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Well, shucks! Just as I was about to post my story about three couples at
a ski resort, David Lavenham posted his on the same topic. Oh, what the
hell, mine's really rather different from his, so here it is anyway. I'm
sure some people will prefer his more wide open story, but perhaps some
will like mine. Come to think of it, they are both a bit outlandish.
Personally, I like both stories, despite finding some technical fault
with his. Oops, sorry David, you gotta remember I'm biased.

Playing Around at the Ski Cabin
by shattims

Sacramento is miserably hot in the summer. George had no idea how
miserable it would be when he started working there last fall. But as
summer rolled around he started complaining to his coworkers about the
heat.

"Patty and I hate this heat" he said one day in the company cafeteria.
"If we'd known it was going to be like this I don't think we would have
transferred here."

Several people laughed and assured him he'd get used to it. But Al had a
suggestion for him. "Why don't you take a week off up in the high
Sierras? It's beautiful up there in the summer, and the temps are just
pleasant."

"You mean like rent a hotel room at Tahoe?" George asked. "There's two
problems with that. Patty and I don't like being cooped up in a single
room for a week, and besides I couldn't afford it right now."

"Ah, but I've got the perfect answer to both those problems" Al assured
him. "My wife and I are 1/3 owners of a ski cabin near Mammoth. In the
winter we rent it for a wad of money any time none of us are up there.
But in the summer it mostly sits empty when we aren't using it. We could
rent it to you for a week for about what you'd spend at a Tahoe hotel in
one night. And this is definitely no single room. It's got three
bedrooms, each with a private bath, a huge living room, a fully stocked
kitchen, even an indoor spa. Heck, you could go up there with some
friends, split the rent between you, and you'd be living for next to
nothing. The wife and I went in together with two other couples to buy
the place. There've been several times that all six of us have been up
there at the same time, and we don't feel a bit crowded."

Before the lunch was over, George and three other guys had tentatively
signed up for a week apiece. That night George described it to Patty, and
she was immediately enthusiastic.

"I'd love to get out of this sweat box for a week. We could take the kids
and make a family vacation out of it."

"True" agreed George, "or we could leave the kids with your sister so you
could have a real vacation."

"Umm, that would be nice. Mary and I were telling each other just
yesterday how much we wished we could have a vacation away from the
kids."

"Hey," George tossed in, "we could even take Bob and Mary along with us.
Al was saying the place was huge, that it had plenty of room for two or
even three couples. And if we split the cost it would be even cheaper."

"Three couples? Is there really room for that many people?" Patty asked.
"If so, I'll bet Tom and Helen would be interested, too. At least I know
Helen would. She was saying the other day that she feels like she hardly
knows Tom any more, with the kids always underfoot."

"OK, let's invite Tom and Helen as well as Bob and Mary. We've all done
things together before, and we've never had any problems getting along
with each other."

Patty's sister was quite willing to take the kids for a week on the
understanding that she'd get her chance later. Bob and Mary loved the
idea, and had no problem at all, since the kids' Gramma and Grampa lived
only a few miles away. Tom and Helen really, really wanted to go, too,
but were having a heck of a time getting rid of their two preschoolers.
Finally, with some arm twisting, they talked Tom's sister into taking
them.

At last the day arrived, and as the radio was predicting four more days
of 100+ degree temperatures, the three couples went three different ways
to drop off their kids, then met to caravan their three cars into the
mountains. Three wives were snuggled against their husbands, dreaming of
the perfect vacation they hoped was starting. Three husbands were
negotiating the curves of the mountain highway and dreaming, well to be
frank, they were dreaming of endless sex with their wives. There'd be
tonight, then Monday night, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. Six
nights in a romantic place with no kids around! It would be a second
honeymoon.

They had gotten started later than they really wanted to, what with
getting their respective kids settled, and by the time they arrived at
the "cabin" it was almost dark. Man! It was big, and beautiful.
Everything Al had told George it would be. It had a steeply sloped roof
that formed a cathedral ceiling for the huge living room, which must have
been nearly twenty feet by fifty feet with a massive fireplace, and took
up one entire side of the building. The other side was two stories, with
a large dining area, kitchen, bath room, laundry, and spa downstairs, and
the three bedroom suites upstairs. The bedrooms opened onto a sort of
balcony running down the middle of the building. It had a railing from
which you could look down into the living room, and an open staircase
down to the main floor.

No one felt like cooking after the hectic morning and long drive, so they
threw together some sandwiches, played two games of Hearts, and decided
to call it a night. The gals drew cards to see who would get which
bedroom, then the guys lugged their stuff from the cars upstairs to the
rooms their wives drew and they all said good night.

George and Patty hit the shower together, and started playing around as
they soaped each other up. By the time they had dried each other off they
were both very horny, and headed straight for the bed, stark naked. It
wasn't the greatest sex they had ever had, but it wasn't bad for a couple
that had been married eight years.

All three couples woke up in the morning much more interested in each
other than in breakfast. Nothing truly spectacular happened in any of the
bedrooms, but even so it was enough that more showers were definitely in
order. So it was after ten by the time three clean and glowing gals got
together to cook bacon and eggs. Whispered confidences soon let them all
know they weren't alone in their happiness. Yet somewhere down inside
they each knew that it could have been better. Maybe tonight when they
weren't so tired ...

By the time they finished eating at about 11:30 they decided to call it
brunch, and they all wandered off as couples to explore the forested area
around the cabin. It was a thick pine forest, with lots of duff on the
ground. The silence was broken only by their own footsteps, mixed with
the chirping of birds and the rustle of the trees in the breeze. What a
difference from the noise of the city! And the smell was heavenly. Each
couple did a bit of smooching, but there really wasn't enough privacy for
anything very intimate.

By 3 PM everyone had wandered back to the cabin, and all six of them were
sitting around the living room. After they had chatted together for a
while, Bob suggested they try out the spa. They headed to their rooms for
swim suits, and before long they were all enjoying the warm water and
bubbling jets.

Actually, George discovered he was enjoying something else, too. All
three gals were wearing bikinis, and they were all quite attractive.
Helen had the largest breasts, big enough that her bikini top was not
able to completely cover the subject matter. She was sitting by her
husband, but George kept casting sidelong glances at her two luscious
globes. Mary had a wasp-like waist, and a very low-cut bikini that
stopped fully three inches below her navel. Her husband was obviously
enjoying it from his position beside her, but George was getting an
eyeful too.

Not surprisingly, the other two guys were also enjoying the scenery. All
in all, it wasn't long before three guys were worrying about how they
were going to hide three large bulges in their crotches. George finally
solved the problem by announcing he was ready for a nap, and ordering
Patty to get him a towel. When she returned with it, he twisted quickly,
climbed out and wrapped himself in the towel before anyone except his
wife actually saw what his problem was. Bob and Tom then followed roughly
the same plan, and everyone retired to their bedrooms.

All three gals found their husbands' rather public hard-ons a real
turn-on, and all three were amazed at their guys' stamina. The sex that
afternoon was without question the best of the week so far in all three
bedrooms. None of the gals suspected the real reason for the new passion
directed to them, which was the mental pictures each guy had of two sexy
women, neither of them his wife.

Hunger eventually brought the couples back down to the kitchen, and due
to the lack of lunch, and the heavy exercise by all, everyone was ready
for a big steak dinner. After dinner they broke out a six-pack of long
necks, and settled back around the table for some more conversation.

When Tom got to the bottom of his bottle he laid it on its side on the
table, and started idly spinning it. Suddenly he sat up. "Hey, that
reminds me of something. When we were kids we used to play a game called
'spin the bottle'. But I've forgotten how it went."

A bit of probing of collective memories disclosed that it involved
spinning the bottle and then kissing whoever it pointed at.

"Even if I spin it, and it points at another guy?" Bob asked in mock
horror.

Everyone laughed, and they decided that no, the kiss was only if it
pointed at someone of the opposite sex from whoever spun it. But they
decided that probably whoever it pointed at would spin next, whether
kissed or not.

"Let's try it, and see if those rules make any sense" George proposed.

"George, shame on you!" Patty responded.

"It's just a silly kids' game" he said. "It's not like we're talking
about having an affair or anything."

After some questioning looks between spouses, they all shrugged and said
"why not?"

Since Tom's bottle had started it all, he spun first, and it pointed at
his wife Helen, so he kissed her. Her spin pointed back at him and,
despite cries of cheating, she kissed him back.

This time Tom's spin stopped at Patty, and amid a chorus of oohhh's he
gave her a quick peck on the mouth. George figured he couldn't be too
jealous about what his wife was doing, since he had suggested they play.

Patty's spin pointed at George, and she gave him a somewhat longer kiss.
Then it was his turn to spin, but his spin pointed back at Tom, so no
kiss.

"Hey, when do we get to play?" Bob demanded.

But Tom kissed Helen again, then she kissed him again. Their kisses were
starting to get somewhat passionate, and the others cheered them on.
Tom's next spin pointed back at George.

George spun the bottle, secretly hoping that it would point at one of the
other girls, but no such luck. It pointed at his wife, and he dutifully
gave her a long sloppy kiss.

But when Patty spun, it pointed at Bob. Blushing, she started to share a
quick kiss with him, but he grabbed her and made it a bit longer.

"Bob!" she sputtered when she managed to break free. "Shame on you!"

"Sorry," he said "but all this kissing was going on, and I was being
totally left out."

"OK, I'll forgive you this time." Patty replied, but her eyes were on the
floor and she was blushing furiously.

Bob's spin pointed at George, but then George got his chance with Mary.
He made his kiss considerably longer, determined to get even for the kiss
Mary's husband had just given his wife. Apparently Mary had the same
idea, and their kiss almost became passionate.

"So everybody has kissed somebody now, right?" Tom asked.

"In fact I think" Bob grinned, "that everybody has probably kissed
someone they aren't married to."

"No, I haven't." Helen said very quietly.

"Well, let's take care of that right now!" came Bob's hearty voice.

He walked around the table to where she was sitting, knelt beside her,
wrapped his arms around her, and planted a big juicy one on her mouth.

"Say, what gives you that right?" asked George as he moved to Helen's
other side. "I haven't kissed her, either," he added as he knelt, and
corrected that situation.

"No fair!" Tom said, moving over to Mary. "Bob just now kissed my wife,
and I haven't gotten to kiss his."

He proceeded to right the injustice quite thoroughly.

"Yeah, and you guys are going all out now," threw in Tom "while I just
gave Patty a demure little peck. I think it's definitely time I did
something about that." Which he did.

"I think", Helen said with a shocked look at what her husband was doing,
"we'd better quit before we get totally carried away."

"And I think" Mary added with a lascivious leer at her husband, "that
it's bedtime."

They all broke for the stairs at a very fast walk, and as soon as they
got inside their own bedroom doors they started tearing each other's
clothes off. George and Patty fucked wildly and noisily. She wanted more,
and got a second load within the hour. Then she woke up in the middle of
the night, made a U-turn in their bed and started sucking George's cock
while grinding her steaming pussy into his face.

Unbeknownst to them a very similar passion drama was being played out in
the other two bedrooms. Despite the best sex they'd had in years, the
other two gals also woke in the wee hours, and sucked their lovers' cocks
to attention.

Three guys answered the call, sucked clits, poked their tongues deep in
cunts, pounded their throbbing peters up into mouths, and came deep in
their wives' throats. Three couples wondered in the morning light at the
miracle that had happened to them, and finally admitted to each other
that the kissing game had had something to do with it.

So on Tuesday, when they all ended up in the spa together again, and
George came up with a wild suggestion, no one objected.

The first part of his idea was that they split up with spouses on
opposite sides of the spa, and alternating guy/gal all around.

Once everyone had splashed to their new positions he looked across at
Patty and said "since we're in the water, let's do a wave, like they do
at games. Only this wave will be more like last night, with kissing
instead of standing up."

"Bob, I'll let you start it with my Patty, then Patty can kiss Tom, and
so on."

Everybody looked at each other, and grinned a bit nervously, but then
thought to themselves "well, it sure worked last night, didn't it?"

Bob started with a quick peck to Patty's mouth, and around the wave went,
Patty to Tom to Mary to George. By the time Mary kissed George it was a
lingering kiss, which he passed on to Helen. She passed that on to Bob
and  around the circle it went again. By the time Mary came back to
George it had become passionate, and he poked his tongue through Helen's
open mouth to her teeth as he passed it on. On the next round there was a
lot of moaning and writhing going on, and when Mary kissed George their
tongues were probing deeply in each other's mouths.

But after Helen threw her leg over Bob and dropped her knee between his
thighs for their kiss, and Bob turned to Patty for more of the same, she
called a halt. "I think we've had enough stimulation for our naps."

"Oh yes!" they all said and climbed out of the spa. The guys made no
attempt this time to hide their throbbing hard-ons, and the gals weren't
being at all bashful about looking at them.

Each of the three guys had an arm around his wife's waist and a hand
inside her bikini before they got to the top of the stairs, and all three
gals had a hand rubbing their hubby's meat by then.

George and Patty had the last room down the hall, and they didn't make it
that far. As soon as the other two couples had disappeared into their
rooms he pressed her against the wall and started pounding his crotch
against hers. Then he pushed her bikini bottom down to her knees, she
shoved his suit down far enough to expose his rod, and he plowed into
her. She came almost as soon as he entered her, and about two minutes
later she came again when he came.

After that they calmed down enough to realize that they'd better get into
their room before they were discovered. As soon as they closed the door
they finished stripping, and he took her from behind as she lay face down
on the bed with her legs over the side. As soon as he came that way she
pushed him off of her, and onto his back, and she assumed the dominant
position. She impaled herself on his still-hard cock and started pumping
and grinding frantically as he played with her tits. Then he reached
around behind her and shoved a finger up her ass. That set off a series
of screams and pussy contractions that must have gone on for five
minutes. That brought him over the top yet again and he dumped his third
load into her. When they finally calmed down they knew, without saying a
word, that they had never, ever, had sex like that before.

The other two couples were equally convinced that this was the best sex
they had ever had. Nobody wanted to separate from their lover. The three
couples didn't get together for dinner or a game that night. They did
each sneak out at different times, bare-ass naked except for robes, and
grab some basic sustenance. And they all decided they definitely wanted
to get together in the spa again on Wednesday.

In fact they didn't wait until afternoon this time. They all gravitated
there shortly after breakfast and took the same positions they had been
in the day before. Bob suggested a slight variant on the wave. This time
they could have two waves going around at the same time. That would mean
four people participating at once, and the other two could serve as
timers. The timers could count to ten and then say "ding" to indicate
that time was up.

Everyone quickly realized that meant that while you and your neighbor
were kissing (or whatever) your spouses would be similarly involved, so
would not be paying attention to what you were doing. Since Bob had
suggested it, he and his wife were appointed to be the first timers. That
left George and Helen, and Tom and Patty, to start the waves.

Helen wrapped both her arms around George's neck, and he grabbed her
waist with his right hand and went straight to work on her mouth.
Meanwhile he let his left hand steal slowly up her side from her waist to
just below her armpit. Then just as he started to slide it forward to her
breast, Mary said "ding."

Helen reluctantly pulled away and turned to Bob. But as soon as she was
facing him she gave him a devilish grin, grabbed his head with both
hands, and attacked his mouth passionately. Bob didn't bother with her
waist, sliding his hands quickly up her belly to those big lucious boobs.
As soon as he reached his goal she moaned and started shoving her tongue
in and out of his mouth.

All too soon Patty said "ding" and Helen had to let go. Now Bob turned to
Patty, who had already had one encounter with Tom. She let him take the
lead, and he pulled her chest tight against his. She rubbed her bikini
top against his bare chest while they kissed wetly and wildly.

On Helen's "ding" Patty broke away and turned hungrily back to Tom. Their
lips had just met when Bob announced that he didn't think counting to ten
was long enough, and they were going to start counting to twenty. Tom's
left hand went immediately to Patty's ass, and his right hand to her top.
He started kneading her right cheek and her left tit. She brought her
right leg up and across his lap, hooking the far side of his waist with
her heel and pulling him closer, between her legs. He responded by
sliding his left hand down the outside of her thigh, which drove her
wild. He was about to move his hand to the inside of her thigh when he
was interrupted by Mary's "ding."

At that, Tom swung around and started to paw Mary. He had already touched
her top on the previous wave. Now he grabbed her breast and started
pinching her nipple. Meanwhile his other hand was rubbing her belly, and
slowly moving down that vast expanse from her belly button to the top of
her low-slung bikini. She was moaning and moving her pelvis up and back,
up and back, encouraging him to slide his hand clear down to her pussy.
She gasped when he got there, and grabbed for his cock. But Patty's
"ding" came just as she found it.

That meant it was Tom's turn to be a timer, but Mary was as hot as hell,
and turned eagerly to George. She knew where she wanted his hand, and she
put her hand on his crotch to show him. He took the hint instantly, and
started rubbing her clit through her tiny bikini bottom. For her part she
was pumping his huge cock through his suit. They both decided to take the
next step at the same instant, he slipping his fingers inside that bit of
cloth she was wearing, and she ramming her whole fist inside his suit so
she could wrap her fingers around his monster. When his finger reached
her clit she started pumping his manhood wildly. Oh no! Not the ding
already!

Meanwhile, on the other half of the wave, Bob had been going for Helen's
huge tits in a big way. He slid his fingers under her strap and then
forward under the bikini top material. Then he wiggled his thumb under
the bottom so he could squeeze her bare breast from two directions. Next
he bent down and started nibbling on her other breast. Helen always went
wild when Tom did that, and she was even wilder with Bob.

Patty's ding meant Helen had to stop and take over as timer, but she left
Bob nearly ready to cream in his suit. He started the same procedure with
Patty, but she had other ideas. She grabbed his hand and put it on her
thigh, then started stroking the back of his thigh to show him what she
wanted. As soon as he followed suite she cried out and pulled her knees
up to her chest with her feet wide apart. He moved his other hand to the
back of her other thigh, then took a deep breath and plunged his face
into the water, with his mouth heading straight for her pussy. She was
saying "OH! OH! OH!" continuously, and making so much noise he barely
heard Helen's ding.

When he came up for air and started counting with Mary, Tom attacked
Patty and George attacked Helen. Actually, Patty spread her legs with her
knees up to her tits, and Helen untied her top and offered her naked
boobs to George. Bob looked across at Mary's glazed eyes and her hand
rubbing her own pussy. He realized if they didn't stop soon they wouldn't
be able to stop at all. This was supposed to be a tease to get everyone
ready to make it again and again with their spouse. So he somewhat
reluctantly called out "OK, play time is over, let's all go fuck!"

This time no one made it even as far as the stairs. Discarded swim wear
littered the area from the spa to the living room, and three sets of
writhing bodies were scattered randomly around the room. The place rang
with moans and snorts and grunts and screams and thumps and slurping
sounds for the next three hours. Every time one couple came their noises
would give new inspiration to the other two. Finally they were all so
exhausted they fell asleep where they lay. When George and Patty woke up
late in the afternoon they looked around at all the nakedness and were
inspired to engage in one more lazy fuck. Which in turn aroused the
others, and they followed suite.

Finally Patty giggled and said aloud "If anyone had told me a week ago
that this is what we would be doing today I would have said they were
crazy, that I would never do that." Everyone laughed, got up, and
collected their discarded swim wear. Helen looked around and said "Hell,
everybody has seen me buck naked this afternoon, I'm going to leave my
top off. The damn thing is very uncomfortable, anyway." Mary and Patty
decided they would do the same thing, and after some very necessary stops
at the downstairs restroom the three gals headed topless to the kitchen
to prepare dinner.

When they came out a bit later with food in their hands, reeking of sex,
and tits bouncing, the guys were seated at the table ready to eat, and
not just the food. As the gals set down the food, the guys craned their
necks to sample the other wares. And of course they had carefully seated
themselves leaving a space for one gal between each. Miracle of miracles,
the wives decided to sit down opposite their spouses, giving each guy
access to the two luscious babes he had been sampling in the spa. That
led to lots more tit-nibbling during the meal, not to mention a great
deal of groping under the table.

Everyone seemed to want to make the meal last as long as possible, but
finally they all got up and wandered into the living room. "I have an
idea" said Tom. "Let's all sit in a circle on the floor in the same order
we were in at the table." They all did, shivering a bit in anticipation.
Tom got up and turned off the lights, leaving the place pitch black, then
returned to his place in the circle. "Now guys, turn to the woman on your
left, and start making out with her, until I say 'stop'."

George immediately started sucking Helen's huge tits while they rubbed
each other's crotches. Soon a chorus of moans started, which Helen
joined. Her gyrating pelvis emboldened George to wiggle his hand inside
her bikini bottom. She arched up against him as his finger probed for a
slit it had never touched before. When he found it, and the pulsing
little knob inside, Helen started screaming, and she wasn't the only one.

"Stop!" Tom said. All five others groaned their disapproval.

"Come on, back to your places, boys. This isn't supposed to be an orgy,
you know. Now turn to the gal on your right."

No one needed any encouragement. George's hand went directly to Mary's
pussy that he had touched briefly earlier in the day. Mary was obviously
wild with desire, and he already knew the way inside that tiny bit of
cloth, so in nothing flat he had two fingers poking into her cunt and a
thumb on her clit, while his mouth was sucking one tit and his other hand
was pinching a nipple. Moments later Mary was pushing her suit bottom
down, and when she got it to her knees she kicked it off and spread her
legs. George abandoned her tit and slid down so his mouth and tongue
could sample her steaming twat.

No one said "Stop" so they just kept going. Three guys' cocks were
released from their prisons. One went deep down a throat, the other two
into cunts. In less time that it takes to tell it, they all dumped loads
of cum. But no one wanted to stop. The fucking went on and on long into
the night.

Eventually, one by one, with whispered words, each gal took her new lover
up to her bed where they immediately resumed the action. The women kept
demanding more and more from their new lovers, and amazingly their lovers
kept producing. Not one of the guys had ever experienced anything like
it. Cocks that were still bone hard after coming more times than they
could remember. Eventually, two by two, they fell into blissful sleep
with their bodies still clinging together.

Helen was the first to waken the next day. She found herself naked, lying
with a man who was not her husband. She was ecstatic as she thought back
over what had been the most wonderful night of her life. Her heart sang
as she hugged her new lover to her.

"Oh Bob, my love, how could we have known each other for so many months
and not known our destiny together." she thought.

She tried to remember all of the things they had done together last
night, each more intensely thrilling than the one before it. Her pelvis
started grinding against his  deflated manhood as she kissed him
passionately. It didn't take much of that to wake him, and it didn't take
many moments of wakefulness for his tool to regain its full 8" length.

"Oh YES, my darling!" she panted as she swung on top of him, rubbed her
slimy pussy up and down his rod a couple of times, then lifted up enough
so she could grab his cock, point it, and sink down with it inside her.

"Oh darling, I want you so much!" she moaned.

"Yes, baby, me too!" he replied. She was doing most of the work this
time, but he was pivoting up to meet her every thrust. Her huge breasts
were swinging wildly just above his face, and he reached up to grab them.
She bent forward a bit more, and he pulled his head up so he could suck
her tit. She started wailing loudly and pounding faster and faster
against him. Her wail sent Bob over, and with a series of grunts he
pumped glob after glob into her. Her whole body was spasming with the
intensity of her climax.

When they could talk again she said "Oh, my darling darling! Please don't
leave me. I want you to stay inside me forever and ever!"

He grinned up at her and said "I hate to be practical, and I love being
inside you, but how are we ever going to eat anything if we do that? In
fact I'm already starving."

She suddenly felt ashamed of herself. "I'm sorry, Bob, I was being so
selfish. I'll get you something to eat right now."

"Don't leave right now, I want to stay inside you a little longer. Oh,
and there's something else you could do for me. I don't have a stitch of
clothing here, and I know Tom's things wouldn't fit, so could you find my
swim trunks down stairs and bring them here?"

She giggled "What if I don't want to? Maybe if you don't have anything to
put on I can keep you here all to myself for longer."

"Oh, baby, don't you know you have nothing to fear? Don't you know I want
you just as much as you want me?"

"Of course I do; I was just teasing. I'm going to go now and get your
trunks and get something to eat for both of us. She pulled slowly out of
him, then scooted down in the bed so she could lick him clean.

"Oh, god, baby, please don't be gone too long!"

When Helen started wailing it woke George and Mary in the next room. It
probably would have wakened Helen's husband in the room on the other side
of them, but he and Patty had kept going last night until early dawn, and
they were now both dead to the world.

George and Mary, on the other hand, woke quickly. and both with a
powerful urge to resume what they had been doing last night. They had
been sleeping in a "spoon" position, with his arm over her and his hand
on her breast. Within ten seconds of waking he was pinching her tit and
rubbing his pelvis against her ass. Within thirty seconds he had a
monster cock rubbing up and down her ass crack.

Mary knew all about that monster by now. It wasn't quite as long as her
husband's, but almost, and it was quite a bit thicker. She was dying to
have it filling her cunt again, so she reached behind herself, grabbed
it, and shoved it between her legs. Then she lifted her upper leg,
reached down with her other hand and pointed the tip of it at her crack,
and uttered her first words of the morning, "Shove, shove hard!"

She knew perfectly well that there was nothing between them but raw sex,
but oh, god, such sex it was. She and Bob had gotten into a real rut over
the years, and even this week, as good as their sex had been, it was
nothing compared with what she had experienced with George last night.
And was starting to experience again now, as George rammed his huge cock
into her while rubbing her clit with his fingers. She was on fire, and
aching to have him pour more loads of cum into her pussy.

The first climax came in just a few minutes, his first and hers right
behind it. It was great, but not near enough to satisfy either of them.
They shifted quickly to the basic position, and he started ramming his
huge tool into her waiting box. after ten minutes of that her moans
crescendoed into screams and she came a second time, triggering his
second ejaculation that morning. That would have been enough to satisfy
him for a while, but she wanted even more. She managed to roll over on
top of him without that fantastic pillar popping out, and started a good
simulation of a bucking bronco ride. He didn't come this time, but he did
stay hard, and after five minutes of that she came hard.

When her gasps had slowed to pants and that to heavy breathing, he
ventured "Mary, honey, I'm loving this, but I don't think I can do much
more without going to the bathroom first and then getting something to
eat."

"Now that you mention it," she agreed, "I have got to pee right now. Can
you wait for me?"

"I'll wait, you go first."

When she came out she giggled "I guess I had a lot more in me than just
pee."

"I should hope so." he said as he dashed for the toilet.

As she heard his stream hit the bowl he added "I felt like I pumped half
of my insides into you last night, not to mention some more just now. Is
it any wonder I feel like I'm starving?"

When he came out she had a robe on. "OK, let's go down and get something
to eat."

"Like this?" he asked. "I seem to remember leaving what little I was
wearing last night down in the living room."

"Oh, right. Here, put Bob's robe on."

It was after twelve when George and Mary sat down to eat at the dining
room table. Helen and Bob had finished the food she had brought up, and
she was sucking him to yet another erection. Tom and Patty were just
starting to regain consciousness.

As they woke up, Tom and Patty each realized two things: they needed to
go to the bathroom super bad, and they were so sore they weren't sure
they were up to any more fucking today. You see, the night before they
had given a whole new meaning to the term 'multi-orgasmic'. They had
fucked for five hours straight. She must have come ten times an hour for
the whole night. No man would have had enough cum to keep up with that
pace, but Tom must have climaxed three or four times an hour, his peter
convulsing and trying to pour cum into Patty, whether he had any more to
give her or not. Even without cum the feeling was incredible, with his
cock jerking inside her and her cunt milking him for whatever it could
get. Jerk, squeeze, jerk, squeeze, jerk, squeeze, all night long. Neither
of them could get enough of the other.

But today, after relieving themselves, they decided a joint shower, with
plenty of kissing and fondling, was all they were up for. That and some
food.

Tom realized he had the same problem Bob and George had discovered
earlier, nothing to wear. Patty's husband was ten inches taller and eight
inches bigger around than he was. [No, no, silly, I mean his waist, not
his cock.] So Patty made a trip down to retrieve Tom's swim trunks. She
saw her husband sitting in the dining area with Mary, but they were
making out like crazy and didn't see her.

She took the trunks up to Tom and suggested he get some food and bring it
up to avoid the embarrassment of her coming up on George at an
inopportune time. Tom wasn't sure he could look Patty's husband in the
eye, but he did manage a nonchalant "Hello, folks" as he went by them to
the kitchen, and a nod in their direction as he returned.

About that time Tom also became very much aware of the man he hadn't
seen, and that it was Bob. So Bob must have been with Tom's wife last
night. He wondered fleetingly how they had made out, but knew there was
no way they could have matched the night he and Patty had had.

By the time Tom and Patty had eaten, Helen had managed to bring Bob to
raging readiness again, and Tom and Patty got to listen to a mind-blowing
fuck in the next room. Then silence, followed by the sounds of a shower,
and a bit later a door closing and footsteps passing outside their door.
They looked at each other. "I guess it's time to face the music." she
said, and he nodded.

They arrived in the dining area shortly after the second pair of lovers
and found everyone standing around with faces turned down as they greeted
each other. No one seemed capable of looking at anyone else's eyes. Bob
decided to take the initiative.

"Look, folks, last night was totally unexpected, but it had better not
mean the end of our marriages." Everyone nodded, eyes still looking down.

"I suggest we all spend some quality time this afternoon and tonight with
our spouses."

That was definitely not what Mary had had in mind, and she felt a surge
of resentment at her husband for suggesting it. But then she realized he
was right.

The afternoon was spent as couples, talking, some angry accusations, and
some struggles working through jealous reactions. No sex, incidentally.
They all got together for dinner, with at least polite smiles all around,
and people could look at each other's eyes again. After dinner everyone
retired to their own rooms, where snuggling seemed a lot more important
than sex, though there was some of that for each of them before falling
asleep.

The next morning was Friday, and by the time they came together for
breakfast they could almost pretend that they were all just good friends
again.

But then Helen dropped what turned out to be something of a bombshell.
"You know, I feel like we are all trying to pretend that nothing happened
Wednesday night, but it did. We've all talked this through as couples
now, but I feel like we also need to talk things out with the person we
spent that night with."

She looked around the table and saw hesitant, but affirmative, nods.
"Maybe we should 'revisit the scene of the crime' this morning and get
everything out in the open."

"You mean go to the same bedrooms where we spent that night? I'm not sure
that's a good idea." Mary put in.

"Well, yes, but I wasn't thinking of an open-ended time," Helen replied,
"just maybe an hour or so."

Everyone looked at their spouses, then at their Wednesday night lovers,
then back at their spouses again. After a bit of heel dragging they all
agreed.

"OK," Tom said, "right now it's a little after nine thirty. Are we going
to agree to be back no later than ten thirty?"

"Let's make it eleven."

"Eleven it is."

All hesitation evaporated as soon as they were back in the rooms with
their lovers. They each said something to the effect of "I didn't want to
admit it out there, but I was dying to be here alone with you again."

But to tell the truth there was a lot more action than talk. They knew
their time was limited, and they really, really wanted to make the most
of it. Tom and Patty wasted no time getting started on another
multi-orgasmic marathon. Helen started coming as soon as Bob drove his
long, long shaft deep into her. He had to keep reminding her to keep
quiet; after all they were supposed to be talking, not fucking. Mary tore
off her jeans and panties and spread herself on the bed. She absolutely
had to have George's monster cock inside her again.

The eleven o'clock deadline was very difficult for all of them to keep,
but they managed it, even smoothing the beds first so their husbands
wouldn't know what they had been up to. Keeping their emotions out of
their faces so their spouses wouldn't suspect was even harder.

But the one thing they all failed totally at was controlling how horny
they felt. After the Wednesday night binge, and near total abstinence
Thursday, an hour wasn't nearly enough to satisfy any of them. When
someone suggested the spa after lunch they all jumped at the idea. No one
even had to suggest a sitting order. They all went automatically where
they had been on Wednesday, with spouses opposite each other, and each
gal's lover on her left.

Once again it was Helen who made the next suggestion. "Why don't we all
strip. It's not like we haven't seen each other naked this week, and
naked is the best way to be in a spa. There were some titters from the
other gals, but the guys thought it was a great idea, and secretly their
wives did too.

Once their cocks and pussies were exposed, it was George who boldly
proposed "All right now, ladies, just for old time's sake, sit straddle
on the lap of the guy to your left."

That put everybody with their Wednesday night lover, and if they thought
they were horny before, rubbing bare cocks against bare pussies made them
twice as horny. Soon the constant sloshing of the water from gyrating
pelvises was unable to drown out the rising moans. All three guys began
to worry that they might squirt their cum right up through the water.

"Stop!" ordered George, as Tom had on Wednesday night. "Go back to your
places, girls."

Then when they were seated again "Now sit straddle on the lap of the guy
on your right."

This was something new. And, they all decided quickly, something very
exciting. Everyone was kissing passionately, wildly, as the women rubbed
their pussies up and down, up and down the sides of these unfamiliar
cocks. What, they were all thinking, if no one said Stop?

Helen was rubbing her clit against George's monster thinking "God, I want
to fuck so bad!"

Patty was sliding her pussy all the way to the tip of Bob's long rod
thinking "Is this thing for real? I want to feel how deep it can go
inside me."

Mary didn't stop when she got to the end of Tom's pecker. She let the tip
slip past her clit and down to her fuck hole. Then she started back down
again, and it obligingly went inside!

"Stop!" George said, "Stay where you are, but don't move a muscle."

In point of fact, all of the ladies were shivering with passion and
anticipation, and none of them could stop that, but they did stop moving
up and down.

"I've been wondering" George went on "what it would be like to make love
with the woman on my lap right now, and it struck me that some of the
rest of you might be having similar thoughts. So, on a scale from 0 to 5,
how would you react to the thought of making love with the person you are
with right now, where 0 means no interest at all, 1 means slightly
curious, 2 means mildly interested, 3 means definitely interested, 4
means you are really turned on by the idea, and 5 means you are so hot
for it you are about to come right now."

"I'll start" he went on, "and rate it a 4." Then turning to his left,
"How about you, Bob?"

"I'll also say 4."

"Your turn, Tom" Tom's cock was still buried deep in Mary's cunt, and he
simply blurted out "5!"

"Well, that takes care of the men," George continued. "Your turn, Helen."

"Oh, I'd say 4." she shivered.

He looked at his wife. "Patty?"

She thought about Bob's long, long cock and wanted to say 4, but decided
to underplay it. "A good strong 3."

"And finally, Mary?"

Her cunt was already contracting around Tom's cock, and she knew the real
answer was 5, but she fudged it. "Oh definitely 4!"

"So," George grinned, "our average is 'really turned on' and the lowest
response is 'definitely interested'. I think we'd better go for it. It's
not like we've never done anything like this before."

I'm not sure anyone even heard his last sentence. Water had already
started sloshing loudly around three pairs of bodies, and everyone's
thoughts were focussed on how much they needed to fuck.

Patty lifted her body high out of the water and Bob reached down and
pushed his long shaft under it. She sank down on it with a passionate
scream.

Helen grabbed George's huge monster, so big she couldn't reach around it,
and shoved it brute force past her clit and into her waiting cavern.

Tom and Mary were already pounding against each other at a furious rate,
and they both came only moments later. But they stopped only long enough
to catch their breath, then started up again.

The spa echoed for the next hour with climax after climax. Then with
whispered queries of "Wouldn't you like to come upstairs with me?" they
slipped off in pairs with their new lovers.

Dinner that night was surreptitious trips to raid the refrigerator by
pairs of naked lovers, and the fucking went on well into the night until
they all fell into an exhausted sleep. It was a good thing they got some
sleep, because the next day they were going to have to pack up and drive
home.

When morning came they all showed up for breakfast in their birthday
suits. Everyone hugged and kissed their spouse, and the main topic of
conversation was where and when they could all get together again. The
vote was five to one for an all-nighter next Friday night. But Patty said
she would probably have to beg off because of her period.

In the end Tom and Helen agreed to get together with George and Patty
that very night "before it was too late for Patty." ('Wow, two nights in
a row with that hunk! I can't believe my luck,' Helen thought.)

Mary had to beg off because she was sure her period was starting, so she
and Bob made tentative plans for a wild night the next weekend with Tom
and Helen. Everybody knew that their life from here on out was going to
be "fucking fantastic."
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