Four Friends and a Boat
"So I talked to John today, and he invited us down this weekend," my husband said to me as we sat down for dinner. "He said he and Joan will be at the boat on Friday, so we can get there any time." Ryan scooped some dinner onto his plate and took a drink of his wine.
"Sounds good to me, babe. What time do you want to head out?"
"I will try to get off work early, so we have more time for dinner."
"Mmmhmm," I said with a wicked smile. "I know what you want to eat, and it isn't the chicken."
"You know that's right," my husband replied with a grin.
We met John and Joan about six months ago via Facebook. My husband and I have been polyamours for the majority of our marriage, but we decided to check out the swinger lifestyle. Do not get me wrong, Ryan and I are not bed hoppers. We wanted to find some good friends who would go out to eat with us or see a movie, and then afterwards...well you know... behind closed door fun. We were lucky enough to meet John and Joan and become friends. John was retired special forces and a pretty serious dude, which made sense why he married the opposite- Joan. Joan lit up a room with her bubbly personality and long blond hair. She was also in education like me, so we hit it off right away. They lived a few hours from us, but we made it a point to get together when everyone's schedules allowed it.
The rest of the week was pretty typical, and Ryan and I were both excited about our weekend plans. When Friday rolled around, Ryan was able to leave work a few hours early, which was nice. We drove the three hours where John and Joan docked their boat. We arrived a little before seven, which was perfect dinner time. We went to their local bar and chatted while we ate. They are popular people at the campsite, so many people stopped to talk to them. Before we knew it, it was after ten, so we walked back to the boat. John and I had a nitecap and continued our conversation about this and that. Joan excused herself to use the bathroom. When she came out, she was standing in her black bra and panties.
"Well, hello Gorgeous," Ryan said as he moved his hands in the traditional warming up, up and down motion.
"Guys, it's getting kind of late. Are we gonna mess around? I don't want to be too tired." I loved how Joan got right to the point.
"I'm good," John said looking at me. "Are you?"
"Sure am," I said. There was no awkward waiting to see who was going to put the first move on. John walked down the hall to where his bed was and stripped down. He was already erect, which got my juices flowing. Ryan and I got naked in the kitchen area. We were not going to waste time doing the whole strip tease thing. That was for a different night. Before joining John and Joan, Ryan pulled me into a deep kiss and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his chubby growing against my mound.
"There is no one else I would rather be adventurous with than you," he whispered in my ear. "I love you, and I love watching you fuck John."
I smiled when he said the second part, for he couldn't say anything without being funny. "You better make me proud this weekend and make Joan cum several times." I grabbed his ass and gave a little squeeze.
With all four of us naked, I climbed into the bed and moved towards the wall, and John slid in next to me. Joan and Ryan followed suit. I leaned in and gave John a kiss, and he returned it. His goatee tickled the top of my lip, but I liked it. As we made out, I could hear Joan and Ryan enjoying each other. Joan was not a quiet woman, which I appreciated; so it aroused me hearing that my husband brought her pleasure. John was not vocal, but I could tell that he was enjoying it as his kisses grew in intensity. He pulled me a little closer and began to rub his hands up and down my back as his lips traveled from my mouth to my neck. He knew just how hard to bite my skin without leaving a mark. It gave me shivers! I began moaning with excitement, which Ryan liked, for I felt his hand on my leg.
I looked over real quick as John nibbled on my neck, and I saw that Joan wasted no time going down on Ryan. I winked at my husband. Ryan is a large man, and I say that in every way possible. Women love to play and suck on his cock- "The Redwood" as the ladies call it. John broke away from my neck and watched his wife devour my husband's manhood. I didn't want him feeling left out, so I worked my way down his body until I found his erection.
While I can get half of Ryan into my mouth, I can get all of John, which I enjoy. I know men love having a large tree trunk between their legs, but sometimes, it's easier to give a really good blow job to a man who is just average in size. And there is nothing better than giving a man a really good, deep throat blow job. I bobbed my head back and forth making sure the head of his dick touched the back of my throat. After several minutes, I asked "How do you like it?" Apparently I was doing a decent job because John just replied with a smile and a moan.
"Go slow and soft," Joan answered for her husband.
"Mmmm....I can do that," I replied. And I did just that. I wrapped my soft lips around John's cock, and then placed my warm, moist tongue on the backside of his erection. I moved my head up and down slowly...oh so slowly, so he could feel my lips around his shaft then around his head. Slowly...so slowly. My head moved up and down softly. Gently. Some women like to rush a blowjob. Why? A good blowjob is meant to be savored. As I relished John's cock, he rubbed the back of my head, my shoulders, and my back. His hands on my skin felt wonderful, and it sent shivers down my body.
"Hey baby?" I started to say, "I think you should thank Joan for hosting this weekend. It's the polite thing to do."
"Mmmm...you're right, my love." Ryan brought Joan up to his lips and gave her a passionate kiss, and then he flipped her over. She laid on her back, and Ryan worked his way down her body stopping at each nipple to give it a little suck. Joan moaned with pleasure. Ryan is very skilled when it comes to oral sex, so I knew sweet Joan would not last long. Therefore, I went back to work on John's cock. I wanted the two of them to come together- or at least close. As I bobbed my head up and down, I could tell that Joan was enjoying herself. Ryan drew circles around her clit with his tongue to get warmed up and then flicked the small pearl back and forth. Joan began to move her hips, grinding them into Ryan's mouth. Ryan slid a finger inside of her, rubbing her G spot. Ryan has large hands, so his middle finger is not much smaller than an average size penis. I knew how she felt, and she felt full. Horny. Wet. Her words were not clear, but her moans were crisp. She wanted more. I looked at John who intently watched his wife get tongue fucked by my husband. I knew he was getting closer because drops of precum leaked from his penis. I licked them off while I made eye contact with him. He liked that because he gave me a brief smile, which did not happen terribly often. Then he laid his head back and closed his eyes.
"Yes...yes...yes..." whimpered Joan. Her voice was an octave higher. "Mmmhmm...right there. Yes...yes...yes..." Ryan kept his pace steady, while I continued to suck on John. The vein in the back of his penis began to bulge, so I knew he was close. I increased my sucking pressure just slightly, but I made sure that my soft lips moved the entire length of his penis. A moment later I felt his salty fluid on my tongue. I swallowed quickly.
