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."
