah, it is, but … I do miss her, even though it’s only been a few hours since I last saw her. There’s only so much time I have with her before she grows up, and she’ll never be that little again.”
Veronica nodded, her head spinning just a little—and she wasn’t sure if that was from hitting her head in the car or the alcohol. “Yeah. You know… Ryan and I are trying.”
“Really?” Anna leaned forward. Veronica noticed her posture, her figure—how she couldn’t tell at all that the woman had ever had a child; she was in amazing shape. She’d never paid attention to how beautiful she was.
The two women continued to laugh and joke as they shared their life stories with each other. Just as they finished off the second bottle of wine, Sam and Ryan returned to the cabin. Neither of them had caught anything, but they seemed to have had a great time nonetheless. Ryan grabbed a can of beer out of the fridge for himself and one for Sam, and began to prepare dinner for everyone.
Dinner wasn’t anything fancy, just some homemade pizzas, but both couples were really enjoying the weekend so far. Veronica was glad of the food—it helped her to sober up, and she hated feeling like the tipsiest person in the room. Once the dishes had been washed up and cleared away, Ryan grabbed some more cans of beer out of the fridge, and the playing cards out of the bedroom. They all sat around the coffee table in a circle on the crocheted pillows. The girls had never played Poker before, so Sam patiently went through the rules with them.
After about an hour of playing, the boys were dominating the game, and Veronica and Anna were still not fully sure of all the rules. Despite this, the drinks were flowing and all four of them were having a great time. Anna left the room for a few minutes so that she could call Sam’s mom and say goodnight to Cassie. Whilst she was gone, Sam pulled out the bottle of Sambuca and grinned widely. He rummaged around the various cupboards in the cabin until he found the little plastic shot glasses that he and Anna had used over New Years. He put four of them in a row and poured the shots. Once Anna returned, he handed a shot to everyone and on the count of three they knocked them back. That first shot was swiftly followed by two more, and all four of them were pretty drunk at that stage, lowering Veronica’s inhibitions enough to ask Anna, “So, how’s married life for you and Sam?”
Anna giggled a drunk giggle. “Pretty good,” she said, eyeing her husband.
“You know, they say the sack gets boring after the honeymoon phase…”
“It is not like that at all.” Her eyes caught Sam’s and they shared a sneaky grin. Veronica wanted to know what that grin was about; she sensed that Anna and Sam had some sort of secret that they didn’t want to share.
After another shot, Veronica knew exactly what to do.
“Let’s play Truth or Dare.” Her drunken fiancé was happy to oblige, and so were Sam and Anna. Seeing as the game was Veronica’s idea, she elected to go first.
; “Truth or Dare?’ she asked Anna.
“Truth.”
That was exactly the answer that Veronica was hoping for.
“What is the most adventurous thing that you and Sam have done in the bedroom?”
Anna flashed Sam a knowing smile. There was silence for a couple of minutes as Anna thought about how best to answer.
“Well,” she said, “myself and Sam have a very exciting and adventurous sex life. We’re swingers.”
Veronica and Ryan began to laugh.
“I’m serious,” Anna continued. “We regularly swap partners. It’s a real thrill to fuck someone else while your husband watches, and vice versa. It doesn’t appeal to everyone, but it works for us. Neither of us is the jealous type. I love Sam and he loves me, and that’s all that matters. Sex is just sex, after all, once it is just physical and no emotions are involved.
Have you ever considered it?”
“Um…” Veronica didn’t quite know what to say; she was still in shock. Maybe everyone was just messing with her head because they knew how much she had drank, she thought. She looked at Ryan for some help, but he looked just as dumbfounded by the whole situation.
After what seemed like a lifetime of silence, Ryan finally spoke up. “I wouldn’t say no,” he said, “but I couldn’t do it with just anybody. It would have to be a couple that both myself and Veronica were comfortable with, and only if she were okay with it, of course. I love sex, but I love Veronica more than anything else in this world, and I would never agree to do anything she wasn’t happy with. What do you think, babe?”
Veronica still didn’t quite know what to say. Less than an hour ago, they were playing poker and now suddenly they were discussing sharing partners. “I guess I’d be okay with it,” she finally replied. “I mean, I only ever slept with one other guy before I met Ryan. I do sometimes wish I’d experimented more before settling down. But I wouldn’t consider it once we’re married. I know everyone is different, but as far as I’m concerned, having sex with someone else once you’re married is adultery. I wouldn’t be comfortable with that. But up to the wedding day, I guess I’d be okay with some experimenting.”