Authors Note:
After posting this story I realised that there had been a number of missteps. Amongst those were questions about why Carla had felt so rejected by Tim. Their confrontation and also the fact that Tim stayed celibate considering that he was written as young, rich and in great shape.
So I accepted the readers advice on re-editing the story. Not sure if it was a clever thing or not.
If you've read the story and hated it, the re-edit is unlikely to make you love it.
If you liked the story enough to give it a re-read I think (hope) you'll find it improved.
If you're reading this for the first time this is NOT a story about swingers.
Last -- I tried to fix some of the obvious grammar mistakes but I'm sure there's plenty left -- apologies in advance.
The Magnificent Eight (Re-Edit)
The Party was in full swing. There were only eight of us but we were more than enough. We called ourselves the Magnificent Eight. Four of the hottest couples in Springfield. Probably four of the hottest couples anywhere. The guys ranged between twenty nine that would be Jarod and I while Gary and Hugo were twenty eight. The girls were twenty seven except for Carla who was twenty six. We all met at the University of Chicago. Well actually only Jarod and I met in class, we were both studying engineering. The rest we met rowing. Jarod, Gary, Hugo and I rowed competitively in a coxless four meaning that we used one oar each - two oars per side. Amy, Michelle, Olivia and Carla competed in a women's coxless four and that's how it all started five years earlier.
World Champs -- South Korea 2013. The girls were the sport's media darlings, with their long limbed athletic bodies and fine boned faces that had already graced the pages of Sports Illustrated among the many other publications and online sites. Someone in the media dubbed them 'The Fabulous Four' and it stuck.
Individually, the 'fab-four were:
Michelle, the group's natural leader and spokesperson, was the tallest at 5'10". Her mousy blond hair was dyed platinum blonde which she kept in a short spiky style accentuating her bright blue eyes and strong jawline. She epitomised the ideal Scandinavian beauty and could intimidate, or melt anyone with just one look.
Exuberant, warm and superbly positive Amy standing 5'8" with thick golden brown hair usually tied in a pony tail and warm hazel eyes above an upturned nose followed by the most kissable pair of puffy lips possible. Her smooth long limbed body was the stuff that brought traffic to a halt.
Olivia was the introspective thinker of the group. Almost the same height as Amy, her rich Auburn hair was layered to her shoulders. She had warm light brown eyes often behind glasses with freckles on her nose, cheeks, shoulders and arms. She was every schoolboy's 'Sexy Librarian' fantasy except that she was no softy.
The youngest and at 5'4" the shortest of the four was kind and tender-hearted Carla. She had dark eyes framed by thick eye lashes and long black hair that cascaded in curls down her back. Her heart shaped face and olive skin came from her Spanish/Sicilian heritage, accentuated by a small strong nose and full mouth. She oozed sex from every pore of her fully-loaded-body and was best described as a walking wet dream.
The group was a smorgasbord of smoking hot feminine beauty without compare.
We noticed at first but we stopped drooling after a while as we saw them almost daily, due to our similar training schedules and familiarity from our interaction as team mates because, we competed in Coxless or Straight Fours (as they're sometimes called).
We all spoke the same sports language, had similar eating plans and spent long hours on the water or in the gym. We had much in common and much to talk about but for a long time it didn't go any further than that. Everybody had a girlfriend or boyfriend of some level of seriousness so our interactions were that of team mates rather than anything else. But, that all changed during the World Champs in Chungju, South Korea.
The girls won Gold and we won Silver. Later that night after the awards ceremony we went clubbing with some of the other teams. At some point some of the Australian and South African male rowers discarded their shirts and were flexing their bodies on the dance floor much to the delight of the female rowers and local women. We were the only male Americans left at the club and the Fab Four who were partying hard themselves, demanded that we uphold the honour of the USA. We stripped off our shirts and hit the floor, flexing and gyrating half-way between a dance and a Chippendale routine.
Next thing we had dragged the girls onto the floor while we chanted USA, USA and together, we put up a performance that looked X-rated. We rolled our hips in time to the music while they rubbed their asses in our crotches. We ran our hands down the girls firm sides and held on to their sexy bodies from behind. They spun around and grabbed our asses and pulled us into them dancing with our naughty bits rubbing each other till sparks flew. They jumped into our arms and locked their legs around our waists holding on with their strong thighs whilst we spun them around effortlessly.
We swopped partners as the mood took us and shared the fun with each other. It looked like we were in an erotic movie but it wasn't much more than an unbridled exhibition done for the sheer joy if it alone, until I found myself dancing with Amy. She ran her hands down, from my shoulders to my abs and traced out their definition as we gyrated across the floor and I went instantly hard. She looked down at my hard-on and back up to my eyes and suddenly we were both serious. I pulled her tight into a full body embrace and she melded into me. The music faded as my heartbeat drowned out all other sounds. We stood unmoving for a lifetime then she stood on tip-toes and pulled my head down as her lips hungrily sought mine. We kissed feeling each-other's lips then we abandoned ourselves to the moment opening our mouths and letting our tongues duel like drowning people searching for something to hold onto.
My hands were clamped hard on her firm ass trying to weld her body to mine. She pushed her crotch and tummy onto my rock hard cock like it would leave a permanent imprint on her body. I sucked her lower lip into my mouth and bit down on it firmly and held it for an eternity before releasing it. She responded by covering my mouth with hers and pushing her tongue over mine and thrashing it as far as she could go. She slowed down as if running out of steam and gently withdrew leaving her lips softly on my mine while she searched my eyes with hers. She must have liked what she saw as she leaned back smiling.
We came back to earth to a thunderous applause, hollers and whoops from the crowd. My face went red but Amy laughed and waved back. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. "Let's go tiger." I grabbed my shirt and we left without a backwards glance.
There was a row of taxis outside and we grabbed the first one and high tailed it back to our hotel. I spent the travel time kissing her mouth, sucking her ear-lobes and raining kisses and soft bites down her neck. "Bite me!" she demanded as my mouth got to the base of her neck. I bit down softly. She grabbed my head and pulled it hard to her neck. "Harder!" She insisted and I complied biting down like I was going to devour her alive. She spasmed in my arms. I could feel her nipples getting harder than glass beads pressed into my chest. I was holding her face with my hands my lips searching and mapping her contours, discovering what she liked as I continued my assault. She had one hand behind my neck pulling me close and the other alternating between rubbing my raging erection and cupping my balls.
"I'm going to fuck you dry!" She promised, her voice hot and sultry in my ear.
The taxi came to a halt in front of our hotel. I'm not sure how we got there in one piece, the driver had spent more time watching us in the rear-view mirror than he had driving. I paid him and he gave me a crazy thumbs-up grin, then roaring the engine and screeching his Hyundai's tyres, made an illegal u-turn and headed back the way we had come.
I lifted Amy and cradled her in my arms like a baby, while she wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned her head on my shoulder. We were the only people in the lobby except for a sleepy looking desk clerk working slowly on a key board her face illuminated by the screen. "My room" I said and she reached over and pressed the elevator button. Outside my door she reached into my back pocket and pulled out the key card and inserted it into the slot. A second later there was a click and the door opened.
We stepped inside and I deposited her gently on the bed. She leaned back on her elbows and arched an eyebrow at me. It was my turn to take charge. I sat on the bed and pulled off her ankle boots and secret socks. I gently massaged the balls of her feet with my thumb and ran my fingers between her toes while she moaned her approval.
I reached up and undid the button of her skin tight jeans and pulled down the zip. She lifted her hips so I could wiggle her pants down. I wanted to jerk them off as fast as I could but forced myself to take my time caressing her skin as I rolled them down her incredible legs. I got to the end and pulled them off leaving them crumpled on the floor. She was wearing white Jokey bikini panties that were drenched and I could smell her arousal. I ran my hands up her legs and over her thighs feeling her strong muscles and smooth skin until I got to the juncture and slowed down lifting my hands gently and just brushing them against her pussy over her panties as I made my way north. I started rolling her tight top up to reveal her belly button and I moved in and kissed it gently at first then with increasing pressure until I dipped my tongue inside making her jerk upwards and grabbing my head she forced my mouth back to her tummy with cries of "yes" and "oh God, yes Tim."
