New Old Friends - Day 07

Saturday

"Oh, Fuck!" A distant yet clear scream awoke me from my slumber. As I tried to get my bearings, I felt a head resting on my chest. Despite my grogginess, when I brought my hand to the person beside me and felt down the smooth, warm, soft flesh, I was instantly aware that it was Jaime's lithe body nestled up beside me.

My movement caused her to look up at me, "Hey sleepyhead."

"Sorry to wake you."

"I wasn't asleep."

Then another yell made its way into the bedroom, "So full! You have my ass stretched wide open!"

"Did they wake you too?"

Jaime responded, "No they didn't, I haven't fallen asleep yet. Too excited."

Still trying to gather my senses, I asked, "What is going on?"

"You and RJ dozed off after our last round of lovemaking, but I was still on a high from my first time... you know... taking it backdoor, so I was wide awake. I was facing Sara, and she was still awake too, with a strange look on her face. I could tell she was contemplating something, so I started whispering to her about everything trying to figure out what was going on in that pretty but naughty head of hers.

"She eventually confessed to wondering if she would be able to handle RJ in her ass like I had. I told her she should wake him and try it. She didn't want to bother his sleep, but I finally convinced her that he would definitely be up for the challenge -- pun intended -- and he would be disappointed if she wanted to do it but wouldn't wake him to try. I told her he loves her ass and would want to try and get into it.

"Even though I took him, I think she was still nervous. She said that prior to seeing me take him, she had thought she could, but then I looked so stretched out when he was in me that she didn't think she could ever open up that much. I told her that once she and you got me properly prepared it wasn't too bad. It wasn't easy but I did it and I was sure she could too.

"I think she was looking for excuses because she was so nervous, because she then said that if her and RJ tried it, they would wake you. I got a little tough on her and told her to quit trying to find excuses. I told her to wake him up, take him back to our unit, and go for it, otherwise she would regret at least not trying. She was still going back and forth when I basically kicked her out of bed and told her to take RJ with her. Whether she let him fuck in the ass or not didn't matter to me, I said I just wanted some alone time with you. I felt bad but she woke RJ and dragged him out of bed groggily, pushing him out the door without any explanation. Thankfully just as she was leaving, she looked back and quietly told me thanks for pushing her and that I was right that she would regret not trying. I grabbed the lube and threw it to her and told her I was confident she could take him and that I was anxious to hear all about it."

Then a deeper voice howled, "Man, what an ass. So good."

"It sounds like they were successful and that's what you are hearing."

"I'm glad for them. And I am glad you pushed her. Our motto this week has been no regrets, so I am thankful you didn't let this become one for her. But you didn't have to kick them out and tell them you wanted some alone time with me, heck I was sleeping. You could have just let them stay so you could watch and help, I would have loved waking up to seeing that."

"I agree it would have been great to watch them, but I wasn't just saying that I wanted to spend some alone time with you to push her to act, I meant it. I really do want some one-on-one time with you."

"Oh, you do, huh?"

"Yep," she replied sheepishly.

"Anything in particular you had in mind?"

"Honestly, no. I was happy cuddling with you while you slept, so you can go back to sleep if you want. I really don't care as long we are together."

Then we heard more noises wafting from afar.

"Well, I got my power nap out of the way so I'm not ready to go back to sleep yet, so we could just stay curled up and talk." Then I took her hand from my chest and put it on my semi-hard penis, "But something else is waking up too, if you have any interest in doing something more than cuddling. We can do whatever you want in whatever position you want. Any time spent doing or not doing anything with you is great with me, I just love us being together. And it sounds like our spouses are loving being together too."

"I love being with you too and it doesn't matter if we have more sex or not. I always enjoy it, but I mostly just cherish our time together."

We just held each other tightly and then it hit me. I started to get up and pull her with me, "I have an idea." Taking her to Jaime's recently packed suitcase, I grabbed the largest oversized shirt I could find, "Here put this on."

"Where are we going? What do you have in mind?" she said as she pulled the shirt on. I found myself a pair of athletic shorts to don.

She looked amazing. The shirt was just barely long enough to cover her womanhood and her hiney. Her long legs stretched out below tantalizingly. I took her beauty in as I put a finger to her lips, "No more questions. Just trust me, I think you will love my idea." I grabbed two nearby beach towels and then taking her hand I practically yanked her down the stairs. As we passed the laundry room door, we could hear her husband and my wife mating and all I could think was how beautiful of a sound that was. We were all in love and happy for one another.

Out the sliding door I pulled her in haste and down the stairs. I could feel her slow down as we neared the hot tub, but I tugged at her and continued in a rush past it and out thru the dunes only stopping when we hit the beach. Putting the towels down, I told her, "I heard that someone likes to have sex outdoors and thought what better place than on the beach with the sound of the ocean waves in the background."

Jaime responded wordlessly by jumping into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and smothering me with kisses. I could feel her warm, slightly damp crotch against my belly, just above my ballooning cock. I returned her affection fervently as I knelt down on the towels with her around me and then lowered her onto her back. She lowered her legs but kept them spread wide while she reached around me. Her hands snaked their way under the elastic waistband of my shorts and pawed my butt cheeks for a minute before gripping them and pulling me tight into her.

The thin slick fabric of my shorts was all that separated my now fully erect and pulsing pole from her ever-moistening hole. I made quick work of the clearing that barrier as I pulled back just enough to pull the front of my shorts down just below my balls, took my penis in my hand, and guided it to her opening. When she felt it there at the entrance to her love hole, she wrapped her legs back around me and pulled me fully inside her in one fell swoop and a moan of pleasure. We ground our pelvises against each other, and I felt her folds and her nub against my crotch as we returned to swapping saliva. Her tunnel was warm and wet encasing me tightly as she worked her muscles to massage my cock inside her.

We did not move, but just laid molded together as tightly as we could and keeping me as far inside her as I could. Our tongue battle slowed, and we withdrew to warm kisses and then pecks, before I pulled my head back to look at her face in the moonlight and listen to soothing sounds of the waves. "I love you and I love being inside you. You look so beautiful."

"I love you too and I love having you inside me, handsome," she cooed before continuing. "This was a fantastic idea. I could lay here all night, in the moonlight, listening to the ocean, smelling the fresh salt air, and having you deep in my core."

We kissed. I rolled her over putting her on top and I clutched her ass and began squeezing her cheeks as I pulled her pelvis tight to mine. Every once in a while, I would run a finger from just below where my cock entered her up her crack, along her sphincter to her lower back and across and up her side, eliciting a groan followed by a squirm as she was ticklish along her lower back and up her sides. Every time she squirmed, I moaned as her movements moved her inner walls delightfully on my sensitive cock and head.

Lewis and Chris went about discovering each other's bodies on the beach, learning to read the cues they were giving, and working to pleasure one another whenever we found a spot or movement that garnered a response. Despite our best efforts to last all night, our discovery efforts and exploiting the clues we were finding along the way were leading us down a path that led to only one place -- orgasm. Our subtle movements grew to become my thrusting and her bouncing as she transitioned from laying on top of me to being up on her knees. I removed the shirt I had given her and took in her full body of beauty. The light of the moon gave her a glow, an aura if you will, that made her look like a goddess to me as she undulated on top of me. I repeatedly let her know how beautiful she was both inside and out as I stroked her body. I played with her hair, ran my hand along her cheek and neck, fondled her chest, pinched her nipples, rubbed her sides and tummy, strummed her clit, massaged her ass, and caressed her legs -- basically touching any part of her that I could reach. I let her know what she felt and looked like to me as I complemented her loveliness.

She was trying to return compliments to me whenever she could get a word in between my praises, but for the most part she just bathed in my exultations as I wanted her to. Not only was everything I was saying true and my honest feelings, but my words and touches were raising three things even higher -- my penis, her self-esteem, and both of our sexual arousal. Suddenly, I went silent as she closed her eyes and ground down on me harder than she ever had up to that point. I realized her release was imminent and frankly I was grateful as I had been working hard to hold out for her. My hand went to her clit. I took it between my thumb and finger, gave it a small pinch, then began rolling it back and forth causing her to scream as she exploded, "OH, OH, OH, OH!" Then she went silent as I thrust up into her and began coating her womb with whatever remaining seed I could muster from my balls.

After my last thrust, she collapsed panting onto my chest. I held her tightly as she shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. Her quakes ended and her panting transitioned to heavy breathing as I rubbed her back and ass until my deflating cock started to slide out of her and set off a mini tremor in her from the feeling of me slipping out of her. Her tremble stopped and we just laid in each other arms. After a minute or two, her breathing slowed, and I knew she was falling asleep. I easily could have joined her, but my mind was on alert from the idea that we did not want to be woken up on the beach in the morning by a cop arresting us for indecent exposure.

So reluctantly, I nudged Jaime, "Let's go back to the house and go to bed. We will be more comfortable."

She reluctantly agreed and we got up. I pulled up my shorts and handed Jaime her shirt which she put on. We walked back from the beach with her head on my shoulder and my arm around her waist. When we got inside both units were silent. We went into the downstairs bathroom and jumped into the shower briefly to get any sand off and not drag it through the house. We left the clothes in the laundry room as they had sand on them and padded in the nude up the stairs. The shower did not revive us. We were both exhausted and trudged towards the bedroom. While I enjoyed the view of her ass in front of me, I was too tired to even pinch her, and my penis was fatigued and stayed flaccid.

When we came into the bedroom and turned towards the bed, we both were startled to see two nude, sleeping bodies. RJ and Sara must have returned after their anal adventure, found the bed empty, and decided to go to sleep. We, softly and without a sound, climbed into bed beside them and fell asleep almost as soon as our heads hit the pillows.

We were all startled awake well after sunrise when all four of our phones notified us that we had texts simultaneously. Everyone saw the time displayed on the alarm clock as I reached for my phone. We all panicked when we saw how late it was until I read the message. It was from the owners of the house. They were letting us know that we could check out later than required today. The cleaning crew would not be here until around 2 pm or 3 pm today, so the owners are okay with us staying until 1 pm instead of our originally scheduled 10 am required departure. We were all excited to hear the news. We would have been scrambling, but now we relaxed a bit. Jaime and Sara, who were in the middle of the bed, swapped places leaving their boyfriends sides and moving to cuddle with their husbands.

We all talked about our nights or should I say early mornings after Sara and RJ had left and gone to the other unit. They were curious where we were when they came back, while Jaime and I were interested how the anal sex had gone between them.

As we all talked about our nights, not only did questions arise and get answered, but things on RJ and myself also arose and started poking our spouses as we spooned. The sex talk was visibly affecting us guys, however I also saw Jaime's nipples had stiffened and she was wiggling against RJ's stiffy, just like Sara was doing to mine.

After everyone was caught up and all questions were answered, there was a lull in the conversation as spouses rubbed against each other. Abruptly, RJ moved pulling Jaime onto her back and he climbed onto her as she spread her legs. We watched him pierce through her strawberry hair and penetrate her waiting slit with an "Ugh" from both of them.

I was spurred by their actions and moved to do the same with Sara, but she held me in place and whispered to me, "I want to watch for a while."

It was a beautiful sight, as RJ pumped leisurely in and out of Jaime while they stared into each other's eyes and shared tender pecks of their lips. Their deep love was crystal clear, and it was wonderful to see it expressed with their bodies moving as one. It was evident that they had been together for years as they gave in to and responded to the love of their life in ways that only true soulmates could.

After watching for several minutes, Sara rolled onto her back and pulled me on top and I slid easily into moist flower. As I looked down at her, I noticed that she had taken Jaime's hand in her own. I made my strokes long and smooth. The visual inspiration of our friends' coupling along with the physical stimulation of my hot missile in her warm tunnel moved us rapidly towards our mountaintop. We were still climbing when we heard the groans of RJ and Jaime at their peak. We paused. Jaime 's hand was squeezing Sara's forcefully as both RJ and Jaime's muscles tensed through their release.

When we saw them ease, Sara lifted her hips into me. I got the hint and began a steady wave of pumping myself into her. It took no time at all to reach the point of no return and I started to unload into her as she grasped my ass and pulled signaling her own climax.

When we came down, we looked over at four eyes watching us closely. "Spectacular," remarked Jaime.

Sara rubbed her hand, "Thanks. You two were too."

After a short rest and recovery, we all begrudgingly agreed it was time to roll out of bed, eat some brunch and start loading our cars. Sara and I started to get ready for the day and get dressed, while RJ and Jaime headed back to their unit to do the same.

Afterwards, we scrounged up something to eat and headed over to their unit where they were finding some food too. We all sat down. Not wanting this to become a sad time, as we all knew the time our departure and going our separate ways was rapidly approaching, I asked RJ a question that had been in the back of my mind for a while, but I never mentioned before, "Hey, what does RJ stand for?"

"Robert James," my wife quickly answered for him. She obviously had already talked to him about his name.

"Or Robert, Junior," Jaime added.

"So, which is it? And why do you use RJ and not Robert or something?"

Jaime interjected, "Well that is a bit of a story."

RJ finally got a chance to speak, "I don't know or care if it for Robert James or Robert, Junior, whichever you want it to be. I have always just been RJ. My dad goes by Robert formally and Bob or Bobby informally. When my mom got pregnant, he told her that if it was a boy, he would like to name his first son after himself. My mom knew that was important to him, but she did not want two Roberts or Bobs around the house, she thought that would be too confusing. My dad agreed and thought they could use the middle name and call a son, James or Jim or Jimmy. My mom would not have that. That was her uncle's name, and he frankly was an alcoholic with a gambling problem and had been a pain to the family for years. She lived through her mom's dealing with him for years. The family tried to help him, but he refused to admit he had any problems, and he also had no problem showing up randomly and asking for money. In addition, there was a Jimmy kid in junior high who had bullied her. So while she was okay with it as a middle name, she did not want to call her son by that name as it had too many negative connotations for her. So, whenever she used it growing up by calling me Robert James, I knew I was in trouble."

"I do the same thing if I am upset with him -- I call him Robert James, and that gets his attention," Jaime chuckled.

"Oh, that is good to know." Sara snickered and we all joined in the laughing.

"Hey, Jaime hasn't had to call me that too often! But anyway, my mom suggested calling me Robby, she thought that was different enough from Robert or Bob. My dad would have nothing to do with it as there was a kid who liked to tease him by calling him Robby when he was growing up. So, they gave up on naming me after my dad and spent the next few weeks or so bouncing around other possible names. Then one night when my dad walked through the door as he came home from work, my mom said, 'What about RJ?' My dad was totally caught off-guard and had no idea what she was asking. She saw that in his face and expanded her thought of naming a son Robert James, Junior but calling him RJ. He liked the idea and thus I have been RJ since in the womb, but they never said if the J was for James or Junior as it didn't matter to them or me, if they had a son, he would be RJ. I never have used Robert or James other than when filling out paperwork. So, there you have it."

"Interesting," I said. We continued to eat. I had successfully distracted everyone for at least a little while.

Then Sara followed up, "So talking about your parents, didn't both of you say they are longtime friends and very close? Tell us about them and their friendship."

Jaime spoke up, "They have been friends since college. Our dads were college roommates and friends and so were our moms. RJ's parents met when they were lab partners as sophomores. As my dad says, 'He was smitten with her.' They would sit and talk after class or lab, sometimes for hours. They studied together. Afterwards every time they came home so happy and talking non-stop about each other. Finally, my dad was tired of hearing about this mysterious lab girl that Bob clearly liked but hadn't asked out on a date. He asked Bob when he was going to ask her out. Bob hemmed and hawed before finally saying she wouldn't want to go out with him, it would cause too many problems. My dad asked why, and Bob said, 'Because she is Black and I am white.' Remember that this was the mid 1970's, so interracial relationships were not that common and very often looked down upon. My dad told him, 'Who cares. You obviously like each other A LOT, so fuck whatever one else says or thinks and give her a chance to decide for herself if she wants to go out with you or not. Don't take the choice away from her. Plus, it would just be a date. You are not asking her to marry you.' He finally relented to my dad's logic and pestering and asked her out."