Go fuck Becca

Once the urgency of my own need was passed, my tunnel-vision cleared a bit and I noticed that Liz was slumped down in the water with a dreamy look on her face, obviously just having had an orgasm of her own, but Jeremy was standing up in the middle of the hot tub just over my left shoulder, dick still hard, grinning and jerking off while he watched his wife suck the cum from my balls.

Liz cuddled up against his side, rubbing a hand across his chest rhythmically.

Perhaps because she saw that Liz wasn’t going to try to reclaim me now that we’d all finished cumming, Becca also cuddled up against my side, resting her head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my midsection. It felt really nice to have her there, so I put one arm around her, letting my hand rest on the curve of her full ass.

The four of us simply relaxed in the water for a while, not saying much and not moving. Becca retrieved her margarita from beside the tub and shared it with me. Seeing that, Liz persuaded Jeremy to retrieve his own drink so they could also share it, even though that meant that he needed to briefly step out of the tub to reach it.

By the time we had finished the two drinks between the four of us, Liz had also persuaded Jeremy to climb onto the edge of the tub so she could suck his dick. Becca asked if I wanted a blowjob, too, but I declined, opting instead to fuck her again in the water. I could get blowjobs anytime I liked, but a chance to slip my dick into that wonderful pussy of hers was a unique gift, and I didn’t plan to miss any opportunity that night.

After Jeremy and I both came in each other’s wives’ mouths, all four of us climbed fully out of the hot tub before our skin wrinkled too much. Becca persuaded me to lie down on a lounge chair on the deck with her, an oversized beach towel wrapped around the both of us. Liz got Jeremy to do the same with her, once she saw us.

While we all relaxed on the Fishers’ backyard deck we chatted idly about nothing in particular, letting the warm summer air and the towels dry us all off. Eventually Jeremy remarked that it was getting pretty late. “In fact … why don’t the two of you just spend the night?” he offered. “It’s after two o’clock already.”

“Is it really?” Liz asked, sounding surprised. “Maybe we’d better.”

I shrugged. “Fine by me,” I agreed.

“Want to go to bed swapped?” Jeremy suggested. “Liz: you can come to bed with me, and you can share the spare room with Becca, Dan.”

“Oh, yes, let’s!” Becca chimed in, giving me a gentle squeeze under our towel.

“Yes!” Liz blurted promptly. “That’s a great idea.”

“Okay, sure,” I shrugged again. “Why not? Sounds fun.”

As it was so late already, we didn’t waste too much time after that: Jeremy showed Liz upstairs to the master bedroom, while Becca ushered me in to the guest bedroom downstairs. It was a small room without much furniture aside from the bed, but that hardly mattered, because as soon as we were inside Becca plastered her naked body against mine and began to kiss me.

We fell down onto the bed and Becca’s hands were immediately all over me. I could hardly keep up as my friend’s wife passionately began to make love to me. As soon as my dick was hard she got it inside her, then began to grind her hips down onto me as she continued locking lips with me like her life depended on it.

Soon enough she had caught me up in the spirit of her passion, and I rolled her over to take the reins for a while, driving my cock down into Becca’s wondrously wet pussy while I held her face in my hands and kissed her with a fervor I hadn’t felt for my own wife in years. I wound up cumming into Becca’s pussy not once, but twice in a row before we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

The last thing that went through my mind as I drifted off was that Tina was going to be so disappointed that I’d broken my promise to fuck her that night.

I woke the next morning to the most wonderful sensation: a warm mouth on my hard cock. I opened my eyes already smiling, but my grin became even wider at the sight that greeted me: a gorgeous, caramel-and-pink pussy hovering just above my face.

I reached up to grip Becca’s ass with both hands, and gently pulled her down so that I could reach the slippery folds of her cunt with my tongue. Eventually, when we’d both began to get really worked up, Becca sat up and moved down so she could straddle my cock and fuck me reverse-cowgirl style instead. I sat up in the Fishers’ guest bed so that I could cup Becca’s large, heavy tits in both hands and kiss her neck while she rode me.

After she came Becca turned around and sucked my dick until I came, too, then we spent a few minutes kissing until my hostess offered to join me for a shower. An offer I gladly accepted, of course.

We walked through the house naked and slick with fluids to their downstairs bathroom, but didn’t see any sign of Jeremy or my wife on the way.

In the shower Becca showed me that she hadn’t had quite enough of me just yet, and rubbed her soapy, curvaceous body up against mine until I got hard enough to fuck her again in the shower stall.

When we finally emerged from the bathroom to join Liz and Jeremy for a light breakfast in the kitchen, it was with fully-sated expressions on both our faces that were obvious enough for Jeremy to remark: “Wow, you two sure look well-fucked this morning!”

I chuckled, a bit embarrassed, but Becca merely gave her husband an unabashed grin, and did a long stretch as she walked to the kitchen table with a bowl of fruit and granola.

I could see that we weren’t the only ones to have got in some satisfying morning sex, either. Even if it wasn’t clear from the red, puffy appearance of my wife’s pussy, the fact that she was humming softly to herself as she idly rubbed a hefty load of cum into the skin of her boobs like lotion gave it away.

After breakfast Liz and I bid farewell to the Fishers and headed out to make the short walk home. I found my shorts and T-shirt before we left, but Liz merely tied her sarong around her waist, not wanting to stain it with the cum that was still drying on her boobs. I was a bit surprised at that: I’d never been able to get her to show that much skin when we were out together, much less walk around in public with a load of my cum on her.

“That was some visit, huh?” I remarked idly as we walked, attempting to test the waters, so to speak, between my wife and I.

“It sure was!” she agreed with unexpected gusto. It was the moist emotion I’d heard in her voice when speaking to me in quite some time. “I had such a great time. We really should try to do it again soon.”

“Sure,” I agreed gamely. I wasn’t about to say so, but I was agreeing more for the chance to fuck my friend’s gorgeous, passionate wife again than to humor my own wife’s wishes.

We walked into our own house, and I turned to look sideways at Liz. “Would you want to … go up to the bedroom and fuck?” I proposed tentatively. I was curious to see how far this new enthusiasm extended with her.

“Um … I would, but I have plans with the girls today,” Liz said. “Maybe later.”

I made my face stony, refusing to show any disappointment at her reaction. “Sure, of course,” I replied. It was clear that my wife’s coldness towards me was undiminished, however much she might’ve been inspired by our night with the Fishers.

Liz quickly got herself cleaned up and dressed, then left the house.