Mandalay is a large city. There was nothing planned for that evening. Our guides said that we would have no problems on the streets, if we wanted to go out, but preferably not alone. Anna and Marie had immediately, and for the others to hear, asked us to accompany them. After dinner, of course, the whole group left the hotel, two of the couples sticking together. The single man ventured out alone, but he seemed street-wise in Asia.
The four of us left the hotel with the others, but with veiled smirks, started a feigned discussion about which way to go, letting the others set off. We walked to the next corner and took a different route, then grinning at each other. We went around the next corner, and the next one. On the way back to the hotel, we passed a shop that sold beer and bought eight bottles. We didn't want to march into the hotel with an obvious supply of beer, but I always had a cloth bag with me on trips, for my guide books, maps, cap, whatever. Six bottles of beer filled it, but the women could fit a bottle in each of their handbags.
Chuckling like teenagers who shouldn't have beer, we returned to the hotel, to their room. Then we were chuckling and smirking about what we knew we all wanted to do, were going to do, quickly starting with our first beers, again sitting facing each other on the beds, this time Randy and I on one. Had we or the women moved to sit that way, maybe to leave open who with whom?
We made small talk about what we had seen that day, but the way they were smiling – maybe smirking slightly – at each other, suggested that they also understood that we were just waiting to finish our beers, and that they they weren't showing any preference. The room staff were going to be surprised that he and I hadn't slept in our rooms, but who with whom in their room?
Did Anna's "not too much one-on-one" suggest that we would change partners every night? That would be fine with me – not just because Marie happened to be smiling at me at that moment.
Randy took another sip from his almost empty bottle, then chuckled and said:
"Oh! I hope we've not been impinging on what you two like to do."
Marie and Anna glanced at each other with grins, chuckling. Then they grinned at us, and Anna replied:
"Not as long as you do what we like to do so good."
We all chuckled, and I replied:
"We try to, ... but as good as you both taste ..."
"You both must like that as much as we do," Randy continued, giving me smirk for my having apparently read his thoughts. They grinned, nodding, glancing at each other again. This time Marie replied:
"Oh, we do, but ..." Anna nodded, interjecting:
"But then what are you going to do?"
"Not that!" I replied, Randy nodding emphatically.
They grinned, also nodding, and Anna replied:
"We didn't think so. Why I asked."
"But if you two want to," Randy remarked: "we don't want to impinge; we know how good you both taste."
"Hm-hmm! And we, how you both do."
We all chuckled and emptied our bottles. When we looked at each other again, Marie asked:
"You just want to watch?"
Anna looked at her with surprised expression. Marie looked at her and shrugged, then murmuring:
"If they want to."
"You want to?" Anna asked.
"If you do? Why not, if they want us to?"
"We do," Randy and I replied, almost in unison.
We all exchanged somewhat wry expressions. Randy and I nodded. They snorted softly, glancing at each other, both shrugging. Then Marie smiled at me and said:
"Sort of like we did yesterday morning; you don't just have to watch."
Anna gave a surprised grin, nodding, and said:
"Oh, like that! Of course, you don't just have to watch, either of you."
I was a little pleased that Randy didn't immediately understand. Maybe he and his wife and whoever else hadn't done what Marie and I had the previous morning. One wasn't likely to do it that way, unless one had spent the night with her, but he must have with his wife. Then he grinned and nodded and said:
"Oh, like that!" and asked them both:
"Why didn't we do that?"
They glanced at each other with smirks, and Marie answered:
"You wanted to do it another way."
Anna nodded, agreeing with grin. Randy shrugged with a nod, then asked:
"All four of us, like that, you two, and with us, like that?"
Anna grinned and replied:
"I think that is what Marie was suggesting."
Marie nodded, looking slightly embarrassed at the clarification of her subtly expressed idea, but then grinning with a better nod. We others nodded, all of us then chuckling, snickering. Marie then murmuring: "We've never done that."
Anna nodded, but was already unbuttoning her blouse with grin, and then we were all taking off our clothes. Naked, we almost rushed to the bathroom: Randy and I at the washbasin, one of them on the toilet, the other one standing on the edge of the shower. We didn't even chuckle as we hurried to take turns washing, but we did, back in the room, watching Anna fling back the bed covers. Marie murmured asked again:
"You really want us to?" but Anna was already lying down with her feet at the head of the bed, grinning and nodding, as she raised her thigh.
That was enough answer for Marie. Was the view of Anna's waiting pussy as enticing as it was for me? She hesitated only moment before joining Anna on the bed, and they curled up together, obviously with long experience, as though they had forgotten that Randy and I were watching. We were, however, our eyes only leaving the delightfully arousing sight of two women beginning to lick each other's pussy to glance at each other with grins, both grinning again, when we saw that we were already holding our cocks.
They must have forgotten us, the way they were humming and chuckling. We couldn't see what their tongues were doing, but it occurred to me that it must be especially good for two women to be able to know exactly how it was feeling for the pussy her tongue was arousing. And it was arousing to watch. Which pussy was I going to fuck? It didn't matter, and it couldn't matter for them. With their faces buried between the other's thighs, they wouldn't know which of our cocks was in them. Randy's wasn't noticeably larger or smaller than mine, now that they were both as stiff as they could be.
Which pussy! Randy Randy wanted to fuck the nearest one, Marie's again, and got on the bed behind her. The movement on the bed stopped their licking for a moment, several moments, until I had gone around the bed and laid down behind Anna. Our cocks slipped between their thighs. I suppose that Marie also helped his find Anna's pussy, like she was helping mine.
Fuck! "Uhmmm!" Mine slipped in, and the movement of his hips and his moan confirmed that his had too! Fucking a woman whose pussy was being licked by a woman, whose pussy was also being licked with a cock in it! This was definitely, absolutely nothing like my honeymoon! We all hummed, chuckling. They could have been having the same thoughts – just not about my honeymoon.
Almost indescribable, arousing pleasure, feeling Anna's tight pussy tightening even more in response to what Marie's tongue was doing, hopefully her pussy also squeezing Randy's in response to what Anna's tongue was doing. They must really love to do it to each other. I knew why, even though I couldn't know how it was feeling for their pussies, like they couldn't know how it felt for our cocks, but their pussies must love to have a cock in them to squeeze. That must be better than just contracting without one, when they did in response to having their clitorises aroused. And they must really know what their tongues were doing on each others.
