It was Saturday morning, at a mountain cabin our friends were sharing with us. My husband Marco and I arrived yesterday afternoon. He made us a lovely dinner and then we did what none of us have ever done before, we slept with each other's spouse.
Marci and Steve in a decade of marriage have had the same fantasy that Marco and I have harbored for probably half the nine years we have been married. Last evening's swap came about after several weeks of planning once the subject was broached among the four of us. Steve treated me to multiple orgasms, and although I have not yet spoken to Marco, he and Marci look like their evening went well.
We were all situated in the kitchen. Marco and Marie were cooking breakfast, sausage, pancakes and freshly sliced fruits. Marco had his robe on, I could see his semi flaccid member bounce as he moved. Marci's lovely little breasts bounced as well under her satin tee shirt. Her nipples were saying good morning to anyone who looked, and she sported a sexy camel toe with her pink satin panties.
Steve and I appeared in the kitchen after showering together in the large walk-in shower our master bedroom suite contained. I was still aglow from my climax in the shower, compliments of Steve. He did pull out and ejaculate his climax all over my black pubic hair bush. We'd spent the previous twenty minutes or so cleaning 'me' of climaxes two and three last night. Brushing my teeth took care of his first climax of the evening. He, like Marco wore only a robe. The bulge of his manhood was evident. I wore a sheer black robe and equally sheer black thong.
We were all here for one reason, to swap. No use trying to hide the reason, the deeds, and what was to come, although we really didn't know what today and this evening would bring. Our planning said that we would play the rest of the weekend 'by ear' based upon how Friday night went.
Breakfast finished we were sitting at the kitchen breakfast bar having coffee. The discussion about last night started in earnest. After a somewhat uncomfortable start, we all concurred that the evening was a good experience all around. Now, what does today bring? Marco and Steve commented that they were going to spend the rest of the day hiking, and they thought that it would be best if the ladies decide what the plans for the evening would be. They were open to whatever we decided.
"What?!" I thought. "You guys are leaving this up to Marci and me??"
Marci commented out loud. "Oh, you want us to decide."
Steve rebutted that he and Marco were men. Men want sex. So, any decision they made would not be impartial.
I, for one like to have sex too, and have ever since I was eighteen years old. Oh, how the past thirteen years have gone! I am almost getting wet just thinking about them.
"So, you guys go for a hike. Hell, I will even pack your lunches. We little ladies will clean the kitchen and decide if you two are worthy of the sex we offer." Marci feigned anger emphasizing 'little ladies' with finger air quotes. I couldn't have said it better myself.
We all started working on our half-baked plan. Marci and I did the dishes after she made good on her promise to pack a lunch. We kissed our husbands goodbye at the front door. They said they would be back around 3 or so. Marco was planning a seafood pasta for the evening.
It was mid-morning when Marci and I completed our 'chores'. The temperature outside was in the seventies already. Looking out at the deck, it was just starting to get sunlight. I asked Marci if she still wanted to sunbathe. We agreed that in about 30 minutes the deck would be sunny. We went upstairs.
Marci opened the door to her room and told me to come in and look. Marco had made the bed. He folded the dress that Marci wore and placed it on the bed. Her black thong was folded a sat atop the dress. Her pillow supported a single red rose. She looked at me and said, "who folds dirty underwear?"
We dashed across the hall. Likewise, Steve had made the bed and neatly folded my sundress from last night and laid it on the bed. On the pillow that I slept on was a single red rose. Marci looking at the sight, said, "what, no thong?"
"It is in the bathroom, or at least it was when I took it off in the middle of the night. It was a participant and became a little crusty." We looked in the bathroom, and sure enough my white thong with pink straps was hanging from a towel rack. Steve had rinsed it and hung it along with the towels from our shower this morning.
I intimated to Marci that I thought the roses may have been Marco's idea. "Ever since the first time we slept together in college I get a single rose the day after we make love."
"What a lovely gesture. Holding the rose, Marci asked, "does Marco have a brother?"
"Oh, don't kid yourself, Marci. Unless last night was an act, you must wake up quite satisfied the morning after.
"Yes. But" she sniffed the rose. "But still, a great evening and a rose...."
"Every morning after. I think we have put our local florist's kids through college!" We both giggled.
Setting the rose down on the pillow, Marci joined me in the bedroom, "I guess we will have to think about a plan for the evening," Marci commented staring at the thong. "So, ditch the robe and let's go get some sun and think about our options." Marci stripped off her tee shirt and deposited it on the bed in her room. We met in the hallway. "How about some water?" Agreeing that it would be a good idea to stay hydrated we went downstairs to the kitchen.
