After Carol and I got back from the cottage we spent some hot times reminiscing about all of our sexual adventures. The memories were very arousing and fueled our sex talk.
Home is where our sex games began. Carol has always been a scandalous flirt. She loved to dance with men while wearing scanty clothes. She would mold her body to them and hump their legs.
When we got home I would whisper to her,
"Do you want to fuck him? Can I watch?"
The turning point was at a party where everyone was skinny dipping. At that party Carol slow danced, naked, with a friend of ours, Tom. Tom rubbed his prick all over Carol. Their dance ended in a passionate kiss. After much hot sex talk, we took him home and they fucked while I watched.
It was a life changing event. We both loved it and knew we would do it again and again. Our journey has taken us far from that first sex game. We had gone from a shared fantasy to a deeper loving relationship.
Our sex games are much more daring than when we started, including double penetration, sodomy, group sex, gay sex with both men and women, and blatant exhibitionism. We loved it and each other more because of what we shared.
Our first weekend back we went to a party with some of our social friends. Carol wore a transparent halter top and a very short billowy skirt.
Tom, the first person I watched fuck Carol, was at the party. He came over to say hello. He seemed a little nervous with us.
I smiled and said it was great to see him.
He smiled and asked how our lake vacation went.
We said we had a wonderful time.
Tom told us he had some friends at that lake and that they belonged to the yacht club.
Carol and I turned beet red.
I thought, what the heck, I said,
"Tom everything you've heard is true."
Tom asked Carol for a dance.
The music was a Cha Cha. They both put their hands on the others hips.
Carol swung her hips to the music, emphasizing her eroticism. Her skirt floated up to the latin beat and you could see she had no underwear on. Her breasts swayed in the halter top, nipples on display.
Tom pulled Carol to him.
They danced with their groins together, Cha Cha Cha.
Carol leaned back pressing her mound on Tom's prick.
They stayed on the dance floor for the next song. It was a sultry slow tune. They stared hungrily into each others eyes.
Tom began running his hands down Carol's back. He moved them down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks.
Carol put one hand between them and stroked what was obviously his erection. Her chest was inflamed with arousal. Her breathing tight and excited. She nibbled on his ear and softly hummed the tune.
After the dance, they came back to me. Carol's eyes were glazed with lust.
Carol whispered, "I want to fuck him. Can I?"
Tom heard her. He looked excitedly at me. While they were standing there he was caressing her ass.
I said "Let's go out to our SUV"
The three of us walked out arm in arm.
Our SUV is very large and the rear cargo area was padded with soft shag rug.
I used my key fob to open the lift door.
I put a sheet down over the rug.
Carol took Tom by the arm, pulled him in and hit the button to close the lift.
Our windows are heavily coated with black coverings.
I got in the front captain's chair and swung it around to watch them.
Tom and Carol were writhing around on the carpet clutching each other.
Carol pulled her skirt and halter off. She looked incredible, nipples alert, dampness along her slit and skin glowing.
She started pulling at Tom's clothes.
They were both naked.
Tom bent down and started licking Carol's cunt. He licked her outer and inner labia and lightly kissing her clit. He kissed and stuck his tongue in her ass and slathered it with love.
Carol kept saying, "Oh Tom. Stick your tongue in me. Ahhh."
Tom got up on his knees. His face was soaked with Carol's juices. His cock frothing with pre cum. He rubbed it along her slit and pushed it into Carol.
They both were still for a moment feeling the pulse of their sex.
Tom started thrusting in, impaling Carol on his cock.
Carol said, "Oh Tom. I need this. Ahh." "Ohh Dick watch meeeee."
They started fucking in a sexual frenzy. They were in a fever. This was pure lust.
Carol started pulling on her nipples and pushing her mound up to meet his plunges, going,
"Ohhhh, Ungh, Tom, fuuuuck me."
I had my cock out and lubricated. I gripped it as it throbbed in my hand. I wanted to time my orgasm with theirs. My cock was hot and the veins bulged.
Tom kept rising and falling over Carol. His arms were tense and his ass kept flexing.
He was whimpering,
"Tight cunt. Arghhh. Cock."
Carol started thrashing about on his cock. Her head was rocking back and forth.
She sobbed, "Grrrr. Ohhh. meeee. cuming."
Tom plunged in and held his cock steady as he pulsed streams of cum into Carol.
My cock erupted. I shot cum across the floor.
"Agggg. FFFuck. Carol."
There were several moments of silence in the SUV.
Tom was collapsed on top of Carol. He was out of breath. He was smiling.
Carol kept sighing. She looked well fucked.
Tom finally got up and put his clothes on. He gave Carol a tender kiss and waved to me.
He said, "Glad you're back."
I crept into the cargo area and held Carol to me.
I asked her, "Home?"
She said, "Too early. We've never tried cruising in the car. Let's drive around the pickup night clubs."
We drove downtown checking out the clubs. Outside one of the clubs were two guys looking abandoned. I pulled over and Carol lowered her window.
She called to them,
"Hey guys. Over here."
When they came to her window Carol said,
"We're looking for a few guys to play sex games with. There's a nice hotel a few blocks from here. We'll pay for the room. Meet us at the bar."
They looked skeptical.
I said, "Relax. We'll all have a good time."
We introduced ourselves. Their names were Harry and David."
The Peabody hotel is a Nashville landmark. It was restored to its full glory in the 1990s.
We pulled up to the valet and went inside to the front desk.
I asked,
"What's your best suite available."
The desk clerk said,
"The honeymoon suite."
We said we'd take it. Send champagne.
We walked over to the lobby bar. The bar is very old fashioned, with low lighting, red leather booths, a long mahogany bar and table lamps. The red walls were decorated with old English Hogarth prints.
