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Getting To Know Old Friends

My wife, Andrea, and I had been friends of Bart and Jenny for over twenty years but distance kept us from seeing each other but once every couple of years. This year, we shared with them a condo with ocean views, two bedrooms and a hot tub. Our friends had headed out to watch a movie, so my wife and I shed our clothes in our bedroom and went to the bottom floor to jump into the hot tub. We figured to relax a little bit before playing around on our king sized bed and finishing well before the other two returned.

I sat in the tub with my toes running up and down my wife’s bare pussy, admiring her 36C breasts above the bubbling water and had one very hard erection in anticipation of getting her back upstairs when I heard our friends return way too early. They soon found us, Bart’s eyes widening a bit when he saw Andrea’s bare boobs. She had made no attempt to hide them under the bubbling water.

“Oh, sorry,” he stammered. I told him it was okay and invited the two of them to join us.

“Is that naked or just topless?” Jenny asked. I told her Andrea and I were completely nude but they were free to do what made them comfortable. Bart practically ripped his clothes off and joined us in the tub, sitting across from me where Andrea had been. She had moved so that she would be between me and Bart. Jenny was a lot slower in getting completely undressed but she took the opportunity to do an impromptu strip tease. I had lusted after Jenny since the first time I saw her and enjoyed the show; my cock, thankfully hidden underwater, responded as expected. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, unzipped her skirt, slipped it off, reached behind her and unfastened the bra. She lowered first one strap off a shoulder, then the other one before getting playful with a quick flash of bare boobs and covering them again. Although it was quick, I did note that Jenny’s tits, which I already knew were smaller than those of my wife, had the bonus of larger nipples. I love to suck on long, hard nipples. She turned her back to us, let go of the bra and lowered her panties bending lower and lower still as the panties revealed her nice pussy. Once the panties were completely off, she stood back up and turned back to face us. Her bush was trimmed in the fashion called a runway. She climbed into the tub taking her place across from Andrea. Gazing at her nipples, I asked her if they were erect or not. She smiled, wet a finger and ran the tip of it around each nipple and they responded by getting bigger. I did, too.

Bart looked at my wife and said “You’ve seen ALL of Jenny and me so, to be fair, you need to stand up.” Andrea did not hesitate a bit. She stood and faced Bart as he looked her over from head to where her legs met the water. She turned around to face me, bending over to give me a kiss and, likely quite deliberately, to give Bart a good, close look at her bald pussy from the rear.

“You, too,” Jenny told me. My erection was still present so I was a little reluctant which earned me a splash of water from my wife. I stood and Jenny giggled at my then half-erect cock. Unlike Bart, who had as much fur as a wooly mammoth, I was completely shaved and both he and Jenny commented on this. I told them how we had gotten into the habit of shaving each other years before when my wife had to be shaved for a hysterectomy. While I didn’t need to be shaved, I did at the same time I shaved her before the procedure and we had kept it up ever since.

Andrea told me to fetch two bottles of champagne we had chilling in the kitchen, four glasses, cheese and crackers. Jenny volunteered to help me bring everything and I followed her up the stairs, admiring her firm, round ass the entire way.

In the kitchen, I pulled out two bottles from the ice packed cooler and four champagne glasses from the cupboard. Jenny located a tray and the crackers then she opened the refrigerator and bent low, rummaging for the cheese. Her legs were slightly apart and I had a magnificent view of her back side and pussy. “Ohhh,” escaped my lips and my cock jumped back to attention with just the thought of plunging her depths. I didn’t think Jenny could have heard the sound I let out, but she looked backward and saw me standing there, watching her with my dick providing evidence of my carnal thoughts.

“You should not go back downstairs like that,” she cooed. “We need to take care of it.” She moved to the kitchen table, sat on it and spread her legs. I didn’t need any more encouragement and moved right between them once I had set down the bottles and glasses. She grabbed my cock and guided it into her, letting out a little gasp of pleasure as I entered. I would have loved to have taken the time to explore her body, but we couldn’t dally with our spouses downstairs awaiting our return, so we commenced to fuck as fast as we could. It didn’t take long for either of us and it was a photo-finish with her getting there just two or three strokes before I exploded in her. I had not really expected her to come so quickly but she muffled her cry of ecstasy by kissing me while her hand held my head tight against her lips and my subsequent grunt of release was similarly suppressed.

Jenny used a paper towel to wipe away the evidence of the deed running out of her and down her inner thighs. We grabbed what we had been sent to get and headed back to the hot tub. There had been no calls for us wondering what was taking so long and the explanation for that was evident as we went down the stairs. Bart was sitting on the side of the hot tub and my wife’s head was bobbing up and down as she blew him. His eyes were closed and her back was too us, so I stopped Jenny and we watched until the end.

Andrea pulled her head back soon enough to avoid getting a mouthful of cum. Instead, it spurted over her face, neck and tits. That was when Bart saw us and he chuckled “We’re busted!” Andrea looked over and saw both Jenny and I grinning.

“Nice show,” I commented, “but did you satisfy Andrea, Bart?” He hadn’t, of course. There had only been enough time for the blow job, so I told him he had better get to work. I grabbed a towel for Andrea to clean off the pecker tracks covering her.

“What about you two?” he asked.

“Done, for now,” Jenny said cheerfully without going into details and neither Bart nor Andrea seemed shocked or surprised. “Get going,” she added.

Bart was far from being ready enough to use the tool between his legs, so he and Andrea switched positions and he proceeded to use fingers and tongue to pleasure her. Jenny and I poured champagne, got in the tub and watched Part Two of the show.

Jenny, leaning against me, whispered “Can you believe we are doing this?”

I responded with “I can’t believe we waited this many years to do it!”

It took Bart about five minutes to take care of my wife then the two settled back into the tub, Andrea sitting on Bart’s lap, her arm around him and his hands playing with her boobs. We sat, downed both bottles of champagne, ate all the cheese and crackers while talking about our sexual likes and dislikes. The first list was a lot longer than the second one, we discovered, when Bart suddenly asked me “Why in hell are you shaved?

Andrea answered for me. “Do you know the joke ‘How do you get rid of unwanted pubic hair?’”

Bart shook his head and she continued with the punch line, “Spit it out.” We all laughed but the joke struck home to Jenny.

“Bart, YOU should shave!”

Andrea promptly volunteered to do the shaving. Bart’s face wrinkled in concern and I told him he need not worry as Andrea is an expert at the process and I offered myself as proof that there would be nothing cut that shouldn’t be cut. Jenny proceeded to give my cock and scrotum a thorough examination to confirm the truth of the statement. Her less than clinical approach involved some stroking and licking which started to produce results but that was interrupted when Bart gave his assent to being shaved.

We got out of the tub, dried off and headed to one of the bedrooms. Andrea went off and collected everything she would need and Bart lay down to one side of the king sized bed. I sat on the bed on the other side, facing the head board and Jenny sat in front of me, my legs wrapped around her. My hands began the exploration that time had not permitted earlier.

Andrea soon returned with a tray carrying a bowl of hot water, a washcloth, shaving cream, skin lotion, electric razor for the heavy cutting and a straight razor for the lighter, but close in work. She set the tray between Bart and his wife and commenced to work.

I knew what was coming and didn’t bother telling Bart and Jenny. They would find out soon enough. With Andrea and me, shaving is a ritual that precedes some serious fucking.

Bart was quite nervous when Andrea started and probably never relaxed completely as he did not get hard. Once Andrea was done with removing all the hair (Bart had elected to go completely bald), she applied lotion to his scrotum and penis. His limp condition changed soon as Andrea stroked it, bent over to kiss and lick it then stroked it some more. Bart stiffened quickly which only encouraged my wife to give his cock more attention when Jenny stated “You want to ride that, don’t you?”

Andrea looked at Jenny and me. “Can I?” as if there were some doubt.

“Go for it!” Jenny told her as I nodded my agreement.

Andrea got on the bed, swung one leg over Bart, reached behind her, took his rigid cock in her hand and slowly lowered herself on him. Jenny moved away from me to the head of the bed and turned around. From there, she would have a good view of my wife on her man. I moved, too, sitting on the bed behind Jenney, continuing to finger her cunt and run my hands over her breasts with their hard nipples. Andrea sighed she eased herself onto Bart’s cock. Once he was fully inside her, she sat upright and rocked her hips forwards and backwards, occasionally looking at Jenny and me as we watched her fuck Jenny’s husband.

Andrea changed her position a bit, placing one foot on the floor and the other flat on the bed. This allowed her to pump Bart’s cock a lot faster and harder. She looked up at me and asked “Is that a good view? Do you like watching me ride Bart’s cock? He’s so hard. It feels so very good.” I only nodded, my own hard cock wanting some attention of its own.

Bart was almost grimacing as she worked on him but resistance was futile and his release soon followed. White cum appeared on his shaft as Andrea, not yet done with him, kept going until she, too, climaxed calling out “Oh, God! Yes! Yes!” She rolled off him and sprawled at the foot of the bed.

“Our turn, sport,” Jenny said, leaning her head back.

I got up from behind Jenny and she lay down on her back. Andrea made room for me at the foot of the bed as I crawled up towards Jenny, kissing and licking her calves and thighs on my way to get a taste of her. Once in place with my tongue twirling on her clitoris and with her squirming beneath me, I reached up for those hard nipples once more, tweaking them while I enjoyed eating her. She had already been quite wet but my attention produced enough of a flood for me to feel her juices running down my chin.

“Get up here,” she whispered. I kissed and licked my way up her abdomen and stomach stopping when I got to her breasts. I took each nipple in my mouth several times while I moved the lower part of my body into place. No guidance was needed this time as her dampness made penetration very easy. I began moving in and out of her quite slowly, left the breasts and moved my face to hers. Cleaving to one another, her breasts pressed hard against my chest, we kissed deeply as I continued fucking her slowly. She began pushing back, signaling me to go faster.

I moved to my knees, lifting Jenny’s ass to rest on my thighs. She put her feet flat on the mattress. The view was great with her lower body higher than her head, her tits bouncing when I pumped hard and fast. She lasted a lot longer than she had in the kitchen but still beat me to the finish line by a good margin with moans of pleasure as she came. It took another dozen thrusts for me to release my load then I sat back on my heels. Jenny lay in front of me, smiling at Bart. Andrea moved up behind me, massaged my neck and whispered “You like that?” Of course I did.

The four of us lay on the bed, the wives in the middle facing each other, the men on the outside. I rubbed Jenny’s breasts, belly and groin while nuzzling her neck as we talked a little but, content and spent, I soon dozed off.

At one point in the night, I woke. In the dim light, I could see Jenny’s face and the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. Beyond her and slightly higher was a slowly moving shadow which I soon realized was Bart, tapping my wife once more. Unlike the hard, fast action that he had been subjected to earlier, he was going slow and easy, likely out of consideration for those in bed sleeping. I couldn’t see my wife but it was not long before I could hear her trying to suppress her moans. I waited until she reached orgasm and she let out a long, low, barely audible moan. I rolled over and went back to sleep but not before wondering what would happen the next day, our last full day on the trip.

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