The sights that greeted the four of us as we entered the doorway of Sea Mountain shortly after noon that early September Saturday were libidinous, lascivious, and more than a little disconcerting. Ted and I had been trying to get our wives to try swinging for over four years, but we had always met with well-orchestrated rejection. Neither Sandy nor my wife Eileen even showed any interest in sharing our spouses, either with each other, casual friends, or absolute strangers. We have for years hot-tubbed together naked, teased and flirted with one another, and occasionally engaged in foreplay in the presence of one another, but the women were adamant that nothing else would ever occur.
Yet here we were, at nudist/swinging resort in the desert just an hour and a half from our homes. Ted and I stripped of our clothes as we watched a middle-aged couple parked in a 69 just two lounges over from the shady, sandy area we had chosen as our base of operations for the day. We couldn't believe our good fortune and wondered why our wives had changed their minds, but when we heard the giggling that accompanied the dropping of trou, we remembered at least part of the reason. Our private parts were as free of hair as a newborn's, and our wives took delight in seeing our pale penises displayed in front of the other couples present. All Ted and I could do was shrug and make the best of it; we had agreed to it, after all.
Sandy and Eileen had told us they had heard about Sea Mountain from a female friend (they wouldn't say who) who swore the place was not only a turn on, but also pressure free. People could just go and hang out, watch to their heart's content, or partake in the activities, all without feeling forced to do anything beyond what was desired. The ladies said they would go with us, but only if they were in complete control for the entire time we were there. They emphasized complete and entire to us, and made us swear to follow their rules, or they would never agree to try swinging. What could we say? Ted and I jumped at the deal. (Of course, we half-jokingly said "complete control" could not mean that could make us do something painful, illegal, or, most importantly, homosexual acts. Our wives acted disappointed, teasing us with how much they wanted to "see you two giving some blow jobs", but they agreed to our limitations despite their disappointment.) Of course, we didn't realize that included our genitals being shaved just before we were supposed to leave, but by that time we were so excited we would have agreed to anything. Our wives shaved us, they said, to remind us to be "good little boys", and to let the people at the resort know just who was in charge in our relationships. As our wives cheerfully removed all of the hair in the pubic area, laughing and making snide remarks the whole time, Ted and I looked at each other and wondered whether or not our wives were perhaps having way too much fun.
It didn't matter that we were shaved to anyone at the resort. The people there were used to kinkiness, and indeed expected it. In fact, once we all went to the pool, our shaved dicks worked to our advantage. A slightly overweight blond asked if she could blow us! Really! She had asked her husband to shave and since he always refused, she told Eileen and Sandy that she'd love to try sucking ours. Less than an hour after we arrived, Ted and I were sitting at the pool's edge with a younger female bouncing back and forth between our two hard, hairless cocks while the woman's husband was talking to our wives not two yards away from us while standing in 3 feet of water! I can tell you, we were thanking our wives at that point of the day! The woman told our wives how great it was to deep throat us (oh yeah!) without having to get hair in her mouth. She occasionally tried to pressure her husband by saying she would give him a lot more blowjobs if he would shave as well, but he remained non-committal. The only down side was that Sandy told the woman not to let us come. "Our hubby's are only good for one load a day, so please don't make them worthless to us for the rest of the day." Our fellatrix tried to assure them that there were plenty of other men here "who could fill in for these two . . . and fill you a lot more as well", but our wives, unfortunately, were adamant. The four of us would find out later just how accurate our blowjob queen would be.
As the delightful but incomplete blowjobs finished, we noticed two new women standing in the group, including our wives, watching our pool initiation. Both women were obviously not newcomers as they laughed and talked comfortably with the group, but what really caught our eyes as they were introduced to our wives was how attractive they both were. Both looked to be in their late 30's, and were two of the sexiest women at the resort. (The resort does allow single women to attend, but not single men.) One was the only African American person in view, with a long-legged look that made her look like a track star. Her face was a little rough, but her high natural breasts, shelf-like ass, and legs that could wrap around you twice made the poor skin on her face hardly noticeable. Her comrade was quite pale, shorter, and much more voluptuous. Her breasts had to be 36D's, just made for titty-fucking, and her ass looked like twin pillows. Her face was cute rather than beautiful, and I'm sure she probably thought of herself as overweight, but to a guy, it looked like she was made for fucking. Ted and I looked at each other, thinking this was starting off like a hell of a day, and was only going to get better. And it did, for a while.
Tamara and Lashay (the black woman) quickly seemed to focus on us, much to our delight. After about five minutes of conversation, Tamara asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "You guys into voyeurism?"
We didn't even half to think about it. "Sure!" Ted almost yelped.
"In that case," Lashay invited, "why don't you do come with us." She and Tamara led us out of the pool up to what was called the exhibition room. They pulled us both down on the circular bed, and invited us to tell them a little about ourselves. They wanted to know what we were into, how we liked the place so far (are you fucking kidding me!) how long we had been married, our wildest experiences so far, and so on. As interesting as the conversation was however, I wanted to know what kind of show we were going to see, and most importantly, we're we going to be part of it. It took over 20 minutes of talking to find out. (I had no idea there was so much small talk required in swinging.)
It turned out both the women were bisexual and liked to make love to one another in front of an audience of appreciative men. They made it clear that we could touch them all we wanted during the display, but we were not to jerk off or try to make love to them. Lashay informed us "Your wives already told us that you're both one-shot wonders, so we don't want to ruin things for later. (Christ, our wives were sure giving us a rep in a short time!) Considering the offer of two sexy ladies doing a black on white lesbian scene for our benefit, we didn't quibble about the limitations. Ted and I agreed to whatever they said.
We spent the next half an hour watching one of the sexiest shows I had ever seen. Other people wandered through and watched some of the action, and one young Asian couple did a slow standing fuck for about 8 minutes while they enjoyed the floorshow, but we were the only ones who saw the entire act of lovemaking, and we were the only ones who were allowed to stroke their breasts, asses, legs, and hair as they entwined together. Seeing Lashay go down on Tamara while we caressed both of her breasts was eventually replaced by the two of them flowing into a 69, leaving their asses right in front of our faces. Watching them kiss and nuzzle each other, the contrast of their skins so stark, was one of the biggest turn-ons of my life, and when Tamara finger-fucked (hell, almost fist-fucked) Lashay to a final orgasm while we suckled at her throbbing breasts, I felt I was about wrung out. Though I had not come, the constant hard-on I was wearing was probably draining all the blood from the rest of my body, and I'm sure Ted felt the same way.
We left the sexy sirens for a while with a kiss of gratitude, and went to look for our wives. They were not at the beach where our gear was at, nor were they at the pool. After waiting about 15 minutes to see if they were in the bathroom or something, we returned to pool where we found a small crowd sitting around Lashay and Tamara. This didn't surprise us, and we headed over to see what kind of naughtiness they were involved in. When we got close, Tamara called over "You fellas missing anything?" That was when we realized that the crowd was not standing around because of what Lashay and Tamara were doing, but rather they were focusing their attention on the action taking place inside the adjacent room.
