The rest of the day passed lazily for the twelve of us. Leah and Melinda went out to the store to pick up some steaks and chicken for dinner. The younger kids lay down for a nap; somehow Mimi got suckered into cuddling up with Gwen, Gabi and Jeremy. Bryan and I fell asleep on the couch watching Kaylee, Tiffany and Geoff play Wii Bowling.
When it came time for dinner, Geoff and I manned the grill. The girls rotated through the kitchen and the play room, alternating between preparing dinner and watching the kids. All in all, it was a good night. The kids still seemed to be getting along and I noticed that the girls took turns disappearing a pair at a time with our adult guests.
"We've got a surprise for you tonight," Melinda said when there was no one else around.
"I think this whole weekend has been one big surprise," I replied.
"Is that a complaint?" Mock indignation was offset by the laughter in her eyes.
I pulled her close to me and groped her voluptuous curves. "I just don't know what else you can do that will shock me."
"Well stay away from the alcohol, sugar and caffeine," she advised. "Eat lots of carbs. You're going to need a boatload of energy tonight."
Melinda winked and then disappeared back into the house. We ate out on the back deck, citronella candles warding away the mosquitoes and the fire pit providing light and warmth. The meal was full of friendly conversation, playful laughter and good food.
We ended up playing with the kids some more and then settled down to watch a movie. When it was time for bed, we walked/carried the little ones upstairs. All of us knew this would be our last night together for this trip. I wondered what the girls had up their collective sleeve.
Melinda and I had just tucked Kaylee and Tiffany in when I noticed that the other adults had disappeared. She did not seem to think anything was amiss. I followed her down the steps, my eyes lingering the sway of her hips. She let me to our bedroom; once we were through the door, she spun on her heel and pressed me against the door frame.
Her tongue snaked into my willing mouth and we took turns running our hands over the other's body.
It wasn't long before I found myself naked and being maneuvered towards the bed. Melinda pushed me down.
Instantly, her mouth was on my cock.
"Oh, god," I groaned as she went to work. Have I told you about Melinda's oral talents? Eight years ago (on the night before our wedding, no less!), my lovely new bride wanted a new car. She challenged me to a 69; if I won, she would let me slip my cock in between Katie's magnificent little ass cheeks, and if she won, I had to give her the money for a down payment on brand new 1998 Mazda Miata.
I lasted all of thirty-seven seconds.
We know this because Katie caught it on our VHS camcorder and the girls played it back with a stopwatch just to be sure . . . and to taunt me about it later. (I know you care, but Melinda made Katie cum in forty-three seconds; her best time against Leah is a shade under fifty seconds.)
My disappointment at losing was offset by the way Melinda and I broke the new car in. Plus, I only had to wait another year when Melinda let me have both Leah and Katie's rear ends as a Christmas present.
Over the years, I've managed to win a couple of the "69 bets" as we call them, but Melinda has something like a .687 winning percentage. Leah is the only one who has consistent success against our buxom wife and even then, she still loses almost six out of ten times.
So I lay back on our bed while my wife went down on me in advance of the night's festivities.
Her hand stroked my cock when she suckled on my balls.
"Mouth or tits?" Her lips broke their airtight seal around my cockhead.
"Tits," I croaked.
Her hands moved a little faster, one on my cock, the other on my balls.
"Cum on me," she coaxed. "Shoot it all over me . . . cum on my tits like you did for Mimi today . . . I could taste you on her earlier when I was playing with them . . ."
"Oh, god, Melinda!" I gasped when her finger entered my ass. That was the last straw. My balls exploded under her able touch and I covered Melinda's deep cleavage with cum.
I lay there for a few minutes trying to catch my breath.
"Come downstairs when you can," Melinda kissed me then disappeared through the door, pausing only to toss me a robe.
After a few moments, I sat up then pulled the terrycloth around my shoulders. I checked the kids on the monitors. All were sound asleep. I was tempted to look in on the activities in the basement, but I resisted, sensing that the girls (plus Geoff) were plotting a surprise.
Once down the steps, I followed the music. Although our adult playroom is soundproof, it doesn't really work when the door is propped open.
Love is like a bomb, baby, c'mon get it on
Livin' like a lover with a radar phone
Lookin' like a tramp, like a video vamp
Demolition woman, can I be your man?
I smiled to myself.
Ah, the greatest stripper song in the history of the world!
As soon as I rounded the corner, I saw one of the hottest things my imagination could conjure.
Mimi was sitting back in one of the plush recliner chairs. Katie was straddling her lap, gyrating to the music. Leah and Melinda sat on the couch, watching the show. Their hands idly caressed one another as their eyes devoured our wife's lithe movements.
Katie was topless. The others were fully clothed. Candles lit around the room bathed the four women in a soft ethereal glow.
"No touching," Katie playfully slapped Mimi's hands away from her breasts. The other woman's eyes smoldered with desire.
Geoff sat by himself, his eyes transfixed on our wives. Unbridled lust—and maybe a touch of envy—shone on his face.
About a year ago, right before they adopted the twins, Katie and Leah took a road trip out to California and took some how-to stripper classes. They learned the art of lap and pole dancing and have become quite good at it, I must say.
We installed a stripper's pole in the center of the room and both Melinda and I are quick to encourage the girls to put on a little show for us every now and then. It's all just to make sure they stay in shape and don't get out of practice, of course.
Katie had her arms around Mimi's neck and seemed to be taking great pleasure in driving the other woman crazy. Every time Yesmine would try to kiss or touch her, Katie pulled away or admonished her for getting too close.
"I'm gonna fuck you senseless, Katie," I heard Mimi growl.
"Not tonight, sweetheart," my wife replied, a teasing tone in her voice. "Others have dibs on you first."
Disappointment and excitement flashed across our friend's face. Katie leaned in, her red locks falling over her face. Her lips brushed Mimi's and the two whispered back and forth softly.
Then Katie pulled away and stood up. Her skirt fell just above her knees. She wasn't wearing anything else. "I think you need to go get ready."
The two shared a secret look. Katie blew our lover a kiss, then extended her hand to draw Mimi to her feet. They kissed once more before Yesmine turned to the rest of us. She winked at me and the girls and turned and left the room, all of our eyes on her shapely backside.
"What shall we do now?" Katie asked coyly.
