Michelle stepped out of our bedroom, dressed to impress in her classy, dark blue business suit. She'd paired the skirt and jacket with a brilliant white, button front blouse that she'd left open just enough to play peekaboo with her breasts, and the three-inch heels, the tallest she owned, completed the corporate look perfectly. With her hair pulled severely back, she looked powerful and sexy, like she could crush a man in the boardroom or bedroom.
"What do you think?" she asked, cocking a hip. "Do I look the part?"
I smiled. "Oh... yeah," I growled, my appreciation clear in my tone.
This was my weekend to pick the play. When it was my turn, I enjoyed setting up scenarios where we could become another person as we played a part. I came up with a proposal and then, during one of our weekly get togethers with Carl and Nikki, we'd talked it around, refining and developing the idea, until everyone was excited and happy with the setting and their role in it. I scripted our play only in the broadest strokes, permitting each of us to tailor our character to our own tastes, and allowing our play to flow naturally without us having to worry about following a script.
Over the years, the four of us had been everything from spies, to cowboys, to bikers. Today, Michelle and Nikki were going to be high-powered executives in town on business, powerful women who were accustomed to getting what they wanted, and what they wanted today was to celebrate after closing a major business deal that had netted them millions.
"You look like someone who can kick some serious ass," I said as my gaze returned to hers.
She smiled. "You're going to find out what I can do once Carl and Nikki get here."
A surge of need tickled my cock as I glanced at the clock on the microwave. "Fifteen or twenty more minutes."
"They need to hurry the fuck up," she growled with a teasing smile. "Doesn't that bitch know that time is money?"
I snickered. Michelle and Nikki were the kindest, most dedicated nursing professionals I could imagine, caring deeply about each person we transported. Only the most critically injured were airlifted, so not only did they pour their knowledge and expertise into helping a victim, sometimes, when they'd done all they could, they simply held their patient's hand while urging them to never give up and to fight for every breath and every heartbeat. I was convinced Nikki, my flight nurse, had saved more than one person by the sheer force of her will, and Carl said Michelle was the same.
Today, however, Michelle was becoming a different person. From the style of her hair to the hardness of her expression, she was wrapping herself in the
I don't give a shit about anyone but myself
persona of Michelle Blackwell, corporate raider. I smiled to myself. It's what made my play so much fun. I was a lucky son-of-a-bitch in that I often fucked two stunningly beautiful women, but today I was going to get to fuck a third, and perhaps even a fourth if Nikki lost herself in the role of Nicole Stewart, Michelle's partner and attack dog lawyer.
I settled into my chair and flipped on the television to the Diamondbacks game, waiting for Carl and Nikki to arrive, unable to fully wipe the smile from my lips as I remembered how I went from fucking one beautiful woman to two.
Carl and I are air ambulance pilots, flying medical helicopters in and around the greater Phoenix, Arizona, area, and our wives were part of our crews. Because the four of us worked so closely together, we'd bonded tight and started spending more and more time together, getting together on weekends to cookout, take in a Diamondbacks game, or just socialize. About eight years ago, the four of us took a vacation together, flying to the Bahamas for two weeks of fun in the sand, surf, and sun.
On the third night, while soaking in a hot tub after a few too many Bahama Mamas, Carl and Nikki got carried away and started fucking right in front of Michelle and me. My smile spread with the memory. Our inhibitions lowered by rum, and turned on by Nikki and Carl's sensual moans and erotic snarls, Michelle and I had started doing the wild thing ourselves. It had been hot as
shit,
the four of us splashing and groaning as our wives sat on our cocks and we fucked our way to orgasm.
The next morning everyone was rightly embarrassed, and more than a little hung over, but by the evening we were laughing about the encounter. I think all four of us thought the experience was a drunken, one-time thing, and it'd never happen again, but we were wrong.
Two nights later we'd had a repeat performance that was far more intense. The four of us were dancing on the beach, and even in the crowded beach bar, the feel of Michelle's swimsuit covered ass gyrating against my crotch made me
seriously
horny. Carl and Nikki were in even worse shape. They were damn near fucking right there on the dance floor, and watching Carl run his hands over his wife's lush, bikini clad body as they danced close, their crotches grinding together, only made my horniness worse. Michelle and I excused ourselves with the intention of returning to our room and fucking our brains out, but apparently Carl and Nikki decided they'd had enough and needed some relief as well.
We had adjoining rooms with a passthrough between them, doors we were leaving open except when we retired for the night. When Michelle and I entered our room, we were so overheated we ignored the doors and all but attacked each other, and we weren't the only ones. With the passthrough doors open, we could clearly hear Carl and Nikki going at it as hard in the next room as we were.
Listening to Carl and Nikki as they groaned and sighed, the slaps on their bodies, their cries as they gave and took pleasure, drove Michelle and me to fuck each other even harder, our own wails of passion and lust loud in the night. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life to that point, Michelle softly howling her way through her orgasm as Nikki did the same in the other room.
"I'm going to come," I growled, unable to hold against my climax any longer.
"No! Don't stop! Keep fucking me!" Michelle panted, working her hips on my cock.
I shook my head violently, fighting my pleasure, but I was lost. I snarled loudly as I spilled into my wife, the length of my cock burning with every hard pulse as I emptied an ocean of semen into her, and still she fucked me, squirming under me, panting and gasping as I burned in orgasmic fire.
"Mother-fuck!" Carl roared from the next room. "Your tight pussy is making me come, you fucking bitch!"
Nikki cried out, the sound of a woman deep in pleasure, the sound that stirred a man's soul and stiffened his cock. "Don't stop!" she begged. "Don't stop fucking me! Keep fucking me while I come all over that big fucking cock!"
Carl roared again as first Nikki and then Michelle added their sounds of pleasure to his. I had to see, my need to watch Carl burying his cock in his wife as undeniable as my need to draw a breath.
I heaved Michelle off the bed, lifting her into my arms and holding her by the ass with her legs draped over my arms as she steered my still rock-hard cock back inside her. I bellowed in erotic torture, the sensations of my cock's passage through her hot, tight, wetness causing me to thrust into her hard and deep.
