The story recounted below, all taking place one drunken night in a hotel room, is 100% true. The events that enabled me to undertake what would have to be the most daring sexual escapade of my life, however, had been evolving over time.
For the past several years, my wife and I have developed a swinging relationship with another couple, sort of. Essentially, with lots of wine and gradually over time, the women have evolved from playful kissing to pretty much anything goes. Me and the other husband have been mostly content with watching. We participate on the periphery, with our own wife, but are not “allowed” to touch the other. This rule has been broken, by me at least, quite often, but always covertly during times that everyone is too drunk to notice or care very much.
As a result of this soft swinging, some sexy teasing and flirting has developed between me and my wife’s friend, Kim. Both of us take it for what it is, some occasional naughtiness to spice things up, but really nothing more. While planning for the four of us to go out of town for a concert weekend, I joked with Kim about what might happen if both spouses passed out. Again, it was flirtatious teasing, but I doubt either of us really expected or planned on what ultimately transpired.
So after a night of partying at the concert, then hitting the area bars, we all got back to our room (given our situation, we got one room with two beds). Everyone was extremely drunk, and it didn’t take long for the girls to end up in bed together with the men joining in as we normally did. Kim even pulled out a vibrator to play with, so had the night ended here, I would have chalked it up as a successful trip. I’m not sure how long this went on, but eventually the alcohol caught up with everybody and each headed to their own bed.
I was the last one to get in the bathroom, and by the time I came out, I could hear Todd snoring, and it even appeared my wife and Kim were both already asleep. I started for the far side of our bed, and noticed much of Kim’s leg and one of her breasts, exposed by the tussled sheet. I at once recalled our joking reference to a daring little tryst, and walked closer, between the two beds. I looked at my wife, on her side, facing away from me. She was breathing heavily, obviously in a deep alcohol induced sleep. I then examined Kim, as she appeared to be sleeping just as deeply as my wife. My drunken, aroused brain was strongly suggesting I take advantage, but I knew how risky it was. Still naked myself, I stepped away, and actually paced between the TV and the beds, stopping every now and then to assess everyone’s state of sleep. After maybe 10 minutes, Todd was still snoring, and hadn’t moved from his position on his side, facing away from Kim. My wife showed no signs of coming around as well, so I made the decision to go for it.
Creeping between the beds, I silently knelt down next to Kim. I then noticed the buzzing sound of her vibrator. She was obviously asleep, so I reached under the sheet and found the toy humming harmlessly in her limp hand, perched just above her pussy. I slipped it from her fingers and slid it down along her slit, until I could press the vibrating toy vertically between her already wet lips. I was able to press it against her clit randomly as I pleased. While playing with her in this manner, I couldn’t resist her erect nipple, clearly visible from the parking lot lights filtering around the edges of the drapes. Her breasts aren’t large, but her tit was so soft and inviting as I began to caress it in my right hand. With no further thought, I leaned down and gently licked and kissed her, keeping up this assault for several minutes. I took notice of the way her nipple distended, practically begging me to suck it and began to press my face ever more firmly into the softness of her breast, consuming her with my tongue and lips, all the while keeping up the stimulation from the vibrator.
Steadily, she started to respond, mostly with moans and gasps. Given our experiences over the years, I knew Kim tends to get quite vocal, and obviously this was not the time for that. I quickly released her nipple and grasped her behind the neck with my right hand. I gently tugged her closer to the edge of the bed, and brought my lips to hers, smothering her attempted moans with a passionate kiss. I kept this up, while my left hand was unrelenting with the vibrator across her clit. Slowly, her awareness of the situation became evident, and I kissed my way over her face, to her ear, and whispered that she needed to remain quiet, because I was going to eat her pussy like I’d wanted to so many times before.
She nodded her understanding and approval, and I kissed my way downward. Kim has a slender, sexy body. What is even more sexy to me about her is her teasing, exhibitionist ways. Sometimes at the country club pool, she unties her top and then moves around in her chaise, haphazardly keeping herself covered while often providing brief flashes, yet all the while acting completely unaware of her innocent exposure. Another time, on a weekend trip with several couples, she jokingly let it be known that she wore nothing beneath her short, rather sexy sundress. With only me and another husband in the living room, she decided it was time to lotion up before going out to join everyone else in the sun. She sat on the couch and pulled the dress up higher and higher while rubbing lotion into her legs. She acted oblivious to her actions, but it was quite an enjoyable exhibition, and I doubted at the time she didn’t know how she was teasing.
At any rate, Kim is obviously a sexual person, and I now had the opportunity to appreciate her body, without any restrictions, well, other than the fact that our spouses were sleeping with arm’s length of us. I briefly nibbled and sucked on her other breast, but rather quickly kissed my way down to her pussy. I gently pulled the sheet from her body, and turned off the vibrator. After kissing down across her flat stomach, I teased her by licking and nibbling all over, but never really giving her any significant pressure from my lips or tongue. She was completely hairless, which drives me crazy, and after doing my best to torment her, her body and the excitement of the situation overtook me, and I essentially devoured her. I attacked her pussy with like a starving man being presented a long withheld buffet. My lips and tongue were everywhere, probing, sucking, tasting. Her juices coated my face, and soon her vow of silence was beginning to crumble. At this point, I again tore myself away and moved back to her face, I let her taste herself on my lips as I urged her to remain silent, in between soft, teasing kisses. I moved closer to breathe into her ear how I had been lusting for her, mentioning specifically the way she had stretched and twisted while standing next to me when we’d stopped for gas during our trip, and how that one (innocent?) little move had further ignited my desire to take her, as I was now.
She moaned as I whispered to her, then I kissed her deeply once again, and quickly moved back to feast on her inviting, wet, hairless cunt. I moved her left leg over my shoulder, and as before, assailed her, licking firmly from her clit downward, until I could delve into her tight opening. I did this over and over, and as the exhilaration of my actions began to drive me onward, I did something most unusual for me. I lifted her lovely ass up off the bed and traced my tongue downward to tease her as her juices had now run down to her asshole. I’m not sure what came over me, but I was powerless to stop my assault. I would run my tongue from her ass to her clit, licking and probing over and over, often pausing to concentrate on her engorged clitoris and the next pass I’d linger further down, licking and teasing as I’ve never done to anyone.
Kim was moaning once again, but not too loudly, and I was just about past the point of caring, when I heard her plead in a broken whisper that she wanted me to fuck her. As much as I wanted to give in and do so at that moment, I knew it would be going too far. She started reaching down past the edge of the bed in an attempt to grab my cock. I moved away, realizing that if I let her touch me, we may give in and do something we might regret, and something that would certainly increase our chance of getting caught. But I still wasn’t ready to relinquish the opportunity before me, and I moved yet again back up to encourage her silence through more kisses. I allowed my left hand to linger between her legs, and as we kissed, I slipped my thumb into her soaking wet pussy. I pistoned slowly as deeply as possible and I could feel her hips grinding in response. With the thoughts of her ass still in my mind, I allowed my middle finger to slip down and press against her saliva coated asshole. I didn’t sense any resistance from Kim, and slowly inserted it. I began to fuck her with both digits, while moving from her lips to once again suck on her puffy nipples, then back to kiss and nibble on her lips and tongue.
I by this time had forgotten about the precarious nature of our encounter, and was beginning to do my best to make her cum, alternating my thumb and finger so that each could forcefully probe as deeply as possible. Unfortunately, around this time Todd began to stir. At once I dropped to the floor and crawled silently around the foot of my bed. I heard them exchange some drunken words, or maybe just sleepy grunts, but nevertheless I was scared back to the reality of what we’d just done, and gotten away with. As much as I wanted to crawl back over and continue the fun, I knew it’d be stupid to push our luck. I crawled back into my bed, and fell asleep right away.
Oddly enough, I didn’t feel awkward or guilty the next morning. While it was obviously a risky thing to do, I think we both understood it was just one of those serendipitous drunken events that will provide me, and hopefully Kim, many enjoyably naughty memories.Both women were rather giggly as Kim opened the bottle of Merlot. They’d already had three glasses each at the restaurant, and were both eager to add to the buzz now that they were back at Shannon’s house. Getting drunk over a Wednesday lunch was not something they did, ever, but today they’d each agreed it would be best if they were a little, if not very, drunk.
For the past several years, Kim, Shannon and their husbands had developed a sexually progressive relationship. They didn’t trade spouses, but the women had certainly evolved over time to the point where most anything went between them, and it was no secret amongst the four of them that the girls genuinely enjoyed these erotic encounters. Often, during one of these drunken escapades, Kim would suggest she and Shannon get together while the men were at work. Both husbands said they’d be good with it, as long as they knew ahead of time, and heard every delicious detail after the fact. But even at that, the drunken promises of such a pre-planned, purely hedonistic affair never seemed to come to fruition, or even be mentioned again, until the next interlude between the four of them.
However Shannon’s husband, Roger had been pushing her lately to follow through with the often promised afternoon with Kim. She couldn’t quite relate to his motivation, but then again, he was always encouraging her to embrace her sexuality. He often told her detailed fantasies, often about her seducing other men, especially younger, college age guys. Hearing Roger’s fantasies centered around her getting fucked by one or more young studs was always exciting. Given that Kim often played a role in his dirty pillow talk, she had little doubt that thinking about her with Kim would be just another kink to fuel his many fantasies. And of course she’d have to tell him every sordid detail as soon as he got home from work.
So, after they’d downed another glass of wine each, Kim took control and playfully pulled Shannon upstairs to her bedroom, then pushed her down onto the king sized bed. Emboldened by the alcohol, neither woman resisted what was about to happen. They began slowly, lots of soft kisses and roaming touches, but things inevitably escalated until clothes were being tugged off and soft moans transformed into more explicit feedback in praise of each friend’s willingness to please the other.
Not having to worry about their husbands was quite freeing, and both women fully focused on the mutual pleasure they were sharing. Forty five minutes later, they’d each had several orgasms, but as Kim lay with her head resting on Shannon’s thigh, randomly planting teasing kisses across her still simmering pussy, it was obvious they would soon ramp back up for another round of love making. At that moment, the sudden roar of the lawn mower from the back yard broke the mood.
“What?, who is mowing my yard?” Shannon said, more to herself than Kim, and moved from the bed to go and look out the bathroom window.
Kim tagged along behind, as naked as her friend, and peered over her shoulder through the mostly closed blinds, “Mmm, yum! Who is that? And can I take him home to service my, ah, lawn too?” she said in a joking tone, but with just enough underlying desire to convey her approval of the young man mowing the lawn. He was wearing gym shorts that were tight enough to indicate he likely wore nothing beneath them. With each pass around the yard, a rather substantial bulge was easily discernable pressed against the snug fitting material. Shirtless as well, his defined chest, muscular back and broad shoulders indicated he was obviously no stranger to the weight room.
“Ah, that’s our neighbor’s son, Eric. He’s home from college, you know, for the summer.” Shannon replied in a tone indicating there was more she wasn’t telling.
Kim’s hands began to softly stroke her still nude friend, as neither of them had offered to move from their vantage point by the window. “So, what aren’t you telling me?” Kim asked, her hands now gently cupping Shannon’s large breasts.
“Ah, well, I just find it a little odd that he is mowing the yard today, while we’re in here, you know, for the first time alone together.” Kim answered.
“Why, I mean when does he usually mow the yard, and why have you been holding out on me that you have a studly college boy in the neighborhood that cuts your grass while half naked. I mean, seriously, look at his crotch. I actually think I can see the outline of his dick all the way from here.”
Ignoring Kim’s lustful comments, and even her attentive hands, Shannon’s mind was concentrating on the situation before her, and she continued, almost as if speaking to herself, “What I find odd is that he has never cut our lawn before, not even once.”
“So, Roger must have asked him to.” Kim replied.
“Yeah, that’s what I find most interesting.” Shannon paused, then knew it to be silly and keep the rest of the story from Kim, especially given the extent of their relationship. “The fact that he has him working in our yard today, when he knew you and I would be coming here to, well, ah, be alone. I have my suspicions it is more than a coincidence.”
“You’re getting my attention, do tell.” Kim egged her on.
“Well, it all started about 3 years ago. Roger was convinced that Eric had the hots for me. He started doing things like sending me out to wash the car when he’d see Eric outside as well. He’d make me wear something to really accentuate my boobs, not that you can do much to hide these double Ds even when you want to.” Shannon started to explain, the wine, their history together, and her still simmering arousal leading her to hold nothing back.
“He made you go out, dressed to tease….really? Roger doesn’t ‘make’ you do anything. But anyway, did it work, did you lure Eric over and prove to Roger that he wanted this sexy, curvy body?” Kim asked in a half joking manner while hugging and stroking Shannon’s curvaceous form in an overly exaggerated manner.
“Well, I will admit I was a little, shall we say, complicit, cause I could have told him Eric had a thing for me without him parading me around like that. I mean the kid always found excuses to stop by when I was out. I didn’t tell Roger, but I had already started wearing low cut tops during the days while he was at work, just to tease the poor boy a little. I mean, it was really naughty of me, and he was only about 17 or 18 at the time, but I must admit it was rather exciting to think a teenager found me attractive. But that’s ALL I ever did, was to give him some ‘unintended’ looks down my top, I promise.” Shannon paused to ensure Kim believed her. She didn’t want this to make her sound like some slut out there luring in teenage boys. Seeing Kim nod her understanding, Shannon continued, “But yeah, Roger’s little ‘tests’ convinced him of the obvious. Then he started with the fantasies about me teasing and seducing Eric.”
“Oh my, I mean Roger is a man, so I’m not surprised to know he’s depraved, but it is kinda fun to hear what gets him going. What about you, did his stories do it for you too?”
This entire time, Eric kept mowing. The backyard was fairly large, and Shannon knew it would take him most of an hour to finish it using only a push mower. So they stood there and watched while Kim kept her body stoked with her talented fingers, and Shannon divulged what to this point had been between only her and Roger.
“I have to admit, he can spin a tale.” She responded with a sneaky smile spreading across her face. “Usually he’d bring up an actual encounter between Eric and me, then ultimately turn it into a really hot story about me luring the kid into the house and seducing him subtly until his hard cock about rips through his pants and he has to have me.”
“God, you’re making me wet. Give me some details while the young man starring in your fantasy sex life keeps parading before us all sweaty and half naked.” Kim pleadingly whispered into Shannon’s ear, kissing and nibbling her neck as both stared out the window.
“Mmm, God hun, your hands are driving me crazy. When our eye candy leaves you’re going to have to really work me over, maybe with the big vibrator.” Shannon said, squirming beneath her friend’s touch. “Okay, so one of his favorites stemmed from something that really happened up at the neighborhood pool. You remember that older red bikini I used to wear? Tons of cleavage, but the reason I eventually retired it was because it had worn thin enough that my nipples would show through pretty clearly when it got wet, and even a little when dry. Roger had always loved how sexy my boobs looked in it even before it started turning see-through. Every now and then I would still put it on, but took care not to get in the water.”
“Oh yeah. I remember that one. Todd always liked you in that top as well. But go on, tell me more.”
“So there was a week last summer that Roger took off work to do some things around the house. You remember how hot it last July, and with temps hitting the upper 90’s one day we decided to head over to the pool. Since it was a Tuesday, I knew the crowd would be light, and gave in when he begged for the red bikini. He had brought the cooler, and it didn’t take long for us each to knock down several beers. So with a slight buzz and a sparse crowd, I didn’t object when Roger suggested we get in the water. He grabbed our float, and after a bit, talked me into relaxing on it while he held on to keep me from floating away from him. He was slowly towing me around the pool, taking us away from anyone that he thought might take exception to my see-through top. I knew Roger was enjoying seeing me on display in the public pool, even if only for him, but given the intense heat, it didn’t take long for the material to dry out and become a little more modest. It was thin enough that if my nipples got hard, they’d still be easily noticed, but at least when dry my entire areola wasn’t blatantly on display.”