Sssummm Hot
written by:
Van Horne

For the first 15 years of our marriage Harvey and I had never done anything, sexually speaking, worthy of a confession. That is, nothing to confess to each other, nor to a priest, not even to an old trusted friend in a drunken gossip session. We got married when he was 22 and I was 24. Both of us kept in shape, even after our two kids were born, and even during the stress of getting our careers in gear. I won't bore you with the details of our jobs, but I will say that both of us in our late 30s got at least a full six weeks of vacation each, and we usually managed to coordinate them. We maintained a marriage rich with the experiences of traveling and other cultures.

Even before we got married, neither of us had done anything really worth writing an erotic story about. Harvey had been in two relationships, the second one lasting about two years before they went to different universities. I had been in exactly one relationship with a fellow I'll name Joe, as in "average Joe," and he lasted from the last year of High School to his first job with an oil-drilling company in Australia, of all places. I met Harvey, we fell in love, and we settled into a good, caring, rock-solid relationship.

Funny thing... the culture - or lifestyle - that changed our lives came in the form of a couple that moved in next door to us in a new subdivision we'd moved into a year earlier. The lots were big, and the developers had left a lot of trees and shrubbery in place, so each new set of owners had a good start on maintaining their privacy. The only neighbors who could see a bit of what was going on in our backyard were Bob and Tanya, and they were the only neighbors we got to know really well. In fact, we got to be great friends with them. We partied together, played cards, watched movies.

Part of the attraction, frankly, was that Bob and Tanya were both good-looking and physically fit. Bob's about six feet tall, with short razor-cut black hair, and he's got a slim but muscular build. Tanya's about the same height as I am, with thick golden brown hair that she usually keeps at shoulder length, whereas I tend to keep my blonde hair as short as I can. I think it frames my small head better, and it's a lot easier to wash, style and all that. My husband Harvey isn't quite as fit as Bob, but he has a gangly grace and easy confidence that sure can put a spell on a woman. Both Harvey and I have had to deal with a few immoral propositions over the years, but we've happily resisted them. It's always nice to know people think you're sexy, but isn't it much nicer to know your partner is all there for you, all of the time? And almost always able to take care of all of your deepest needs?

Both Bob and Tanya were great flirts, too, and they brought the flirting side out of Harvey and myself. It was mostly totally innocent. Well, last New Year's got a bit wild, which we celebrated at home, just the four of us. We were slow dancing to a ballad, when the midnight bells on our antique grandfather clock started to chime. Bob and Tanya began their midnight kiss, and Harvey and I had a good old semi-drunk smooch of our own. I was a bit shocked to see Bob's hand clutching Tanya's raised right thigh, which she was stroking suggestively on the outside of his leg, giggling with the naughtiness. Harvey saw it too, and it made him unusually randy. He turned his back on our friends so that he could hide the fact that his hands were stroking the back of my thighs. His hands rose higher, under my skirt, stroking my panty-clad bottom, and I thrust my pelvis into his stiffening groin. Our little thrill was that we were so close to another petting couple. For the first time in our lives, we were doing private things in front of an audience.

This was pretty well the wildest thing Harvey and I had ever done. In public, I mean. In the privacy of our bedroom, we were more than content with each other, using a variety of positions, telling each other the occasional fantasy. Perhaps we were getting a bit too content, too repetitious of a few old patterns, but neither of us felt the need to complain.

In public spaces, including the beach, we dressed and behaved conservatively, hardly ever doing anything racy, and certainly not when we thought anyone was looking.

I shut my eyes for the last part of the kiss, enjoying the wine, the music, the warmth, and Harvey's love. Then we felt taps on our shoulders - Bob and Tanya wanted their New Year's kisses from us! My heart began to race, and I flushed with embarrassment. Actually, it was probably a combination of embarrassment and anticipation - I had to admit that I'd wondered a couple of times what it would feel like to be held close in Bob's arms. I didn't know what to say. Harvey seemed a bit tongue-tied, too, until Tanya broke the ice by saying, "Come on Harvey - Bob wants that kiss from you! Sometime this year, maybe?" Bob didn't skip a beat and said, "Yeah, Tanya, just like you need your kiss from Jerrie."

Bob bent Harvey over in a mock dive, making Tanya and me laugh, and she and I did our own little lesbo tease, giving each other tight hugs and a lip to lip smooch. In that brief instant, I could feel her heart pounding, and something hard poking into my chest. At first I thought it was a seam in her bra or a button, and then I realized it was a large, hard, engorged nipple. Immediately, who knows why, my own nipples grew twice as hard, harder than they were when Harvey was caressing my bottom right in front of our friends.

Bob broke my little revery by prying me away from Tanya. He said, "My turn, and I want something more than a little peck on my cheek." I said, "Hey, gimme a reason you deserve more than that." He said, "Because... you are one of the two sexiest women on the planet." I laughed and said, "That's good enough for me!" Meanwhile, Harvey said he felt exactly the same way about Tanya, and they began an exaggerated, comic, movie-style kiss.

Bob took me gently in his arms and said, softly, "Seriously Jerrie, you are some hot." He stretched the "some" out into a long, sensuous "sssssummmm" that send shivers from head to foot, and then said it again, "sssummm hot" while resting his hands on the tops of my hips, pushing me close to him until our lips met in a lovely long kiss. I wanted at first to move his hands to a safer place, up to my waist or my lower back, but then I just decided to give in to the pleasure of the moment. What really bad thing could happen in front of my husband and his wife?

At first, Bob and I just brushed lips, occasionally pressing them. Then he opened it up a little, capturing my upper lip between his, and sucking very lightly on it. I could feel the tip of his tongue tentatively touching forward, and right away I though, NO, that's going way too far. Then I thought, again, what could it hurt? I could see Harvey and Tanya had progressed from a comic smooch to a romantic liplock, so I took a chance. My heart was pounding, even though this was just a kiss. I could feel my nipples trying to push through my bra, and figured Bob must have known he was turning my crank. Our first tentative touch of tongues soon turned into a full wet tongue wrestle, with Bob's hands at first stroking my hips and then sneaking under my skirt to stroke the sensitive backs of my legs just below my butt. I caught a glance of my husband and Tanya, & saw that their kiss too had settled into something fairly serious, his hands stroking her back and her hands I'm pretty sure clutching his cute little butt.

That was a month ago. Harvey and I had talked about it a couple of times, consigning it to the category of "I'm fine with a bit of naughtiness if you are, especially with Bob and Tanya." We didn't talk about more than that, but I'm quite sure that both of us knew that we'd taken a baby step into the wild woods. Now that I think about it, it was probably the second step we'd taken across a certain line.

About five years ago, I'd had a breast cancer scare. After the lumpectomy, and all these years later, the doctors figured I had nothing to worry about it. At the time, though, it scared the living daylights out of the both of us. The incident also seemed to loosen us up a bit more, especially when it came to stuff like the language we used in the bedroom. We decided to live life as fully as circumstances allowed, to be more open to friends, to discuss anything that was on our minds. Of course, the usual considerations of morality and social acceptability continued to play a big role in our lifestyles, but something had changed, if only in our underlying attitude. Six years ago, or earlier, I don't think Harvey and I would even have thought about flirting in the way that we did. I would have been very upset to see another woman, no matter how drunk or how good of a friend she was, even so much as patting my husband's ass.

Basically, Harvey and I had agreed that we would live life to the max, because there was an even chance it was going to be a hell of a lot shorter than we planned for. Naturally, that didn't mean we were going to give up our jobs or start robbing banks or hire a team of strippers to entertain us every birthday. For us, it was mainly just a new attitude, a new relaxation about things, a greater openness to fun.

*****

A couple of weeks after New Year's, with our kids both away at friends' houses, Bob and Tanya were over at our house watching a movie, having a few drinks, celebrating health for all of us and a good year. When the movie was over, we agreed on nightcaps, which might not have been the best idea, since we were already a couple of sheets to the wind. That's when Tanya took our little party in a very interesting direction. She said, "Before we go, I want another one of Harvey's hot kisses."

Bob said to me, "Okay. But only if Jerrie gives me another one of her patented New Year's specials!"

I looked over to Harvey, quickly, and saw him give me one of those little shrugs that meant, "I'm okay with it if you are." I said out loud, laughing, "I'm okay with it, but... I've got a couple of conditions. One is, I don't want to stand up. I'm too comfortable on this couch."

Tanya laughed and said, "You mean you're too drunk on that couch."

I added, "My second condition is we gotta turn the lights out. Because I'm feeling shy." Actually, I think at the back of my mind I had other reasons, but I sure as heck wasn't thinking clearly enough to know exactly what those reasons were.

So, Bob scooted over to the couch beside me. Harvey turned the lights off, and used the low flickering fireplace light to make his way back to the love seat beside Tanya. Then Tanya said, "Ready, set, go!" We all laughed, and then I felt Bob's lips search mine out. His hands were on my shoulders, and as we tentatively touched tongues, he lowered them to my sides. He was a very good kisser, very light and playful, but insistent. As before, we progressed from a soft pressing of our lips, to little nips, to a full dance of tongues. At times, when he was flicking or running his tongue across my lips, it was like he was saying, this is what I would like to be doing to other parts of you. It was so daring, and at the same time so very safe.

Then the kiss became something more than a kiss. I heard a satisfied sigh from across the room, and could hear the rip of a zipper being lowered. That could have been Harvey's jeans! Or Tanya's top! Tanya was wearing a tight black cardigan style shirt, and, as of a few minutes ago, the zipper was open just enough to show the lovely ivory swell of the top of her breasts. I was about to say something, when I felt Bob's right hand move from my shoulder to a space on the inside of my arm, on the outside of my breast. My breasts were both throbbing, aching with the thrill of what was happening, and what might happen.

At the same time I felt we were all way over the line. The battle between good angel and naughty angel was strong enough that I couldn't say anything. Instead, I heard Bob whispering in my ear, "You are ssssummm beautiful..." The sweet hot breath in my ear was very sexy. I quivered, and placed my hand daringly on his chest. I think now that I secretly telling him that I wanted him to put his hand on my chest, too, but it was still a shock when he did just that, his hand resting lightly on the thin cotton of my shirt, his fingers tentatively tracing the line at the top of my black lace bra. Soon, he enclosed a breast with a gentle squeeze, then pulling back to give a very light sexy pinch on the hard bud at the tip, right through the two thin layers of clothing. I felt as if I was at war with myself.

My mind wanted his touch to be gentle, and safe, the kind of thing I could talk about afterward as a little piece of drunk flirtation. My animal self wanted more. It wanted his touch to be rough, hard, commanding. Suddenly, I wanted him to pinch me, to maul me, to free my breasts of their heavy aching need.

I slipped my hand between the buttons of his shirt, undoing one of them for better access, and caressed the smooth skin of his chest, pausing now and again to pay special attention to this little male nipples. I squeezed them gently at first, and then a bit harder, especially when I felt him release one of my own buttons, and his own hand slipping instead the cup of my bra to draw out my breast. Oh, that felt so good. Bob was stroking, pressing, squeezing my incredibly sensitive nipple. I had enough freedom of movement with my other hand to place it on Bob's thigh, high up, as high as I dared to go. I wanted to "accidentally on purpose" feel him, to see how hard he was for me, just as my nipples were as erect and needy as they had ever been in my fairly innocent life.

The sounds coming from Harvey and Tanya partly worried me, partly reassured me. They were being just as naughty as we were, and if they weren't, they sure were making it sound hot! Oh, just then, I could feel a rush of cool air on my chest. Bob had undone another couple of buttons, and now he was undoing my bra at the front. So deliciously daring! And now he was expertly making love to both my breasts, I could feel my crotch, as if it had a mind of its own, begin to alternately tighten and relax. I flooded with a warm convulsive pleasure, and then - another even bigger wave washed right through me.

I could barely believe it. I had never come this way before - I'd never been so excited with anticipation. Oh, this was soooo nice....

Then, I kind of came back to clear consciousness. What just happened truly shocked me. A minute ago I was in ecstasy - I'd gone right over the top in a hard, quick flash of pleasure - but now I felt embarrassment, deep embarrassment, about a lot of things. About how wet I was. How I'd gone past the line of a good, moral wife. How I'd completely ignored Harvey because I was loving Bob's kisses. About how fast and easily I'd come, just from Bob playing with my breasts.

With as much grace as I could muster, I slowed things down with Bob, turning our tongue kisses into lip kisses, and saying things like, "That was a very nice goodnight kiss," with the emphasis on "was". I said it loud enough, too, to let Harvey and Tanya know the game was up on my side of the room. I heard some rustling, the kind you hear when clothes are being put back into order, and hair straightened out. After a few seconds of this, Tanya laughed out loud and said, "Well, that WAS a very enjoyable sendoff." She laughed again, saying, "Get your ass in gear, Robert. Get me home now, or I call the fire department."

We gave another hug and kiss to them out the door, but as soon as they were gone, Harvey and I dashed like juvenile rabbits to the bedroom and spent the next hour taking care of each other.

I wouldn't find out till a couple of days later what happened exactly between Harvey and Tanya. It was basically the same as what happened with Bob and me, except Tanya had managed to stroke Harvey's erection a couple of times. He tried to make it sound as if it was mostly accidental, as if it just happened to happen while she was stroking his thigh, but I was OK with it. I mean, I'd be a total hypocrite if I said otherwise, given that I wanted to feel Bob's erection when I was in the first wave of my lust.

It was unusual for us to have sex so many times in a week. Harvey and I had just gone to bed, and our descriptions of what happened that night turned us into a pair of horny teenagers again. We never analyzed it any further. Once we had our pleasure, we never said anything like, "So, do you think Bob and Tanya are swingers? Do you think something even wilder might happen the next time we get together?" Actually, I don't think either of us seriously wanted or expected anything more from Bob and Tanya. We kind of figured that what happened was in the past, and wouldn't be repeated, and we sure didn't say anything about drawing new lines of appropriate behavior just in case they wanted something more from us. I think we both assumed that we were rational and conservative enough to stop if our fun little games got too heavy.

*****

This evening, on one of the coldest nights of the year, Bob and Tanya had invited us over to their place for dinner and a movie. Bob had been working on what he called a "Bermuda Room" - a basement rec room with a sand-coloured Berber rug, wallpaper on all four walls that showed beach, ocean, blue sky and palm trees, and natural heat lamps. On one wall there was gas fireplace set on a granite lintel about two feet high, with the wallpaper scene arranged behind it to give a faint suggestion that the fireplace was in the place of the setting sun. Kitty-corner to the fireplace was a 42 inch flatscreen TV. To give a complete picture of this room, I should add that there was an office space at the opposite end, though it was little more than a computer in an alcove, an office chair, and a high-backed love seat with its back to the room, suggesting that this was a kind of shaded area or a cabana-style space separate from the rest.

Bob and Tanya had told Harvey and I we were all going to beat the winter blues with a Bermuda beach night, and to bring our bathing suits. We decided to put our suits on under our clothes, and that we'd be able to strip down on "the beach" when it was time "to go to Bermuda."

When we arrived, we applauded Bob's efforts, and gave the room the appreciation it deserved. The sunlamps were on full, the fireplace was cranking out some welcome heat, and the TV was cued to a DVD compilation of corny 1960s beach movies. Bob asked what we'd like to drink. He made ready to head back upstairs, when I said that Harvey and I would get into our bathing suits. Bob shouted, "No, wait till I get back." He was back down in a flash, and explained, "Forgive me for being an old perv, but I, uh..." Tanya filled in for him, "I think I know. He wanted to see you take your clothes off, Jerrie." I laughed, and laughed again when I saw that "Busted!" look on Bob's face.

Tanya could see that I was feeling a bit shy, so she said, "I'll go first, sweetheart, as long as Bob and Harvey keep their drooling to a minimum." She quickly strode to the space between the couch and the TV, and began to shimmy out of her slacks. Her aqua bikini bottom looked daringly skimpy! Sure enough, when she danced a little pirouette, we could see it was a thong, the string running over her haunches, merging in a small triangle at the top of her sexy little ass, and then snaking its way down between her cheeks. Taking off her shirt was an anticlimax. Tanya undid a few buttons, then whipped the whole thing over her head, twirled it around a couple of times, and whipped it at Harvey's open, grinning mouth. The top was a string bra, but the triangles at the front modestly covered about two thirds of her full breasts. Her usual bra size, as she told me once, was a 36C, whereas I wore a 34B.

Tanya's performance made me feel brave, especially because I knew my own sky-blue bikini was more modest than Tanya's. I was wearing a dress and sneakers, and my "tease" involved nothing more than kicking off the shoes, dropping the zipper down the back, and letting the dress puddle around my feet. I felt I owed everyone in the room at least a small performance, so I slowed the whole thing down, making sure my dress slid sensuously off of my body. Harvey and Bob whistled appreciatively, but groaned when Tanya told them it was their turn. Harvey did a comic bump and grind as he took off his shirt, undid the buckle of his pants, and let his Dockers drop to his feet, showing his Hawaiian-style floral shorts. Bob did a much more believable bump and grind, stripping down to a sexy red Speedo, and showing us that he had a rather significant swelling in his groin. I was intrigued. Was he that big naturally, or was he a bit stiff from the scenery?

Harvey and I settled onto one side of the couch in front of the TV, while Bob got the movie going, something that starred Frankie Avalon and Annette Funicello. Tanya sat on the other side of Harvey, while Bob had to sit alone in a giant chair at a slight angle to the end of the couch. Actually, there was room enough for a slim-hipped woman to sit fairly comfortably beside Bob, but Tanya chose to sit on the other side of Harvey.

After a while, I realized Tanya was nudging Harvey in one way or another at every funny thing in the movie. He'd nudge her back, or give her leg a poke. I thought I'd feel a bit jealous, but instead, I realized I really wanted to be in the chair beside Bob. We were all laughing at the corniness of the lines, at the whole situation, at the plot. Later, another dance scene came on, and Tanya jumped up, saying "Come on everybody, let's join in." We did the twist and the watusi, laughing all the way, and when the scene was just about over Bob shouted "Musical chairs!" Somehow we all knew that he meant we were supposed to dive for a space on the couch.

It just so happened that Bob and Harvey got the spaces at opposite ends, and Tanya and I bumped butts and elbows in the middle. She was closest to Harvey, and I to Bob. No one said anything about this new arrangement. No one said, "Let's switch so that our husbands can be beside us." Instead, because of the new tight fit, Tanya and I were "forced" to press against our new partners. Bob helped out by putting his hand behind me, and after awhile I leaned my head on his shoulder. Harvey saw this, and soon his hand was in the small of Tanya's back, while it looked as if her hands were both somewhere on Harvey, one behind him, and one - I was guessing - resting on either his thigh or his tummy.

When the movie was over, Bob suggested a second one. We all agreed, but asked if he had anything more "mature." I just meant any movie that was more interesting to intelligent adults, but as we were to find out in a few minutes, Bob interpreted this in a different way. Tanya and I took bathroom breaks, and then we were all set for a second round, with new drinks and a new movie cued up. Interestingly, without saying a word, we all took the same positions on the big couch. Just before hitting play, Bob got up to turn the sunlamps way down, explaining that this made it more like a movie theatre. Harvey said, "Yeah - I like it. Like a drive-in theater, after sundown."

Tanya said, "Which is where my parents saw their first movie, actually. I think it was called Beach Blanket Bingo or something."

Bob chuckled, "This aint no Beach Blanket Bingo, kiddies." The movie he put on was one of the Emmanuelle series, though I had rarely seen anything in this style. The only phrase I have to describe it is "high-class porn." Normally, I'd be uncomfortable, but given our recent experiences, I was feeling kind of eager to try something new. I swear, I had never seen more than a few hours of a porno in my entire life. I'd wanted to indulge myself, but some part of me always said, "Good girls don't watch that kind of trash." Besides, Emmanuelle has a story line and very high quality film and camera work.

The first sex scene on the screen seemed to turn me inside out. It's hard to explain. At one and the same time, I was shocked, uncomfortable, and flushed to the nines with embarrassment and excitement. Inside of me, I felt as if hard gold was turning into soft honey. On the outside, I felt almost painfully rigid. My nipples seemed to have grown out a couple of inches, painfully pressing like hot granite against my bikini bra, and my clitoris seemed to be just the tip of a huge, hard web of nerves both contracting and expanding like a bony hand trying to grip my groin. I felt Bob's own soft hand stroking my lower back, along the top of my bikini bottoms... and then I felt a sudden desire for his other hand to get hard and desperate, to grab the stiff aching nerves pulsing in my crotch.

I sensed movements to my left, as if Harvey and Tanya were doing some light petting of their own, but I didn't want to look. I was hoping they would go as far as they could; I wanted to feel free to get another one of Bob's sexy kisses. I glanced up at the screen to see Emmanuelle and her lover sharing a smoke. I must have missed a couple of minutes of action, and no wonder! I'd been leaning into Bob's naked shoulder, nuzzling his skin with my nose and lips, all the while concentrating on the pleasure of one hand stroking so near to my sensitive butt, and the other hand lightly stroking my left arm from my elbow to the hand that I was resting halfway up his thigh.

Just at that moment, Tanya shocked me out of my revery. She announced she was going upstairs for another round of drinks, and that she was going to put some quesadillas into the oven. Harvey offered to help, and Bob said he'd pause the movie. As Tanya and Harvey headed upstairs, he said with a soft chuckle, "How much you wanna bet they're up to a little hanky-panky up there?" I laughed, and ran my hand up a little higher up his thigh.

Bob didn't hesitate. He wrapped his arms around me, and said, "Gimme one of your amazing sexy kisses." I could feel his hand run under the strap on my back, which pressed the cloth tighter against my engorged nipples, and I tried to relieve some of the pressure by pressing my breasts as tight as I could against Bob's muscular, very naked chest. I pressed him close with one hand at his back, and I raised the other hand at the top of his thigh. I realized how close I was to his manhood, and then I caught a glimpse of it. Scary! His hot-red Speedo had turned into a giant tent - he looked enormous. I moved my hand a bit higher, right up to the edge of the cloth, and... I couldn't help myself, I dug my fingertips into his thigh, massaging his very sexy thigh.

Bob groaned, and pulled back from me for a second before bringing me tight to his chest again. In that brief moment, I felt a sudden loosening of my bra. Bob had pulled the bra up over my breasts, and now one hand was between our chests, kneading my aching breasts. Every vein in both breasts flushed with blood, my pulse pounding a hard tattoo on my nipples, bursting with pleasure.

Then I did the boldest most daring thing I'd done in 15 years - I touched Bob's erection, squeezing his shaft between fingertips, trying to get a grip on it underneath the stretch cloth of his Speedo. Breathing raggedly, Bob said, "Just a second - it's going to break in half if I don't do this." With one hand, he pushed his suit down over his ass, freeing his hard-on, which twitching in the open air. I stared in wonder for all of about five seconds. Then, as if drawn by a powerful magnet, I gripped it, and began stroking the biggest naked penis I had ever seen. It was at least an inch or two longer than Harvey's, and thicker - as I squeezed him, I realized I could barely get my thumb and middle finger to meet, as I could with Harvey.

Bob kept whispering to me, "You are sssummm beautiful... sssooo hot... sssummm sssexy." I was thrashing against him with abandon. Suddenly, it dawned on me - I was close to an orgasm, like the last time, and just from the stroking of my sensitive skin, my ass, my breasts. Oh, my breasts! Bob persistently and gently turned me so that my back was to him, and my butt in his lap. This way he could pay expert attention to both breasts, while occasionally dropping a hand to my quivering thighs, coming so close, but never actually touching my sex. In the fever of the moment, that's exactly what I wanted him to do. I wanted him to bring me with one hand squeezing my engorged nipples, and the other plunging into the hot wet core of my being. As if reading my mind, Bob slowly brought the hand stroking my inner thigh up to the edge of my bikini bottom. His fingertips grazed my pubic mound, and - I couldn't help myself - I thrust my hips forward again and again in a kind of spastic frenzy, wanting him to stroke me good and hard. He dropped his second hand from my breast, and I felt a sudden panic of absence. I wanted Bob to have an extra pair of hands.

Bob's two thumbs hooked into my bikini bottoms. I panicked. NO! This was going too far. I released his cock, and grabbed both his hands to stop him. Then I felt his hot breath nuzzling my shoulder blades, and the tip of his throbbing manhood butting against my lower back. I wanted to grab that hard hot thing again, and to feel his hand at my breast once more. Again, I couldn't stop myself from arching my hips upwards, and I felt my bikini bottoms pushed roughly down to mid-thigh. Oh, such a sweet rush of sexy pleasure, knowing that Bob and I were almost naked, and giving each other such pleasure with our hands. One of his hands returned to the aching need of my breasts, and the other began stroking my sopping lips. It felt so daring, so seductive, I thought I was losing my breath. I wanted even more, though. I wanted Bob to mash my clit, to get me off right then and there, and to hell with the consequences.

I thought I heard a sound at the door. I glanced up - sudden panic! No - nobody was in the doorway! Harvey and Tanya were still upstairs - I could smell the quesadillas.

Bob had been thrusting his cock at my lower back, and sometimes along my ass cheeks, while I held onto him, squeezing him, thrilled to hear him compliment me, to hear I was driving him crazy. Then he jerked back down from my hand, shifted his crotch lower, and brought his penis up into the valley between my thighs. This was really crazy! We were almost totally out of control. I now think I must have started coming right about that time, with Bob's hand stroking my clit, a fingertip occasionally dipping into me to gather the sweet moisture, and adding into the heady mix the stroking of his shaft along my slick groove. If I didn't start coming then, I definitely started about half a minute later - the very second I felt the bulbous knob of Bob's cock start pushing at the opening to my sex.

I was trying to say NO! Seriously! In my mind I wasn't ready for this, I was looking for the switches that would take this runaway train off the track. My body was betraying me, though. I was rocking with pleasure, one spasm after another, and each jerk of my flooding hips drove Bob's heavenly mast another pleasurable inch deeper into the core of my womanhood. At long last, Bob was all the way in. I could feel the hard bulbous knob tickle the tip of my cervix. To my amazement, I felt another orgasm start to gather steam, a new round of pleasurable spasms suffusing my thighs.

Bob thrust hard into me about 15 times, and each time I felt myself another degree closer to the really Big One. I heard him say that he'd had a vasectomy. It was a question as well as a comment - he was telling me he was about to come. Again I felt I needed to say NO! The idea of his hot seed splashing into me was going WAY TOO FAR! But the very idea of it brought me closer to my release. And it was sweet of him to ask, so sweet and sexy of him to say we were safe.

Then I could feel his monstrous piston swell, then pause for a delicious few seconds before a final urgent thrust mashed lovingly against my cervical wall, and I felt the first hot surge of semen touch every electrical switch in my volcanic core. I started coming again, giving right back to my lover a hot violent spasm of pleasure for every one of his six or seven thrilling eruptions.

I laid back against him... utterly spent... for about two or three lovely, guilty, still thrilling minutes. We heard steps on the stairs, and Bob - thank goodness - had enough energy to grab a throw blanket from the back of the couch and drape it over our partially nude bodies.

Tanya spoke first, "I'm sorry, guys, but I let the quesadillas burn." Harvey said, "Actually, umm, I think I should share the blame for that."

We all knew exactly why. We'd share the details later. All Bob could say, right at this moment, was "That's too bad. I'm really hungry."

Again, we all knew why, and we all started laughing. It was the kind of crazy goofy laughing you do when you're high, or someone right out of the blue says something completely off the wall. Harvey came over to me, grabbed my head between his hands, and gave me loving kiss. Tanya did the same, saying afterwards, "Okay, I think it's you guys turn to find some food. Harvey and I have some unfinished business."

She led him over to couch near the computer station, as if they knew Bob and I had marked the TV couch as our own territory, while Bob and I headed upstairs to microwave some pizza. We decided to wait 15, 20 minutes before cooking the food and bringing it down, and we spent the time talking, necking, making out a little. I didn't think I could possibly need any more full-on sex that night, but we re-started the Emmanuelle movie after the pizza, and sometime before the end of it Tanya dragged Harvey back over to the loveseat at the back end of the room. All inhibitions gone, Bob and I stripped down and had a good long screw. I didn't come this time, but it was somehow deeply satisfying. The four of us got together again at least once every couple of months for the next five years.

A couple of times, we got together with different couples, but that's another story. As far as swinging is concerned, the first time was the wildest, the best - but I feel I need to put all of this into some perspective, especially since I'm writing this years later, during an illness that seems to be getting the better of me. The pleasure in sharing with others was good, but it was just a small part of our lifestyle. Harvey and I knew that the greatest love was between us, and only between us. The deepest and most complicated pleasures in life don't always come from our sexualities. These pleasures are, strangely, married to our pains, to the tragedies and triumphs we experience, to the faithfulness of our partners as our lives hit their ups and downs. The beauty of our friendship with Bob and Tanya was that they knew this, and we all just lived and let live, taking our swinging pleasures only when they seemed most ripe.