This year my husband and I decided to do something a little different for the holidays. We were so tired of the stress that comes with having dozens of people over that we figured we would get away, and for a touch of real winter we decided to spend a week at one of the North Lake Tahoe ski resorts.
In mid-November, when my best friend Gwen asked what we were doing for the holidays, I told her about our plan, and she said what a great idea that was. She said she wished she and Hal could do something like that.
I said, “Why can’t you?”
She couldn’t come up with much of a reason other than feeling guilty about not being with her relatives. I told her Stephen and I would love it if they came with us, and if she wanted we could probably still get another room at the lodge, so why didn’t she think about it and discuss it with Hal? I pointed out that we should probably all take advantage of not having kids yet, since once we do, we’ll never be able to get away like this. “Anyway, you’ll be seeing all your family at Thanksgiving,” I said. “Won’t that be enough aggravation for one holiday season?”
That night Gwen called and said that she and Hal were going to join us. I was really excited. Stephen and I had vacationed with them a couple of times and we always had a fantastic time together. So we started planning. First we booked the second room at this wonderful lodge that had been recommended to us. With Christmas on a Monday, the plan was to drive up Saturday morning the 23rd. Stephen and I volunteered to drive, and Hal and Gwen were responsible for snacks and drinks, knowing there would be mini-refrigerators in our rooms.
When the time came, Gwen brought enough alcohol to last more than the week we would be staying. I can always count on her to be in charge of the important things! With holiday traffic the drive took about five hours, but the scen ery was so beautiful that time pretty much flew. A couple of hours out of the city snow had already started to fall. It really put us in the Christmas spirit.
We checked in around four that after noon and were pleased to find out that our rooms were right next to each other. We made our way up to the second floor to drop our bags off and freshen up, then head down to the bar on the main floor. Besides the bar itself there was a collection of tables and booths you could bring your drinks over to.
We sat in a circular booth for four across from a picture window that showcased the falling snow outside. We sat and talked for hours, finishing drink after drink, until I knew I wouldn’t be able to walk straight if I got up. I started drinking water, but it didn’t help much, so I figured I’d go up to the room and lay down before dinner. The others were having such a good time, I insisted they stay. “I’ll set my alarm for an hour,” I said, “and I’ll be as good as new.”
When I got up out of the booth, Hal volunteered to walk with me, saying he wanted to change his shirt—Gwen had spilled a little wine on it earlier. No one thought much of his announcement, and he and I walked up to the second floor together. Once I started moving around, I realized I wasn’t as drunk as I thought, and a short nap would do the trick. Hal walked me to my door, then went next door to his and Gwen’s room.
I pulled my very warm sweater over my head and slid my jeans off, opting to sleep in my bra and panties. I had just drifted off when I heard a knock at the door. I was so startled that I jumped out of bed without realizing I barely had anything on. I cracked the door open and found Hal standing there. I was still pretty sleepy when I let him in but even so noticed that he couldn’t stop staring at my chest. I realized I was standing there in my very sheer bra.
“I’m so sorry, Rachel,” he stammered. “I just wanted to be sure you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” I said in my sleepy voice. “I had just fallen asleep a moment ago.”
I’m not sure why I didn’t reach for a towel to cover myself up. I guess it was a combination of there not being one close by and my severe lack of shyness. I used to pose in the nude for art classes, and this wasn’t much different.
I didn’t count on seeing Hal’s cock jerk to life in his pants, though. Sudden ly I was imagining what it looked like, and what it would taste like. I quickly remembered that Hal is my best friend’s husband and that I have a husband of my own. However, that didn’t stop my nipples from becoming erect and poking through the sheer bra.
Hal seemed mesmerized by my protruding nipples. He stood there staring at them until he finally snapped out of it. “I should go, Rachel,” he blurted out and practically ran out the door.
Feeling disappointed and relieved at the same time, I crawled back into bed and fingered myself until I fell back asleep, thinking the entire time of having Hal inside me. I woke up about 45 minutes later, still really aroused thinking about Hal staring at my tits. They’re bigger than Gwen’s, and I imagined Hal feeling tremendous temptation to reach out and feel them.
I was getting turned on again, and figured I better hop in the shower before I got so worked up that I further delayed myself. By the time I got back downstairs, everyone was ready for dinner, which was perfect because I was starved.
During the meal Hal and I exchanged a couple of glances, and I felt my pussy getting damp. I slid Stephen’s hand up my skirt to feel it. Hal and Gwen didn’t seem to notice, so my husband kept his hand between my legs, strumming my clit through my panties for the rest of dinner. By the end I was ready to explode! We had an after-dinner drink, then decided to call it a night.
We all walked up to our rooms and said good night. Once Stephen and I were inside, he asked what had gotten into me. I decided to gamble and tell him the truth: that earlier I answered the door in my bra and panties and it really turned me on to have Hal see me almost naked. I thought Stephen’s cock was going to burst through his pants!
He said something I never would have imagined: that he’d love to watch another guy have his way with me.
“What about Hal?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said. “Especially if Gwen’s there to watch too.”
Gwen and I had talked once very briefly about couples who swapped partners, and although she didn’t come right out and say it, I got the feeling she was interested in watching her husband fuck another woman. Stephen and I were getting so turned on by the possi bility that we started groping each other and pulling one another’s clothes off. We didn’t even bother with foreplay, just got right to fucking—he bent me over the bed and fucked me urgently.
He knows exactly how I like it, and loves when I talk dirty while he’s inside me. I kept telling him to imagine Hal spreading my legs open and entering my tight hole, feeling how hot and wet my pussy is. I said I might even let Hal fuck my ass. I barely got the sentence out before it pushed Stephen over the edge. He grabbed my hips and while pounding me as hard as he could released his come inside me.
I laid down on the bed on my back and spread my legs, inviting Stephen to play with my pussy until I came. He slid two fingers in me easily, with his come lubricating my opening. Then he placed his mouth on my clit and delicately licked and sucked it. I guess it’s because he loves eating my pussy so much that he’s gotten so good at it. I begged him to slide another finger in my already-stretched hole while continuing to munch on my engorged clit. As he pumped his fingers in and out of me, his teeth tugged gently on my clit. As soon as I felt his teeth on it I knew I would explode. He kept finger-fucking me and lapping at my pussy while still biting on my clit until I exploded.
Completely exhausted, I was just drifting off when my husband whispered, “Let’s plan on that happening again tomorrow, but with Hal fucking you instead of me.”
I felt my pussy getting hot again but wondered out loud how that would be possible. Stephen made a confession. When Hal and I left Gwen and him alone earlier, she apparently put her hand on his thigh and said she’d love to get to know him better. He asked her what Hal and I would think about that, and she replied that her husband had no problem with it. She said she didn’t think I would mind either.
At first I was shocked that Gwen would be so bold. Then I realized I was guilty of pretty much the same thing. I asked Stephen what he thought about it all, and he said it would really turn him on to fuck Gwen while he watched Hal fuck me. I said I felt the same way. He told me that Gwen was going to sug gest all of this to Hal that night, and if he went for it, she would invite us to their room tomorrow for cocktails. If I agreed we would accept their invitation, and if I didn’t agree we would decline.
The prospect of swapping spouses without any words being spoken but everyone knowing what was going to happen was so exciting that I felt my pussy ache! Both of us got so turned on again that we fucked once more, this time moaning and screaming so loud that we knew Hal and Gwen would hear us. We figured we’d give them a preview of what they were going to get the next day! They responded by doing the exact same thing, maybe even loud er. This was some game we were all playing! I couldn’t wait for the next day when it would really begin.
Around noon on Sunday Gwen knocked on our door. Stephen answered. She wanted to know if we would like to come to their room that afternoon around four for some pre-dinner cocktails. Stephen said we would love to, and I watched them flash each other knowing looks. I waved to Gwen and added that we were going to do some wandering around town but would be there promptly at four. Everyone smiled, and we pretended like we didn’t know that all of us would be fucking each other shortly.
Stephen and I showered and got dressed and left the hotel for a couple of hours to wander. Neither of us mentioned the plans at all, but I could barely wait for four o’clock. We stopped in a bar and had a couple of drinks to try and relax. Stephen asked if I had any hesitation and wanted to back out. I assured him I was all for this, and he said he felt the same.
We paid our bill and went back to the hotel. We stopped off at our room first to drop some things off, and Stephen suggested that I bring my vibrator, just in case. “Hey, you never know,” he said, smiling. I threw it in my purse, and we headed next door. Stephen knocked, and Gwen invited us in. Hal was at the counter where all the liquor bottles were, mixing drinks. Stephen and I asked for vodka martinis. Hal said he and Gwen were drinking the same. I guess everyone realized a stiff drink would be helpful!
Their room, like ours, had a living room separate from the bedroom. We made our way over to the two couches and watched some TV. After about 20 minutes our drinks were nearly empty, and Gwen popped up to make another round. Stephen offered to help, leaving me and Hal alone on the couch. He leaned over and whispered how turned on he got yesterday when he saw me in my bra and panties. I replied that I had gotten so excited, I masturbated to the thought of him being inside me. He let out a whimper, and I saw his cock jump in his pants, like it did yesterday.
I looked up and saw my husband and Gwen whispering about something while they made the drinks. I turned back to Hal and told him how tense I had been and asked if he would mind rubbing my shoulders. I knew it was clich , but I also thought it would be an effective way to get the ball rolling. I turned away from him on the couch and he started massaging me. Stephen and Gwen came over with the drinks and resumed their places on the other couch, watching me and Hal.
It was getting dark outside, and the only light we had was what came from the TV. Gwen got up and pulled the curtains shut and lit a few candles. Stephen watched us as Hal kept rubbing me and I unbuttoned my shirt. By the time Gwen rejoined Stephen on the couch, my shirt was half off and my shoulders were bare.
Gwen slid her hand up Stephen’s thigh and found his hard cock waiting for her. When she started rubbing it through his jeans, he leaned back and enjoyed himself. Hal slid my bra straps off my shoulders and rubbed my arms. Gwen kept fondling Stephen, and we all watched what we were all doing to each other. Hal peeled my bra off, exposing me to him—and to Stephen and Gwen, who couldn’t take their eyes off of us, watching Hal play with my tits, squeezing my nipples and making my pussy wet in the process. I leaned my back into him so he could watch himself play with my tits. He removed his hands from my breasts long enough to lick his fingers, so that when he squeezed my nipples again, they were wet with his saliva.
Gwen unzipped Stephen’s jeans and gasped when she saw the size of his hard-on. She obviously couldn’t wait to suck on it, and quickly put her mouth around it. I felt my clit swell up while I watched my best friend blow my husband. She was on her knees between his legs, sucking away, when Hal observed that his wife had the right idea, then got up off the couch and knelt on the floor in front of me.
“I’ve been dying to taste your pussy for a long time, Rachel,” he said, pushing my skirt up and revealing my sheer panties. While he spread my legs, he leaned in and tongued my clit through my panties. I slid them off so he could have full access. My legs were spread and I was propped up on my elbows so I could watch everything he did to my pussy. He licked every inch of it and lapped up all of my juice as he inserted two fingers in me.
“I have a better idea,” I said, and reached for my purse on the couch. I pulled my vibrator out and handed it to Hal, begging him to fuck me with it. I looked over at Stephen being deep-throated by Gwen. I thought he would explode on the spot! I thought I would too, really. I was so turned on watching them while having Hal’s tongue work my pussy over that I knew I’d come as soon as my vibrator was inside me.
Hal raised the vibe to my mouth and slid it past my lips so I could suck on it to lube it up for my pussy. Not just Hal but my husband watched me blow my vibrator! It felt amazing to be able to give him a show like this. Hal pulled the vibrator out of my mouth and inserted it in my pussy and then started fucking me with it. My pussy swallowed the entire eight inches, and he fucked me with it until I came.
“I’m next,” Hal said, sliding me off the couch so I was straddling him and sliding down on his fire pole. I fucked him with Stephen watching. Gwen stopped blowing him long enough to get on top of him backwards, so both of them could watch Hal and me fuck. While I rode his cock, he grabbed my ass, staring at my tits as they bounced up and down in front of him.
Gwen was doing a great job riding my husband. He reached around and rubbed her clit, making her moan louder than anyone else in the room. “I like how you’re fucking my husband,” I said to her.
“And I like watching you fuck mine,” she said.
As I neared climax, I bounced even harder on Hal’s cock. He was telling me how good my pussy felt and how he was going to shoot all his come inside of me. I said, “I want to feel your liquid squirting in my pussy.” Almost immediately he released his load. I collapsed on top of him.
Stephen and Gwen continued their fuckfest. It was an incredible turn-on watching them with each other, especially while he fingered her pussy to orgasm while he was still inside of her. He grabbed onto Gwen’s hips and rammed his cock as hard as he could in her, and drained his load.
All of us lay there drained. I wondered if they were all thinking the same thing I was: when our next holiday getaway would be!—R.P., San Francisco, California