Events over the last couple of weeks have taken an almost surreal turn. It suddenly became quite common for me to walk into my house and find my wife naked, with either April Mark, or both of them, naked along with her. The house usually smelled of sex, which is never a bad thing, and I was getting laid more frequently than I've ever been. We spent weekends at one house or the other, frequently never putting a stitch of clothing on at all.
Our planned camping trip was coming up quickly, and I had finally found a motor home that would be perfect for the four of us. It had one gigantic bed in the master bedroom, and a small bed that could be pulled out in the main room. The day before we were supposed to leave, I was packing some of the food when Mark came in to help.
"Wow. This thing really does have a lot of room. Imagine all of the fun we could have in here..."
I laughed, then moaned slightly as I felt Mark's hand slide over my ass, and around to my cock. He gripped me firmly, and stroked me to a full erection. I turned to face him, and he pushed me down onto one of the chairs. He freed my raging erection from my pants, and quickly engulfed it with his hot mouth. I sat back, enjoying the sensations he was giving me, when I heard a strange voice.
"Eric? Are you in there?"
I looked out the window, and saw our nosy older neighbor, Mrs. Peterson. I realized she wouldn't be able to see anything from below the window, and waved at her. Mark looked up at me like he thought I was an idiot, but I simply smiled, and pushed his head back down on my cock. I carried on a conversation with her while he sucked me off, and fortunately, she left just as I exploded into Mark's willing mouth. I collapsed, completely spent, and Mark sat back, laughing.
"I can't believe you did that! What if she wanted to come in?"
"Mrs. Peterson couldn't maneuver the stairs. I've been on the receiving end of several complaints about her inability to walk long distances, climb stairs, yada yada yada. I've always wondered what it would be like to have sex in public. That was fun!"
"What was fun?"
Megan climbed into the camper, saw Mark on his knees, and my cock hanging out of my pants, and put two and two together.
"You were getting a blowjob while Mrs. Peterson was standing right there, weren't you? You two are incredible! If she had seen Mark down there, the whole neighborhood would know you two were screwing around."
I shrugged. "Do we really care? So what if the neighbors know we swing? Maybe a few of them would be into joining us. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on Melanie's big tits, and Jack looks to have a pretty big cock as well...they could be fun!"
Megan just shook her head, laughing.
"You really are incorrigible, my love. That's why I married you in the first place. Mark, time to get off your knees, and go get your gear. April called and said she was finished packing. If we get loaded fast enough, maybe we can hit the road tonight, instead of tomorrow morning?"
Mark got up and slipped past Megan, but not without giving her breasts a nice squeeze. She laughed, and he went to go get his wife. I took a long look at my wife, and as always, loved what I was seeing. Megan has never shaved any part of her body, preferring to be as nature intended. The first time I saw her naked, I was hooked. She had dark skin, and dark hair and never wears shorts or sleeveless clothing, knowing most people would not approve. Around the house, however, she frequently wears little or nothing at all. Now, with our relationship with Mark and April being what it is, she is becoming more and more comfortable being in revealing clothing, which is all to the good, as far as I'm concerned. Right now, she was wearing an old t-shirt of mine that was cut off at the shoulders, and I could see peeks of her thick armpit hair from under her arms. A closer look showed me that she was also not wearing a bra, letting her 38D boobs hang free. Also an unusual occurrence for my somewhat shy wife.
"What are you looking at? Did I spill on myself?"
I smiled, and reached to pull her to me. She slipped into my arms as if she was meant to be there, and indeed she was.