Chapter 0 - Let’s have playtime in the shower!

“C’mon, Jenny!” I felt a tug on my hand. “Boys are sleeping. Let’s have playtime in the shower.”
I heard a feminine moan beside me. I groaned as my body was pulled into a sitting position. My entire body ached — deliciously. Blinking, I looked up into Christi’s eyes. My lips curled into a grin.
“C’mon sluts!” Her hushed voice was eager with excitement.
I looked over at Felicia, shoving her brown curls away from her face, freezing as she worked at something stuck in her hair.
“Cum,” I giggled. “Christi’s right. We’ll get it all cleaned up in shower playtime!”


Chapter 1 - A Hotwife Beach Orgy ( Jenny)

After two days with Brad and Steven, I’m floating on cloud nine, full of endorphins. I’m a little sore; I have to admit. I don’t think I’ve gone more than four hours without one of their cocks in either my mouth, my pussy, or my ass. It turns out Steven likes anal. Who knew?
It’s Monday, and Steven decides to stay with Brad and me for the week. He said that he needed a vacation. I was thrilled, and Brad smiled and winked at me. Brad loves sharing me with his friend; sometimes, he watches while Steven dominates me physically. This morning, we’re being chill and relaxing in the hot tub.
Brad picks up his phone, looks at the screen, and puts it back down. He’s done that at least three times in the last half hour, so I know something is up. I narrow my eyes at my husband.
“What are you scheming, babe?” I ask, trying to keep it light.
Brad shrugs like it’s nothing.
“Bullshit.” I laugh and lean into his chest to get into his face. I watch his jaw clench as he tries to play it cool, but I know my husband. “You’ve planned something; spill it.”
Steven starts to laugh, so I turn on him. “You’re in on it too, aren’t you? Spill!” I splash water at both of them.
Steven holds up his hands in surrender and shrugs at Brad. “Just tell her. You’re not going to ruin anything.”
Brad laughs. “I like it when she’s like this. Anxious and in the dark. It turns her on.”
“Hey, I’m right here!” I reach and grab both of their cocks through their swim trunks. “I want to know your devious plans.” They’ve been having conversations between the two of them since my first double penetration on Saturday.
It’s infuriating but also hot because it makes me feel like a sex toy. I don’t know why I enjoy it since I’m not a passive flower and usually speak my mind. Outside of hotwife adventures, I plan everything. These past forty-eight hours were the first time I’ve been in hotwife mode for over a few hours. I have to say — I’m always aroused by their banter about what they will do to me next.
I’m in a new bikini since we’re on our screened-in deck, visible from the beachside walkway. I can feel both of their cocks respond to my grip, and I can’t help stroking them to firmness while my pussy starts to pulse with arousal. I tell myself not to get lost in fantasy and look sternly at them. “Just tell me!”
“Okay, fine!” Brad laughs as he leans and cups my breast. My nipple is rock hard, so he pinches softly and rolls it, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I can tell he’s trying to distract me, and it’s working. “Christi and Felicia will be here shortly. Then the rest are coming probably a half hour later.”
I’m speechless in shock. Steven leans over and slides his hand up my thigh and under the edge of my bikini to stroke my pussy under the water. I turn a little sideways to allow Brad to keep working on my nipples while Steven fingers my slutty pussy. Under the water, my pussy isn’t fully slick. But with his fingers stroking steadily, my juices still flow, and I get lost in the sensations and then realize the pair is purposefully distracting me again.
“Wait.” I shake my head. I can’t get sidetracked. “Christi and Felicia? Why Felicia? Is Craig not coming?”
Craig, who I also call Coach, was my first hotwife bull, and he showed me that I enjoyed sex and that fucking Brad’s friends would be good for me and our marriage. After that, Craig met Felicia at the gym. They hit it off, and I’ve not gotten another turn with Craig, but he’s always in my fantasies.
“Craig is driving down with Will and Dylan,” Brad says, pushing my top off my breasts and pinching and twisting my hard nipples.
Steven has two fingers inside me now, and I’m lying across my two lovers. One of my legs rests on the edge of the hot tub, and my thighs are spread wide to let Steven work his magic. My hips are rolling into his slow fingering, and the water in the hot tub is starting to splash over the side. Brad lowers his mouth and sucks hard on my nipple, and I moan at the sensation of my two men pleasuring me as I feel my mind swim in arousal. Dammit, they’re so good at distracting me!
“No. Fuck.” I growl and shift off their laps, standing in the middle of the tub. My bikini top hangs between my breasts, and my bottoms float beside me. I put my hands on my hips and stare at them. “What’s going on? Everyone is coming down here. Are we hosting a fucking orgy? Does Felicia know what she’s getting into?”
Christi has been a friend since college; we were bridesmaids at each other’s weddings. I’d only discovered that she and her husband, Will, were swingers when Christi sat beside Brad and watched Will fuck me before our spouses. I didn’t know how Felicia would feel about me fucking all of Brad’s friends — including her boyfriend.
I am trying to be angry, but my knees are weak from my two lovers’ masterful manipulation of my body. My mind is working to piece together what is about to happen.
I’ve never considered myself bisexual, but since Christi watched Will fuck me, we have kissed and petted a couple of times. Felicia is a willowy yoga instructor; my augmented tits are round, and my physique is more muscular. Felicia’s lithe figure has been in more than one dream since Craig introduced me to her as his girlfriend.
“That’s why she’s driving down with Christi,” Brad says. “So Christi can tell her about swinging and our lifestyle.”
I climb out of the hot tub, and my emotions are swirling. I hear the two men scramble to get out and follow me. I pull off my bikini top as I walk into my room. Guests are coming, and I need to put on something to wear.
“Does she know I fucked Craig?” I ask aloud, knowing that Brad is right behind me. “Does she know what a slut I’ve been for your friends?”
I’m not ashamed about being Brad’s hotwife. Christi knows, and she’s been my confidante as I began this hotwife lifestyle I’m enjoying. Christi is a swinger, and she loves watching Will fuck other women. I wasn’t his first.
Felicia, though. I don’t know why I’m worried about making a good first impression. My mind is going a bit crazy thinking about seeing her naked and getting a hold of Craig’s cock again. I’m flipping through my dresses and bikinis when Brad grabs my arm and twists me to face him.
“Babe, look at me.” Brad’s calm voice always soothes me, but I know I’m freaking out. He looks at me while my eyes dart back and forth, then glances at Steven as Brad tries to calm me down. “I’ve got this. I’ve got your back. It’s going to be okay.”
“But an orgy?” I know I sound whiny when I continue. “It would have been nice to know in advance, babe.”
Brad’s sideways smile makes me giggle, and he hugs me close, kissing my temple, and I relax my naked body into his warm, firm chest.
“You wouldn’t have been able to relax and enjoy the past two days if you knew about this. All the kids are at camp, so this is the perfect time to have one. I know Felicia is a new friend, but you trust Christi, don’t you?”
“I trust you.” I nod into his chest and feel my anxiety fade as I listen to his heartbeat. His cock is stiff, pressing my bare belly through his swim trunks. I grip it through his shorts and squeeze. “I’m nervous about all this, but I trust you. I need to stop worrying. I want you in my mouth.”
Suddenly, I’m wonderfully okay with being distracted by my husband’s stiff cock pressing against me. Brad grabs my hand and pulls me back into the living room. Seeing our large ottoman sitting between two large sofas, my mind goes back to Will fucking me there while I watched Christi watch us. Brad pushes his shorts off and sits at one end of the sofa.
I settle onto the ground between his thighs and suck his cock into my mouth. The feel of his warm, stiff cock filling my mouth makes my mind forget the worry. I suck on his tip, swirling my tongue over his crown. I love to watch Brad’s face while I’m blowing him, and he smiles and combs his fingers through my hair.
I feel fingers grip my ass and realize that Steven is behind me. I rise on my knees and spread my thighs. My body responds to the stimulus as I feel his fingers rubbing my pussy, and my focus narrows to the two men handling me.
I moan into Brad’s cock when I feel Steven’s cock slide through my slick lips, then push back when I sense his tip press into my opening. Fuck, it feels so good when his cock slides deep inside, stretching my tight pussy..
Moaning around Brad’s cock I pull my hands behind my back and use my mouth and neck to suck off my husband. He grabs my head, holding me still, and his hips start to fuck his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. Steven grabs my wrists, keeping them at the base of my spine as his hips punch into me, his firm thighs slapping into my ass.
I thrill at the sensation of being used insistently by these two men. I sink into being a needy slut for the cocks of my two lovers and feel the waves of arousal that make my mind go blank with pleasure.
I feel my body tighten, my orgasm swirling in my core. I want to relax and let it happen, but my lovers hold my body tight. I vaguely hear the chirp of our front door unlocking when I taste Brad’s cum as he starts jetting into my mouth.

Chapter 2 - A Hotwife Beach Orgy (Christi)

I confess my lifestyle to Felicia in my minivan as we drive through Houston on the way to Galveston. I felt the nervous tremor in my core, which I normally felt just before a swinging party. I glance at Felicia to see how she’s responding to the bombshell that I’m a swinger. I tell her about Jenny being Brad’s hotwife and the story of her Valentine’s Day fuck of Craig, her daughter’s soccer coach, which launched her hotwife lifestyle.
Since Craig is also Felicia’s current boyfriend, her wide eyes and open mouth show her shock at the news. Her posture stiffens in the passenger seat, but so do her nipples. They poke against her thin tank top into stiff points, and I can tell she’s aroused at the revelations of our open relationships and swinging lifestyle.
“You watched Jenny fuck your husband?” Felicia echoes what I just told her.
“Yep, and it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Will and I have been swinging for a few years, so I’ve seen him fuck many girls. Jenny, though… Jenny is a special kind of slut.”
Felicia gasps at the casual way I used the word slut. I’ve reclaimed the word from its shameful and derogatory roots. Swingers owned their sexuality, and Jenny is no different. She knows she is a slut. When she isn’t the perfect soccer mom, she loves getting railed by the group of Brad’s friends who have enjoyed her sexy body.
“Relax,” I tell Felicia. “You kind of like the idea of watching other people fuck, don’t you?” I reach over and brush my hand over her nipple.
Felicia’s eyes widen again, but she doesn’t push my hand away. Instead, she relaxes into her seat and releases a soft moan. My eyes narrow, and I feel my lips tighten into a smirk.
“Oh, you like this, don’t you.” I pull my fingers to her nipple and tighten. Her sweet, little moan makes me smirk, and I sense her slight nod. “Good girl. You’re going to love this, then. Just relax. Spread those lovely thighs apart for me, sweet girl.”
I love the thrill of seducing a woman. Usually, I prime Will’s partners at parties with a bit of feminine seduction. I love taking charge and telling my husband and his lovers what I want to see. I am a Domme in some ways and recognize Felicia’s submissive responses.
Felicia nods, looking over at me, her curly hair falling over one eye as her mouth hangs open. Her thighs open wide, and I nod again to encourage her. My hand runs down her flat tummy slowly.
“Pull up your top. I want to see your tits.” My low voice had her pushing her top up above her tits. She isn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts are perfect. Small and pert, rosy nipples hard and as big as raspberries — fucking mouthwatering. I turn back to watch the road. Traffic is light, but I need to concentrate.
“Good girl,” I praise again, and I feel her body shudder as my fingers slide over her pussy. My fingers press the heat and moisture that seeps from her pussy and through her yoga shorts. “Play with your breasts and pinch your nipples.”
Felicia complies again without a word, and I know she will be fun this week. I don’t often talk with Craig, but the short conversation I’d had with him before I picked up Felicia told me he thought she’d enjoy the orgy Brad had planned. I look at Felicia with her eyes closed as her fingers pinch and roll her nipples. I slide my hand up, then under the waist of her shorts. I feel her wetness as my fingers slide over her smooth, waxed pussy.
“What’s in that slutty mind of yours, Felicia?” I ask her. I use the word again because she cannot hide how her body responds to my dominant commands or her ramped-up arousal.
“Jenny, Brad.” Felicia moans between names, listing off my husband as well. “All of us. Touching. Kissing…”
“Fucking,” I growl, and she whimpers and nods. I feel her pussy tighten around my fingers as I push inside. One hand on the wheel and two fingers in my friend’s slick pussy.
“Yessss.” Felicia’s moan accompanies a flex of her hips into my stroking fingers.
I pull my fingers out and suck her juices off the tips. Felicia looks over at me, her eyes wide and pleading. I slap at her hands, pulling them off her nipples. We’re getting close, and I want her horny and needy.
“Hands off now.” I lower my voice. “No more touching yourself until someone else touches you.”
Her hands drop to her sides, making little fists as she fights her arousal. Her nipples are so hard I have to look away as thoughts of sucking on them distract me.
We sit silently as we enter Galveston and drive through the busy town. Felicia still has her top up and tits out, even as we pass by streams of pedestrians. Her eyes are closed, and by her shallow breaths, I figure she’s exploring a fantasy in her mind, completely unaware of her exhibitionism. I grin as I turn into Brad’s beach house garage. I remember pulling up with Jenny completely naked, spread wide, her pussy dripping with need just before Will and I took her upstairs.
“Strip,” I tell Felicia, and she blinks her eyes and looks around wildly. “Don’t think, just strip. You’re walking in there naked and ready. No turning back, okay?”
Felicia nods and pulls her top over her head. She is still lost in her fantasies as she mindlessly follows my commands. I get out of my minivan and walk around to open her door as she shucks off her shorts.
“Up those steps.” I point, then follow behind her. Walking behind her naked body, I feel overdressed in a tennis skirt, thin panties, a tank top, and a sports bra. I watch her firm ass move as she climbs the steps.
Felicia reaches the top and stops. I lean and press the code into the door lock and hear it click open. I wink and push the door open, leaving her behind me. I can feel her following, naked and aroused.
“Oh fuck! I’m going to come,” Steven roars as we enter.
We’re confronted with the sight of Jenny on her knees, sucking Brad’s cock like a champ, while Steven is bucking his hips. I watch Jenny tremble as she takes his hot load as we enter the beach house.
I start clapping in appreciation. “They’ve already started,” I say to Felicia. “I told you this would be an epic fuck fest.”
I start stripping, tossing my top, and releasing my bra. My heavy breasts usually need support, but I’m flinging my bra to the side, eager for someone’s hands on them. I shimmy out of my skirt and underwear.
Felicia stands stunned, watching Jenny as she keeps sucking Brad’s cock, her eyes locked on her husband until I hear Brad groan. I know he’s filling her mouth with the glow in Jenny’s eyes. She savors her husband’s swimmers, then looks up at me.
“You’re here!” Jenny squeals, then looks back and forth at Felicia and me side by side, naked and ready for action. “Both of you!”
Jenny hurries around the sofa toward us, her firm tits bouncing. Steven sits beside Brad, still breathless, and cum oozing from the tips of their cocks. I want to help them, but Jenny’s arms wrap around me.
We kiss deeply, and my arousal fires in my core as our tongues dance together. Jenny smiles as she pulls away from our kiss and turns and hugs Felicia. I watch Jenny’s breasts compress against Felicia’s more petite tits. Felicia looks at me, then at Jenny, looking unsure, but there is a gleam of lust in her eyes.
“I’m glad you’re here, Felicia,” Jenny says with an uncharacteristically shy tremble. “May I kiss you?”
I wrap my hand around Jenny’s waist and pull myself against her back, my breasts pressing into her warm, damp skin. Felicia nods wordlessly. They stare at each other as Jenny leans and kisses her. Felicia kisses back, and their eyes close as they deepen the kiss, tongues sliding between each other’s lips. I watch the action, lust rising as the two run their hands over each other’s naked curves. I cough slightly, needing attention, and Felicia pulls back, blushing. Felicia grins and tilts her head toward me, and we kiss hungrily.
Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss her since before I had my fingers inside her. Kissing her while pressing my core against Jenny’s firm ass, my hand curves around Jenny’s hip and slides over her slick pussy. She moans as she watches Felicia and me tongue wrestle, then moans louder when I circle her stiff clit.
The kiss breaks, and I stare into Felicia’s eyes. Jenny takes our hands and pulls us over to the ottoman, looking at the two men sitting side by side, watching us. I lie back on the ottoman, and Jenny lies down beside me. I cup and squeeze her breasts, pinching her nipples, and moan as Jenny kisses me again. Our hunger for each other ramps as our lips and tongues dance together.
When Jenny moves her mouth to my neck, I look toward Felicia, who is still standing and watching. Brad and Steven rise from the sofa before I can invite her to join us. Their cocks bob stiffly as they move, flanking Felicia’s front and back. I squeeze Jenny’s nipple, and she squeals, pulling from the kiss to look at me, and I nod towards the threesome.
“Mmmm,” Jenny says, smirking as she turns her gaze back to me with lust in her eyes. “Let them play. I want to play with you. Will you let me lick your pussy?”
I laugh. “You know I love getting eaten out, but I want to taste you too.”
We grin at each other, and my insides tighten as a long-held fantasy comes to life. We rearrange ourselves on the ottoman. Jenny lies on her back, and I swing one thigh over her head, lowering my pussy to her lovely face. Her fingers pull my pussy lips apart to run one finger over my clit. I moan as Jenny presses a kiss to my pussy.
I glance back toward Felicia and the two men. Steven is behind her, his cock hard against her ass. Brad is playing with her tits, squeezing her raspberry-sized nipples as Felicia strokes his cock.
It looks like things are going as planned. I lower my head, my hands spreading Jenny’s thighs wider as I stare at the drop of cum seeping from her pussy. I lap at the dollop and moan at the taste of Steven’s tangy cum. I recall him blowing his load inside my friend, and now I’m eager to clean all his cum from her pussy.
I get to work, lapping at her folds and grinding my hips to press my pussy into her lips. We sink into the bliss of our soixante-neuf, and I lose track of what the other three are doing.
Focusing on licking and fingering sweet Jenny’s pussy and sucking the remnants of Steven’s cum, I barely hear the beeps of the door unlocking and opening. I don’t register that my husband, Will, has arrived.

Chapter 3 - Felicia

I love Craig, and our relationship feels natural and strong. We fit together, but Craig’s aura seems off whenever Jenny is around. I understand better after listening to Christi explain her swinging and Jenny’s hotwife lifestyle. Jenny is so sexy and carefree. It’s clear she loves her husband, but I also recall her glance at Craig, blushing more than a few times.
Everything clicks in Christi’s van after hearing her arousing confessions about her lifestyle and Jenny’s adventures. I’m lustful when Christi assumes control of me with her touch and words. I sink into a submissive mindset and feel like a toy as she effortlessly builds my lust. I want to explore my fantasies as her fingers stroke inside me. Frustration fills me when she pulls away, forcing me to cycle on edge. My mind is dizzy with illicit pictures of my muscular boyfriend fucking Jenny’s sexy body. I am hot, my skin flush, and I tremble as the images cycle endlessly. I am slick with need as Christi parks her van.
At Christi’s command, I strip mindlessly, anticipating what may happen. My nerves spark with arousal, and I follow Christi’s direction on autopilot and climb the steps naked. People stream past the beach house, but I’m too dizzy with lust to care. Christi pushes open the door, walking inside like she owns the place. I follow behind her and hear the sounds of three people fucking.
My knees weaken as Steven arches, bucking his hips into Jenny’s firm ass. Her eyes are glazed but focused on Brad as he grips her head and fucks her mouth. I can’t move and can only stare as I feel my pussy drip down my bare thighs. Lost in that kiss, I hear Christi’s cough and pull back.
My eyes shift and focus on Christi, and she’s staring at me with the same lust as when her fingers were inside me. I lean and kiss Christi hungrily, sinking into her soft lips and teasing tongue. Then I feel my hand squeezed, and Jenny pulls Christi and me around the sofa.
I am so close to Brad and Steven, suddenly aware of my nudity as my focus shifts to the men. I feel Jenny and Christi’s presence fade as they lie side by side on the ottoman, and my attention drops to the stiff cocks of the men sitting on the sofa. I feel like a deer frozen by stark white headlights. My pussy clenches when I recognize their hunger as they devour me with their eyes.
This is happening, and I feel like prey.
I lick my lips nervously, wetting them. My mouth feels dry. Brad winks at me as he rises, and Steven stands beside him. I focus on their cocks — slick, stiff, and bouncing as they stalk toward me like I’m their next meal. I feel my pussy clench, my breath shallow with anticipation.
I shiver at their first touch. Steven is behind me, his hands running up and down my sides, pressing his hot shaft against me. It feels slick, and I remember he was balls deep inside Jenny just moments ago. Brad rests his hands on my hips. I focus on his dark eyes as his confident smile comforts my nerves.
“Felicia, I’m glad you’re here,” Brad says. “Are you okay? You can do what you want. No one is going to force you to be in this orgy. Do you want to wait for Craig?”
I feel Steven’s firm body press against me, his cock pressing into my ass. His hands rest on me. Why is he not stroking and petting me?
Brad’s caring expression sinks into me, and I feel safe. I shake my head, then nod. “I don’t want to wait. I want this. I trust you.”
“Good.” His voice is lower, tinged with lust, and suddenly he kisses me.
Brad tightens his fingers into my hips, pulling me against him. My mouth opens, and I moan into Brad’s possessive kiss. I feel Steven move with me, and his hands lift to my breasts. His palms grip my tender skin and pull to pinch my rigid nipples. I shudder and moan as the two men kiss and caress me.
I’m burning with lust as I drop my hand to Brad’s cock, feeling it slick and sticky from Jen’s mouth. I stroke it, feeling it stiffen in my grip. I need something inside me, and Brad senses that. His hand drops to cup my waxed pussy, then slides his finger inside me. My pussy clenches, and I moan at the sensation of Brad’s finger sliding in and out. He adds a second, and I sigh at the stretch I feel as he curls them inside me.
“She’s so fucking tight,” Brad says, and I sense he’s talking to Steven. Steven’s cock throbs against my ass, and Brad’s cock lengthens in my stroking grip.
Fuck, I’ve become a slut so quickly, but it feels so good being naked and touched by the two virile men enjoying my body. I’m proud of my body. I love how I look in the mirror, but the feeling of two sets of hands on me thrills me more than anything I’ve ever felt. Their hands grip me, and I shudder, hearing their feral growls as they devour me, almost feasting on my flesh.
I glance over toward the ottoman and see Christi looking back at me. Her eyes lock with mine, and she winks, then lowers her head between Jenny’s legs, and I moan. I want to feel a woman’s lips on my pussy. My attention snaps back to the men who have me in their grip.
Steven pushes my shoulders forward, and I lean into Brad’s chest. I wriggle my hips against Steven while Brad circles my clit with his thumb, his fingers curling into my G-spot.
“I want to fuck you,” Steven tells me, his breath hot against my ear. “You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, turning my head and craning around. My hand lifts, seeking Steven’s head near my ear. I feel him lean, and my fingers push through his sandy blond hair as our lips meet in a searing kiss.
I feel Steven’s cock between my thighs, and I groan. Brad’s finger slide out of my drenched pussy, then he guides Steven’s cock into my opening. I moan into the kiss as Steven’s cock slides inside me. Brad circles my clit, and I buck my hips forward. Steven grows and pulls my hips back as he thrusts into me. Brad moves his hands to my breasts, gripping and squeezing my pert little breasts. He’s supporting my body as I flex my hips to meet Steven’s strokes.
Brad’s hand moves to my hair, and I feel him press me lower. My fingers curl around his shaft as I stroke his cock, leaning deeper. Steven’s grip on my hips is an anchor as I swirl my tongue around Brad’s cock. My hand grips his root as I suck him into my mouth.
Fuck, I feel like such a slut for these two cocks as I start bobbing in time to Steven’s full strokes. The feel of two cocks inside me melts my mind, and I drift into the sensation of these two men using my body for their pleasure. I barely hear the door beep and open as three more voices erupt into the room filled with the moans of the five of us fucking.
“Dammit, Will! I told you to drive faster.” I think that’s Dylan. I’m too busy sucking Brad’s delicious cock to turn and look.
“Sorry,” Will says, and I hear the sounds of the guys undressing.
Steven keeps fucking me, flexing his hips to punch into my clenching cunt. As the house fills with more voices. I know one of them is my boyfriend, but I can’t turn to look as Brad’s hands grip tightly, holding my head still as he fucks into my drooling mouth. I flush with humiliation momentarily and wonder what Craig must think of me.
A touch of shame doesn’t stop the swirl of passion building in my cunt. Steven grips my hips so hard I think I have bruises as his jerking hips plow his cock into me and push me over the edge. I explode in bliss — my body shakes as I come, gushing around Steven’s cock. I moan around Brad’s throbbing cock while he keeps fucking my face. I’m such a slut, and I love it. I hope I’m making Craig proud.
“You’re so sexy, baby.” I hear Craig’s voice in my ear. I try to smile, but with my mouth full of cock it feels weird. I sense him walking past, and I hear Jenny squeal.
“You’re here!” I can’t see, but I imagine her wrapping her tight body around my muscular boyfriend. I want to watch, so I push lightly on Brad’s hips. He pulls my mouth off his cock, and I glance at him, then over to the ottoman.
Christi is hugging her husband, and Dylan is behind her with his thick cock pressing into Christi’a ass. They’re standing between the ottoman and the other couch, and Craig is holding Jenny tight against his chest. Jenny’s firm thighs wrap around my boyfriend’s hips as they kiss. I know she can feel his thick cock against her, but I don’t feel jealous watching their ardor for each other.
Brad steps back, and I feel Steven pull out and help me stand. I look around, confused. Steven turns me, pushing my thighs against the back of the sofa, and bends me over the back, facing the empty ottoman. Everything feels good again as Steven’s cock slides back inside, and his long powerful thrusts rock me against the sofa’s back.
I hear my loud morn as I push my hips back, loving how Steven fucks me so powerfully. Brad walks around to Coach, and I watch as Jenny pulls her husband into a kiss while still wrapped around my boyfriend. I see the pair laugh, and Jenny nods.
Brad helps her onto the ottoman, and she turns to face me on hands and knees. Our eyes meet, and I try to focus as Steven continues to rail me. I watch Coach move, kneeling behind the sexy blonde. I know I have a front-row seat to my boyfriend fucking his crush, who’s married to another man. A woman I find myself lusting over.
I feel the buzz of excitement and a twinge of humiliation at that feeling. I push it aside and stare at Jenny. Her eyes are wide as she focuses on me. Her satisfied grin buzzes at me as Steven’s driving hips flex my body closer. Then Jenny’s eyes close with bliss when Craig punches his hips forward, and I know her pussy is wrapped around my boyfriend’s cock.
“Oh fuck, yes! Coach! Fuck me, use me,” Jenny calls out as Craig hammers into her harder than he ever fucks me. Her eyes reopen and blaze into mine as I watch her get railed by my formidable boyfriend.
I feel Steven pick up the pace, pounding into me, slamming so deep it hurts with each stroke. That twinge of pain morphs into bliss as Steven dominates my lithe body with his hard rutting. I glance past Jenny’s lust-glazed eyes to look at Craig and realize he’s focus is behind me. He and Steven compete to see who fucks us harder. Jenny gasps, and we lock eyes. Our faces are nearly touching, and I get lost feeling her breath, hearing her moans blending with my pleas. This is better than my fantasies, feeling like a fuck toy for the man fucking me stupid. My brain buzzes in the heady atmosphere of the full-blown orgy I’m a part of, and I add my moans to the chorus of manly grunts and feminine squeals.
My head moves, breaking contact with Jenny’s eyes, and I glance past her to the other sofa. Christi is straddling someone, and I can see his cock sinking into her pussy, as Christi rides his thick member up and down. She’s turned away from me, and my focus drifts to Will’s chest and face. I drop my eyes and watch Christi suck her husband’s cock as he stands beside her. It must be Dylan’s cock that flexes into her pussy. Christi leans to get more of Will’s cock in her mouth, and Dylan holds her still as he jerks his hips into her.
She’s moved enough for me to watch Dylan’s mouth suck her thick nipple hungrily into his mouth. I feel a pang of jealousy — wanting Christi’s nipple in my mouth. I turn back to Jenny’s face and watch it contort with bliss as Craig continues to rail her.
I want to kiss and touch her, but she’s just out of reach. My hands support my torso while I’m a slave to Steven’s cock. I feel a presence beside me, and I look up to see Brad’s lust-filled grin as he strokes his cock right next to my face. I smile and nod at the unspoken question, and then he’s feeding his cock into my eager mouth.
Steven is slapping my ass, going faster. I can hear Jenny’s screaming, knowing she just came on my boyfriend’s cock. I shudder and bathe Steven’s cock in another gush of bliss as I come again.
Sucking Brad desperately, I feel his cock throb, and my mouth fills with the tang of his load. I swallow as I suck, needing all of Brad’s salty cum. Steven slams in deep, and I feel a bloom of heat and the pulsing of his cock as he empties inside me.
I close my eyes as an overwhelming orgasm shoots through me, and I collapse limply over the back of the sofa.
Brad
I flick on the TV that has risen from the floor between the ottoman and the view of the Gulf of Mexico beyond my screened-in porch. Sitting in swim shorts next to Craig and Will, I turn on the game.
Jen, Christi, and Felicia sprawl over the ottoman naked. Their skin glimmers from sweat and other fluids. They are breathing steadily, resting from the intense orgy we’d enjoyed. Dylan and Steven left to get some refreshments and food for dinner.
Craig bumps my side and points to Jenny, who’s starting to stir. “She’s fucking incredible. How did you know?”
His question is intuitive: How did I know Jenny would be such a good hotwife? How did I know that this group of friends would be so willing to share their lovers with all of us?
“Just look at her,” I say, watching my wife comb through Felicia’s hair, a look of concern on her face as she whispers something, and Felicia smiles before she nods back. The two beautiful women kiss slowly and tenderly before deepening the kiss and entwining tongues. “She’s always been a sexual creature. We had to pause playing around when Samantha was born — I don’t regret that. Jenny needs this now, though. She thrives on having a lot of sex. She’s at her sexual peak and needs more than I can give her.”
“She’s a wildcat,” Will agrees, tipping back a beer. He nods at Christi, who slides closer, pressing her tits into Jenny’s back. “Same with Christi. She loves to watch mostly. Seeing her fuck Dylan was fucking hot. Maybe she needs more, too.”
I watch Christi reach over Jenny, comb through Felicia’s hair, and yank tightly. Felicia’s eyes widen with a cute yelp before leaning over Jenny and kissing Christi. Jenny looks back at me with a grin of mischief, then moves her mouth to Felicia’s breast and sucks on one of her raspberry-colored nipples. Felicia moans into the kiss with Christi at the feel of my wife sucking on her thick nipple.
I feel my cock stir in my shorts and look over at Craig, adjusting his shorts with a short pull. Will laughs at us both. He’s been to swinging parties and is more used to the flow of things.
I lose track of the game on the television and focus on my favorite pastime. I watch my hotwife play with her friends and mine.

Chapter 4 - Bye Felicia

“I’m going to miss you,” I whisper in Jenny’s ear. She laughs and squeezes me.
“Felicia, stop. I’ll see you at soccer practice.” Jenny looks at Christi. “We’ll invite you to coffee talk, right?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Christi says, hugging me tight. “See you back home, Felicia. Enjoy your drive.”
I squeeze them both again and climb into Craig’s car.
“Bye Coach, Bye Felicia,” Jenny shouts one last time.
I’m wearing the most clothes I’ve worn in a week, and I already want to slip out of them when I see my hunky boyfriend staring lustfully at me across the cab.

Author’s Note: A little indulgent to link to a larger story, but I’ve got plans for Felicia and Craig, and why not introduce them in a Hundo? I think you’re going to like the young, lithe yoga instructor who’s captured Craig, the soccer coach's heart. Having another series in Jenny and Brad’s world will be fun, right?