I guess I was angrier at my husband than I realized. I can't think of any other reason I ended up doing what I did. Other than the fact it was fun - and felt real good. But there definitely was some spite involved.
Hal was in Omaha conducting a training program. On Friday he called and said he wouldn't be coming home until the following week. He made up some lie about having to do 'another session.' My ass! The only thing he was doing was some young chick with big tits. He was sorta a good husband, but even good husbands have been known to wander. I confess - I checked his story and found out there was no Saturday class added on. Hal does have a weakness for big tits.
In any event, when my neighbor Kim found out I'd be all alone for the weekend she invited me over to spend Saturday with her. Her own husband, Alan, was going to be gone most of the day at some golf thing and she was all alone too. We spent the morning sun bathing in their back yard. Her string bikini barely covered her assets, with which she was almost overly endowed. Not all the big tits were in Omaha.
My more modest assets were covered by a modest two-piece. As we lay on the deck drinking wine coolers I was uncomfortably aware of what an exceptionally sexy woman she was. Every time she moved, her nipples would appear and disappear behind the wisps of cloth covering them. It was a struggle not to stare at the magic triangle at her crotch. When she lay with her legs apart I could detect the outline of her pussy lips. I'd never really had a thing for woman, but if I did Kim would be high on the list. I lay there thinking it was a shame Alan wasn't there also. I would have loved to see him in a skimpy suit. I've admired - okay, lusted after - his tight ass for a long time.
Kim was telling me about their recent vacation in Jamaica. "We met a real nice couple there. They were a lot older than us, but we had a lot of fun together. Want to see our pictures?"
"Sure," I told her. Truthfully, looking at photos of other people's vacations always bores me, but she had been nice enough to ask me over so how could I refuse. Kim took me inside and I tried not to sigh when she pulled out three fat envelopes of photos.
The first set of pics were ordinary vacation photos. The two of them walking on the beach. Sunsets. Sailboats on the ocean. Blah, blah, blah. There were some shots of the two of them with an older couple. "That's Richard and Marion, the couple I told you about. We met them on the flight down and spent a lot of time together." The last photo she showed me was of the two women from behind, walking along the boardwalk. It took a second, but then I realized they were both bare from the waist up.
"No bra?" I said. "So you went topless did you?"
"Sure," she said. All the women were. If I hadn't taken my top off Alan would never have looked at me. Besides, Marion hadn't even brought a top, or any underwear either I don't think. Want to see the other pictures. We don't show them to just anyone," she said with a sly grin. By that time she finally had me interested.
The next batch of photos were mostly of the two women displaying their tits. As I already knew from her bikini, Kim had terrific boobs. Large and heavy, yet still firm. Small nipples with dark areolas. Marion had much more petite breasts, but they were very shapely. She had sharp, pointy tips with almost no dark around them. Several of the photos showed either Alan or Richard with the two women. There was one photo each of the men standing with the woman, a big tit in one hand and a tiny one in the other. The shot that really got me interested was of Marion standing behind Kim, her arms around the younger woman. She was holding Kim's jugs up towards the camera. In the final photo Kim was kissing Marion's nipple.
"My god, Kim. You two were really playing with each others boobs?"
"Yeah," she answered. "It was fun. And hot. I still get wet just thinking about it." That's when I realized I was getting wet myself. I couldn't help but look at Kim's breasts, erect and clearly visible through the cloth of her bra. "Would you like to touch them, Julie? To touch my breasts?" I guess I must have nodded because she immediately pulled her top off. Cupping her girls, she held them out toward me. Awkwardly I reached over and ran my palms over her nipples. She seemed to shiver slightly as I felt their hardness. Getting more nerve up, I cupped the soft globes in my hands, lightly rolling the tips between my fingers. I wondered vaguely if the slut Hal was cheating on me with had tits as nice as these. It might have been petty of me, but I hoped not.
"That feels nice, Julie. Can I touch yours?" I nodded again and Kim reached around me and unhooked my own bra. I released her long enough to let her slip the garment off my arms, my hands immediately going back to her caress her girls. I think I gasped when she grabbed my smaller boobs in her hands. I know I gasped when she pinched them, hard. But it wasn't pain that took my breath away. It was the wave of pleasure that seemed to travel down through me making my pussy tingle. I knew I was getting wet. Hell, we could smell it. "Let me show you the rest of the pictures," Kim said. Reluctantly we let go of each other and Kim pulled out one more stack of photos. "Alan and I haven't shown these to anyone yet."
Before she showed me what was in the pictures she told me, "Most of the time we spent with Richard and Marion was in their hotel suite. These were taken there." The first one she turned over was a shot of the four of them sitting on a sofa. The two women were in the middle with Richard sitting next to Kim and Alan on the other side of Marion. "Richard used a tripod and a time-delay setting to take this. He really had to hurry to get back in shot." I hardly heard her. I couldn't think of anything but what I was seeing. All four of them were completely naked. The men each had a semi-erect cock laying against his leg. Kim had one hand on Marion's thigh and the other grasping Richard just below where his cock was lying. Marion was similarly posed as if she was groping both Kim and Alan at the same time.
I took a second before I even noticed, but then I exclaimed,"You're shaved. Your pussy I mean. And Marion is too."
"Yes," Kim said. Alan did that before we left home. Marion has a girlfriend who shaves her."
"A girlfriend," I said slightly incredulous.
"Yep," Kim answered. "You heard me right."
Slowly she showed me each of the final pictures. All nudes. There were shots of Kim with both men, of Marion with both. Shots of Marion and Kim with each of the men separately. There was a lot of touching going on with several shots of Marion and Alan, his cock in her hand. There was one photo of Kim standing between the two guys with a dick in each hand. A couple of fully erect dicks, obviously ready to go. The final shot was of Kim and Marion kissing, their bodies pressed together. I could see Kim's tits mashing against Marion's. Kim had one hand squeezing Marion's ass. By that point I was really smelling pussy.
"I guess I should have told you beforehand, Richard and Marion are swingers. And they picked us as playmates."
"You mean you had sex with them?" I must have sounded like some kind of hick, but I was having trouble thinking straight at the time.
"Yes," she answered. "And not just them. The second night they invited another couple, Tom and May to join us. They are swingers also."
"You mean you had sex with - you fucked - two other guys and Alan knew about it?" I guess I really was a hick.
"Yes, he was right there. But then he was usually banging someone himself at the time." My eyes went back to the photo of the two women kissing. Answering my unasked question, Kim said, "We didn't just do the men you know. We did other things."
