Throat Goat Pt 03

Author's Note: I have tagged this part of what now looks like a four-part story of a swinging weekend as part of the

Pink Orchid 2022 for Women-Centric Erotica

. I feel the whole series (and many of my stories) involves female characters who are at least facing issues of their own agency in relation to men and sex, but in this one I spent more attention bringing it out. If I am wrong, I hope some readers will point out how, while keeping in mind that I have good intentions (just as my male characters want to please the female ones, they just aren't always good at it). One more warning: the story includes both female and male homosexual acts. And a final note, if any of the Loving Wives Incels have read this far, you'll want to skip to the end to give the story your 1-star vote and express your disgust. Don't suffer by actually reading the thing.

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When it comes to sex my Ashley has the inventiveness of Tesla, the persuasive power of Churchill, and I think a little touch of de Sade. Those are all part of why I love her.

I woke before her on Saturday morning at the beach house. She was sleeping soundly and peacefully, fully relaxed. I think tension and anxiety show more readily in women than men. Maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. I also think sexual satisfaction takes that tension and anxiety away, and that women are most beautiful in the afterglow of a great (for them) sex session.

Whatever.

I took a moment to trace with my eyes the curve of her jaw, the shadowy space where brow, nose, and upper eyelid meet, the fullness of her lips. I admired the rise and fall of her chest to her steady breathing. In the warmth of room, the sheet covered her only to the waist. She lay on her side. I could see her ribs, and enjoy the sight of her breasts sagging downward, the upper one resting against the other. My heart swelled with love for her.

In my shorts I felt the pressure of a related swelling. Morning wood. I was tempted to wake her, but I knew the day promised all the sex I could handle, and probably more. I went to the bathroom, relieved myself and brushed my teeth, then went out to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee.

While it was perking I went out the sliders to the deck, across it and down the steps to the beach. I ran out into the ocean for a quick swim, came back and took a shower in the outside shower, peeked at the hot tub control panel to make sure it was working, left my shorts draped over the shower enclosure, and came back in with a beach towel wrapped around my waist. Man, I felt good.

Dan was up, wearing a pair of shorts, but no shirt, and pouring himself a coffee. He got one for me too.

"Hey man," he said.

"Good morning."

I felt closer to him than ever before, and almost wanted to hug him. I think he felt a little something like that. We settled for clinking our coffee cups together.

He headed for the living room area.

"Dan," I said, "Cold light of the morning after, how are you feeling about last night?"

He laughed a little. "Best night of my life... so far. Why?"

"Because I feel about the same way, and I still want more, and I hope everyone else does too. What about Brittney? Do you think she'll regret it?

"Not her. I told you she can get wild. She refuses to regret anything if it was fun when she did it. And she had a lot of fun last night. As long as I don't hold her back, she's just getting started."

Just then Heather came into the kitchen, looking sleepy and pushing her hair back.

"Good morning!" I said. "Hug?"

She came to me without hesitation, which I took for a good sign. She and John are so quiet, thoughtful, and self-contained that they were the ones I worried would stop the adventure after last night.

"You were wonderful last night," I said. "Thanks for, well, everything."

She reached up to touch my face. "Thank you. Was I too rough? I'm sorry."

"Don't say that! Don't be sorry." I bent close enough to brush her ear with my lips. "My upper lip and nose are a little tender, but you can sit on them again right now or any time you want to. I loved every second of it."

Then I got her a cup of coffee.

I stayed in the kitchen, cooking bacon, cutting up fruit, etc.

Brittney confirmed what Dan said by coming out wearing only his t-shirt. Her breasts swayed enticingly and her asscheeks and shaved pussy played peekaboo at the hemline. When I hugged her, she groped me, so I returned the favor.

John appeared wearing actual pajamas, and making them look cool instead of nerdy. I felt the same affectionate impulse I had when I saw Dan, and John actually hugged me and laid his head against my shoulder for an instant.

Ashley had the sexy camisole set on again, and had washed up and brushed her hair. She looked over the breakfast I was putting out, came to hug me and whispered, "Good work, bitch." She took the cup of coffee I handed her and walked in to sit next to Dan and Brittney. I started another pot of coffee.

So we're all sitting around, and after a while Ashley goes, "Where the fuck are Krystal and Rob?"

Nobody'd seen or heard them yet.

She's like, "They can't still be sleeping." She jumped up and went to the door to their room. The rest of us trail along behind her. Right outside the door she said it again real loud, "They can't still be sleeping!" Then, "They better not be fucking!" Yelling at the door, "Krystal, you better not be fucking without us! Rob, get off her, you selfish bastard!" Then she pushes the door open, runs in and dives onto the bed with them.

The rest of us were cracking up out in the hall.

They might not have been fucking, but they were naked. Ashley's right there between them, smiling like a Cheshire Cat with a bowl of cream -- or something like that -- and she says, "You all can close the door and go about your business."

Anyway, after that, at breakfast it was clear nobody had had a change of heart. All four couples wanted more. But we decided to spend the rest of the morning just enjoying the beach, the house, the sun, the hot tub, and each other's company. After lunch we'd talk about what we'd do sexually that afternoon and evening.

It was a beautiful morning on the beach. Part of that was because the new bathing suits the women had bought were all skimpy bikinis with thong bottoms. We came back to the house and got out a bucket full of Coronas, a bowl of cut up limes, and some White Claws, then put some sandwiches together and sat out on the deck. The relaxation gained an element of tension: we all knew what was coming, but no one knew how to get it started.

Rob turned to Brittney and said, "Hey Britt, Dan said you get wild sometimes, but he didn't explain. What's he talking about?"

Brittney leaned back, looked at Dan, and took a deep breath. Her breasts rose and swelled under the tiny green triangles of the bikini top. She took off her mirrored sunglasses, and looked at us each in turn. The green bikini brought out the green of her eyes. "I got my figure," she wiggled her shoulders to jiggle her boobs, "early. And I realized early that men like to look at boobs. Also that you can get what you want by showing them. Men like to look, and I like to be looked at. She stretched her arms out and up. The big boobs rose. She put her hands behind her and untied the neck string, then leaned forward to reach back around her side for the other knot. Her boobs rested on the tabletop, and the bikini top fell off to sit there. The big double D's gleamed pale in the bright sun. Her aureole were larger than Ashley's, not as dark, flat disks, with the nipples beginning to rise at their centers. "I think Dan was talking about how I flash my boobs a lot." She picked up a lime wedge from the bowl and a Corona. Giving the lime a little squeeze she rubbed it over one nipple, then the other. We all stared open-mouthed. She leaned back and poured the ice cold beer all over her chest. It ran down her cleavage and cascaded from her breasts. Her nipples stood tall now, from cold and arousal. "Anyone want a beer?" She asked. "It's on me." Then she giggled.

I was right there and got my mouth on her nipple in a flash. Lime, beer, and titty: three great tastes that taste great together. I licked all over the one spectacular breast. As I did I sensed someone else's head beside mine, slurping away, and was surprised to realize it was Ashley. We licked right down Brittney's belly , bumping our heads against the table. She pushed back, we sat back, and she got up.

She said, "I'm going to wash off in the shower and get in the hot tub," and walked away, leaving the bikini top on the table.

Our eyes went pinballing from her thong-split butt, to the abandoned top, to each other's faces. Krystal was the first to move. When she got her top off, she threw it at Ashley. Then she pushed her chair back. As soon as she stood up to follow Brittney, Rob jumped up. She went the extra step of pulling off her bottoms before walking from the table. Rob dropped his swim trunks too.

Ashley looked at me and said, "C'mon titlicker." At least she didn't call me bitch.

Right about then Brittney's thong flew over the shower enclosure. Swim suits were scattered all over the deck. I noticed John and Heather encouraging each other. Dan sat at the table grinning and drinking beer, until Brittney, Krystal, and Rob were in the hot tub, and Ashley and I were leaving the shower to go there. Then he stood and dropped his shorts to follow along.

In the hot tub, all those boobs just cresting the bubbles, Brittney looked around and said, "Anyone else going to share?" Then straight at Ashley and Krystal, "How about it, you two?"

Ashley gave her a blank look, but Krystal said, "C'mon, Ash...." Ashley nodded her assent. Krystal said, very quickly, "The summer after high school, before Ashley left for college, neither of us had a boyfriend. We, um, experimented."

Rob asked, "What do you mean?"

Dan said, "pussylicking? 69?"

The heat of the tub, or something, brought a flush to Krystal's chest, neck, and face.

Ashley said quietly, "That seemed too lezzy for us. We mostly tribbed. But we bought a dildo and used it together, too."

John asked, "Tribbed? What's that?"

"You know, scissoring," Krystal said.

John answered, with a little grin, "I'm not sure I do. Could you show me?"

The rest of us chimed in, "Show us! Show us!"

Ashley got up and said, "Come on, Krystal -- and I do mean come -- let's put on a show."

They put down a beach spread and got some lube and went to it. The four of us guys sat up on the edge of the hot tub watching. Heather and Brittney stayed in, leaning back against their husbands.

Krystal laid on her back, angled with her feet toward us. Ashley sat on the other side of her and put some lube on her hand.

"Let me make you feel good, Krystal. Like we used to," she said.

Krystal put her head right back and closed her eyes.

Ashley set her hand on the red-dyed strip of Krystal's pubic hair, and slid her hand down between Krystal's legs. Krystal parted her legs a little. We could see right up between her thighs to Ashley's hand working there. The whole scene was washed out in bright sun, or deep in shadow. After a few minutes Krystal's breath deepened and she said, "Yes, oh yes, that feels good! Do that, yes that, yes that!" Her hips bucked up to meet Ashley's hand. She threw one arm up over her face and turned away from us, continuing to move in the rhythm Ashley set.

Ashley pushed Krystal's thigh, the one nearest us, up and out, then dipped her hand between her own legs, rubbing some lube there. She straddled Krystal's other leg and leaned in over her. Hunching forward, she mashed her pussy against Krystal's and began to rock. Soon Krystal had her leg up, and Ashley was hugging it to her chest. Sweat flowed from them both and Ashley's hair was plastered to her face as she worked in the sunlight.

Krystal continued to repeat, "Yes, that, yes, that, Oh, oh, yes, oh yes, like that!" as she bucked against Ashley's grinding. Ashley added, "Uh huh, uh huh, yes girl, uh huh."

They sped up together and the words went away. I remembered Krystal's high-pitched yowl from last night, while Ashley's screaming shudder testified to her own intense orgasm. Ashley slowed the movement, the two of them trembled a couple more times, then Ashley released Krystal's leg, straightened her own, and rolled so the two of them were lying side-by-side.

While they were going at it, I hadn't noticed that Brittney and Heather had begun to touch each other in the hot tub. By the time I switched my attention, Heather was standing in front of Brittney, bending down to suckle on Brittney's big boobs, while Brittney's hand, under the water, was pumping fingers aggressively into Heather's pussy. Soon Heather was gasping, "Yes, yes, yes!" Then she fell to one side, reaching down to extract Brittney's fingers from herself. She slid away to rest with her head on John's thigh.

All of us guys were sitting there erect, fondling ourselves. Heather's movement drew my attention to John. He'd talked at our meeting about how he wasn't that big, and now I could see he had under six inches, which I understand is about average, so I feel blessed to have a slender cock over eight. Now I passed my glance across the other two guys. Rob was longer than John by an inch or so, and Dan about the same, but his cock was thick, not the soda-can-thick of erotic stories, but not far from it.

Brittney had her hand on it now, and Dan grinned at me. "I told you she gets wild."

Brittney hoisted herself out to sit between Dan and me. She put her other hand down on my cock, and idly jacked the two of us.

There was a momentary pause. All was quiet. Even the hot tub jets chose that moment to stop.

Heather slid over in the tub until she was between Brittney's legs, then looked up and said, "John thinks I should return the favor, may I?"

Brittney spread her legs, actually draped one thigh over mine. "What will you do?"

"Cunnilingus, if it isn't 'too lezzy' for you."

Brittney spread her legs even wider, "I'm open for lunch! Go for it."

Heather dove in, and that was a signal for the whole group to move into action.

John and Rob got up from the hot tub and went over to Krystal and Ashley. It was like synchronized side-by-side straight missionary fucking. The women were warmed up and welcoming. John plunged right into Krystal, while Rob did the same to Ashley, burying his face against her neck and jackhammering his cock into her pussy. Ashley turned and smiled happily at me.

Brittney jacked away on my cock with one hand. Heather gazed up at Brittney as she lapped at her shaved pussy. It was exciting to watch Heather's tongue slide up over Brittney's clit and engorged labia. Brittney said to me, "suck on my boob. It turns me on to have my boobs sucked." I was happy to do as she asked.

Dan took Brittney's hand off his cock. He set her hand on the back of Heather's head, and slid into the hot tub. He got behind Heather and pulled at her hips. Heather floated with her arms on Brittney's thighs and her mouth suctioned to Brittney's pussy. Dan moved in behind her and slid the tip of his thick cock into her open and wet pussy.

Heather gasped. "God, it's so big!"

"Too much?" Dan asked.

"No, no," she said. "Give it to me! Stretch my vagina with your big penis."

"Put your tongue back on my clit, Heather," Brittney said. "Lick me and give me an orgasm!"

Dan pulled Heather's hips, and pushed forward, driving her face into Brittney's pussy. With a gasp, Heather started tonguing Brittney again. Brittney laid back on the deck. I followed her down, continuing to suckle at one nipple, rolling the other between my fingers. She halfheartedly tugged at my cock, but the stimulation was too distracting for her. Soon she moaned and orgasmed, pulling Heather's head and rolling her hips to ride Heather's face. Her legs trembled and shook as she found release.

By mutual agreement the four of us rearranged slightly, just moving a few feet back from the hot tub. Heather lay prone on the deck, her face still in Brittney's pussy, her waist at the edge of the tub. Dan stood in the water, pounding her from behind. Now it was her turn to be too distracted by her own building orgasm to service Brittney. She used Brittney's lap like a pillow as Dan stretched her out and rocked her world.

After she recovered herself, Brittney told me, "Get on my face, I want to rim you and suck on your balls, and I want you to fuck my boobs."

I knelt down over her and lowered my asshole to her mouth. Her tongue tip touched the center and she began to swab and probe. I slid back and forth on her face while I got a handful of lube and smeared it in her cleavage and on my cock. I moved back a little farther and jacked my cock while she sucked my balls into her mouth, one at a time, then both together, and then her tongue snaked out and lapped at the base of my cock, a reversal of what she'd done the night before. Her nose pushed deep into my asshole. The sheer nastiness of it turned me on.

I settled there for a moment, watching my wife get railed by her best friend's husband. "Fuck me, Rob!" Ashley commanded, "Give me that dick."

Not to be outdone, Krystal urged John on, "C'mon lover, pound me, jackhammer that little pussy!"

Then the two of them, Krystal and Ashley turned to face each other and began to kiss and nuzzle. Tears wetted their cheeks. Krystal said, "I love you so much!"

Rob, whose face was only inches away, said, "I love you, too."

"I was talking to Ashley!"

"I know! Keep talking to her, it's past time."

Krystal said, "Ash, I forgot how much I love you. I mean, you're my bff, but when you went away to college, and I couldn't go, I resented you. And when you came back, and you were different, and then I went through all that shit, and..."

Ashley petted her hair and kissed her face and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should have said it a long time ago. We pretended things were the same when they weren't. But I love you more than anyone or anything. It's okay, baby. It's okay right now."

Krystal said, "I'll never love anyone more than you. Fuck her, Rob! Fuck her hard and make her come."

Then the two of them mewed and panted and squealed together as John and Rob brought them to climaxes.

I hunched forward on Brittney, grabbed her big boobs with both hands, pulled them up and in around my cock, and used them to jack myself off. I could feel her panting breath against my damp asscrack, and she encouraged me, "Fuck those boobs! God what a turn on!"

Using her cleavage like a cocksleeve, I bucked my hips. In no time, I felt the cum boiling up from my balls and down the channel in my cock. The first spurt sprayed down to splatter Heather's open and panting mouth, her nose, her forehead, and her hair. Then the next few pulses jetted down Brittney's belly, until I was dribbling into her cleavage.

Heather moaned out an orgasm, then said, "Danny, put your penis between my buttocks! I want you to shoot your semen all over my back." And he did. From where I knelt, with Brittney still sucking on my asshole, I could see Dan's thick cock plunging between Heather's butt cheeks, and the opening at his meatus spurt a shot that arced over her back into her hair, then more pulses landing along the length of her spine.

Krystal saw what was going on and said, "John, put your dick between my tits. I want you to give me a pearl necklace."

John caught on, and pulled out of her to straddle her torso, but he said, "Pearl necklace?"

Ashley touched the hollow at the base of Krystal's neck with her finger, "Shoot a pool of jizz right there, John!" Then she said, "Tittyfuck me, Rob! Spooge on my face."