Edited by Gustavca
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The entire weekend so far had been one of a constantly deepening sense of unreality. Each year for seven years now, our group of friends meet in this wonderful wooden lodge in the middle of the northern forests for the Midsummer weekend. The first one happened almost by accident, with the then-boyfriend of Kate explaining that the ancient Celts celebrated this day with quite a few sexual games and rituals. The weekend had turned quite sensual, a lot more than our regularly prudish group had ever enjoyed. The year later, despite the fact we hadn't talked about it in the intervening months, we had consecrated the new tradition by allowing ourselves another such sensual couple of days. Nothing too obviously sexual and no cheating whatsoever, but always very close, on the limits of the unacceptable.
This year, though, something else was clearly afoot. Nella, my wife, thought it was because this Saturday was the actual Midsummer date, and that the moon would be full much later tonight. I wasn't quite ready to accept such an explanation but, for the first time in my life, I wasn't ready to ridicule it into the ground either. As Nella and I were walking down the stairs, my sense of unreality was as deep as it had ever been. I felt like I was in a trance. Not only because I'd been in the very sexy company of four other gorgeous women, not only because one of them had kissed and gently bitten my neck and not even only because another one had allowed me to see her naked during an outdoor shower.
As if these unexpected events/happenings were not enough, I had just spent the strangest 45 minutes of my life with Nella. The sex we were just coming down from, in our private room, had somehow included two of our friends. In our minds at least, then, unbelievably, out loud. Nella really did say that she had thought of Lincoln as she was sucking my cock and I really did reveal that I had thought of Hope as she did. Then two surrealist rounds of role-play had taken place as she rode me, pretending to be Hope and I fucked her, pretending to be Lincoln.
That in itself would have been strange enough. We'd never done such role-playing before, and I never would have imagined that Nella would want to pretend to be a woman we knew, a friend that was right here in the lodge. But what we talked about afterwards, and agreed on, could only be described as aberrant. For reasons that were still mysterious to me, we had both agreed that if anything sexual were to happen with other people this weekend, we had special permission to go for it. And to not keep it a secret. That was unbelievable on so many levels that I truly felt like I was walking through a haze of fantasy, that I had entered a place of myth and legend.
Downstairs, we found Kate, Marcus and Hope in the living room. All three were unable to sleep despite the fact they knew they'd need all the rest they could get later tonight. Kate and Marcus were lazily wrapped in each other's arms on the leather sofa, highlighting the fact that Kate was pretty short. Marcus wasn't nearly as big as Connor or Lincoln but, next to his girlfriend, he looked huge. Kate had not only always been short but she had always looked young. She happened to be the youngest of the group but she looked even younger. As the years went by she began to enjoy that reality more and more but we all remembered how frustrated she had been about it years ago.
The smile she gave us as we came down, bright and compelling, made her look even younger still! Her small and delicate face, the deep blue eyes above her perfect teeth, and her blonde hair tied back into a high ponytail had always made her remarkably beautiful. Her body was quite remarkable as well, if you were into small and delicate women. She was very thin, with hints of sweet hips when she was sitting or bending over, and breasts that may have been slightly bigger than Rinette's, but not by much.
She was also, ironically in this company of other strikingly gorgeous women, the one least shy about her body. She looked like an unripened teenager when Hope, Eleanor or Nella were around but she didn't let that bother her at all. She and Marcus had arrived late, only this morning actually, and Kate was really pissed by missing out on a Midsummer Friday. But it had been clear throughout the day that she was going to make up for lost time. She had been very lightly dressed all day long and now she was wearing a blue bikini bottom, which was later revealed to be a thong, and a very sheer top of some sort. It was nothing more than a transparent veil that floated gently on her body. I had seen similar things in very old Playboy photographs.
At any other moment or place in the world I would have been shocked by her decision to wear it in public. Now, I simply smiled and enjoyed the show. I'm a man who enjoys curves on women: large breasts, soft bellies, flaring hips, round buttocks, authentic thighs... But as Kate was just about naked right now, probably in preparation for the masquerade later on, I couldn't deny the pleasure I felt looking at her. Small but flawless breasts, well defined waist with no folds despite her twisted position, very nice legs ands thighs that seemed to surge from her narrow hips and flow all over her boyfriend's legs. The bright red of her toenails completed the effect. For the very first time I realized that it wouldn't take much for Kate to disguise herself as one of my students... which led to fantasies I wasn't ready to face just right now!
"Oh, poor thing!" Nella said to Hope, who was sitting across from Kate and Marcus. "You look so alone on that huge sofa. Here, let us keep you company while your husband sleeps upstairs, rather noisily!" We all laughed as Nella sat down beside Hope since Connor was indeed snoring upstairs.
Looking at me, Nella then added: "Come here, Will, sit down with us." Looking at her, knowing what she was doing, I shook my head and joined them. Since Nella had sat so close to Hope, I did the same, feeling Hope's body against mine.
As I placed my arm behind her head and my hand across to Nella, Hope looked at each of us in turn, then said, "You two are just fresh from fucking, aren't you?" Once more we all laughed, and our expressions seemed to be the confirmation the three others needed.
There was this unspoken rule for the Midsummer weekends that we only had sex during the night, to keep the days as sexually charged as possible. We laughed with them, the more so since they hadn't the slightest idea just how different our sex had been. Kate got up and came back a few minutes later with five shots of whisky. Some of us remarked that we were starting earlier than usual, but Kate brushed it off, "I already missed last night, so I want to make up for lost time!"
"Oh, and you missed quite show last night!" replied Hope. "Some of us saw things that we rarely get to see..." As the other laughed, I knew Hope was teasing me again. She had seen Nella and me in the forest having sex so very close to our friends in the jacuzzi. Indeed, a few seconds later Hope turned towards me and gave me a naughty smile. "It was a sight to remember!" she finally added.
The whisky was remarkable, as always, since Rinette's parents, the owners of this luxurious lodge, knew their alcohol. As the night progressed I began lazily to play in and with Nella's hair. Hope was still tightly nestled between us, and making the best of it. Her hands were on our thighs, and sometimes she would squeeze mine. Her smell, a scent that changed through the years but was always dominated by cinnamon, was intoxicating right now. I wanted to turn to her and bury my face into her neck and hair. I was also, unmistakably, getting an erection. I was more than old enough to know that it would mess up what little rationality I had left.
Right now, though, I didn't care at all. I was starting to sip on my third glass of whisky, and the familiar warmth spreading inside me. It took me a while to understand why Hope seemed to like her whisky so much. It was good, but does it explain the fact that every so often she would let out a soft, low moan of pleasure? When I realized that she sometimes did so even without drinking, I turned and looked at her. Very close, I could see the way the light was captured and released in her fiery red hair, highlighted by the colored feathers she always tied in it for Midsummer. I also got another blast of her perfume, as if Hope's wildness was manifesting itself through her scent.
I also realized to my honest surprise, that I was not caressing Nella's hair anymore, but Hope's. That was why she'd been softly moaning. I froze and stopped, but immediately Hope turned to me and said, "Hey! Don't stop!"
From across, Nella's head peaked and said, "He's good with those fingers, isn't he?"
"Oh..." cooed Hope as I resumed, "I had no idea." Bolder, I pushed my whole hand into her hair and began massaging her head. "Oh, dear gods..." she said, her eyes closed, squeezing my thigh with her hand. When Nella's hand joined mine, Hope moaned aloud again. "Damn... You guys are going to make me cum right here if you keep this up!"
We laughed softly, then Kate said, "She's not even kidding! Look at her nipples!" Through her bra and tank top, her nipples were very clearly obvious, erect and proud, and, most of all, clearly aroused.
With her eyes still closed, Hope said, "Go ahead, take a good look and enjoy the view... As long as these two keep doing what they do, the world could end and I wouldn't really care."
We were all, unwittingly, being drawn into this unique Midsummer magic. A bit later, when Marcus suggested a game of Twister until the masquerade we quickly agreed and Hope said, "Ya, let's play twister and let Will put his hand on my breast again!" Laughing, I didn't even bother replying. Hope had been teasing me about this for years. "But I must concede," she continued, "that with the head massage you just gave me, you don't need the Twister excuse to cop a feel if you want to..." She had said it lightly and was still laughing about it with the others when I turned slightly on the sofa and actually caressed her breast. As surprised as everybody else, Hope laughed harder and said, "Oh, you dirty man! With your wife right here as well!"
Everybody, including Nella, was now laughing very loudly, but Hope hadn't pushed my hand away. She had placed hers on mine as soon as I touched her breast, in reflex probably, but she never pulled it away. After long, very delicious seconds, I kissed her cheek in thank you, and reluctantly pulled my hand back.
