Watching Mindy grinding her dripping wet pussy on Bonnie's face, I got harder than I already was from the dual blowjob I had just received. I was ready to slide my throbbing cock into Bonnie, to take her then and there. As mindy's eyes rolled into the back of her head, feeling the release of years of sexual tension with Bonnie, I slowly pushed into Bonnie's waiting lips. Inch by inch, I slowly filled this beautiful woman with my cock as an even more beautiful woman came all over her face. I finally thrust all the way into Bonnie, at the same time, I felt a presence behind me, a sense of eyes staring at Mindy and I fucking this beautiful black woman. A pair of eyes piercing through me with anger over come by lust. A pair of eyes longing but not saying anything. A pair of eyes knowing what was happening was by mutual desire.
As I picked up my pace, grabbing Bonnie's hips, I turn my head to confirm there was in fact someone staring at us. Indeed. there was Eric, all 6foot 200lbs of Eric. The former rugby player from South Africa's athletic build awestruck at what he saw as the three of us fucked. Watching, wanting to say something but knowing that deep down, this is what they wanted and did not want it to stop.
As I broke eye contact with Eric and turned back to focus on Bonnie, I reached to passionately kiss Mindy and almost in unison, Mindy and I tell him to sit down next to us ...
The previous day:
"I can't believe after all these years, we finally ditched our kids" says Bonnie as her and my wife Mindy chat in the back seat of our jeep.
"Some time in the mountains is just what the doctor ordered" responds Mindy.
"Well at least long naps on the hammock," Eric mentions as he and I bob our head to the latest song on the road trip mix we found on our music app.
We had met the Johnsons, an African American family that had moved to the US from Cape Town, South Africa like 5 years ago at Bachata dance lessons. Awkwardly, Eric and I worked hard to pick up the moves that seemed to come way too naturally to Bonnie and Mindy. Despite being decent athletes, it seemed we were dancing with two left feet at first.
As the weeks passed, us guys got halfway descent and were able to have some fun while also entertaining the ladies of the course. Other than Mindy, Bonnie was my favorite dance partner. She was slightly shorter than the long-legged slender woman I called my wife, but had an amazing ass and perky tits.
As I gripped Bonnie's waist and spun her to pumping music in the club during a partner swap dance, I brushed her ass accidentally with my crotch. She paused our dancing and playfully told Eric, who was dancing with Mindy, what had happened. Eric, ever the gentleman, asked me not to flirt with his wife with a sarcastic tone and a desire to get back to dancing with my Mindy.
Bonnie, realizing Eric was nonplussed, decided it was her turn to flirt and as I spun her to grab her waist and sway with her back to me, she grinded her ass into my crotch. Eric and Mindy watched as she rubbed her ass into me in a way that elicited the exact response she was looking for: a hardening cock (maybe two?) and a protective husband.
The song ended and eric quickly took advantage of the instructor telling us to switch partners to get Bonnie away from me. He didn't seem mad, but more tormented.
Mindy, who watched the entire thing came over and pulled me tight. Feeling my still hard cock, "oh, I can see you liked that..." sheepishly I admitted it was really hot and she agreed, kissing me passionately while squeezing my cock in my tightening pants.
Mindy and I had admired Bonnie's ass together from the moment she walked into the club at the start of those dance lessons. Ever since I have know Mindy, she has been very open about her bisexuality. Since we had been married, we have enjoyed sitting in the park and people watching, mostly looking for ladies to admire. over time, she had gotten me to admire some men walking by as well. Mindy loved sex and sexy people and she was building that in me.
As dance class ended, the last of the course, we stayed for open dance and as luck would have it, so had the Johnsons. As the night went on, we got over the "flirting" and found ourselves talking and laughing, with tons in common. Eventually, mindy asked Bonnie to dance to which Bonnie responded "I thought you would never ask."
As Eric and I stood there, enjoying our beers, Mindy led Bonnie in a sensual bachata. Two beautiful ladies flowing with each other. Their hips in unison, their bodies in rhythm, their sex on display.
I took a swig of me beer and casually commented how hot it was watching the two of them dance. Eric, almost without thinking said, "yeah, just like you and Bonnie."
He was a few beers in, so I'm not sure he realized what he said, but I certainly did...
Before I could think of what to say, the song ended, and Bonnie gave Mindy a hug as a thank you for the dance. It was longer than a casual hug, a hug of unspoken sexual energy. A hug that Mindy could not stop talking about on the way home. Well except for when her mouth was full as she gave me road head during the drive. Between car lights going in the opposite direction and sucking, she looked up at me and said, I bet you wish this was Bonnie's mouth. I didn't respond, only pushing the back of her head forcing my cock desperate to cum back into her mouth. But in my head, I certainly did and wondered if Eric did too.
The next day, she was texting with Bonnie. I didn't even know she had gotten her number. We ended up hanging out the following weekend and have been friends ever since.
Over the years we have grown closer, especially the ladies. They shared stories of their personal sex lives; gave steamy romance novel recommendations; made crude allusions to fucking. All jokes, but tension building none the less.
When Mindy told me she had invited the Johnsons on our camping trip, I didn't think much of it. The fact that they finally said yes caught us both by surprise. A few weeks later, we were in our jeep, cruising with the top down and camper in tow behind us.
