It was beginning to seem to me like Kelly and Jen were intentionally out to completely reduce Wade and I to gelatin. At least, that was the result they were getting every time they played another of their teasing games. After the bar last night and the hot make out session I had had with Jen, while unbeknownst to me, my wife was jacking her husband off under the table across the room, I thought things were going in a certain direction. Kelly had definitely encouraged that thinking while fucking me from the top once we'd gotten home, asking me to close my eyes and imagine it was the beautiful blonde Jen riding me while Wade was hammering my wife in the next room with his thick cock. Of course, she brought me right off with that image.
This morning, Kelly made plans for the beach with our friends. She gave me several tasks to get ready, from packing sandwiches, cheese, wine, and fruit, to gathering sunscreen, towels, blanket, chairs, and water. Our car is on the small side, and Wade and Jen have an SUV, so they offered to pick us up with our gear around noon. As promised, they were right on time and we piled our stuff in the back with their gear and jumped in. Actually, I sat up front with Wade and Jen slipped into the back with Kelly.
The beach we were going to was a little over an hour drive to the north; although there are some closer ones, to get a nice sandy beach away from the rocky ones near the city requires some driving. Wade slipped in the first Pearl Jam CD as road music and we set out. After our discussion from last night, things were much calmer between us and we felt relatively at ease. Of course, that was disrupted occasionally by a giggle from the backseat where Jen and Kelly were talking quietly enough that we couldn't hear their words. However, the burning neck sensation of being talked about was evident in both of us.
The drive passed fairly uneventfully, overall. A run up the highway for a half hour, followed by about that much weaving through narrow tree lines streets until the ocean appeared beyond the crest of a hill, and we arrived at the gatehouse. Five minutes later, we parked and began the process of unloading all of our stuff. The ladies were very helpful, taking the towels and blanket, and a small radio Wade had brought, and leaving us the four folding camp chairs and the cooler and picnic basket. But our reward was watching their hips sway under their beach wraps as they walked in front of us, seeking out a good spot on the sand.
The temperature was warm but not blazing, perhaps 80 degrees with an ocean breeze that cooled us a bit. Therefore, the beach was not as crowded as usual, which was kind of nice actually. Jen and Kelly selected a spot nearer the grassy dunes than the waterline, about two thirds of the way up the sand. Our nearest neighbors were a good sixty yards away and we were well down from the cluster of small children and parents eagerly digging farther down the beach. We spread out the blanket for a comfy fit and Wade and I quickly stripped off our sandals and T-shirts. Similarly, the ladies took off their wraps to reveal their matching white bikinis from last weekend. I think Wade and I were remembering the same things, from the twin hardons we developed looking at our wives. Those suits weren't that concealing to begin with, much less when they got wet! Of course, the ladies noticed our approval but smiled and said nothing.
However, from there the afternoon went a little differently than I had expected. I thought we might end up picking up where we left off the previous evening, and was ready for some more fun, but the ladies placed Wade and I at the outsides of the blanket, and laid down in the center, each next to her respective husband. Far from rubbing any suntan lotion on Jen, I wasn't even putting any on Kelly who had taken care of herself at home. And even the strapless tanning revealing nothing as the woman primly folded the straps next to the sides of their breasts, hiding most of the side cleavage.
Frustrated, Wade and I took a nerf football out to the water to cool off. We played for about 45 minutes tossing the ball around and getting wet, then decided it was time to break out some lunch. Heading back towards the blanket, we noticed that the ladies were sunbathing topless, with their tits exposed to the sky, but they quickly replaced their tops when we approached.
We opened a bottle of wine and started munching away at the goodies inside the basket. From cheese to fruit to crackers, there was quite a spread. I thought that by refilling the ladies wine glasses frequently, we might develop some excitement, and so we went through two bottles pretty quickly, along with some of the sandwiches. And to a degree, my ploy worked fairly well - after we ate and all lay down, Kelly began kissing me sensually. I could her some wet kissing and lip smacking sounds from Wade and Jen's side also. However, after a few minutes the ladies settled down and took a nap on the blanket. Defeated, Wade and I joined them and snoozed for a while.
We passed the entire afternoon on the beach, snacking here and there, playing in the water, and soaking up the sun. It was very much a normal couples afternoon on the beach with no impropriety of any sort between us. All in all, it was a very good time if not quite what Wade and I had been expecting. Yet since this little game had started, he and I had been continuously left guessing, so that wasn't anything new.
Towards early evening, we headed for home. The drive back was even faster with no traffic to speak of, but we were all quiet and relaxed from the sun and spray, so conversation was sparse. They dropped us off and said their goodbyes, and as usual we exchanged the various hugs and kisses - more platonic this time. I did notice Kelly press something into Jen's hand when they hugged, but I didn't get a chance to see what it was, and instinct told me I was better off keeping quiet.
Kelly and I had a light dinner and watched a movie on pay-per-view. As the evening grew later, she announced that it was time for bed. We headed into the bedroom and undressed. Lying down, Kelly began stroking her fingers across my nipples until they became erect. Since our group experience, sex had become a daily activity for us, so I wasn't very surprised by that. She began murmuring softly as she kissed her way down my belly.
"Did you have fun at the beach today?" she asked. I mumbled my assent and she continued, "Were you frustrated that we didn't let you boys have any fun?" Her hand reached my stiffening dick and she began stroking it gently while licking my belly button. "Did you want to play with Jen again, maybe rubbing lotion onto her tits? Kissing her instead of me, like last night?" I closed my eyes as Kelly's lips found their way to my dick. She slowly licked the head of my cock and wet her lips heavily. Then, keeping her lips tightly pressed together, she gradually pushed her face down on my cock, using her lips as a ring squeezing my shaft as it penetrated her mouth. I could feel her tongue slipping up and down the base of my dick. Suddenly I heard her say, "I think he's ready now."
I looked up in surprise to find Jen standing in our bedroom doorway. She had on a light raincoat, which she removed to reveal a black garter, stockings, and bra. She wore no panties. I realized that Kelly must have handed her an extra key earlier, because I distinctly remembered locking the front door before we came to bed. Shock can do strange things to a person, and I certainly wasn't prepared to see Jen appear at that particular moment, so I basically sat there with a silly expression on my face, half pleasure from Kelly's mouth still sucking my cock, and half guilty "caught in the act" by a passerby.
That wore off fairly quickly as Jen stepped into the bedroom, dropping her raincoat on the floor behind her. I noticed now that her pussy, blonde and closely trimmed when we had fucked last weekend, was freshly shaved and glistening with moisture. Kelly rose from the bed and reached for the drawer in her bedside table. She took out her cigarettes and lit one, slowly inhaling a deep breath for my benefit while Jen stood quietly in front of her. Then Kelly leaned in gradually, and with exaggerated open mouth, laid a wet french kiss on Jen's lips. Watching their tongues flick back and forth in their parted mouths, I realized Jen was wearing a darker brown shade of lipstick that looked suspiciously like one of Kelly's colors. They had obviously been doing some more trading since last week, and it looked great.
Meanwhile while I gazed on, my beautiful wife was making out intensely with her sexy friend for my viewing pleasure. Seeing Kelly with another woman was amazing, especially since she had always insisted firmly that she had no interest in women and was not bisexual. As I wondered if this would be the night I saw Kelly taste another woman's velvety cunt, they slowly separated, leaving a trail of lipstick on Kelly's mouth. She opened our sex toy drawer to withdraw a vibrating dildo and sat in the chair in the corner of the room, facing our bed, and continued to smoke while telling Jen I was "all hers".
My mind whirred at this shift in events. "Where's Wade?" I finally asked as Jen began to crawl up the bed towards me. She took my cock into her hand, with her medium length painted nails lightly scraping my balls. Stroking me, she explained.
"Wade is at home in our bed with a big hard on. I tied him down to make sure he doesn't play with himself while I'm gone. After I sucked on him for about fifteen minutes, I told him that I was going to come over here and have some fun, and that he should be ready for me to come home slightly fucked. He kind of moaned a little when I said that." Jen was looking me in the eyes and stroking me while she spoke, and over her shoulder I could see my wife rubbing her closely trimmed cunt with the vibrator and smoking sensually.
