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Tit for Tat: Part 1

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Tit for Tat: Part 1.
Three couples head off for a wild weekend together.

Based on a post by Many Feathers. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.



It was the second year that the six of us had come

up here to spend a long weekend together. Jeff and his wife Becky, Bucksy
Becky, a tall very buxom brunette.

Then there s Pete, and "Repeat", as we

called her, Susan; because she looked more like his sister than his wife, each
of them with dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and short in stature at not even
five and a half feet, though again Susan too had fairly large tits. Though not
as large as my wife's were, more noticeable because of her short size perhaps,
almost looking top heavy.

And then there was my wife Darlene and myself.

Personally, I thought my fiery little redhead was the most attractive of the
lot, though again; most likely, I was just prejudiced in that regard. But the
thing I loved so much about Darlene was her total lack of inhibitions, and
carefree attitude about life and love. That; and her almost too daring nature,
especially when it came to matters of sexual persuasion. But once again; it was
just another aspect about her personality that kept life extremely interesting,
especially for me.

David, dear; You know what day tomorrow is?

Darlene said, as we turned off the highway to go down a gravel township road
and the old family hunting cabin.

Uh, Saturday? I stated.

True, but more significantly, it s national nude

day! Darlene winked. I m serving notice that I fully intend to hike nude,
tomorrow. Please plan on joining my observance. You know it ll be worth your
effort.

But we have guests. Darlene?

Leave that to me. She dismissed my objections.

When the time comes for a hike, I plan to have the issue resolved. Probably a
lot sooner.

The old cabin we were staying in had been in the

family for years, an old hunting cabin. It had a well with a hand pump. I d
installed some solar panels for small appliances, radios, phone charging, and a
few LED lights.

The old icebox had big ice blocks, which we kept

operational while away, so that perishable foods could last a weekend, even in
cloudy conditions.

But we heated the cabin with the big fireplace. It

was northern Minnesota, so even summer nights got chilly. The cabin s purpose
and intent had never been one of luxury or spaciousness, even though for an old
cabin like it was, even then it was still pretty big. Inside, it was basically
just one gigantic room. A fairly large fireplace filled one wall, an open area
in front of it. Four Plywood double bunks accommodated air mattresses. Plenty
large enough to sleep the three couples comfortably together, Two bunks on each
side of the big stone fireplace. There was seriously no real privacy, though;
which had limited everyone's libedos to some extent, as we'd all been forced to
put up with the lack of sexual activities, the last time we'd been up here together.
Though Darlene and I had snuck off once or twice, to fool around out in the
forest, as we were pretty sure the rest of them had done as well, a time or
two.

There was a small kitchen area and a table just

large enough to seat the six of us together, where we very often played cards
late into the evening. Lighting was all by lantern or candlelight. We did most
of the cooking outside on the porch, utilizing the barbeques or Dutch ovens
we'd brought along with us. It was, needless to say, rustic in every aspect.
But the scenery, serenity and quietness of the mountain area where the cabin
was, made the trip up here well worth it.

We'd already finished up with dinner, gotten a nice

warm fire going as even the nights during the summer time could get pretty cool
in the mountains. Darlene had already made up a batch of Margaritas for us to
sit down and enjoy together which was usually the case. Later on cards perhaps;
again, as usual.

We'd already managed to kill off one pitcher of

margaritas as Darlene began making another when Bucksy Becky asked me a
question.

"So David; how many years now has it been that

the three of you've been coming up here anyway?"

Jeff, Pete and I had been friends for years, growing

up as kids in the same old neighborhood in fact. Years later, old enough to
hunt, we'd started out coming up here with dad, and then later just by
ourselves. When the idea and concept of hunting didn't appeal to any of us any
more, we'd continued our yearly excursions up here even then for several years.
Up until we'd all started getting married. And then hadn't done so for several
years. Now; here we were again, just like in the old days; but now with our
respective wives in tow.

As we started in on the second pitcher of

margaritas, and with everyone starting to feel their oats at this point, it
wasn't too unexpected when Darlene brought up a rather embarrassing question.

"So tell me honey; if you and your friends no

longer came up here to go hunting, what did you do? Sit around and jerk
off?"

Unknowingly, she had hit the nail on the head so to

speak. Early on when we'd been young, much younger, we'd actually done just
that. And by the look in each one of our respective faces when she mentioned
that, she knew; as did the other wives, she had inadvertently stumbled onto
something.

"You did didn't you! The three of you; sitting

around, watching one another jerk yourselves off! Oh my god!" She laughed,
as did the other wives, all teasing and jabbing at us now with their personal
questions.

In an effort to deflect part of that perhaps, though

it was already too late to sit here and deny any of it, Pete did remember
something and then curiously scrambled over to check out our old stash,
wondering if it was still even there. Something I myself had completely
forgotten about at this point.

"You think your dad ever discovered our stash

of Playboys?" he asked. I laughed, curious now myself.

"I don't know; check it out, see if they're

actually still there!"

Long ago, we had in fact stashed a collection of old

dog-earned Playboys, and then later, one or two really pornographic magazines
up in the rafters. A portion of the ceiling area had been given a false shelf
of sorts where dad sometimes stored things. It was there we had put up yet
another false front in front of that, tacked down so we could still get at it
easily enough, but where we had long ago placed our "Jerk off"
material as we'd called it. Using the bench seat to stand on from the table,
Pete easily pulled himself up into that old section.

"Careful Pete! I don't want you hurting

yourself up there," Susan warned. "I can just see us having to rush
you to the hospital from falling and breaking your neck; or worse."

"Yeah, like his hard cock if he actually finds

those porn mags," Jeff quipped. Even I laughed at that; it had been Pete
who'd been the first one brave enough between the three of us to actually whip
his out and start whacking it off the first time we discovered what had then
been dad's collection of magazines. We'd simply added to it after that with the
far more dirty, filthy porn magazines we'd brought along.

"Very funny," we heard Pete calling down

as he rummaged around in the old creaky loft area looking for the false boards
we'd nailed over one section of the ceiling. "Ah; found it!" he
called out seconds later, and then using his knife to pry that section away,
laughed out loud. "Oh my god! They're still up here!"

"Bring them down; I want to see what the three

of you used to look at when you jerked off," my wife said calling up to
him. "And probably still do," she then said turning to the other
girls, likewise making them laugh.

Almost gingerly he handed four well-worn magazines

down to my wife, lowering himself down seconds afterwards. By the time he had,
Darlene had already taken them over to the table spreading them all out for us
to look at. "This one might actually be worth some money," Bucksy
Becky said thumbing through the really old Playboy.

"I doubt it," I told her. The covers

really torn for one thing, and I happened to remember, we; ah; well, the three
of us sort of destroyed the centerfold as I recall, and ended up burning
it."

"Why'd you do that?" Susan asked

curiously. "Was she ugly or something?"

Darlene burst out laughing. "Oh honey; I doubt

that. Remember now, they sort of admitted to sitting around jerking off looking
at these, try and picture it unless I miss my guess; the three of them standing
there mostly likely squirting their white sticky stuff all over the centerfold.
Back then; boys did that when they didn't have anyone else to squirt it
on," she continued chuckling. Though once again, my wife had nailed that
one too. I could still clearly remember the day we had done that, and by the
embarrassed looks on Jeff and Pete's faces, they could too.

"I believe you're right Darlene, look at this

one, some of the pages are actually stuck together!" Bucksy Becky
exclaimed letting out a squeal of feigned disgust as she held it up trying to
shake the pages apart. "God, how much cum did you guys squirt on this one
anyway?" She continued to laugh poking fun at her husband Big Jeff, as
well as Pete and myself.

"A lot," I openly admitted. That was the

first illegal X-rated porn magazine any of us had ever seen before. Needless to
say, it became the primary one we used to look at, while jerking off to. First
time any of us had actually seen anything where the men and women were really
doing it. Where you could actually see that they were."

 

 

"Wow, no shit! Look at this one!" Bucksy

Becky suddenly exclaimed, showing everyone the other X-rated magazine she held
in her hand. One of the larger old black and white photos actually showed a guy
standing there in the throes of climax. The camera had caught the precise
moment he'd shot a ribbon of semen. It showed a long lengthy rope of it
shooting off into the air, the look of orgasmic joy etched in his face, caught
forever in time. "That's fucking hot!" She then added surprising
everyone. And almost as one, we all turned looking at Jeff, his face beet red,
though grinning.

"Yeah, she likes it when I do that; like's ah;

well you know, seeing me squirt."

"Ditto that!" My wife said joining in. I

Love seeing guys squirt, something very sexy; very provocative about seeing
that."

I had no idea where any of this was going of course,

but I was starting to feel slightly uncomfortable. Not because of what was
being said, but because I was actually getting horny standing here listening to
it.

"You know; maybe we should change the subject

and play a game or something?" I suggested. Once again, my wife knowing
full well of my sudden discomfort pounced on it.

"Why is that honey? Getting a little too horny

are we?"

I just smile at her and nodded my head. No sense

trying to hide the fact that I was, or that the air suddenly seemed a little
sexually charged.

"Yeah, maybe we should play a game,"

Darlene said turning towards the other two girls. She then walked over towards
them, drawing them off to one side, whispering.

"Ah oh; I said looking at my friends.

"Something tells me, we're not in Kansas anymore."

That too had been a running joke amongst the three

of us. Having grown up in Kansas City, whenever we embarked on some adventure,
or did something we were very likely to regret later, we had a tendency to say
that.

When I saw Susan suddenly look over towards where

the three of us were standing, and actually blushing a bit; though nodding her
head yes to whatever, I knew then; we were in trouble. If my wife could
convince shy little Susan to go along with whatever she had in mind, then that
didn't bode well for the three of us. They soon parted, coming back towards us,
evil wicked smiles on each of their faces.

"Okay; what?" I simply had to ask. "I

know that look Darlene; what are you up to now?"

"Like you suggested, a little game, something

to pass the time, make things sort of interesting, for all of us."

"What; kind; of; a; game?" I said slowly,

worriedly. Like I said, I knew my own wife.

"Let's call it; tit, for tat."

"Tit for what?" Pete asked.

"Boob's for cocks then," if you prefer.

"Tits for tat; or rather that; them," she said pointing at our lower
extremities.

"You're kidding right?" Jeff asked

anxiously; though more hopefully perhaps as his voice had gone up an octave
upon asking that.

"Girls?" Darlene said turning towards

them. "Let's show them that we're serious here," and with that, all
three suddenly reached down pulling off the tee shirts they were wearing. Now
true; they all had bra's on. No worse than the bikinis we'd all seen them
wearing before; but there was something about bras in general, especially when
they were actually threatening, or rather promising; to show you more.

"You're; you're serious!" I exclaimed

realizing that my wife was anyway, though I still wasn't sure about the other
two.

"Very," she challenged back. "And as

a sign of good-faith here," she now stood reaching behind her back,
undoing the clasp on her bra, which I did think surprised Susan a little when
she did that. She allowed it to fall away from her shoulders, though still
managing to catch it against herself, not quite revealing her magnificent tits.
"Well? Jeff? Pete? You don't count David; you've already seen my tits. But
if they want to, then one of them at least, has to show us some cock
here."

"Oh for heaven's sake's Jeff, do it; pull your

pants down," his wife challenged him. "You know how much of an
exhibitionist you truly are; so now's your chance. Especially if you really
want to see Darlene's tits, like you're always telling me about how much you'd
like to," she said startling everyone including Darlene, who now smiled
looking directly at him.

"Well? Tit for tat. Last chance; now or

never!" She said staring at him directly. And then Jeff began unbuckling
his pants, though turning towards the two of us.

"Don't look at me!" He exclaimed.

"This might be a once in a life-time opportunity here, and if you guys
think I'm going to pass this up; you're crazy!"

Good old Jeff. He always could be counted on to be

the first amongst us to do something like this, but in doing so; he also knew,
the two of us would soon follow. Before I knew it, both Pete and I were now
undoing our pants. All three of us at the point of dropping trow, though now it
was up to the other two girls to get to the same point my wife was; tits free.

To my surprise, both Susan and Bucksy Becky had

reached back around themselves, likewise undoing their bras, though like my
wife, still holding them firmly against their chests even after they had.

"On the count of three then? We all show? One?

Two? Three!"

Pete, Jeff and I all dropped our pants, though funny

enough; Jeff was the only one with a full blown erection. I was partially so,
with Pete not even close. But then again, he'd also been the one most nervous
around us, even after we'd gotten comfortable jerking ourselves off in front of
one another years ago. Pete had without a doubt, the biggest cock I'd yet seen,
and that included a few porn movies to boot. It didn't stay that way long
however, nor did mine. Not with the three of us standing there looking at three
gorgeous pairs of tits.

And the night was just getting started.

"Now then, that wasn't so bad was it?" My

wife asked the three of us. And though they both stood there smiling, (Jeff and
his hard cock) I knew that there was more to this than what was meeting the eye
here. I could almost see it coming. "Now then; how about we move onto the
next; tit for tat, especially seeing that good old Jeff appears to be more than
ready for it."

"Next; tit for; tat?" Pete asked

worriedly. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"Yeah, let's see if you guys can do as well as

this picture of the guy here shooting his load," Bucksy Becky said
speaking up.

"You are joking right?" Pete said

incredulously. "You really don't expect me to; to stand here and actually
jerk myself off in front of you now do you? Really?"

And now it was my turn to look incredulous as

Darlene began undoing the shorts she had on, dropping them down around her
ankles seconds later. "Well certainly not without a little additional
incentive at least. Like I said; tit for tat. So; here's your next, well; not
tit, but how's a bare-naked pussy sound? Willing to do it then?"

Up until now I figured this was a little silly

alcohol talking, and the girls just trying to yank our chains. My wife had
upped the ante so to speak in seeing if any of us; including me, were that
willing to take it to that extreme. Even Pete s little wife, Susan looked a bit
skeptical at this point, her hands actually coming up to criss-cross over her
tits as she stood there looking on; wondering.

Jeff looked at his Bucksy Becky, but all she did was

snicker, commenting to my wife in a half whisper. "He wants to So bad;
look how hard his cock is, problem is; the other two. They're acting shy."

"Men!" Darlene laughed snickering in

agreement. "Hard to get them to do anything their uncomfortable doing; or
don't want to do, let alone getting them hard. Well; Pete and David, anyway.
Guess that might take a bit more coaxing then," my wife said turning
towards her friend, and then kissed her. Full, on the mouth, for one thing, but
for another, her hand came up cupping Becky's tit. Even that startled her for a
moment, it had been so unexpected, but seconds later realizing the intent
behind it more than anything else, she began playing along. Either that, or she
was admittedly becoming aroused by it. And again, even Pete s little wife,
Susan looked on in amused, though semi-shocked wonder as the two of them stood
there kissing and fondling one another's tits.

"Fuck you two! I'm doing this!" Jeff

exclaimed and began pumping his cock watching the two of them.

"Not so fast!" Darlene turned stopping

him. "That's a taste; you want to see more pussy? All of us?" She
added looking at Pete s little wife, Susan, letting her know in no uncertain
terms she'd signed up for this earlier. "Then; it's all of you; or
nothing. We can always get dressed again and start playing cards if you'd
actually prefer."

Jeff looked at Pete and I almost imploringly so. I

almost laughed, his look reminding me of those days so long ago now when the
three of us actually stood there together, jerking off. In particular that day
we decided to spunk up the Playboy centerfold, standing there side by side
squirting all over it together.

"Not like we haven't done it before," I

reminded them both; though it was obviously Pete now that needed convincing.

"Shit man," he exclaimed. "We were

horny kids then."

"So? Now we're horny grown men? What's the

difference?" Bucksy Becky took off her shorts, and then her panties, now
standing beside my wife, the two of them still toying with one another's tits a
little. "Like I said Pete; look at them, tell me you wouldn't mind jerking
off to the likes of that as opposed to an old Playboy centerfold. Especially
when two of them are standing there touching one another," I challenged
him.

 

 

"Well?" Darlene asked first looking at

Pete, and then at his wife, Susan. Susan sighed, and then to everyone's
surprise, began removing the rest of her clothing.

"Oh hell, why not? Hell of a lot better than

playing cards," she giggled nervously.

Finally Pete shook his head and relented.

"Can't believe I'm actually doing this," he told everyone.

And now we all stood in front of one another. Naked

as they day we were born.

I'll be the first one to admit, in the beginning it

felt a little weird, a little strange. And though we had done it; and often in
fact, years ago now, that was then. This was indeed now. And yet, surprisingly,
after only a few minutes, and some additional coaxing and prompting, the three
of us soon stood there jacking ourselves off in front of the girls. Though
again, not without some real additional incentive for us to be doing so.

They were too now. Tit for tat so to speak.

I for one have always enjoyed seeing my own wife

pleasure herself for me, something she has very often done without hesitation
like I said in the beginning. And I of course have done the same for her as
well, something she early on told me she loved seeing guys do; seeing me do. So
I did. The only real difference I guess between that and this; was having a bit
more of an audience, it was hard not to look over, see what both Pete and Jeff
were doing, and likewise looking at the girls; all three of them.

Pete s little wife, Susan was indeed an interesting

character. At first shy, overly so; I'd heard through conversations with Pete
in the past how she was in fact a real tiger in bed. Once heated, an almost
anything goes kind of a woman. She was proving that out now; in spades. Having
shucked off whatever final reservations or initial inhibitions she might have
had, those had all fallen by the wayside now. Lying on the floor, all three of
them side by side, looking up at the three of us as we stood over them jerking
off was erotically intense. Perhaps even more so than any of us had realized it
would be in the beginning.

"Fuck I am already close; too fucking

close!" Jeff announced almost dejectedly.

"Nobody said you couldn't enjoy seconds; if you

can manage it you know," Darlene assured him. "So whenever anyone's
ready; just do it, you; or us," she stated the look in her eyes telling me
she actually wasn't that far away from climaxing herself. And that of course,
sent a tingling thrill down my shaft, jumping my own arousal up a notch.

Unable to hold out any more, Jeff just looked down,

his voice shaking. "Where? How?" He almost stammered gritting his
teeth.

"Where ever you want; Darlene said looking up

at him, one hand cupping her own tit, the other busily working her clit,
strumming it wildly at this point, another hint at her rapidly nearing climax.

"Fuck!" Jeff cried out, his head snapping

back, knees buckling just a little as he momentarily quit pumping his cock,
just holding onto it for a moment more. And then; he unleashed.

"Oh yeah! Fuck yeah; would you look at

that?" Pete s little wife, Susan exclaimed, wild-eyed and lustier looking
than I'd ever seen her before. Pete hadn't been lying when he'd told me about
her before. Once his Susan was horny; truly horny, she became almost a
completely different person. "Shoot that spunk! Shoot it! Squirt it! All
over! All over! All over!" She lay crying out as Big Jeff did his level
best to accommodate each one of the girls. Once again jacking his cock, pumping
out streamer after streamer of his hot white juice which had begun landing over
all three girls like he'd turned the hose on them.

And that of course triggered my wife's climax, which

I was fairly certain it would do. But it would also be only the first of many
for her, as from this point on; she could easily roll from one right into
another, almost at will after this.

And one thing more that I knew; which the guys soon

would of course, was how much Darlene tended to squirt whenever she did. Eyes
wide in surprise, both Jeff and Pete stood there watching this tiny little
fountainous squirt suddenly erupt from my wife's pussy. A tiny little arch of
pussy pleasure shooting up in the air, splashing down again, soaking her, as
well as the floor beneath her. Thankfully, we'd moved the sleeping bags out of
the way, or we'd have been sleeping wet that evening.

Inwardly I was certainly grinning. As much of a

surprise as it had been for all of us; girls included, to see my wife lying
there with her pussy squirting the way it did, I remembered back at something
else. Pete had a surprise of his own too. He had a big cock, that much was
evident, at least on the upper size scale of big cocks. Neither Jeff nor I were
slouches in that department either, not by a long shot. Jeff might have been
short in height, but just like his wife, his hard cock tended to look even
bigger than it probably was just because of that. Pete on the other hand, was
just fucking big; no, make that huge. And so was his cumshot as I remembered
seeing it. Unless things had changed since then of course. But as I recalled,
his semen tended to be quite copious in volume, easily duplicating mine and
Jeff's put together. Something we had as young men growing up, gotten a weird
kick out of when the three of us stood there blanketing that centerfold until
it wasn't even recognizable as being one anymore. Half of which; had been
Pete's doing.

"Fuck, I'm gonna lose it!" Pete soon after

announced. I couldn't help but turn and look, I'd been amazed in the past
before. And I noticed in doing so; Jeff too had turned to specifically watch.
After all; we both had a pretty good idea, as must have his Susan. She was the
only one who actually closed her eyes, covering them with her hands, giggling
as she did.

"Thar she blows!" She said peeking through

her fingers just as the first jettison of Pete's spunk exploded from the head
of his cock. My Darlene and Buxom Becky had no idea. Had they, they might have
been quicker on the hands to the face trick that Pete s little wife, Susan had
already prepared herself for. Even for a guy; it was an amazing thing to see,
to witness. I for one had never seen anything like it, not before or since. The
only other man I'd seen even come close had been the Porn star Peter North. But
even he would have been hard pressed to match Pete's delivery, even on a good
day.

Hard to explain it really, to describe it. It was

like throwing cups full of milk. That's about the only way I can even attempt
to put into words what it looked like. That first splash, a thick rope, not a
slim stringy one, was just that. A rope of cum. Seeing it leap from the head of
that fat cock of his was just the beginning of the wild spectacle he created. I
saw it land on my wife, next or close to her pussy in fact, and then splash
from there as though someone had actually tossed a scarf down onto her body. He
hit her left tit from there, up to the side of her neck and into her hair; and
then beyond that. Turning, another voluminous milking already on the way, as
this one began bathing poor Bucksy Becky, her sudden squeal of delight and
shock readily apparent.

"Holy fucking shit!" She cried out

watching the splash of his cream as it had hit my wife, only then seeing the
second skyrocketing explosion leap from his cock, shooting directly at her. She
lifted her hands, too late; that second squirt not quite purposely hitting her
full on in the face, much of it actually hitting her in the mouth where she
swallowed. She actually had no choice, it would have been nearly impossible not
to, let alone breathe. And good old Pete, just as Jeff and I remembered, was
far from being done. Not wanting to let his own wife feel left out, Pete spun
on one heel, still wanking his cock, holding still then a second later as the
third massive squirt shot out. Still covering her eyes, though still peeking
through her fingers, she laughed as he sure enough; started there. In seconds
her hands appeared glued together, a trail of semen working its way down from
there between her gorgeous pink nippled tits, down across her belly, and along
the side of her upper right thigh.

The majority of his first few canon shots might be

over, but he continued to pump his cock, which now just oozed like chocolate
sauce being poured over ice cream. Only now taking her hands away, Susan opened
her mouth as her Pete stood over her, his cream dripping from the head of his
cock in what seemed like a never ending drool of cum-sauce which his little
wife now tried valiantly to collect.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" My Darlene

quipped, now watching this, still trying to collect the liquid sauce running in
small little rivers over her own body with her hands as she and Buxom Becky
both ly there, eyes still glued to him and his magnificent specimen of a cock.
"That's got to be; the most incredible cum shot I've ever seen in my
entire life!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "See dear? You're

not the only one here, full of surprises."

Mine wasn't nearly as copious of course as Pete's

had been; but as far as cum-shots go, it wasn't half bad. I still managed to
add a fair amount almost equally on all three girls. All three girls lying
there now covered in joy juice, pretty much from head to toe.

 

 

 

As expected, My Darlene had worked herself through a

small series of mini-orgasms, saving the big one for last, which would come
later. That's basically how she preferred doing it. Both Buxom Becky and Little
Susan had likewise gotten off, and it was again another bit of an unexpected
surprise seeing Susan when she did. She tended to thrash wildly, her head
rolling back and forth as she cried out, her hand now slapping her pussy,
almost fiercely, the other hand, fingers inside working herself that way. That
too was an amazing sight to watch.

Poor Jeff almost looked disappointed, his cock once

again stiff and hard, working himself up to what he obviously hoped would be
another nice orgasm of his own.

"Time for a break," My Darlene spoke, with

both the other girls in agreement. "Fresh drinks, something to snack on;
and then; see where things go from there."

I was wondering about that myself, just as I knew

the other guys were. We'd all been casting looks back and forth between one
another, several questions I am sure remaining unasked. As the girls stood
inside the small little kitchen area throwing together a few things to snack
on, the hushed whispers of their voices alerted us to the fact they were
obviously discussing something, occasionally throwing glances our way.

"Throw some more wood on the fire, get it nice

and warm in here for us," Darlene stated moments later. "We're going
outside for a; to pee," she amended. "We'll be back in a few
minutes."

After fixing up some fresh drinks and snacks, the

girls all went outside for a supposed pee-break. When they did, Pete turned to
me worriedly asking.

"Okay; admittedly, that was sort of fun; well,

damn fun actually," he said sheepishly. "But I can't help wondering;
I mean, we're not like; ah, you know, thinking about;

"Swapping wives?" I said finishing for

him. "No Pete, we're not. At least I'm fairly confident that isn't part of
what's been going on here; or even will be. Though I'll agree with you on one
hand, maybe it's something we should address with the girls once they come back
inside again. See where all this is really headed, so that we all know what to
expect, or not expect. I don't think any of us want to stumble into doing
anything we're not comfortable with."

I saw the relief in his eyes, as well as in Big Jeff's,

as the three of us stoked up the fire a bit, making it even warmer, especially
as we remained ass-naked at the moment. It was amazing to me as we went about
doing that, how comfortable we had all seemed to become once again. Seeing one
another naked again after all these years. Sure we had all changed and matured
a little, during that time, though Pete's schlong continued to swing to and fro
as he walked about, causing Jeff and I both to snicker while watching that.
Just like old times.

"It's taking them a hell of a long time to pee,

don't you think?" Jeff asked.

"I don't think that's all they're doing,"

I commented. "Something tells me, they're having a pow-wow out there,
which means; I never finished however as the door suddenly opened, all three
girls reentering the cabin.

"Rules!" My wife said, the moment they

came inside.

"Rules?" Pete asked.

"Yeah; rules. We thought it might be a good

idea to go over a few simple rules, so that no one has any misconceptions or
expectations regarding the weekend, since it appears we'll be spending much of
it naked together."

The guys looked at me, and I at them, and then back

to the girls again. Obviously they'd been thinking along the same lines as we
had.

"Just so we're all on the same page here; this

isn't about swapping partners. We're just having a bit of naughty fun is all;
so beyond some touching perhaps, that's it. Unless we're comfortable doing
things with our own partners, in front of anyone, that would be the only
exception. Beyond that, it's strictly a touch only. Everyone okay with
that?"

Obviously the girls had come to a mutual consensus

outside, which was fine with the three of us guys, too. Especially as we all
readily agreed to that.

"By touching; Pete asked a bit nervously, yet

excitedly too by the edge we could all hear in his tone of voice. "Does
that mean;

"That it's okay if I walked up and fondled that

sausage of yours?" Jeff s wife, Becky said; walking up in front of Susan s
Pete, only inches away, though she didn't actually reach down and do it.
"Hopefully; yes, as long as it's ok with you, and your wife," she
said looking over towards Susan. Susan then walked over and stood in front of
me, grinning. My wife, then standing directly in front of big Jeff, likewise
grinning.

"If you guys are good with just that; we

are," my wife concluded. By the smiles on our faces they could see that we
were, and then as though on some prearranged signal perhaps, all three reached
down and clasped the three semi-flaccid cocks dangling there in front of them.
Even then; I still tentatively reached out cupping Little Susan's firm full
tits, taking delight in fondling them a bit, as the rest of the guys now began
doing the same to the girls standing in front of them.

It didn't take long, and the three of us were once

again standing proud and tall.

To be continued. Based on a post by Many Feathers, for Literotica.

 

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