[Author's Note: All characters in this story are 18 years or older.]
*****
Betty led Bob and Jill down into the basement of their lakefront home, with Harry bringing up the rear.
"This, obviously, is the laundry room," Betty said as they passed through the small area with its washer, dryer, utility sink, and clothes-folding-table.
"Nice," Jill said. "I wish our house had a basement. I like all the room you have here."
Betty opened the next door, flicked a light switch, and as she waved the others in, she said, "And this is our media room."
"Oh! This is wonderful!" Jill said.
"Wow!" Bob said. "Yeah, this is the way to watch porn!" Looking out the window at the end of the room, with its view out over the darkening lake, he added, "You just have the one window to cover up."
"The projector screen is in the ceiling right above it," Harry said. "A touch of the button, and total privacy." He picked up a remote and demonstrated. Twenty seconds later, the screen had slid down its two tracks along the sides of the window, and the window was completely hidden.
"Clever," Bob commented. "No
gaposis
to give away what you're watching."
"Designed it myself," Harry said, proudly.
Facing the screen was a wide couch with a shorter "L" on each end of it, set at a slight angle.
Harry pushed another button on the remote, and the lights slowly dimmed until they were out, entirely, and the room was black. He then brought them back up to a moderate level of mood lighting.
"I know that we talked about watching Chasey Lain when we invited you over," Betty said, "but with all the stories we just shared up on the patio, I, for one, don't think I need a movie to get me more in the mood. Am I alone, or is anyone else already horny, too?"
"I'm in!" Bob said, raising his hand.
"I think I've been hard since you guys pulled up in your boat," Harry said.
"As much as I like watching Chasey get it on with another woman," Jill agreed, "I'm ready for the reality of that!"
Betty stepped up close to Jill, took her face between her hands, and kissed her gently. "I'm so glad you feel that way!"
In a moment, the two women had their arms wrapped around each other, and as they held each other tightly, they ground their bodies against one another, and kissed passionately.
As the women stood kissing and writhing provocatively against each other, Harry reached down and unbuckled his belt. As he lowered his fly, he said to Bob, "This looks like it could be a good show! I think we should get more comfortable."
Thirty seconds later, the two men were naked and sitting on the couch with their stiff cocks pointing upward as they watched their wives.
"I think we have an audience," Betty said to Jill. "I hope we don't disappoint them."
"I'm sure that just watching me
kiss
you has Bob ready to start jerking off," Jill said. "That's always been a big fantasy of his."
Betty turned to the men, and told them, "Leave your hands off your cocks, boys. Let's see how much self-control you have."
"Just as well," Bob said to Harry. "Jill's right; I'd blow my load in a minute flat if started jerking off right now."
Betty looked at Jill, and said, "Do you mind if I undress you?"
"If I can return the favor," Jill answered.
"Of course!" Betty said. She then gave Jill another gentle kiss, and started to slowly unfasten the buttons down the front of her untucked blouse.
When she reached the bottom, she let the blouse hang open naturally, exposing three or four inches of flesh between Jill's tits, and down to her belly button, ending where her slacks fastened around her waist.
Betty reached up and gently dragged her fingernails over Jill's swollen nipples, still hidden beneath the thin fabric.
"Puffies," Betty said as she teased the already-aroused nipples, and looked Jill in the eyes. "I love those!" She then leaned in and gave Jill another warm kiss.
Without separating their lips, Betty took hold of the edges of the blouse, and slowly drew them back. When the edges were at the far sides of Jill's tits, Betty broke the kiss and looked down.
"Oh! How lovely!" Betty said.
Jill's C-cup breasts were cradled from below by a lacy white half-bra that made sure that her soft, puffy pink nipples were fully exposed, front and center.
Betty bent down, and drew close to Jill's right nipple. Jill could feel the other woman's breath on the aroused mound, and she reached up, put her hands on Betty's head, and pulled her closer.
But Betty resisted, pulling back away from Jill's yearning nipple. She reached up, took Jill's hands from her head, and lowered them to Jill's sides.
Betty looked up into Jill's confused expression, and said, "I've got this. When I need your help, I'll let you know."
Jill smiled, clamped her hands against her slacks at her thighs, and said, "Should I call you Madam?"
Betty smiled back, and said, "No need for that. This isn't about domination or control. It's about enhancing the experience."
Betty slid her hands down Jill's arms, and gently caressed her hands. At the same time, she leaned back in, extended her tongue, and slowly licked it all over Jill's puffed up nipple.
Jill was longing for her to put her mouth over it, and suck and even bite a little bit, but instead, Betty blew a stream of air over the wet flesh.
The sudden coolness caused Jill to suck in her breath and let out a soft mew.
Betty repeated the licking and blowing on Jill's left tit, and then she gave each one a tender kiss. She straightened up, and while still holding Jill's hands against her thighs, she said softly, "We'll get back to those."
