Dave and I were a couple from that day on. I found out later that he had been seeing a couple other girls too, but he dropped them for me. He says he was serious about me from the moment we met. I don’t know if you could call our relationship love at first sight—it was mostly lust, but we were made for each other. I finished my Associates degree and became a legal secretary. Dave kept going to school at night and eventually earned his Bachelor’s. We were married within a year and a half of meeting and eventually had two daughters. Six years ago, Dave started his own contracting firm, which can mean long hours sometimes, and he is doing very well for our family.
One of the things that made us so compatible in bed from the start was that neither of us was thrilled by vanilla, missionary-in-the-dark sex. I’m not claiming it’s the most important thing, but let’s be honest, chemistry in the bedroom—or wherever you choose to get it on—is important to happiness in a long term relationship. Yes, it matters that he picks up his socks off the floor and still holds doors, but those are the things that make me happy and appreciative. It’s the heat in our sex life that keeps me excited. Without that I could be content, but I would get a little bored and I might even start looking at other men more than I should. I would not say that we were crazy kinky—at least not before we started playing
these
games—we were just a fun, open couple. I enjoy giving Dave road head on a long trip, we like to sneak away to a quiet corner or a changing room for a quickie if we think we can get away with it. We even opened the door to playing with other people before—just a crack. I never thought we would kick it open all the way! But that experience should have given me an inkling that Dave had hidden, kinky depths we’d never explored.
We had only been married for a few years and our first daughter had not come yet, so we were a happy, carefree young couple having our fun before life got really serious. And that meant a lot of partying with our friends. Dave and I rented a cabin in the mountains with our close friends Lisa and Shane. It was pushed back into the woods, which meant we had the privacy to get as crazy as we wanted, but it was also just a short walk from the crystal blue lake. The cabin was perfect for a four-day weekend away from the world.
Friday night was mostly about unpacking and then kicking back and drinking. We did not even have the energy to light a fire. I think Shane had taken half a day from work to pack, but Dave and I both worked all day and then packed and took the three-hour drive to the cabin. Dave stuck to beer, but the rest of us gave the blender a hard workout, and the tequila flowed. Things started getting raunchy that night—as they did when we got together and drank too much, but they didn’t go too far before we retired to the bedrooms. Not that night.
The next morning we were up early, despite the prior night’s drinking, and after a light breakfast the boys loaded up a cooler with beer and took the canoe out on the lake to do some fishing. Lisa and I were slower to get started, but we made our way to the lake and laid our towels out on the beach to get a little sun. I’ve never been a sun worshipper, but Lisa loved to lay there and tan. My pale skin just freckles and burns instead of tanning. Lisa was tall and dark and turned a rich teak color when she spent time in the sun. We were young and enjoying ourselves, not thinking about what all that sun might do to us in twenty years. I stripped out of my baggy t-shirt and cutoffs and caught Lisa staring.
“What?” I asked.
“I hate you. I know you’re not one of those salad only girls, but you never gain an ounce,” Lisa replied in mock anger.
“Please, guys are always staring at you. My
husband
stares at you!”
“Not nearly as much as Shane stares at your ass.”
Lisa wasn’t tiny like me, she was five-nine, and I guess she was on the thick side, but her curves were in all the right places. Her butt was nice and round, and her boobs were insane. She had to be a double-d. It looked like her bikini top could fail at any moment. I thought she looked great in her black bikini, and wished I filled out mine better. I had this red and blue striped string bikini that was my go-to swimsuit back then, something much skimpier than I would ever wear now. I still wear a two-piece, with much encouragement from my husband, but it’s usually a tankini or at least something with a halter-style top. I’m still in great shape, but things just aren’t as tight as they were back then, and I don’t need to be parading around half-naked. As it is, I get the occasional stare from some other jealous mom at the swim club.
“If he likes a juicy ass like mine, what’s he doing with you?”
“I don’t know, but maybe it’s something he needs to get out of his system.” I laughed.
“Send him on over tonight.”
“I would, but I don’t know if Shane would be down with that.”
“If he got to come over to your bedroom I’m sure he’d be fine with it,” Lisa said. She finished putting on her tanning lotion and asked if I could get her back.
Lisa pulled her thick, raven hair aside and knelt on the big queen-sized blanket as I rubbed the lotion into her back. It was a shame the guys weren’t around for that. They would have gone crazy. But I guess getting to the fish early was more important.
“That could be fun, but I don’t know if we have enough alcohol in that cabin for that to go down.”
“You’re right,” Lisa agreed. “We’ve been pretty drunk a lot, but things have never gone that far. Here let me do you.”
“Behave!”
I closed my eyes as she rubbed the lotion into my back. It always felt good to get a massage, and Lisa had very nice hands. I wondered if we ever got drunk enough if something crazy could happen. Neither Dave nor I were jealous in the least, but I didn’t know that I would be okay if I saw him with another woman. I knew he loved it when I dressed sexy and other men checked me out, but that didn’t mean he wanted things to go any further than that—or so I thought at the time. I didn’t think he wanted to see Shane’s hands all over me. Shane was a good looking guy. If I hadn’t been married, I don’t think would have minded one bit. He was tall like Dave, but thin and had much longer hair than my husband. He was like the slacker stoner to Dave’s athlete. The four of us had a flirty relationship and there was plenty of ass-grabbing when we were having fun, but before that weekend things had never gone further than us making out with our spouses in front of one another. When things really got hot and heavy, we always separated. I think our guest room had seen as much action from Lisa and Shane as their own bedroom had.
“Okay, I’m done,” she said, tugging my coppery ponytail. The red in my strawberry blonde hair really comes out in the sun. “Where did you go just now?”
I smiled and turned to lie on the blanket and arrange myself. “Oh, nowhere. Just thinking about things.”
“Like what?”
I kept smiling and stayed silent.
“You were thinking about Shane coming to your bedroom!”
“Maybe.”
“You dirty slut!” Lisa feigned shock.
“You’re the one who put the idea in my head.”
“Only if I get to take Dave out for a spin. Is he big
everywhere
?”
My eyes popped open. She knew everything about our sex life—and I theirs—but we didn’t usually discuss anything
that
specific. I couldn’t imagine asking her if Shane had a big dick. “What kind of a question is that?”
“If I’m going to think about Dave that way I want to have a complete picture.”
“I didn’t ask you that.”
“I guess you have a better imagination than I do.” When I still didn’t answer, she pressed. “So?”
“I’ll just say that I am a
very
satisfied wife.”
Lisa smacked my arm. “You lucky bitch!”
“If only you knew how lucky.”
We both fell into laughter and then got down to the business of tanning. Lisa mostly stayed on the beach, but I couldn’t take the heat and kept wading into the lake for relief. The wading turned into swimming and eventually I think I spent more time in the water than I did on the blanket. I lured Lisa into the lake with me several times, but she was more interested in laying there and reading her trashy novel while she baked. By the time we returned to the cabin I was ready for a nap. The guys weren’t back yet, so that’s exactly what I did. I slipped out of my clothes and swimsuit and into one of Dave’s t-shirts and fell asleep on top of the sheets with the ceiling fan spinning lazily above me.
I was deep in a pleasant dream when reality began to press into my brain. I knew it was a dream because both Dave and Shane were on the small, gravelly beach by the lake, naked. I lay back on the blanket, propped up on my elbows, wearing my bikini. Lisa was nowhere to be found. The guys were posing for me, seeming to have no problem with being so close to each other nude. My eyes flitted back and forth as I evaluated them. As a woman, I was well used to having the evaluating eyes of men on me, and it was fun to turn to the tables.
Both of the guys were in good shape, but my Dave had the edge. He was really rock hard back then, not ripped like he got his muscles in a gym, but hard and tight, like a man who worked with his hands. The dusting of dark hair on his chest trailed down to a thick cock that only seemed to grow larger the more he looked at me. Shane was fit, but not built like Dave. And he had a great, devilish smile, but I was not paying much attention to that. No, my eyes kept drifting back to the root between his legs, just like with Dave. I knew my husband’s cock intimately, of course. It was thick enough that I could just barely close my hand around it, and he was a nice eight inches. He pleased me like no other. I’d seen most of Shane, on the beach here and there, but I wasn’t familiar with his privates, so my dream filled them in for me. I imaged his prick to be long and slender, just like the rest of him. The perfect size to please me.
“So, which of us would you like?” Dave asked. He showed no jealousy that he was competing with another man for my attention, but this was all just a dream. Maybe my subconscious knew something I didn’t.
“Yeah,” Shane said, hefting his cock in his hand. “You can’t expect us to stand here like this all day.”
“I don’t know, guys. I feel like a kid in a candy store. I want to try everything I see.”
They walked closer until they were standing at the edge of the blanket. I sat up and their cocks were right in my face. My arousal was palatable in my dream. I wanted them. Both of them. They were so close that I could reach out and touch them, and I desperately wanted to, but fear and propriety held me back. I loved my husband and touching another man’s penis is just something that’s not done.
“What if you don’t have to choose?” Dave asked.
“No one said you can’t have us both,” Shane added.
“Go ahead, honey. It’s only us here. It will be our little secret,” Dave encouraged.
I reached for both of them, and as I grabbed their shafts a rush of pleasure flooded me and I gasped…
…and my eyes fluttered open. I was twisted on the bed, half on my side, half on my back, and the t-shirt had ridden up around my waist. I guess I was lucky Dave was the one who came into the bedroom, because my neatly-trimmed little mound was out there for everyone to see. Dave was doing more than looking. He massaged my pussy, and he must have been doing it for a while, because I woke up soaked. He parted my lips and flicked at my clit.
“Dave, baby…” I breathed, still half-asleep. The memory of having two cocks in front of me was still vivid, as was the fact that I was ready to play with both of them. I could not be sure which made me more excited, the dream or Dave touching me. I cursed Lisa for putting evil thoughts into my head.
“That must have been some dream. You were moaning in your sleep,” he said. He was wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, and seeing him damp and half-naked only made me need it more. I pushed my hand inside the fold of his towel. He was already growing hard before I touched him. As I stroked him, he pushed two thick fingers inside me, and I cried out. His thumb kept teasing my clit.
“We were on the beach and you were there…” I moaned. It was not so easy to speak. My brain wanted to do things other than form words. Hot things.
“
And
I was there? Who else was with us?”
Did I dare tell him Shane was there and gloriously nude? I did not think my husband would want to hear about that. So instead of answering, I twisted on the bed and pulled the towel apart so that his prick sprang into the air. Dave moved with me as sucked him into my warm, wet mouth. He nuzzled my pussy and spread my dewy lips. My moans vibrated through his cock as his tongue worked its magic. Dave was the first guy I was with who really seemed to enjoy going down—and it showed. When he sucked and licked my clit it got harder and harder to focus on pleasing him.
“Hey, are you guys coming out anytime soon? We’d love to get dinner started,” Shane called out from the hallway. It sounded like he was right outside our door
I tore my mouth from Dave’s cock and licked my lips so I wouldn’t slurp when I called out, “We’ll be right there—
ohhh!
” Of course Dave picked that moment to suck my clit hard. He loved doing things like that.
“Come on, guys, we’re starving. You can do that later. Don’t make me come in there.”
Shane did not understand that I really needed it right then. I was half-afraid he really would come in—I doubted Dave locked the door—so I reluctantly pushed my husband away with a frustrated groan.