A couple of nights in a rented house in the countryside? Sounded nice to me. When our close friends Steven and Scarlett suggested we join them for part of their holiday, I jumped at the opportunity. They promised we would go on some hikes, eat good food, do some drugs, play some games, and thoroughly relax. Exactly my kind of holiday. It didn't take long for my wife Donna to get into the idea once I told her about the offer.
We packed the essentials while talking about everything we wanted to do this weekend, and everything we would be glad not to have to do. It had been a long time since we had taken a vacation, and it was our first one with our friends. "I can't wait to see you in that" I told my wife as she packed some of her summer clothes. I could see she was taking some of my favorite outfits, like the light blue tank top that hugged her curves and the short skirt that showed off her long legs. I followed her lead and packed some things I knew she liked to see me in. Donna smiled at how excited I was about the trip.
What I didn't tell anyone is that I was also excited to be alone with just my wife and our friends. Scarlett is a good-looking woman, and Steven is handsome and athletic. Lately, they had worked their way into my fantasies. I pictured cute Scarlett down on her knees in front of me, my cock inches from her face, as she smiled up at me and then took me in her mouth. I pictured Steven kissing my wife Donna, then pushing her back on the bed, aiming his cock at her wet pussy. I pictured Scarlett and Donna lying next to each other on their backs, holding hands, while they were fucked first by their own husbands, and then by each other's husbands. I felt guilty about having these thoughts, but I told myself that it was just a fantasy, that it would never happen. And I would never do anything to threaten my marriage with Donna, or our friendship with Steven and Scarlett, or their marriage for that matter. But the thought kept creeping in.
Finally, the weekend came and we piled everything into the car. The trip there was uneventful, and sadly non-erotic, as I was more concerned with not getting lost on the godforsaken country roads than with my wife's hot body sitting beside me. She was wearing that hot blue tank top and short black shorts. If I wasn't so eager to meet our friends, I may have pulled over on one of these lonely country roads and enjoyed some hot, awkward car sex. Finally, we pulled up to the cottage.
It was smaller than I expected from the picture, but looked peaceful and rustic as advertised. Steven and Scarlett were already there. Hearing our car, they came out to greet us. Steven welcomed me with his customary handshake, and then leaned over and gave Donna a hug. As Scarlett embraced me, I felt her soft body press against my hard chest, giving me some decidedly wicked thoughts. She was dressed in a tight white t-shirt and shorts, looking fresh and summery. She released me to greet Donna, and I watched their bosoms press together as they hugged. More wicked thoughts.
They showed us the accommodations. The cottage had a large open downstairs area with a kitchen and living room. There was a fireplace that we had no use for in the middle of summer, and a couple of couches, but that was about it. No TV, computer, or any electronic device capable of blasting a presidential tweet into our abused brains. I felt free.
The upstairs floor had two bedrooms and a single shared bathroom. I noticed that the two bedrooms shared a flimsy-looking wall. Looked like the owner had turned a single bedroom cottage into a double bedroom on the cheap. I pondered the implication of the thin wall. Would Donna be comfortable banging in here with our friends right on the other side of this wall? I hoped the setup wouldn't ruin our vacation. I also wondered if Steven and Scarlett had similar concerns when they saw the bedrooms.
After unpacking the car, we spent the rest of the morning hiking through the countryside. Large open spaces and fresh greenery were a pleasant change from city life. I enjoyed the scenery, which intermittently included two lovely female bodies. Whenever the girls walked in front of us, I admired the way that their shorts hugged their asses. The way their hair blew in the wind. Not to mention the way that their breasts bounced and swayed in their little tank tops they wore. I occasionally glanced at Steven to make sure he didn't see me enjoying his wife, but his eyes were already locked on Donna as she scrambled over a large rock in the path. I felt no jealously, but it made me wonder if Donna had worn her skimpy outfit just for me, or if she had thought about who else might be watching her. Or maybe she just wore it because it was hot out... I probably shouldn't jump to conclusions. But if Donna
was
teasing both of us men on purpose, was Scarlett doing the same? Both women were dressed nearly identically, in tight clothing that was hard to ignore. I made an effort not to stare. Nothing would ruin this vacation faster than making everyone think I was some kind of pervert. Even if there was some truth to that.
We fired up the grill and barbequed our dinner, eating at the picnic table behind the cabin. There was a cool breeze that helped to cut the heat from the blazing sun, although it was finally setting down on the horizon. Dinner conversation was mundane, as Steven seemed most interested in talking about upcoming films he was excited about. Eventually, though, Scarlett commented on the cabin, and asked us what we thought of it.
"It's very cozy and romantic," said Donna. "Perfect for relaxing."
"We thought the same when we first got here," said Steven.
There was a pause in the conversation. I wondered if anyone else was thinking about the problem with the sleeping situation. I felt relieved when Steven brought it up.
"Not much privacy up there. Are you guys ok with that?"
"We all know what happens on vacation," said Donna, "and we're all adults. We can deal with it."
Everyone seemed satisfied with that, and I felt a great sense of relief that I wasn't going to have to spend the weekend celibate. We moved on to drinks, Steven put on some music, and I rolled a joint. We all settled in on the couches to enjoy our evening, talking excitedly about our plans for this getaway. Eventually, Donna expressed the desire to play a game, and everyone seemed keen. I had brought something for just this occasion and ran to get it.
The game was called "Spank the Yeti," but it was basically "Marry, Fuck, Kill" with more options for what to do. One player got cards with three people and three activities, and had to decide what they would do to each person. Other players tried to guess what the answers would be for points. We had all played it before, and, while it was a little bit raunchy, it didn't go too far. Knowing how to play, we started the first round. I went first, and laughed when I saw the three people I had to choose from:
- Mona Lisa
- An angry kangaroo
- A crowd of sports mascots
And my three actions I had to match with those people:
- Film a sex tape with
- Tango with
- Share an apartment with
I chose to share the apartment with Mona Lisa because she was the quietest, tango with the angry kangaroo because anger would add a fiery passion to the dance, and film a sex tape with the mascots because at least it would be funny. Donna correctly guessed all my answers, winning the most points for that round. The losers downed their drinks, which is a rule I don't remember agreeing to, but apparently this was now a drinking game. After a few more rounds, we had all chugged at least one drink and were all feeling good. Donna and Scarlett were the losers in the next round. Scarlett's drink was immediately gone, but my wife hesitated.
Donna begged me for an exception from the drinking, which surprised me a bit, since I was unaware that I was any kind of referee for the game. I refused her request, though, since it didn't seem to fit the spirit of the game. "You drink for me" she insisted anyway, pushing her glass over to me.
"What's in this for me?" I asked, not ready to let her off the hook just yet.
"Sexual favors?" she laughed. I scratched my chin thoughtfully, not sure how to answer that in front of my friends, and pretty surprised that my wife had said that in the first place. She must already be tipsy.
"Not fair," said Scarlett. "What are the rest of us supposed to offer him?"
"Well you can offer," said Donna. I chuckled and downed the drink, not sure how to respond to that. I glanced at Steven and Scarlett's faces, trying to see their reaction to that, but they were already preparing the next hand.
Scarlett leaned over the card box, her low-cut shirt dropping open enough to afford a good look at her large, pale breasts. "We've done these ones before," she complained as she flipped through them. "I know, let's make up our own."
Everyone seemed into the idea, and Donna jumped up and grabbed some paper and pens. It was Steven's turn next. Donna and I came up with the people, while Scarlett jotted down three actions. Donna suggested Donald Trump and Ghandi. I whispered "Let's make it difficult for him" and wrote down Steven's own wife, Scarlett, as one of the choices. We revealed the three people to Steven, and he groaned when he saw Scarlett's name written down.
"Are you guys trying to get me in trouble?" he complained.
"Yes" everyone else answered, nearly in unison. Scarlett started to laugh, and the rest of us joined in when we saw the action cards she had created. I always suspected that she had a but of a dirty mind, and these actions seemed to confirm it. They were all sexual. The people cards were placed down on the table:
- Trump
- Mahatma Gandhi
- Scarlett
And the actions:
- Give oral sex to
- Receive oral sex from
- Receive anal sex from
We all made our predictions and waited for the reveal. Steven began with the most difficult one.
"I would receive anal sex from Gandhi," he deadpanned. "Because I think he would be the gentlest."
We all nodded at his wisdom.
"I would give oral sex to Trump," Steven continued. "Because it doesn't say it has to be Donald Trump. There's always Ivanka."
We laughed, and Scarlett chastised him for not following the spirit of the game. I vowed to be more specific next time.
"And finally, my easiest choice was to receive oral sex from Scarlett, because I know she likes it too, and she knows what I like." He flashed her a smile, which she happily returned. I was smiling too. Finding out that Scarlett liked sucking cock and was good at it was more than I ever dreamed of learning about my friends' sex lives. It's not the kind of thing that came up very often in conversation.
I glanced over a Donna to make sure she was comfortable with the level of sharing that was clearly going to take place in this round, but she was smiling too and seemed like she wanted to say something. I briefly wondered if she was going to say that she liked cocksucking too, but I will never know because she decided to remain silent. Scarlett won that round, clearly knowing her husband's proclivities.
It was my turn next. Donna wrote the actions while Steven and Scarlett chose the people. I assumed they were going to make Donna one of the choices to put me in the same situation, so the choices they revealed momentarily caught me off guard.
- Steven
- Scarlett
- Yourself
"I hope you gave me some easy actions," I said to Donna as she started to reveal my choices.
