Ally wasn't angry with her husband anymore. But she had been when my wife and I had picked her up that morning. The four of us had planned this wine country getaway for months, but last-minute business called her husband Bart away to Asia. When Ally called to say they couldn't make it, my wife Leanne urged her to come solo, dismissing her worries of becoming a third wheel. We've been friends for years, Ally had helped plan everything, and Leanne wanted her company as well as mine, especially for shopping.
I was pleased to have Ally's company as well. She's a fun companion, always ready for any adventure. She's also quite attractive, with a pretty smile and a body toned by frequent aerobics. When I'd hug her goodbye after a visit at our home or theirs, pressing against her full breasts often stirred erotic thoughts after she'd left, though nothing ever came of it.
We'd spent a pleasant day wandering among Sonoma wineries, teetering enjoyably between drunk and sober, pausing mid-day for a picnic in the sunshine. After a delicious and laughter- filled dinner in a Healdsburg restaurant, we'd driven to our rented cottage in the hills above the Russian River. Decorated in antiques, the cottage had two bedrooms, joined by a living area with sofas and chairs surrounding a stone fireplace. I started the fire, opened a bottle of wine from the day's purchases, and joined Leanne and Ally as they chatted comfortably. We talked a long time, about our kids and the missing Bart, gossip from our town, stories from before we'd all met. Halfway through a second bottle of wine, I stood and said I was going to try the hot tub out back. The girls said they might join me in a little while.
In the bedroom Leanne and I were sharing, I slipped out of my clothes. After tossing through my bag, fruitlessly searching for my swimsuit, I realized I must not have packed it. Oh, well, I thought, it's dark outside anyway. I slipped on a terry cloth robe hanging in the closet, stepped through the living area and out the back door. The stars were bright in the cool air, and a cloud of steam rose from the tub as I removed the cover. I hung up my robe and slipped into the hot water.
Ten minutes later, the door opened, and Leanne and Ally stepped out. As they set down their towels and slipped off their robes, I checked them both out in their swimsuits. Leanne still looks wonderful to me after all these years, and as she bent to set down a towel, her rounded hips and ass caused my dick to stir below the bubbling waters. Of course, I have fewer opportunities to see Ally so scantily dressed, and her cleavage caught my eye, as her one-piece bathing suit showed her large tits to good advantage. Bart was a lucky man, although unlucky for missing this weekend.
"Why were your clothes tossed all over our room?" Leanne asked me.
"I couldn't find my bathing suit," I explained, "so I decided to wear my birthday suit, instead."
Ally laughed out loud, and pointed at the churning water. "So you're naked under all those bubbles?" When I nodded, she said, "Then I'm sure not going to wear a suit." My heart skipped a beat, as she slipped her thumbs under her shoulder straps, pulled the suit down over her chest, pushed it past her hips, and stepped out, leaving it on the redwood deck. I had only a moment to admire her tits before they disappeared below the foam, but it was enough to bring my dick to full attention.
Leanne stood for a moment, pondering the situation. Then she sighed good-naturedly, and said, "I haven't been skinny dipping since college. And it seems alcohol was involved then, too." She peeled off her suit and joined us in the steaming water.
We chatted and relaxed, but after a while I was too hot. I slid up and sat on the side of the tub. I couldn't help noticing Ally stealing glances at me. For all our years of friendship, we'd seldom been in swimsuits or pajamas around each other, let alone nude.
"Showing off?" my wife asked wryly.
"I've been soaking for a while," I replied. "I needed to cool down."
"Looks like you haven't cooled down all the way," she said, nodding toward my erect penis. Ally snickered, and I grew more erect.
"I can't help it if finding myself with two beautiful women in the buff arouses me," I protested.
"Well, I'll take care of that later," my wife teased.
Ally let out a mournful sigh, almost a moan. "You two will be enjoying yourselves, and I'll be alone in my cold bed."
"Now, now, alone doesn't have to mean frustrated," counseled Leanne, and they both laughed.
So the talk turned to self pleasure. I confessed I sometimes indulged, especially on business travel or when Leanne was too tired. Ally nodded, and said she also touched herself during or after sex with Bart. The only sure way he could bring her to orgasm was oral sex, and he didn't really like to go down on her.
"Not like my husband," snorted Leanne. "Sometimes I think he'd rather lick my pussy than fuck it!" The wine had loosened her tongue. "I don't know, the whole thing just seems weird to me."
Turning to Ally, I confided, "That way, I'm having sex with her using all my senses. I smell her and taste her, not just see her and feel her."
"And God knows, once he gets started, he hears me, too," Leanne confided.
"Once I overcome her inhibitions," I confirmed, "she seems to like it well enough. A couple of glasses of wine usually help."
"Like tonight?" Ally smirked.
"I don't know, it just seems so...gross! Like animals!" my wife protested, followed by a deep sip of wine. "I can't believe he likes it."
"Well, I sure like it, at least when Bart's willing," complained Ally. "No inhibitions here. I always ask him, practically beg."
Leanne put down her glass, gestured at me, and said, "Well, you ought to let the master here take care of you tonight."
My heart skipped two beats, and then Ally broke the silence saying, "Quit joking around. You're making me crazy."
"Who's joking?" said Leanne. "You seem to want it, he likes to do it. It wouldn't be like he's cheating on me, because I'd be watching." She grinned a wicked grin at both of us. "Come on, let's go inside and get a little wild." With that, she climbed out of the water, slipped on her robe, and disappeared into the cabin.
Left alone, Ally and I stared at each other. "Well, what do you say?" she asked, looking me straight in the eye.
"I'm sorry she made you uncomfortable," I offered tentatively. "She must be drunker than I thought."
"I don't know about that," Ally replied. "I think she means it. And besides, I'm not that uncomfortable. I want to get off tonight, I really do. Frankly, I'd rather have fun together than by myself." And she quietly followed Leanne into the house.
I considered the situation. If I went along with it, I might regret it, we all might. But I quickly realized if I didn't, I'd surely regret it. If they were game, so was I, and to hell with the consequences.
When I went inside, I saw Ally in her bed, the blankets up to her bare shoulders, her robe tossed to the side. She was smiling and talking quietly with Leanne, who was reclining in a soft chair nearby, one leg over its curved arm, her robe falling open.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" my wife asked, pointing to the bed. "Can't you see how bad she wants it?"
"Are you sure?" I asked, one last time.
"Sure, I'm sure. Friends share. Now get to it."
I walked hesitantly toward the bed, and then Ally turned down the covers, inviting me in. Her skin looked soft and pink in the firelight reflected from the next room. I climbed in next to her.
Sex with someone new is exciting, frightening, awkward and thrilling, all at the same time. Of course, I'd known Ally for many years, but feeling her arms wrap around me, her bare breasts press against my chest, her smooth leg slip between mine, made my heart pound like a teenager.
Our mouths met, friendly pecks at first, but soon deep lustful kisses, our tongues exploring each other. A pause to catch my breath, then I nipped her earlobe, trailed my lips down her neck, and slid down toward her breasts.
Out of her clothing and bra, her tits seemed more alive somehow, more arousing than when I'd just pressed against them, hugging her goodbye in the past. I moved my mouth over them eagerly, nuzzling her cleavage, kissing just below where they met her ribs, circling her large pink-brown nipples with my tongue. I exhaled deeply through my nose, and my warm breath on her cool skin made Ally purr.
Some moments later, I pulled up and glanced over at Leanne. She was watching intently, caught my eye in an instant, and smiled at me. She was trailing one hand over her own breast, and the other wandered restlessly toward her crotch. I smiled back at her, then scooted down even further.
My face hovered just a few inches above Ally's pussy. It was covered in trim black hair trailing slightly upward toward her belly button. A wonderful warm musky scent curled upward like incense, through the clean smell from our earlier soak. I pressed my mouth into her, gently at first, then settling in more firmly. She tasted different from Leanne, of course, but delicious in her own way, and I let my tongue guide me around this new geography. Her pussy lips were delicate and warm, and her vagina grasped at my tongue as I probed. I slid up to her clit, with my nose, my upper lip, my tongue, my lower lip, then my tongue again. As I settled into rhythmically stroking it, circling it, nibbling it, I reached a hand up and echoed each motion on her swollen nipple with my eager fingers. With my other hand, I pressed her thigh open, exposing her pussy more fully to my hungry kisses.
A few minutes of this and I could tell the magic was working. Her breathing turned into a sort of whimper high in her nose. Her hips rose to meet me more urgently. As she reached her climax, I slipped my tongue as deep as I could inside her, feeling the contractions as she came.
As Ally lay back, catching her breath, I suddenly felt Leanne pulling on my hip, turning me onto my back. "I need a little of the old in-out," she said in a husky voice, and straddled my groin with a knee on each side. Then she began to lower herself onto my exquisitely hard dick.
Meanwhile, Ally sat up and, grasping the headboard to steady herself, pulled herself across and straddled my head. I looked up, past her beautiful breasts swaying above me, and met her eyes. "More," she breathed urgently, "Again."
