I took the only open spot, listening in as Jack told a story about early love that ended in an impossibly embarrassing situation. The night was nothing like the previous one. Everyone was in a great mood to start, the weather was ideal, and the conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, with two and even three discussions going on at the same time, without any difficulties. There was a lot of excitement and agitation in some of the discussions, and I just loved watching the girls waving their arms around while talking, and watching the resultant counterpoint activity in the jiggling of their tits.
Damn the person who invented bras!
The liquor smoothly transitioned around the table with Jack, Robin and I savoring the rum, while our partners polished off the ‘Orgasms’. Robin made it clear she enjoyed the rum, and it was much improved, but nothing like the difference between good and bad tequila.
“Next time we come up here, I think you should double the stock of tequila,” she said thoughtfully.
Easy enough for her to say, at over $50 a bottle. Then again, a couple of hundred bucks was a small price to pay to get her to open up like she had.
Talk eventually got around to our less-than-routine activities of the day. I immediately felt myself responding to the direction of the conversation, looking across at Robin who was being lightly fondled by her husband.
Jill took the bull by the horns. “It sounds to me like everyone had a good time with all the teasing and playing around going on,” she stated, looked around for any dissent. She would have had to wait a long time.
She leaned forward over the coffee table, took a quick sip from the ‘Naked Orgasm’ bottle, and said softly. “Would anybody else like to play a little more?”
I don’t know if it was taken for granted that the guys were up for anything. It was a fact that all three of us were ‘up’ for something. But we seemed to be waiting for agreement from all the girls.
Sheri leaned in, and took the bottle from in front of Jill, and took a long drink, then set the bottle down. “I’m in.”
They both turned to look at Robin.
“Are you kidding? Do you even have to ask?” She laughed out loud, a full bodied, tit shaking laugh. “I just don’t know how to start!”
And that, really, was the crux of the matter.
“I have a suggestion,” Dan said, pausing.
“Fine, then spit it out already!” Jill told him.
“How about if every lady in the room sat on her husband’s lap for a couple of minutes, and discussed their expectations of the evening.”
For two of the couples, that was a simple shift in position. In our case, Sheri came over to me and deposited herself in my lap, carefully, without impaling herself.
“Where do you think this is headed?” She asked me nervously.
“Only as far as you want it to.”
“Where do you think we should draw the lines?” she asked, nibbling on my shoulder, while I fondled her excited tits.
“Any limits on the hands?” I asked her.
“I guess not,” she said softly.
“Any limits on your magnificent tits? And before you say anything, remember, the wrong answer here may drive one of these guys to kill himself.”
She giggled, “What is it about you men, and a set of big firm tits?”
“Natural tits.” I added.
“Ok, big firm natural tits. What’s up with that?”
“Why not ask why the sun shines, why a wolf howls at the moon, why birds migrate in winter? It’s in our nature.”
She was still giggling, and she said softly, “OK, I think there’s pretty much no limit on these babies.”
“Any limits on our mouths?” I asked, wondering where her perceived limits really were. With her oral fixation, I half expected her answer.
“Not if you don’t mind,” she said finally.
“I don’t mind. I’m thinking I’d kind of like to see that.”
“Really?” she asked, cautiously.
“Really. And if you do it, I expect to have a good view.” I told her.
She blushed, which was pretty. “I think I can manage that.”
I reached between her legs and caressed her, making her moan. “How about this?”
“Nothing bigger than a finger except for you,” she said quickly.
“OK, I guess that’s settled,” I said.
“Is it? What about this thing?” she said, holding my hard cock.
“I’ll go by your rules.”
“But what if Robin or Jill doesn’t have the same rules, are you going to disappoint them?” she asked.
“I think they can survive,” I told her.
She was quiet a moment. “What if I don’t mind?” she finally asked.
I was a little stunned, “Huh?”
“If they want to go further than me, I don’t mind. Like you, I even think I’d kind of like to see it,” she said slowly.
“Are you sure?”
“Let me spell it out for you. If Robin is willing to let you stick that inside of her, I think you should.” She continued, looking me in the eye. “I’d like to hear her squeal again.”
“And Jill?”
“As far as she can take it.”
I closed my eyes and thought about it. “I don’t know, Sheri. If we go down that road, their husbands might expect the same.”
“I’ll deal with it. I’m sure I can find ways to get their mind off of that.” As if to prove her point, she slid off of my lap and took my cock in her mouth, then licked it casually, looking around at the rest of our play partners.
I caressed her hair while she licked me, and waited to see the outcome of the other conversations. I didn’t have to wait long.
“Ladies? How about if you all move clockwise, and tell your new partner where you think the evening should go?” He smiled, looking directly at Sheri, eager to play.