On his opposite side, he tweaked Kristin’s clit. The swollen, bright red nub of nerves was engorged and flushed with blood. He felt the beat of her pulse flutter under his forefinger as he teased and pinched her.
“Oh, shit!” Erika suddenly screamed, her body undulating in a wave of desire as she succumbed to her orgasm. Without warning, she collapsed to the floor. Lucas was quick to try and catch her, only softening her fall, not stopping it. He cradled her head as she lay back.
“Are you hurt?”
Erika didn’t answer at first, the ebbing of her passion making her momentarily mute. But then, as Lucas begun to get worried, bubbly laughter erupted from her lips and she shook in mirth.
“I’m -- I’m fine,” she said, her voice husky from her climax. “Come on down…” She cupped her husband’s chiseled chin and drew his face to her. “I love your dimples.” She was drunk on passion and Lucas smiled at her, indulgently.
“That was quite a coming,” he whispered across her lips as he took her mouth in a short, searing kiss. He turned to face the other couple. “Maybe we should follow her directions.”
They, too, were lost in the desire filling the room. It took a moment for them to react, then they joined Erika and Lucas on the comforters spread across the floor.
“Now, what?” Kristin said. She sounded a bit perturbed, and considering she hadn’t yet got the chance to come, Lucas understood.
So he offered up an answer. “I eat you out, Jason eats out Erika, then we switch partners and fuck our partners. Afterwards, we take a nap, wake up and repeat. But I get to fuck you and Jason gets Erika.”
The three pairs of wide eyes, shock and hunger gleaming from them all, met his. Mouths opened and closed as they sought words. None came. The swirling scent of aroused woman, sweat-slickened skin, and masculine musk filled his every breath as Lucas waited for someone to agree.
“Hell, yes.” Jason and Erika said in union, shattering the quiet.
Lucas’s smile grew wide as he turned to Kristin. She didn’t wait. Launching herself at him from her coiled kneel, she tackled the man to the floor, sliding down his stomach to take his cock in her mouth.
“She agrees,” Jason said, slapping his wife across the ass as she wiggled and sucked his best friend right before her husband’s eyes.
Then, catching Erika’s gaze, he offered her his hand and pulled her over to him, laying her out like a sumptuous feast atop some pillows.
The room descended into moans as the couples followed Lucas’s directions. This was going to be a night they never forgot. A once-in-a-lifetime experience. Repeated monthly, of course!
Having Fun in an RV with Friends - Jennifer O’Donnell
It was early in the morning as Ron loaded up the RV. It was his pride and joy of the moment. The Country Coach Magna 630, nicer than his home and twice as expensive. Terry, his wife, hadn’t been pleased when he blew most of their savings on it. But when he pulled up and honked the horn, she couldn’t help but fall in love with it. This year would be the first year they took it to Sturgis. The last few years they’d switched between taking the bikes or the car. Terry loved to ride, but the trip from Chicago was a long one. Ron decided that getting the RV was the ultimate way to travel around the country. They took her out on two small trips to get accustomed to it. One to Florida, and one back east to their relatives in Maine. It had travelled like a dream each time. Terry loved the small bedroom in the back, Ron loved the two massive flat screen TVs. They planned to retire in a few years, and just spend their retirement on the road. Going wherever the wind blew them.
This year was special – they were taking their best friends with them. Roger and Diane were the lovely couple that lived a few houses down the street from them. They’d known each other nearly thirty years. Their kids had been friends and were always racing between the houses. Roger and Diane were also riders. They owned a pair of 1943 FL models, with their overhead-valve Big Twin engines and wide front tires for long-distance riding. They were big travel nuts, but the idea of a great road trip in the RV was too much to pass up. In comparison Ron and Terry were much more a flashy couple than them. Ron rode the EL model, flat black with white pinstripes, while Terry had herself an FXDP Defender. Terry was the kind of woman you’d find at Sturgis wearing those white leather tops, with the frilly tassels hanging off. She was the kind of woman that didn’t mind getting drunk and letting her top down. Something Ron never complained about. Diane and Roger were a little more reserved.
As Ron finished loading their bags, Diane and Roger walked up with theirs.
“Morning neighbor,” Roger said warmly as they shook hands.
“Beautiful day to start a road trip, isn’t it?” he asked, as they stood there admiring the crisp morning air. Terry came out the front door and burst into a gushing over-the-top greeting like she usually did.
“Oh Diane, just look at you. God I would eat you up right now if your husband wasn’t here.” She chuckled as she elbowed Roger in the ribs. “Come on inside, we’ll have some coffee and breakfast before we take off. We’ve got more than enough time on this trip.” The four of them climbed the small walkway to the front of the house, and filed in for breakfast.
Terry wasn’t the most amazing cook – Diane was the professional – but it was hard for anybody to screw up bacon and eggs. While they ate, the men talked about the bikes they would be seeing, making wishes over certain models they might get a quick glance at. Terry and Diane just gushed over all the free time and drinking they would be doing. That was the one thing they did have in common, they both loved themselves a drink. They enjoyed the morning together for a while, talking about the route they would be taking. The rally was a week away, and only a real day's drive from their home. Ron had decided that maybe taking some extra time to see a few other states was in order. None of them had ever been to North Dakota or Montana. So after driving up through Wisconsin and Minnesota, they’d take an extra two days to see the rest, still having more than enough time to arrive in Sturgis a day earlier than needed. They knew from experience that bike week was chaotic at best.
After breakfast and coffee, they made their last-minute checks and loaded up in to the RV. It was truly a castle on wheels. Dark cherry maple wrapped the cabin, with gold trimmings. The floor was covered in a soft white carpet, and the countertops were marble. It had a queen-sized bed in the back, a working shower and toilet. It came with two thirty-seven inch LCD TVs, and a working stove with cooking top and microwave. They had a refrigerator for their groceries, and a pantry for their snacks. All-in-all fully stocked – they could last two weeks in a campground without having to leave. If they kept the extra tank full, they could make it a third without worry. Terry gushed over the lavish extravagance they traveled in with Diane, while Ron and Roger manned the driver's seat.
“If there’s only one bed, where are Roger and I suppose to sleep?” Diane asked, as she searched the cabin for the extra bed.
“Oh, don’t you worry D, you two will be shacking up with Ron and I soon enough,” Terry said with a playful wink.
Diane was too embarrassed to find the joke funny.
“Oh, don’t worry hun,” Terry continued. “There is a pullout bed underneath the sofa.” Terry loved hanging out with Diane, but she was always too stiff for her liking. It was her secret plan on the trip to loosen her up, and get her wild side out for a bit.
“Alrighty ladies, hold on tight,” Ron called back as he put the RV into drive and kicked their adventure off.
The first few hours of the trip were uneventful. Terry broke out the wine, and she poured herself a glass along with Diane. The drank like school girls as they stretched out on the queen-sized bed in the back. They put on episodes of their favorite talk shows, and enjoyed the afternoon as the RV bounced along. Roger and Ron sat up front, taking turns playing music, reminiscing about their earlier days.
“You know Ron, this was such a great idea, thanks for inviting Diane and I.”
“Don’t
mention it man, I’d need some company on this ride. Otherwise I’d be alone the whole time while Terry partied it up in the back.”
They both laughed and stared out the window at the Wisconsin landscape. It was early August and the trees were still green. Grassy fields stretched for miles on either side of the distance. To the left they could see the edge line of a forest. They both loved nature, being on the road with the wind blowing in through the windows. It was as perfect as perfect could be.
“So, where we headed tonight Ron?” Roger asked, as he threw on their favorite classic album. AC/DC’s Back in Black blared out of the speakers.
“Right outside of Rice Lake, actually. Terry and I found it a few years back on a Sturgis trip. It’s got a quiet little campground, that not many people stay at. So we should, fingers crossed, have it to ourselves tonight.”
“God that sounds fantastic. I may have to take a dip myself if it isn’t too cold.” Roger added.
“Oh you’ll probably freeze your balls off buddy, but I know you like that kind of thing,” Ron said with a hint of sarcasm.
“Hey, I’m not the one with wild wife,” he fought back.
“Touché, touché old friend,” Ron answered, they laughed for a second before continuing the conversation.
“So how are things with you and Diane?” Ron asked.
“Oh you know, I can’t complain. Nobody's perfect, but were doing okay,” Roger answered.
“Why do you say it like that?” Ron pressed on.
“Oh you know, marriage is a fickle business. I feel like we may have been in a rut lately. Nothing terrible, we love each other now more than ever. It’s just, the spark isn’t there like it use to be. We're still sleeping together, it’s just not as, you know, hot as it has been, recently,” Roger admitted.
“Well that’s how these things go, man! Have you guys, you know, tried anything new?” Ron waited for Roger’s reply.
“What, you mean like kinky stuff? God no, last time I tried something new with Diane she never let me hear the end of it. No Ron, we keep it pretty simple, it’s not bad, just not as fiery was were. Heck, even a few years ago we had a pretty wild spell for a bit. But that has seemed to fade.”
“Well Roger, I’m sorry to hear that – hopefully bike week might put a little spice back in your marriage. I know it does for Terry and I. Hell, watching her be so free with her body, gets me every time. Not to mention all the guys checking her out, always makes me feel lucky for what I’ve got. You know Diane is more than nice to look at right?” he asked, sheepishly.
“Oh damn right, I get to see her step out of the shower every morning. I have to ask myself a million times, how did I ever end up with that. You know, between you and me, she has spiced things up a little. She just started shaving down there, if you know what I mean.”
For a second they giggled like school boys seeing their first pair of panties.
“Oh man, Terry’s been doing that for years. It’s great isn’t it?” They both nodded in agreement, as AC/DC kept rocking through the stereo. Little did they know their wives were having the same conversation only a dozen feet behind them.
“What do you mean, you want more from Roger?” Terry asked between sips of wine.
“Ugh, I feel terrible saying it. But you know, I want him to be a little more adventurous. I know I wasn’t always the most wild of wives. I know I’ve made him feel awkward before when he wanted to try new things. But I’ve really been trying to lay it on thick lately. Hell, I’ve even started shaving downstairs just to attract his attention. I let him see me naked everyday as I get out of the shower, I know he notices and likes it. I just wish, you know, he’d ravish me once in a while.”
“Oh girl, I’m going to help you get freaky laid this week.”
They laughed together as they schemed how to seduce their husbands. Terry’s plan was to start dressing Diane in some more provocative clothing. Diane wasn’t too keen on the idea, she tended to dress a little more conservatively than Terry did. But she was willing to try anything.
At first Terry was a little too enthusiastic for Diane, but she quickly warmed up as she started throwing clothes at her. Diane was an impressively in-shape women for her age. She spent most of her days running and doing yoga, and for having three kids she took great care of herself. Terry commented a few times as Diane undressed in front of her to try on the clothes.
“Good God girl, I’d be fucking you every day of the week if you were my wife,” Terry teased, as she watched her try on a tight black dress. Diane blushed as she squeezed the dress up over her breasts.
“Stop teasing me Terry, you’re the beautiful one, not me.”
“Oh shut up, just look at your ass. You could bounce a quarter off of it easily,” Terry said as she scuttled to the end of the bed to give it a little squeeze. Diane jumped as she felt the pinch.
“Terry stop!” she barked, as Terry erupted into laughter.
“Oh relax D, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I’m trying to get you into mine,” she teased playfully.
“Oh, like you would ever sleep with me.”
Diane didn’t know it, but Terry would have in a heartbeat.
“Don’t be so sure D, we’ll see how this trip plays out.”
The RV jerked subtly as Ron shifted lanes. Terry stopped for the moment, giving an uncomfortable Diane a break from teasing.
She continued to try on outfits as the RV mosied down the highway. Diane wasn’t in favor of most of the outfits that Terry offered, but there were a few. She liked the little black dress the best, it hugged her in all the right ways. Plus she knew it was Terry’s least favorite, she didn’t fit into nearly as well as Diane did. Her only other favorite was the mix-and-match pair of tiny shorts and tank tops. Terry had a thousand pair of tiny shorts, enough to last the both of them months on end. Diane never wore shorts like them, but in the mirror she couldn’t help but agree that her butt looked fantastic.
After they found her an outfit, Terry pushed her to put it on.
“What better way to get Roger’s attention, then throwing one of these on?” she said, tossing her a white tank top. It had the words 'badass bitch' written across the front of it. Diane just stared blankly, unamused at the offer.
“There is no way I’m walking out there like this right now,” she fought.
“D, come onnnn.” Terry drew her words out like a fourth grader.
“Don’t. I’ll wear it tomorrow.”
She folded her arms in defiance. Terry knew she wouldn’t budge, so she huffed and laid back on the bed to grab the remote. They put the clothes away, before returning back to the main cabin. Roger and Ron were too busy singing along to Slow Ride to notice their wives' entrance. Diane grabbed her favorite book and stretched out on the sofa, while Terry sat down in the rotating leather recliner. The grass whipped by the windows outside, casting a greenish blur out the window. Against the backdrop of the sky, the windows swirled like an ever-moving canvas. They rode the rest of the way there in relative silence, aside from the occasional outburst of singing when a favorite song would come on.
They pulled up to Rice Lake around seven. The sun was already setting, the sky beginning to bruise with black and purple. Terry had fallen asleep by the time they arrived. Diane shook her awake after finishing her book.
“We’re here, sleepy head,” she whispered as she gently nudged her shoulder.
Roger and Ron found a spot near the lake where they could park. The cabin windows had a perfect view of the sun setting over the lake. They all climbed out and watched the sunset, each couple migrating towards their partners.
Once the temperature dropped, and they had seen the stars for a moment, they climbed back in for dinner. On the menu was a pasta dish, personally made by Diane. She was the best cook out of the group, and had been planning for weeks what she would cook over the week-long trip. She made a pesto sauce with shrimp, and poured it over a bowl a penne pasta. She made several comments on the ridiculousness of
the RV.
“This is almost too extravagant, I had an easier time than I do at home cooking this,” she said as she served them each.
Even the kitchen table was comfortable enough to seat all four of them. The meal was incredible, and instantly the mood rose in the cabin as they shared the meal.
“To a successful first day,” Terry said as she raised a glass to toast.
“Hear, hear,” Roger cheered, as they clinked them together.
After they finished, they continued to sit in the cabin. Ron opened the cabin windows, extending the living room an additional four feet. Terry spiced up the after-dinner conversation when she exposed Diane’s plan to Roger.
“So Roger,” she sassed, “your Diane found some special outfits for you today.”
She was just tipsy enough to not care about the freaking-out look on Diane’s face.
“Yup, you’re gonna want to put your hands all over her,” she winked laughingly.
Roger blushed as he looked at his wife. He had always loved her, from the moment he laid eyes on her. They had been high school sweethearts. Rare even in their time. But they had stuck together, through thick and thin. Diane caught his stare, and embarrassedly looked away. She could never handle his gaze, it was always too strong.
“Easy babe,” Ron butted in, reminding her to go easy on Diane.
He knew his wife well enough. She meant her no harm, nor was she nearly drunk. She just loved pushing her friends, especially the ones as timid as Diane could be.
“Oh relax, I didn't give any gory details. I just let him know he’s got something to be excited about,” she said, as she beamed with pride in her efforts to ignite their marriage.
They continued talking for a while, Ron eventually being the first to go to bed. After he left, Terry helped Roger set the sofa bed up. She said goodnight and left them. Back in the bedroom, Ron was already laying on his side, breathing heavily. Terry slid into bed behind him, wrapping her arms around him. She knew she wanted him, and she knew just how to wake him up.
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