Many things seemed to have happened that Friday night, but in my memory, it stands out as my single greatest moment of self-pleasure. It began as the culmination of many months of fantasy, both personal and shared between me and my wife, Lillian. We'd always enjoyed opening up to one another about our fantasies and discussing how they might play out. Over the years, those fantasies had increasingly grown to include other people in a variety of scenarios. Mine often involved participating in and watching her experience sexual encounters with other men (sometimes large groups). Lillian was hesitant with these ideas at first, not knowing how serious I was about appreciating such a possibility.
But time brought comfort, and she eventually confessed her own attraction to other men. She knew she had the freedom to discuss these attractions openly, and she knew how much her openness turned me on. Earlier in the year, her attention turned in a more specific direction to a close friend. James and his wife, Celia, had been friends of ours for several years. James was a very tall guy with prominent features, while Celia was much shorter and adorned with lovely curves. We'd even explored flirtations with them in the past, and those two were frequent characters in our shared (and personal) fantasies.
I knew Lillian harbored an attraction to James, and with her open confession we began to share ideas about how their feelings for each other might play out. They developed an ongoing flirtation through social media that we often discussed and enjoyed as a boost to our own sexual desire. The reconnection between James and Lillian eventually led to more contact between us as couples, and, after several dinners and fun nights out, we eventually welcomed them over to our house for a Friday evening of drinks and fun on our back porch.
James and Celia were familiar with our routine and gladly made themselves at home as we poured drinks and brought out a couple of our raunchier card games. As expected, the atmosphere and the liquor both loosened us all and created a tangible sense of sexual tension. We eventually abandoned the cards in favor a classic game of "spin the bottle". It might sound juvenile, but for four adults having fun and testing the boundaries of friendship, it was a more or less logical step. The game led to plenty of dares that resulted in touching, kissing, and some exposed skin. For instance, I wound up kissing Celia, she exposed Lillian's breasts and kissed them, James removed his own shirt, and I reached my hand into Lillian's pants to briefly fondle her.
The tension continued to build even as we would occasionally pause to refill drinks and make trips to the bathroom. At one point Lillian and James went inside to refill drinks while Celia and I remained on the porch. In the sudden tension of being alone, she and I took advantage and leaned in for a more exploratory kiss. I was later to learn that Lillian and James wasted no time making the same move in the kitchen. Lillian told me that James pressed himself against her body and leaned in to devour her with his mouth. I suppose it was the inevitable result of their building passion over the months of flirting online. I was already beginning to get hard from the atmosphere of the night and my stolen moment with Celia. Had I seen their exchange in the kitchen, I might have sped things along in a different direction.
As the night wore on, the drinks really took effect and everything that came to mind began to seem like a good and sensible idea. I realized it was time for a refill, and Celia announced the need for a restroom break. So, I threw out a dare that was inspired by one the many fantasies Lillian and I had discussed concerning just such an opportunity. We'd explored another oldie but goodie, the "seven minutes in heaven" game favored by the young and timid. Being older and more confident, we thought it might yield some fun results. My dare was that James and Lillian take three minutes in heaven while Celia and I took care of matters inside. There was a brief pause while the implications set in, but I was personally too drunk to care much beyond the fun of the idea.
Celia and I rose and walked inside to the kitchen, and shut the door behind us. I set down the glasses in my hand and, before she could escape down the hall, took her in my arms for a more passionate kiss. Her mouth opened and our tongues met as we leaned out bodies close into one another. My hands slid down her back and explored the edges of her clothes, eventually moving up her shirt to cup her breast. I ran my thumb over her nipple as I kissed her neck and ear, her breath and moans filling me with a blinding horniness and making my cock rock hard in in my jeans. We broke, looked at one another and laughed a little uncomfortably, and she patted me on the chest as she walked down the hall a little unsteadily to the bathroom. I'd completely lost track of time and was about to move to refill the drinks before an idea struck me.
Our master bathroom had a single window facing the rear of the house, and it so happened that this window looked out to the area right next to the porch. A sun shade hung on that side of the patio, making it difficult at night to see through it from the porch. But seeing in through a darkened window was no problem. I decided it was time to check up on Lillian and James, and so I made my way to our bedroom and into the bathroom. I left the light off, slowly lifted one of the slats of the blinds covering the window, and peered through to the porch. What I saw immediately stopped my breath in my chest.
