This story ends with a tease. I didn’t deliberately design it to end that way, but the build-up to the darned party at the end got so hot and heavy that I thought adding more stuff to it in the party finale would be way too much. Therefore its unfinished ending… If you want more in a sequel, you have only to ask.

All characters are over 18. In addition to male-female and group action, there’s male-male action at the end. If any of that is not your cup of tea, you’re now forewarned. If you’ve read any of my other stories, you may notice a theme: guys who protest a little too loudly that they’re straight as an arrow sometimes have surprises waiting for them. Say, gay elves suddenly appearing in naughty costumes at a Christmas party…

Don’t get me wrong. We’re not swingers. Nothing like that. We didn’t set out to do any of this stuff, didn’t join any kind of group. Things just… happened. Though that Christmas party went way beyond anything I ever expected to happen, and I’m still trying to figure out what I think about what went down then…

This is Rod. Rod as in Rod and Julia, not Rod with the big rod. Jesus, some folks need to get their minds out of the gutter! Jules and I are one of the couples to whom all these crazy things just sort of happened. Axel and Kim are the other. We’ve been neighbors for, oh, five years or so. We have always enjoyed the heck out of each other’s company. It all started innocently enough, little get-togethers in each other’s back yards on pretty summer evenings, hamburgers, hot dogs, beer, wine, chips.

A little innocuous flirting back and forth — Kim with me, Axel with Julia, some teasing, some flirting banter. A double entendre there, an insinuation here. Nothing more. Harmless fun.

Then we moved from the back-yard gatherings to what we liked to call “progressive” dinners. We laughed about using that term, mocking the pretensions of some of our more clubby neighbors who throw big, elegant shindigs, moving house to house for lavish aperitifs, hors d’oeuvres, salads, main courses, desserts, postprandials, etc. Jules and I and Kim and Axel would move back and forth between each other’s houses for a meal prepared by the hosting couple for that night, and then to the other couple’s house for after-dinner wine and some relaxed chitchat, with, in time, more of that banter that got sexier as the evening went on.

Pretty soon, “story hour” became a big part of these mock progressive dinners, with each of us expected to tell a hot story from our past or about our spouse. The gals inaugurated that tradition. As I look back, Axel and I should have seen what was happening way before that damned Christmas party. Jules and Kim were always coming up with new ideas to spice up our get-togethers. We guys, we just went along, let our hard dicks do the talking and thinking for us, not paying attention to how the gals kept upping the ante, making the odds higher with each new suggestion. We were like the proverbial rabbits in the headlights, taken totally unaware, cocks out and swinging in the wind before we knew what had come down the road and hit us.

Jules started the first story hour by telling us about her ex Tony and the months she spent living with him. This was before she and I met, and she had told me all about those months, doling out juicy tidbits to keep me rock hard when we fucked, raring to work her juicy pussy for all it was worth. I loved hearing about how he rammed his big cock into her slutty cunt, as she liked to call it when she told me these stories as she rode my throbbing rod for all she was worth, telling me how much it turned her on to see a shiny thick cock, Tony’s back then and mine now, thrusting in and out of her hot pussy.

Her time with Tony was all about the sex, she said. She was in college, living on her own away from parental restrictions for the first time in her life, and Tony swept her off her feet at a fraternity party he had crashed one night. He was there for the beer and booze and — this was obvious to anyone with eyes to see — the pussy. Being from a restrictive religious family she wanted to break free from, Jules was a sitting duck for a bad boy, and Tony fit the bill to a T. Hunky and ripped from the construction work he did, smoldering dark Italian eyes, a sexy seductive grin, and, she’d soon find out, a thick 8-inch hard cock that never got tired when it was doing its thing inside a hot wet pussy.

Jules fell and fell hard, and before she knew it, she had moved into the bachelor pad Tony shared with his construction worker buddy, Smit, and she and Tony were going at it hot and heavy every hour of the day and night, anywhere they could find to fuck when Smit wasn’t in sight, though they were pretty sure he got an earful in his bedroom.

“So that was my education,” Jules said as she wound up that story that got the story hour tradition going for our dinners with Axel and Kim. “That was my erotic education. I hardly knew I had a pussy, Atalar Escort let alone what I could do with it or the pleasure it could give me or someone else, until I met Tony and he taught me. And what a teacher that hot stud was! The man could eat me to orgasm after orgasm, then fuck for hours before he came, giving me more orgasms as he fucked me and worked my clit. And that was just round one with more to come.”

Well. It was one thing to hear those stories from my prim and proper suburban wife in the privacy of our bedroom, but right out in the open, with all this dirty talk and an after-dinner glass of wine with Axel and Kim on the couch across the room? Wow. These couples’ nights seemed about to get very interesting, I thought to myself as Jules finished her story and I saw Axel pull his wet fingers out from under Kim’s skirt and grin at us with a bit of embarrassment before he picked up his glass of wine and offered a toast: “To hot times remembered and hot times to come.”

“To hot times remembered and hot times to come,” we replied, draining our glasses.

That started it all. That’s what “just happened” to start the next stage of our get-togethers, when some hot talk over glasses of wine started leading to hot action.

After Jules broke the ice with that first story hour, what happened next was, one evening she and Kim proposed a show-and-tell session to go with the story of the evening. Kim and Axel would act out the hot story he told that evening about his first time, how he got up under the skirt of his girlfriend Bev one night when they were fooling around on a love seat in her living room with her parents in bed upstairs, and then he fucked her on that love seat. Before we knew what was happening, Axel had Kim with her sweater pulled up so he could reach her tits, her panties down and skirt pulled up, her sitting on the edge of the couch and his hard dick thrusting away inside her as she moaned and begged him to fuck her harder.

Kim was a screamer, Jules and I found out that night. She went wild having a hard cock pounding her pussy. She’d meet Axel stroke for stroke, so that he’d go to the hilt again and again in her hungry tunnel while his balls slapped against her ass. It was like she wanted to bury the whole thing, hard shaft and big balls, in that needy pussy of hers.

I don’t know about Jules, but this was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and no way could I sit there and watch Axel and Kim fucking in our living room without getting my own cock out and whispering to Jules to help me with it. Since it was the Axel and Kim show, Jules and I didn’t fuck. We watched. But as we watched, I played with her steamy pussy hot and heavy and she jacked my throbbing cock, and just as Axel pulled his big dick out of Kim’s pussy and shot all over her tits — something he said he had done when he fucked Bev, since she wasn’t on the pill and they didn’t use a rubber — I shot a big load that dripped down all over Jules’ hand.

So that’s how things went on a few evenings more when we had our get-togethers. The couple who had done a show-and-tell session the previous get-together sat and watched while the other couple put on a hot show fucking. Then pretty soon Kim said to us guys, “Jules and I have been talking and we have an idea. We think it would be fun if we all fucked at the same time. We could watch each other and make horny suggestions to spice things up and make the fucking even hotter. What do you guys think?”

Well, you folks know how that goes. Ask a guy a question about getting a cock and a pussy together, or two cocks and two hot pussies, and you always get the same answer: When do we get started? Hard cocks have a mind of their own. Every time.

But before I tell you what happened after Kim and Jules made that proposal to Axel and me, maybe you’d like to know a little bit more about each of us, since you may be, oh, I don’t know, fiddling a little with yourself as you try to imagine what I’m describing here, and some details might help that process. I’m not going to lie to you: I’m a guy, and my details are going to focus a lot more on Kim and Jules, on tits and pussies and asses, than on dicks. I notice what I notice. That’s just who I am — a guy.

Let’s start with Kim. Tall, thin, red-headed, Irish blood, with that milk-white skin redheads often have. Just touch, say, that amazing round ass of hers, and the skin blooms red like a blossom opening. It’s hot as hell to see. Like a lot of redheads, it’s like she has a fire smoldering inside her, waiting to burn, and touching, kissing, sucking, playing gets it burning quick and hot. The woman loves sex like an addict craves the next fix.

To go with that milk-white skin, she has those nipples like little bunched up pink rosebuds that seem to go with that complexion, perky and always ready to be sucked. Cute small tits to go with cute pert rosebud nipples.

The first time Axel fucked her with Jules and me watching Atalar Escort Bayan the show, we saw that that red hair is sure enough natural, with a neatly trimmed little curly red bush accentuating that hot pussy and making it beg to be fucked. Again like many redheads who turn into balls of fire when they fuck, Kim has a hair-trigger fuse and cums in a flash when her horny clit is licked and teased. The girl goes wild when she gets a hard cock in her hungry cunt, and creams quickly and profusely all over it so that it comes out covered in her girl cum as it thrusts back and forth inside her.

Jules is Kim’s polar opposite in looks. Romanian ancestry for the most part, with a bit of Jewish blood thrown into the mix, she’s dark and intense, with thick wavy black hair and teasing black eyes. The Yiddish word zaftig could have been invented to describe Jules: she’s medium in height and build, curvy everywhere that counts without being even a slight bit overweight. Lush ass, big soft titties that made me think I’d died and gone to heaven the first time I fucked her, with large dark areolas that give her intense pleasure when they’re played with and pulled as she’s riding a big hard pole. She loves being titty-fucked and I love giving her that pleasure anytime she wants it, spraying my hot cum all over those gorgeous nipples and soft titties.

Not much to say about Axel and me. Just guys. Like I’ve said, I don’t pay attention to other guys. Axel says he’s a mix of German and French. He’s got that tall, well-built frame Germans can have, but with the darker coloring you find with some of the French. And, yes, an impressive tool to match his height and large frame. Not that I’ve really been looking, but it leapt out — so to speak –the first time he and Kim put on a fucking show for us and was hard to miss. So to speak. Long, thick, ramrod straight, and the man knows how to use it.

Me? Not much to tell. I’m Heinz-57, compactly built, medium height to match Jules, with a bit of everything including the kitchen sink thrown into my background — some Puerto Rican and African American, a lot of Scottish. I’m pretty average and nondescript, if you want to know the honest truth. You wouldn’t pick me out of a crowd and you certainly wouldn’t think I engage in the kind of activities behind closed doors that Jules and I have gotten up to with Axel and Kim the last few years and at that recent Christmas party. Just a 9-to-5 guy with a boring accountant’s job to match Axel’s boring job managing a tech support company. Kim’s a nurse, by the way, and Jules teaches kindergarten.

That’s us. Not swingers, not that there’s anything in the world wrong with swinging. Just that we didn’t set out to join an organized group of people into swapping partners. We’re just run-of-the-mill young suburban couples who live near each other, have become friends, and happen to like sex. A lot. Nothing unusual in that. It describes 99 percent of young couples, doesn’t it? And it also happens that we’ve discovered we like sex a lot with each other.

Just horny young couples doing what comes naturally when healthy, horny young people get together and swap stories about hot encounters in their past… Consenting adults minding our business and harming nobody; what goes on in the privacy of our homes is our own business, and I’ll bet if you had a telescope and could see through the walls of all the other houses in our neighborhood, you’d find equally interesting activities going on in a lot of them, too.

So back to that suggestion Kim and Jules sprang on us out of the blue after we’d had several show-and-tell story time sessions in which we alternated putting on a show in front of each other: after they said how much fun it might be if we all fucked at the same time, watching each other and making horny suggestions to egg each other on, we realized they weren’t talking about swapping. Not yet.

The gals were proposing that Jules and I fuck at the same time Kim and Axel did, in the same room. And, of course, once Jules and Kim came up with that idea and dangled it in front of us, Axel and I were in. In a New York minute. We were ready to get this show on the road.

That same night was our first night of fucking all together in Axel and Kim’s king-sized bed. I don’t know about Jules — the woman is a dark horse and still drops hot secrets from her past I have never heard before — but this was my first time ever doing anything like this, and I will freely admit, I was trembling with the excitement of what was about to go down when we all stepped out of our clothes and climbed into bed together. I noticed that Axel was as rock hard as I was as Kim and Jules lay down together in the middle of the bed, Axel and I on either side of them, and gave each other a hot kiss — another first for the four of us — and then spread their legs and said, “Boys, you’re not going to keep us waiting, are you?”

That’s all it took to get the show Escort Atalar on the road: with that invitation, Axel and I were down feasting on two wet pussies, our wives’ two wet pussies, in a heartbeat. From the start, these evenings of fucking together were all about friendly rivalry, between Axel and me about which one of us could get his woman off first, between Kim and Jules about which could work their guy up faster to nearly shooting. Like the nights that had preceded this new stage, it was all about the show, but now the show was taking place side by side with both couples involved and lots of hot, horny talk about what was happening, especially among the gals, who had obviously not only dreamed up this whole scenario, but choreographed it and talked about how it would go down, how to make it hotter.

As Axel and I ate our wives out, I sucked Jules’ throbbing clit and she moaned and turned to Kim as she writhed under my tongue and said, “Man knows how to give a horny cunt just what it needs,” and Kim replied, “I wish you could feel how good Axel’s tongue is working me.” Then they kissed as we got their pussies up and running, flowing with sweet girl honey.

Axel and I didn’t talk about it, but we were eyeing each other’s technique and then trying to outdo it, my clit-working skills matching his fingering ones, putting on a show, watching the two gals to see which moaned, shook, and came first, back arching and ass lifting high. Once we’d gotten both gals off multiple times, they nudged our heads away from their overflowing love holes and — in unison: they’d goddamned planned this — they crooked a finger at us and Kim said, Jules smiling and nodding, “Your turn. Why don’t you come up here and let us do something about those aching poles of yours?” They had Axel and me side by side on our knees, with legs over each gal to give them maximum access to our hanging balls and horny cocks, as we held onto the headboard of the bed and got our hard cocks into their mouths.

More rivalry as Jules and Kim tried to outdo each other in dick-sucking, tonguing, jacking, working our big swollen cockheads and long hard shafts. Jules has always excelled at inhaling my whole cock and still managing to tongue the tip while I’m buried in her hot mouth. Kim displayed her skill at using her nimble tongue to tease from taint to tip while slowly, tantalizingly, working her hand around the shaft like a corkscrew, up and down, until she had Axel writhing and begging to cum — which she didn’t allow. Not then.

Before either of us could shoot off, Kim pushed Axel onto his back so that he was lying facing the headboard of the bed while Jules and I remained with our heads next to the headboard. Then — again, they’d choreographed this — Kim buried Axel’s long rod to the hilt in her hot wet pussy, facing Jules and me as she rode him reverse cowgirl, and Jules did the same thing to me. They had chosen reverse cowgirl in reverse-couples position to maximize the show, so that each couple could watch a hard cock plunder a horny pussy and appreciate the technique that cock used to please that pussy.

As I said earlier, Kim creams quickly and profusely, and a big part of the show for Jules and me was seeing Axel’s big dick working in and out of that creamy pussy, coming out with each stroke lathered in girl cum. For Jules and me, the show was all about a technique she uses when she fucks me cowgirl. She knows how to ride me so that she works just the tip of my cock in her pussy opening, teasing it until I can’t take it anymore and I’m ready to shoot off inside her. I’m average, as I’ve told you, and my cock is average, nothing to be ashamed of but nothing to write home about, either, except for one thing: it has a tip that’s like a big swollen plum. More than one woman I’ve fucked tell me they really love the feeling that big swollen plum gives them when it splits their pussy lips open and shoves inside. Jules says she can get off just riding that tip and feeling it work at her pussy opening, stretching it out, giving both of us intense pleasure.

So, yes, you’d better believe Jules and I gave Kim and Axel a show that first night of couple fucking by employing that cockhead teasing technique as Jules rode me reverse cowgirl with Kim and Axel watching while they fucked. And they gave us a show as we watched how wild Axel’s long pussy pleaser made Kim as it moved in and out of her greedy cunt slathered with more and more of her cream on each stroke.

We fucked that first night together until we were all worn out, ending the night with Jules and Kim lying side by side across the high bed, pillows under their asses, pussies pulled up to the side of the bed, wide open so that Axel and I could reach them as we stood side by side fucking them. When we got near the end, we pulled our cocks out almost simultaneously to shoot our big loads on their pussies and tits, as if the evening had been one big competition to see which guy could end up shooting harder, farther, more. How Jules and I found our way back to our own house and bed that first night after we’d worn ourselves out fucking all night with Kim and Axel, I can hardly remember. What I do remember is that my legs were like rubber as we walked back home.