My Husband's Old Friends

Two years after dipping our toes into the waters of an open marriage, my husband and I were fully immersed, in the lifestyle.

Meeting other partners, swapping with another couple, had a few threesomes with both men and women, and attended our first swingers party. We always talked about our encounters, and our sex lives with each other were almost unbelievable.

We attended my husbands twenty year high-school reunion in April, where I met

his old classmates, friends, and girlfriends. Mark my husbands former teammate, and my husband's old girlfriend Lillian, who was the homecoming queen, were the two classmates we spent the majority of our time with that night.

Mark was a devilishly handsome, extremely flirtatious, twice divorced high ranking NCO who was now stationed at Ft Jackson only an hour away from our home on Lake Greenwood. The first night we met while we danced, he asked if I would like to sneak away for a while, find a secluded spot, and let him fuck me. Mark was as tall as my husband, with a slender physique, short dark hair, brown eyes and though I was tempted, I turned him down, but just the thought of accepting his blunt invitation had me thinking how much fun we would've had.

Lillian was a long legged blonde, with baby blue eyes, around five-nine, whose

figure hadn't changed, the only difference

being her much fuller, perfect breasts

which caught and held my husbands attention during the night. She was married to an older man, living on the outskirts of Charlotte who she'd met after

college, who chose not to attend her reunion.

Over the next few months we kept in touch, texting, calling, and spent more than a few weekends together welcoming them in our home. Lillian visited us twice, but Mark came a half dozen times. Our children adored them,

my husband and I enjoyed their visits, the sexual tension between Mark increased

as I continued thinking of the night we first met.

The last weekend of July was the beginning of our children's annual week

long adventure with my in-laws, who were picking them up the Wednesday before, to drive to Cape Canaveral to see the Space Shuttle launch and spending the remainder of the time at Disney World.

My husband and I had talked a great deal with both of us admitting, that given the chance, we like to see what might

happen if they visited our home when the children were gone. He knew all about

Marks blunt proposal and had watched the two of us flirting, teasing, each other, the lingering hugs, sultry looks, and body language when the children were out of sight or in bed. He'd told me about catching Lillian coming out of the shower in the guest bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her head, and watching her rub lotion over her naked body, while

smiling at him. My only question was if they still had feelings for each other.

He explained that he still cared for her,

but he was in love with me and me alone,

that he wanted to fuck her silly, telling me

he understood my concerns, and if I thought it'd cause problems he would keep it in his pants, and I could still have as much naughty fun with Mark as I wanted. Our conversation ended and we

made very passionate love that night,

leaving me no doubt about his love and

devotion for me.

I told him the next morning I was taking

two days off prior to the weekend we'd discussed, suggesting that he do the same. I called Lillian and Mark the same day asking them to join us for a four days

of boating, swimming, drinking, dining, and an evening of fun at our favorite bar.

Before the sun went down they'd both accepted my invitation letting me know when they would be there. With our days

off approved, I spent my time off cleaning house, ordered a meat and cheese tray, a vegetable tray, made sure the children were packed and ready for their trip.

My husband made sure the liquor cabinet was well stocked, trimmed hedges, mowed grass, serviced our pontoon boat,

and power washed the wooden chairs on the dock. Wednesday afternoon we told our children goodbye, ate supper, and went to bed.

The next morning by eleven o'clock Lillian and I were slathered in oil laying out on our dock, while Mark and my husband along with our Chocolate lab swam and played. By one thirty none of us were feeling any pain, relaxing, listening to a Marshall Tucker CD. I'd turned over on my stomach, untied the strings of my top and Mark flopped down beside my chair to put oil on my back.

As he was rubbing my back and legs he

made a few comments about the rather

skimpy bikini I had on, saying it fit me perfectly, I dropped my hand from the chair touching his thigh, squeezed his

muscular leg, and ran my fingers across

the ever present outline of his cock and

balls smiling as I felt his erection beginning to grow, telling him he had very strong hands. He continued massaging back, scooting a little closer

letting me slip my hand up the loose fitting leg of his shorts where I fondled his clean shaven scrotum, before wrapping my hand around his stiffness and started stroking. He told me to please continue

that my husband and Lillian were on the boat trying to decide which CD to play next and put his hand between my legs rubbing my pussy with his fingers. I looked over my shoulder to see where

Lillian and my husband were, when I heard the CD player come on, seeing them dancing to a Journey song, with her arms around his neck, and his large hands holding onto her hips, pulling tightly against him. I looked over my other shoulder at Mark reminding him of th

e proposal he'd made on the dance floor at the reunion, telling him if he was still interested, I give him all the pussy he wanted squeezing his rock hard cock to let him know I was serious. He pushed the crotch of my bikini aside shoved his finger inside my naughty wet pussy, withdrawing his finger immediately, sucked it clean and said he was ready whenever I was, tieing my bikini top in a

bow and helped me get out of my chair.

I raised my voice loud enough for my husband and Lillian to hear over the music telling them we were going back to the house for a while, and walked away holding Marks hand before they replied.

My bikini top got left on the deck rail,

My bottoms and Mark's shorts were in a pile on the floor between the laundry room and kitchen with me laying on the center island my knees across his shoulders while Mark was tongue and finger fucking me to my third or fourth

orgasm, by the time Lillian and my husband decided to come inside.

Lillian giggled telling my husband this was just like old times walked up to me and gave me a very hot intense kiss, squeezing my breasts and told me she'd lost her bikini somewhere between the dock and house, told my husband to have a seat on the counter so he could watch

me and Mark while she sucked his big dick.

It was close to two thirty in the afternoon

a little four hours after they're arrival and

the four of us were in my kitchen wearing nothing but smiles, still covered in oil,

having a great time. Mark pulled me to the edge of the counter, standing between my thighs, holding his cock rubbing the engorged head from my clit

to the dripping wet entrance of my pussy

making me squeal in pleasure, telling me

he was going to fuck me right in front of my husband, before he slowly pushed his

seven inch shaft inside me and started thrusting, his cock felt so smooth, as we fucked, I held onto his arms, our hips smacking together in a slow, steady rhythm, that was driving me crazy, telling him to fuck me harder. He maintained his slow, steady rhythm, but pulled me into his body thrusting harder. He leaned down sucked one of my nipples into his

mouth and gently bit it, rolling it between his teeth making me climax immediately,

and told me how hot and sweet my pussy

was, pushed me back on the center island crawled up with me and started thrusting hard and fast, biting my nipples

again, making my orgasms come back to back, and groaned loudly as he filled my pussy with his hot, thick, semen, with extremely powerful spirts. Kneeling between my legs pulling me up for a long, hard feverish kiss.

I finally glanced at my husband, who

was still sitting on the counter beside the sink with Lillian riding his long, thick cock

facing Mark and I, my husbands hands squeezing her round beautiful breasts, pulling at her nipples. When he told her he was going to cum, she hopped off his lap engulfed his entire cock and swallowed every hot, thick, salty drop, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and kissed him deeply, stroking his

still erect shaft.

The odor of tanning oil, cocoa butter and

sex permeated the room, the marble tops of the counter and center island were slippery, cool. I could feel Mark's semen

oozing out of me as I watched Lillian milking the last few drops from my husband's cock and lick her hand clean,

while she smiled at me saying he tasted

just as good as she remembered, and

thought this was a great way to start our

long weekend. She released my husband

stepped over to me, gave me a quick kiss and ran out the door saying she'd be right back, ran across the yard to the dock

gathering up our towels, her bikini, waved

at two older gentlemen who were passing by in their boat and ran back to the house, grabbing my top from the rail of the deck before coming back inside telling us the two guys in the boat seemed very happy to see her. Threw a towel to Mark and draped another across my husbands erect cock.

Mark had pulled back to the edge of the island and started licking my pussy again

slurping up the combination of our secretions loudly into his mouth with his soft, thick talented tongue giving me another beautiful orgasm, before we joined Lillian and my husband in the Den.

Where at Lillians request I straddled Mark's lap facing her, so she could kiss

me, fondle,pinch, and suck my breasts, while she fingered my pussy and played with Mark's cock at the same time, my head spinning from the attention I was receiving, my orgasms so close together

that it felt as if I was having one very pleasing prolonged climax. My husband

was staying busy capturing the entire tawdry encounter on our digital video camera, playing director, telling the three of us what to do next, until Mark was unable to hold back anymore, and stood

up to jack off in my mouth, his hot seed

thick, salty and sweet.

After catching our breath for a moment,

Mark took over as director and camera man, while I thoroughly enjoyed taking Lillians place, playing with her shapely

firm breasts, rubbing her sensitive clit,

fingering her and licking my husbands cock as they fucked, following Mark's directions, getting several mouthfuls of Lillians sweet juices, and an up close look at my husbands huge cock as it slid in and out of Lillians pretty pink pussy, watching his semen well up his shaft

before he filled her pussy with his thick,

milky hot seed.

While the guys made use of the showers

Lillian and I bathed together in my garden tub, talking for the better part of an hour, where she told me about her breast enhancement, and countless hours with her personal trainer who was a very handsome man that was also openly gay.

We joined Mark and my husband on the deck wearing nothing but our robes, had a drink while the steaks were being grilled, and the potatoes baked, ate supper, had a few more drinks, listened to a few songs and curled up on separate couches to watch the home movie made earlier, and ended up fucking until one in the morning.

Friday we spent the majority of our time on our pontoon boat, got caught sunbathing topless by the Sherriffs patrol

while cruising the lake, got back to the house just before a pretty nasty thunderstorm, Mark and I showered together while Lillian and my husband took theirs in our master bath. We ate

from the meat, cheese, and vegetable trays while Mark introduced us to a Greek

liquor called Ouzo, which was very strong, but tasted like licorice. We spent the remainder of the night in separate rooms, Mark and I in the guest room,

while Lillian and my husband stayed in the master bedroom, waking the next morning a bit hung over, after an exciting night of sexual exploration.

The guys ran six miles, while Lillian and I cleaned the kitchen and fixed breakfast,

talking candidly about their past, the events of the past two days and made plans for the day. The guys got back home, showered had breakfast and a pot of coffee. Our day on the dock ended due to another torrential down pour around two that afternoon. We changed the bed linens, while Mark and my husband watched the Braves. Lillian and I took that time to become very intimately acquainted after checking out my toy drawer.

Another hot bath, while the men showered, a thirty minute drive to our favorite sports bar, for drinks, dancing, and wings, and a quick trip home for

some outdoor fucking on the deck, and

another awesome orgy in the den. Mark

and I took the master bedroom that night, while Lillian and my husband used the guest room.

Around noon that Sunday Mark and Lillian were packed up and on their way home. The four of us completely spent from three days and nights of rather fantastic sex. My husband and I relaxed on the deck discussing our mini vacation at home. Our little home porn movie was transferred to a CD, erased from the camera and locked in a safe for future viewing and enjoyment.

A year later Mark was transferred to another base, thus ending our sexual adventures with each other. Lillian became a regular guest in our home for the next six years and tapered away to emails, texts or phone calls every once in a while.