Anne and Drew Foster arrived on schedule Friday night at 7PM at
SeaTurn
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"Hi, guys. Come on in. You know where your room is, so why don't you take your stuff upstairs and come down after you've settled in. Brether has made a pitcher of Manhattans and the brie has softened to just the right consistency."
"Fabulous! We'll be right there. We can hardly wait to get out of our clothes and join you." Anne smiled.
"The traffic coming north was a bitch!" Drew adds, heading up the stairs. "I could use a drink!"
Anne and Drew find their room at the top of the stairs and begin to unpack.
" I can hardly wait to watch Brether put his big cock in you, Anne. He does you so well. I can tell that he pleases you the way you cum so loud and so strong. He loves to get off deep in you and groans with such incredible satisfaction. "
"Thank you, darling. I confess that I've been looking forward to it, but you know that what turns me on is watching you fuck Nelle at the same time. I especially love it when you give it to her up the ass, which is her favorite. I can see you really get hot when you make your drive in her tight little hole and she cums so hard and noisy when you do!"
A few minutes later, Anne and Drew reappear and join Brether and Nelle on the porch unattired, as required, and hugs and kisses go all around.
Anne is a slender 5'5" black-haired woman with very white skin. Her B-cup tits are not large, but her nipple package is sweet and her bush is glossy and curly black. Nelle is a petite 5'2 and rounder. Her Mediterranean olive skin seems to have an even allover tan year round. Her 34-C's are firm and her large meaty nipples darkly accentuate her succulent breasts. Brether loves a bare pussy so Nelle keeps her mound waxed for him.
Drew is about 5'11" and a little over weight. He is only slightly shorter than Brether, who is not fat, but is a larger framed man at 6" even and has more body hair than Drew. Both men are blond and blue-eyed and very well endowed. They had been in crew together at Yale where they had been lean mean rowing machines in the straight 8s and they can't help but poke fun at each other's natural physical decline. Brether's hairline had receded and Drew had grown a small gut. Both were out of shape, by crew standards, but they both worked out at the gym and for their age and life styles, were fit enough.
The couples relax and catch up on old times and new. They would not swap partners tonight. Breth and Nelle always let Drew and Anne have the first night to themselves so that they could unwind together first. There would be plenty of time for the four of them to play together the rest of the week.
The next morning Anne and Drew roll out of bed around 9AM to find Nelle and Brether sipping coffee and reading the paper on the porch.
"Sleep well?" Nelle asks.
"Great," replies Drew stretching out a yawn and then leaning over to kiss Nelle who had put down her Boston Globe to give a little fondle to his balls at the same time.
"And you, Anne?" asks Brether.
"Never better," she says leaning in over his Wall Street Journal to give him a kiss as well and to give his sack a jiggle, too.
