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Tit for Tat: Part 1
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 undo
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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 undo
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