It was the deep winter of 1979 - and winters in Cleveland can be abysmal. And yet, there was a ray of hope, even though the spring flowers were weeks away.
Backgammon was the game of the time, and I was playing by the fireplace against Brenda. Laura, my girlfriend, was a few feet away, moving the stones on the board against Brenda's husband, Jeff. The stakes weren't just a dollar or two, they were much more significant - we were playing strip backgammon.
It wasn't the first time we'd placed such a bet. Just a few weeks before Laura had lost her panties and she'd taken them off briskly, displaying her engaging body not only to me, but to Jeff as well. That was the first time he'd ever seen it, and I remember him licking his lips in the glory. At the same time to keep my attention, Brenda, perhaps eight years older than my thirty years, deftly removed her bra and then her knickers. Of course, Jeff and I were chivalrous and threw off the rest of our clothing. Brenda watched me closely, I didn't notice if Laura inspected Jeff's body for I was distracted.
It was a revelation to me, I was a greenhorn in the area of group sexual sports. I'd met Laura the spring before, a few months after both of our divorces. Other than my wife, I'd had just a few encounters with women. I was the first man Laura had had, save only her husband, and I'd brought her to her first orgasm. We were close, just short of being in love, and although I played the field when I was out of her sight, she told me she was being 'faithful' to me by her own set of morals.
And here, in the glow of the fireplace, was a naked woman I'd never thought was available to me. That first night of strip backgammon, back in the depths of January, the sexual awareness of the foursome was at its peak. Laura cuddled to me, Brenda stroked her husband, facing us. I watched her take her husband's penis into her mouth, a few moments later I laid Laura on her back, pressed my tongue to her clit, she came brusquely. By common assent, the two couples moved a few feet from each other to continue our foreplay. As Laura's tongue tickled my manhood Brenda was on her side, facing us, her husband was toying with her lady parts from behind. I watched her as Laura gave me a blow job, Brenda gazed into my eyes.
A few moments later the two women pushed their lovers onto their backs, climbed over them and the four of us were making love, Laura with me, Brenda with her husband. After a few position changes, and quite a few climaxes from both of the girls, I let loose into Laura's depths, to be followed a few moments later by Jeff erupting into his woman.
Then Laura and I were treated to one of the little-known pleasures of life, the post-coital mingling of spirits. Without clothing themselves, Brenda and Laura fetched coffee and dessert, the four of us sat on the floor, chatting not of sex but just friendly topics. Yet we gazed on the luscious bodies of our partners in crime, pondering ribald reflections.
Lazily the evening came to closure, Laura and I dressed for our escape into the snowy night, Jeff shook my hand, Brenda kissed me intimately on the cheek, and pressed her lingerie clad body into mine. I can't remember who's apartment we went to that night, Laura's or mine, but I have no doubt we hungrily made love again, thinking about the naked couple in our memories.
The next day, Laura and I shyly recalled the evening before, I found Laura was as surprised by the curiosity as I, yet wasn't shocked or dismayed by the episode. She asked me if Brenda's body was more attractive then hers - I denied it honestly - and she admitted she'd enjoyed the sight of Jeff's raging prick, only the third she'd ever seen in action. With that, the incident slipped into the past.
Or so I thought. A few weeks later, Laura informed me Brenda and Jeff had invited us on a long weekend jaunt to Niagara Falls, just three hours distant. I agreed readily, We made plans to meet the Thursday evening before, head to a restaurant, then spend the night at their house before making the drive Friday morning.
We met them, I'm sure, at a café not far from their house for dinner. I thought nothing of it, we'd dined with them a few times before, our palate was enticed with aperitifs and wine. Afterwards we drove to their house, Jeff poured us liqueurs and the two backgammon boards were set up. The fireplace was lit, candles illuminated the scene. I'm sure it was Jeff who suggested, "Usual stakes?" and the bargain was agreed to.
We would play rotating games, first I'd play Brenda, then Laura and Jeff, we'd then repeat. Conversation was light, buoyant, and the rolling of the dice, the clacking of the stones added a sensuous touch. Brenda was the inferior player of the group, her clothing dwindled before the rest of us. She was sitting to my right, playing her husband I believe, when her upper lingerie was forfeit. I remember she turned her back and pleaded for me to unclasp the stays. I looked to Laura for a clue, she smiled permission to me, for the first time I was touching Brenda's unclad skin. She turned to me, kissed me on the cheek, her unclothed breast touched my arm.
We continued to play, somehow Brenda kept her panties on, eventually Jeff lost his underwear. When his erect prick was exposed, by consensus the game came to a halt. Each couple formed, Brenda with Jeff, Laura at my side, foreplay began. Once again I was treated to the sight of lovemaking beginning between the married couple while I was entwined with my girlfriend. Slow moments went by, the sounds of sex filled the room, groans and whines from both women, and by-and-by Laura pulled me on top of her. I'm ashamed to say I was so wound up that I had little control, within a few moments I felt my orgasm force it's way to the acme, I filled Laura's womb with my fluid.
My girlfriend and I rolled into a more comfortable position, my back to the other couple, I coddled her. Moments later I was taken aback to feel a hand on my shoulder. Laura pushed me onto my back, she was in the crook of my right arm, Brenda was to my left. Brenda placed her face to mine, for the first time we kissed passionately. I sensed a hand on my groin, one of the women was filling her palm with my testicles, I wasn't sure which. I turned to Laura, kissed her, then back to Brenda.
Suddenly, Brenda was lying on top of me, her breasts were wedged to my chest, one leg was on each side of me, had I been hard I might have easily penetrated her. Jeff was perhaps ten feet away, observing raptly. Laura was still beside me, I looked to her, she smiled her consent.
I became involved with the wife of my friend, we rolled over, I kissed Brenda's nipples, touched between her legs. There seemed no limits to what Brenda was willing to let me do to her, no curb on her lustful desires for my body. I paid complete attention to her, for a few moments I felt the hands of my girlfriend on my shoulder, my butt. I remember as I had a finger deep inside Brenda, Laura kissed me fervidly.
I went down on Brenda, tasting her juices, arousing her clit, she pressed her hand to my head, pulling my tongue deep into her. She moaned loudly, announcing her first orgasm with me to the witnesses. I concentrated on Brenda, drawing her pleasure out, extending it, and finally she pushed my forehead away. I looked to my right, was flabbergasted to see Laura's rump facing me, it was obvious Jeff's prick was surrounded by her lips. I was a bit shocked; it hadn't hit me that if I was making out with Brenda, Jeff had every right to be sensuous with Laura. I'm sure I pondered the situation for a moment or two - did I want my girlfriend to be intimate with another man?
But just a moment. My hands were full of a willing damsel who was not my girlfriend, and I wished to do despicable things to her. At the same time, I realized Laura was not my wife, might never be, and she had every right to her own desires. I went back to playing with Brenda, completely unconcerned with what adventures were being enacted on the other side of the room. (Well, perhaps I was a bit interested, but only in a lurid way. I wanted Laura to have just as good a time as I had.)
Brenda and I continued our erotic behavior. My prick was swallowed by her, it easily returned to attention as I was still a young man. Eventually, it was agreed between us the time had come for coitus, I believe our first position was a variation of doggy. I felt good, I felt strong, my penis was hard and straight, I gave Brenda every thing she wanted. For a good half hour we rolled in various positions, Brenda roared in appreciation. At the same time I was treated to Laura's groans as Jeff hammered into her, I admit I slowed my own efforts from time to time to observe my girlfriend at work.
Eventually, Brenda had her fill of me, and I was yet to culminate with her. She asked me what I wanted, I suggested missionary, she complied, a throw-pillow beneath her rump. She held me as I thrusted, cooed to me, encouraged me to plant my seed deep inside her, and yet my willie was reluctant to burst. Certainly my orgasm with Laura before was a factor, the various alcoholic drinks I'd imbibed through the evening dulled me, the unique situation I was in seemed a deterrent. I came close, oh so close, but I simply wouldn't get there. Brenda understood my situation, when I slowed she asked, "Are you okay?" I grumbled I was fine, we disconnected.
Laura and Jeff had been finished for some time, while Brenda and I were continuing our exercises they cuddled, chatted and watched the floor show. The four of us arose, Laura came to me, kissed me, we assured ourselves silently that no harm had been done to our relationship. Without dressing, just gathering our clothes, Laura and I walked to the guest room, performed our pre-bed rituals in the bathroom, then fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.
