An Alignment of the Stars

He took a deep breath. "We talked about what it might be like to come out of retirement for a night." He paused. "With you guys."

There it was. Molly and I looked at each other for several long seconds, then over at Zeke and Angie, then back at each other. We traded nervous smiles. I could feel my heart racing. Molly stood up and took my hand. "I think Will and I need a minute." I got to my feet, and she led me out onto the deck.

*

"Well?" I said.

"Well, yourself." Her eyes sparkled in the moonlight. She seemed wired all of a sudden. "It was them you were thinking of, right? Zeke and Angie? When you asked me about group sex?"

"Not originally - I didn't have anyone in particular in mind then. But yeah, eventually. I know these guys and like them and trust them, and they're sexy as hell. I could happily do this tonight, but only if it feels completely right to you, too. Remember what we said about that."

Molly put her arms around my waist and looked up at me. "Will, as soon as we got in the door here yesterday and you introduced Angie and Zeke, I had a premonition that this might come up. I mean, even before you told me about the Danbys and everything. They may have been in retirement, but they still have that vibe. That's what I was working through today - how I felt about having it come up."

"And?"

She gave me a smile I can only describe as lascivious, and hugged me hard. "Let's party," she said.

*

Hand-in-hand, we walked solemnly back into the living room. Angie and Zeke looked up - now they were the nervous ones. We waited a few seconds, allowing the suspense to build. Then, letting go of Molly's hand, I smiled and squeezed Zeke's shoulder. "You're in for a treat, partner," I said. Instantly, the tension vanished - it was all anticipation now. I stroked Angie's cheek and looked into her lovely green eyes. "And so am I."

Angie stood, and again, I felt the lightest touch of breasts and belly and thighs against me. She took my face in her hands and pressed her lips softly to mine. Her mouth opened slightly and our tongues began to dance. We moved toward the other sofa. Molly, meanwhile, plunked herself down on Zeke's lap, straddling him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey, big boy," she purred, "want to fool around?"

It took no time at all for matters to heat up. Two minutes later, I was half on top of Angie, kissing her throat and rubbing my palm over her hard nipples through her silky top. Her skirt had ridden up her thighs, and she was gently humping my leg. I could feel her fingernails on my back.

I raised my head and looked over at Molly and Zeke. She was still on his lap. His hands were under her top, and he was fondling her breasts. She had her tongue in his mouth; one hand held the back of his head, and the other was stroking the very prominent bulge in his shorts. That's my wife - once she makes up her mind to do something, she doesn't fuck around. Zeke's hands reappeared, and breaking off their kiss, he pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside. Her pointy little breasts were bobbing right there in front of him, He circled the nipple of one with the tip of his tongue, then closed his lips around it. Molly shivered with pleasure.

"Let's get more comfortable," Angie whispered, and pulled me to my feet. She took the cushions off the sofa, and spread them on the carpet. Then, turning back to me, she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off. I lifted her top over her head, and released her skimpy bra. As it dropped away, her breasts spilled into my waiting hands and I held them, cupping them, stroking them, feeling the contrast between the smooth, soft undersides and the tauter, rougher, areolae and nipples. She sighed, and unbuttoned her skirt; it slipped to the floor. Under it, she was wearing a tiny pair of sheer, white panties.

My hands went to her waist, and I held her at arm's length - feasting my eyes on this woman I'd wanted so badly all those years before. She seemed lusher, riper - rounder in the hips and fuller in the breasts than she'd been at 28; even more than before, she was every man's wildest erotic dream. "If my 18-year-old self could only see you now," I said quietly. "He thought you were hot then; you're incredible now."

She started unfastening my belt. "What that 18-year-old fantasized about doing with me . . .," she murmured, looking deep into my eyes, "do it tonight. All of it." She opened my jeans, and sinking to her knees, she pulled them and my briefs down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. She knelt before me and ever-so-deliberately ran her fingertips the length of my rock-hard penis, then took me in her mouth.

I looked over at Molly and Zeke. He was still sitting on the sofa, but now he was naked. Molly was standing in front of him, and he was peeling off her shorts and panties. Both had damp spots - Molly gets really juicy when she's turned on. She stepped out of them; he pulled her to him, his hands on her fine little ass, and stuck his tongue in her navel. She stood there for a second, then she, too, dropped to her knees, and knelt between his legs. She took his sizable erection in her hand, and looked over her shoulder at me.

"We're naked, Will," she said urgently, stroking him, "I'm naked with Zeke, and I'm holding his penis, and look at it, Will, it's so big and hard. I want to lick it, is that O.K., if I lick it and suck on it? Do you want to watch me do that?"

"God, yes, baby, do it," I said. She turned back, and, leaning forward, swirled her tongue around the head of Zeke's cock. She bent farther forward, and it slid between her lips. She began to move her mouth up and down on him, as her other hand caressed his balls. There was my wife, enthusiastically fellating another man. Who was groaning with pleasure.

While the other man's wife was fellating me, I might add, and very skillfully, too. Angie's hands were gripping my ass and I was holding her head and thrusting into her mouth. Her tongue was never still. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out, gently pushed her back onto the cushions, and eased off her panties. She'd let her pubic hair grow back in; it was curly and blond. She opened her legs and the delicious scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I lowered my head to her pussy and ran my tongue the length of it, savoring her taste. She moaned.

With tongue and lips and fingers, I brought her to a quick orgasm. Letting out a little scream, she pressed her pussy against my face, then reached down for me. "I can't wait, Will," she said, "I need you in me. Now." I moved up, and, kneeling between her legs, brushed the head of my cock back and forth across her swollen, slippery clit. "Oh god, please," she said, "put it in me. Fuck me." She grabbed my cock, and guided it to the opening. "Yesssss," she hissed, as I penetrated her. It was a snug fit, but she was so wet that I slid all the way in on the first thrust. With an easy rhythm, we started to fuck.

Across the way, Molly and Zeke had also moved to the floor. Zeke was on his back, and she was straddling him, his cock in her hand. She looked in my direction; our eyes met, though hers weren't quite focused. "I'm going to fuck him now, Will," she said, in the same strangely urgent tone she'd used before. "I'm going to fill my vagina with his big penis, and I think I'm going to comea lot. That's O.K., isn't it, Will?"

"Oh yeah, honey," I said, "fuck him. Fuck him like I'm fucking Angie - it feels so good. That's what tonight's about!"

She positioned herself, and lowered herself slowly down onto him. She had to pause every couple of inches, as her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. He had his hands on her hips, and they were staring into each other's eyes. When he was all the way in, she leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. Then she began to ride him.

It was the most erotic sight I'd ever seen: my wife, my lovely Molly, sighing and moaning as she bounced up and down on another man's thick cock, her breasts jiggling with each stroke. I pumped faster into Angie's tight pussy in response.

All at once, Angie stopped me. "I want to see them, too," she said, shifting her hips so that I slipped out of her. She rolled over, and raised herself onto all fours. Her pussy was right in front of me, the glistening, puffy lips slightly parted. I plunged back in, reaching under to finger her rigid nipples. We were just in time to watch Molly shudder through her first orgasm.

When she was ready to go again, Zeke lifted Molly off him and rolled her onto her back. She grabbed her knees and pulled them back toward her chest, her legs spread wide. Down below, she was all slick pussy; this time, Zeke had no trouble penetrating her. He fucked her fast and hard, slapping against her, as she threw her hips up to meet him. "I'm getting close, baby," he panted, "I'm gonna come soon." "Oh yeah, lover, now, come now," Molly said. "Come inside me. Fill me up!" "Oh god, yes,now!," Zeke yelled, and with a series of stiff thrusts, he shot his load into her. As he did, Molly came again with a scream. Slowly he collapsed onto her.

Angie moved my hand from her breast to her clit, and I fingered it as I stroked furiously. I could feel my orgasm gathering. "Are you close?" I asked, "I'm getting close . . ." "Oh yes," Angie cried, "oh yes, OH YES!" I felt her spasming inside as I sent spurt after spurt into her. We sank down onto the cushions, and lay there cuddling and kissing.

Zeke was still on top of Molly. She was idly stroking his ass, and sometimes they'd whisper to each other, or exchange a kiss. Angie called over to her husband, "You still alive, old man?" "Barely," he groaned, and we all chuckled. Molly sighed when he finally pulled out and rolled onto his back, his softening cock leaving a thin string of come across her thigh. Molly's legs remained spread; her pubic hair was damp and matted, and semen was oozing from the swollen lips of her pussy. The insides of her thighs were shiny with her fluids.

"God . . .damn, that was something!" she said after a while, and sat up. "Did you guys see us? I fucked him, and it was sogood! I'm filled with his come!" Reaching down, she ran one hand between her legs, brought it up to her nose, and took a long whiff. "Yum. You have to smell this, Will. I want you to smell our sex." She stood and walked over to me, holding out her hand.

Their pungent juices were smeared across her palm, and her familiar musk had a new, briny undertone. "Very nice," I agreed. She offered her hand to Angie. "Smell us. Smell your husband and me." Angie untangled herself from me, and rose to her knees. She took Molly by the wrist, and, gazing intently up into her eyes, licked her from palm to fingertips.

"Oh, Angie," Molly whispered, and sank to the floor, facing her. They were kneeling about a foot apart, eyes locked. They leaned forward and their lips met. Angie reached out and cupped Molly's breasts, her thumbs teasing Molly's hard little nipples. Molly, in turn, covered Angie's stiff nipples with her palms, and began to move them in tiny circles. The kiss became more intense. One of Molly's hands left Angie's breasts and traveled down across her stomach. It lingered on Angie's mound for a moment, playing with her blond curls, then moved farther down, disappearing between Angie's thighs.

Angie gasped as Molly's fingers explored her. She closed her eyes. Molly broke off the kiss, and, taking Angie by the shoulders, laid her back on the cushions. Starting at Angie's throat, Molly kissed her way down her body - pausing for a while to tease and suck her nipples - until she had arrived at Angie's pussy, which was still oozing my come. She scooped a little up with her tongue. "Mmm," she said, "yummy." Then she knelt between Angie's legs, and again lowered her mouth to Angie's sex.

The sight of Molly's ass wiggling in the air as she performed cunnilingus on his wife was all Zeke needed to get his second wind. He moved behind her, his cock again huge; hesitating, he looked over at me. I smiled and nodded. Holding her by the hips, he worked himself into her, and began to pump in and out. The extra stimulation was too much for Molly - she stopped eating Angie, and started rhythmically pushing back to meet Zeke's thrusts.

Feeling her pussy abruptly abandoned, Angie opened her eyes to see what was going on. She smiled and shook her head when she saw Zeke and Molly, then, in one smooth motion, she shimmied over, threw her leg over me, and lowered herself onto my own magically revived erection.

The smell of sex, already heavy in the room, thickened as the four of us made love this second time around. There were moans, and gasps, and all sorts of little cries. It was as though we were in some sort of X-rated cocoon, all rules suspended for the duration, with mutual passion and pleasure being the only imperatives.

Molly was the first to come. I watched her face tighten and her body shake as the orgasm washed over her in waves. It seemed to go on forever. By the time it was done, she lay sprawled on the carpet, panting. Zeke moved over and kneeled above me, offering his cock, slick with Molly's juices, to his wife. As I fondled her breasts and stroked up into her, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and began to masturbate him; her lips closed over the swollen head. I felt a hand on my cheek, and there was Molly pressing her lips to mine, plunging her tongue deep into my mouth. I could taste Angie on her.

For about a minute and a half, we were like one big fucking machine, then Angie and Zeke came, with simultaneous groans, followed by me, a moment later. Zeke and I spilled into Angie from both ends, and though she did her best to keep up with Zeke's spurts, a couple of globs dropped onto my chest. "Allow me," Molly said. She licked them up and swallowed them down.

Angie slid off me, and pulled Zeke down beside her. Molly and I lay there next to them, in each other's arms.

"Wow," I said, when I'd finally regained the power of speech.

"Wow," Zeke said.

"Wow," Molly and Angie said in unison.

"I am completely and totally fucked out," I said. "That was . . . incredible. Thank you one and all."

"Sure, you say that now, but will you still respect us in the morning?" Angie asked, only half-kidding.

Molly reached over and patted her hip. Deepening her voice, she growled the standard, "Honey, I'll respect youmore!"

We all laughed, and plans were made to gather for lunch the next day - we had a lot to talk about. Molly and I found our clothes, and exchanged intense, lingering hugs and kisses with Zeke and Angie, then we were out in the warm, summer night, holding hands as we walked home.

*

"Let's not go in quite yet," Molly said.

We went around to the patio, and stretched out on a chaise longue, our arms around each other. There was just enough moon to see by.

"I want to be sure we're O.K.," Molly said.

"I think we are. Are you worried?"

"Was it all right seeing me with Zeke? Seeing me enjoy it so much?"

"Oh god, yes. What about seeing me with Angie?"

"It was amazing. I loved watching her when she came."

"Speaking of which, you never told me you liked girls."

"I didn't know I did. But at that point, with Angie, things had gotten so intense that gender just wasn't an issue any more."

"You can bet it was still an issue for Zeke and me."

"It's such a no-no for guys, isn't it? Too bad - guys are fun. You might really be missing out on something."

"What did you like best?"

"I think it was when we were fucking the first time, and I'd pulled back my legs so I could be wide open to him. We were going at it like . . .animals, and the whole time, I knew you were watching. It wassoerotic. What about you?"

"That was hot, all right, but I think my best moment was seeing you lying sprawled on those cushions looking absolutely debauched, with your pubic hair all tangled and wet, and his semen running out of you." My penis began to swell at the memory. Molly felt it, and wiggled her pelvis against me.

"If you liked that, then you're in luck - I'm still pretty messy down there. He must have come a quart."

We lay quietly for a while.

"You know," I said, "at lunch tomorrow they may ask us if we want to do it again."

"I couldn't, Will, at least not until we've lived with this one for a while. I think we need to see how it's going to sit with us. Maybe we'll want to do it again, maybe once will have been enough - we'll have to see. What do you think?"

"That's exactly how I feel. It's way too soon to know."

"I feel really close to them, though," Molly said.

"Me too."

"Even without sex, I think we can be good friends."

"I think you're right."

She was so beautiful in the moonlight. "There just aren't enough words for me to tell you how much I love you," I said.

Molly stretched like a cat, and gave my cock a squeeze. "No?" she said with a naughty smile. "Then maybe we should go inside and you could try to show me, instead."

"Hmmm," I said, "I suppose it's worth a try."

We were pretty bleary-eyed at lunch the next day . . .

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