Having Friends Over (piss)

I hear the chime of our doorbell from my office and reflexively check the security camera on my phone, even though we're expecting company. Indeed, I see John and Sara are on the porch with Sara's tongue jammed in John's mouth and John's hand clearly working Sara's slit below her lifted skirt. I yell down the hall to my wife, Eliza. "John and Sara are starting without us, as usual." I get a knowing laugh in response. We've landed at their front door with my cum running down Eliza's thighs more than once. I meet her coming out of the kitchen and she leads the way to the front door, both of us completely naked.

We swing the door wide and greet our friends loudly, startling them just a bit, as intended. "Welcome, welcome!" They spend a second looking slightly embarassed. Not at the triviality of our catching them about to fuck against our front door, but at the tiny faux pax of not being ready to greet us back. The silly moment passes and they step through into our living room. Eliza, ready to play the gracious hostess, grabs John's straining bulge through his pants and tilts up to give him a warm kiss with parted lips as I close the door behind our favorite couple. As I turn back around, I see Sara smiling as my wife and her boyfriend make out. "Sara, you're looking stunning!" I say as I run my hands up both her thighs, lifting her skirt as they rise to her hips. Her vulva is hairless but for a perfectly equilateral triangle pointing at her clit. I've always liked her full inner lips that stand in contrast to my own wife's barely visible ones.

Eliza breaks off her kiss with John. "So what can we get you guys? Drinks? Would you like some head?", we offer the standard host amenities. "Oral would be fantastic!" Sara replies as John nods along. "I'd love some homebrew too", he chimes in. Eliza beams - she loves serving party drinks. They lead themselves over to the sitting area without further ado, having been over so many times before that our place is basically a second home to them. John drops his clothes in a pile before plopping down in one of the nice big chairs facing the couch. Eliza tosses her top and bra onto the same pile and sits on the couch facing her boyfriend in just her skirt. Current women's clothing trends call for short skirts and lace bras with an optional top for weather or taste. Panties are only worn for kinky effect and almost qualify as fetish gear. Sara slides her hips forward causing her tiny skirt ride all the way up over her spread legs as I sit down next to her. It would be rude to get too involved with Eliza out of the room, so I politely fondle Sara's pussy while she does the same with my balls. John idly strokes himself while the three of us talk about the small events of the week.

Eliza returns carrying a tray with cocktail glasses and a tall decanter of coral colored water on it. After setting the tray down on the coffee table she pours herself a glass of the coral liquid and drinks it in two swift gulps. Next, she picks up one glass and sets her foot on the edge of the table, leg raised, facing her perfectly hairless pussy towards all of us. Spreading her lips apart with one hand and holding the glass beneath her opening with the other, she releases a graceful stream of colorless urine into the glass. As she pours the drink, Eliza tells us "I'm trying out a new recipe today! I hope you all like it - it's rose, orange, and honey, I've been keeping it up all day." She's glowing, face painted with a earnest smile. When the glass is full, she hands it to John and starts another. John sips the drink thoughtfully, like he's tasting an expensive wine. In fact, the wine industry has been on hard times with the rise of the "homebrew" trend. Eliza's very into it - there's even a glossy book of recipes on the coffee table next to the tray.

"This is delicious, Eliza! I'm definitely getting a sweet floral vibe." He passes the glass over to Sara, who takes a small sip and agrees enthusiastically. Eliza finishes the second glass and I lean forward to take it from her, running my tongue over her pussy to catch any stray drops at the same time. I take a drink as she turns to John and drops to her knees to continue the duties of a dutiful hostess. Her piss is lovely tonight. I waited all day to try it so she could have her big moment. "Sorry to keep you waiting, John!" Eliza chatters as she takes her position between his legs in front of the chair, hands already running over his cock and balls. Moments later her nose is nestled into his groin as she takes him all the way into her throat.

For a moment the sight of my wife masterfully blowing my friend entrances me until a shift in Sara's grip causes me to remember our other guest to my shame. I turn to see her grinning at me. "They do look great together" she says quietly. She looks great too, I think to myself. Sara's breasts are larger and hang lower than my wife's firmer but smaller tits. Both of them have perfectly proportioned pink nipples, but Sara's are puffy candies to my wife's firm buttons. I do my admiring as I slide over to the floor in front of her and then my face is full of her lightly scented pussy. Both Eliza and I know what we're doing and before long we have John grunting and Sara moaning almost in time with each other. I'm working Sara's g-spot with two fingers while sucking hard on her clit. Meanwhile, Eliza has John's prick head nestled in her esophagus while she licks around his shaft and works a finger into his ass. Both of them come at the same time, Sara grinding her clit into my nose while Eliza is carefully catching John's load with her lips wrapped just over the ridge of his head.

I sit back to catch a breath as Eliza gets up and walks over to the couch, her cheeks bulging. One leg at a time she straddles Sara's hips and crouches over to kiss her with a mouth full of John's jizz. It would be rude of her as hostess to swallow John's load all by herself. I stroke my raging erection as Eliza and Sara clearly move John's load back and forth with friendly tongues. Eventually, Sara pushes away from Eliza and swallows her share before insisting "Please, keep the rest for yourself, girl!" Eliza swallows the generous portion she was left holding and gives Sara a quick kiss. "You're too kind, bestie."

After this show I'm in dire need. With all our host duties temporarily discharged, I get up and grab Eliza's hips from behind before she can stand fully upright from Sara's seat. As run my cock between her thighs and along her lips I can tell from the lube oozing over me that she's clearly enjoyed the evening so far as much as I have. Sara is watching us with eagle eyes as John slips around the coffee table and sits next to her. Her hand finds his semirigid prick without looking, as though both were magnetic. As I start to push into Eliza's tight snatch, Sara gets John hard enough to jerk properly. Her hand's strokes unconsciously keeps time with my thrusts into my wife. Eliza is bent over in front of our female guest, propping herself up on the arm of the couch such that Sara and John have an excellent view of her bouncing tits and splayed lips around my cock.

It doesn't take long for me to empty my load into Eliza's depths. Sensing what's coming and seeing that Eliza could use a bit more, Sara reaches out with her other hand and starts working Eliza's clit with rapid, gifted dexterity. Eliza comes easily, having been missing clit stimulation until this point. I drain my balls into her clenching vagina with my arm locked around her hips to keep her from falling away. Sara's guiding Eliza through the aftershocks with soft rubs, so John makes himself useful and grabs a glass off the tray and hands it to me. As I pull out of my wife, I make sure to let my cum flow into the glass. Sara has kept a steady rhythm on John throughout and he's bucking against her talented hand now. Eliza leans against me with closed eyes and flushed face while she waits for gravity to take it's course. Meanwhile, Sara has grabbed the fourth and final glass from the tray and is carefully milking John into it as he has a slightly rushed second cumming. She offers it to Eliza who politely takes a sip before passing it back, promising to share it.

After a few minutes more draining, Eliza takes the glass from my hand and sits down across Sara's lap with it held in front of her. "Try this, he has had such great flavors lately!" Eliza says, tipping the glass toward Sara's face. Sara puts on a fake serious face "We'll share this one too, ok? You're always trying to keep me fatter than you!" Eliza giggles as Sara takes a big drink. I drop into a chair to savor my afterglow and Sara tosses me a thumbs-up as she licks a stray drop of cum off her lower lip. My diet seems to be a hit with all my ladies. John and I sip our homebrew and we sit in companionable silence for a minute while everyone just enjoys the moment.

"So," John throws out into the quiet room, "who's ready for boardgames!" We all laugh and get up to head towards the dining room with our respective drinks.