Four For More

He was handsome. That much had been very obvious to Kate the minute she had met him. He was tall and fit and cut a striking figure in the suit he wore (this time, it was a gray one with a stark white shirt and black and red tie, making him a devilish sort of apparition). He had tossed his jacket across one of the chairs in the hotel room, revealing his black and red suspenders (a nice and classy touch, Kate thought), and had instantly started to work on the bottle of champagne.

"This is a nice room," Kate muttered, half to the others there, and mostly to herself. She'd never been in a hotel this posh. Not even on her honeymoon, where her and Sanders had taken a trip up to a mountain town and stayed in a smallish log cabin perched high above the tourist shops below. She started to feel a little rumble in her stomach.

"Yeah, we like it," Julie's voice was smooth, as she was, "we stay here as often as we can." She sat on the bed--well, laid across was a better term, stretching her legs out. Kate felt a bit intimidated by her. It was natural. While she was nearly ten years older than Kate, Julie looked like a model. Well, more accurately, someone who probably tried modeling in the past.

Her nose was a bit pointed, her eyes a little off. But she was, physically, gorgeous, with pert full breasts visible in her low cut dress, and long lean legs that trust out of her skirt.

(Earlier, at dinner, she had noticed Sanders looking at them. He had told her, one time during a midnight conversation they had in bed, one of those times when they were dating and they would go at it like rabbits then collapse into each other's arms and share secrets, he had told her he was a leg man.)

What did Kate have on Julie? Bigger boobs, bigger butt. Bigger thighs. God--her thighs. She still remembered when, as a teen, her grandmother had looked at her and sighed.

"You've got your mom's and my thighs."

She didn't understand it, but as she grew she noticed they got bigger. She tried to work them out, to tone them, and toned they got, but they were still huge.

Her concentration on Julie was broken by the pop of the champagne. She glanced over at Sanders, who was standing with his back to the wall--his normal position in life. She smiled at him, and beckoned him to come over. He smiled back and walked to her side.

"I hope you don't mind--I know the flutes are supposed to help the bubbles, but I'm old fashioned in some ways." Mark, the handsome man Kate had been admiring, poured into round, globe shaped glasses, the kind Kate had only seen in old black and white movies. The kind Humphrey Bogart would drink from.

It was amazingly sexy. And the butterflies in her stomach started again.

He handed a glass to Kate and then Julie. He then passed one to Sanders and pulled the last one up into the air.

"I suggest a toast. Nouveau depart--to new beginnings." He said while trusting his glass out. The other three responded in kind.

Kate looked as they started to sip the bubbly, she looked at how beautiful Mark and Julie were together. In their forties, with two teenage sons. Sanders and her had gotten to know them over the past weeks, thanks to a couple of dinners together and a few chats online. He was a judge--a freaking judge. She was the perfect stay at home mom who volunteered for everything. A power couple. Maybe not the kind of people Sanders and her wanted to be, but something she could respect. There was an authoritative demeanor about them, something that permeated the air around them. A quiet sense of confidence and certainty--something neither Sanders or her had.

It was so hot. She drank a large gulp of champagne to help her cool down a bit and to quiet the quakes going on in her body. But it didn't help either one.

Especially when Julie took the glass from her hand and started to kiss her.

Her lips were so soft, like...like...well, she couldn't think at that moment. But they were soft. But her tongue--it was so dominate, so powerful. So the right thing.

Julie pulled away and smiled.

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself," She walked over to Sanders, "Sometimes, I just have to go after what I want."

Kate looked over at Mark, who was removing his shirt. He wasn't chiseled, but very fit. He was smiling--an odd sort of smile, like one you saw on cartoons when the fox finally got near the egg.

"Sanders, can you help with this?" Julie had backed up to him, pulling her long brown hair aside, showing the zipper to her dress. Sanders smiled a bit, and slowly pulled it down. The black dress fell around her like the leaves of fall, revealing a black corset and garters, with thigh high hose pulled tight.

And no panties.

She walked over to Kate and kissed her again, this time a bit more forceful. Kate felt her hands start to search over Julie's body, first on her arms then her back, before finally landing around her ass. She hesitated for a minute, wondering if she should, but then she remembered the commitment she had made to herself. No backing down.

So she gave the ass a slap.

Julie pulled away and crinkled her nose at Kate, giving way to a smile of satisfaction. Kate smiled back (probably too innocently but...she couldn't take it back now).

Julie pulled Kate's blouse over her head, then peeled off her bra the same way--not taking the time to even unhook it. She felt Julies mouth immediately attach to her left breast, while her right one was being felt. She closed her eyes.

She was standing in a room with her husband and another couple. Topless. With the other woman suckling her tits. This should be wrong--no it was and she should...she should...

Julie's hand found their way between her legs. And the feeling was not in any way without pleasure.

She heard the zip of her pleather skirt (it was the sexiest thing she felt she owned), she felt it fall to her feet. She felt her nylons pulled off. She felt Julie rubbing against the silk of her underwear. She felt Julie finding her way underneath them. She felt Julie inside her.

She moaned. Maybe for the first time in ten years. But she moaned.

Julie tossed her on the bed, and spread her legs with force. She then began to eat her--oh God, it was like...like...again Kate couldn't think. She found herself pulling on the comforter of the bed. She had imagined something like this for a while--her secret she had shared with Sanders so many years ago. But it was different, different than any way she had imagined. This was better.

Kate looked at Sanders, and saw a different person. Her husband, the shy one, the uncomfortable one...he was gone. In his place was a person wearing a look of shock and awe, of someone seeing something they had imagined seeing for years, but now that it was in front of them?

Kate felt her back flatten a bit, and her muscles tense up. Then, Julie was gone. She lifted her head to see Mark had pulled Julie back by her hair. He kissed her cheek.

"Save some for the rest of us." Mark whispered, and pushed her aside. Julie smiled as he did. Now Kate could see him--he was completely naked. His erection was, well, huge--bigger than Sanders. She hoped that wouldn't frighten him. When they had first started discussing it, Sanders had specifically mentioned his discomfort with his penis size. And now Mark was there, looking like some sort of porn star.

She felt Mark pull her closer to the edge of the bed, and start exploring her with his fingers. He pulled her hand to his cock, letting her play with it. He kissed her while she did, a full powerful kiss--that air that she had felt about him now fully physical.

God, she was so turned on.

He pulled her hand away from him as he broke the kiss. He looked her up and down and he pinned her wrists on the bed.

"I'm going to enjoy this. You are going to fucking love it."

Kate just nodded.

***

He was perfect. Julie loved it when she was right. He had stood there while she had eaten his wife, mouth a bit open, simultaneously unnerved and excited about what was going on. He was exactly what she was looking for.

She pushed him against the wall he had been previously leaned against, and pressed her hand on the front of his pants. He was...well, not as big as Mark, but it would do. It wasn't size she was after. She had that. No, she wanted something else. She wanted malleability.

Since they had first met Kate and Sanders for dinner, she knew they would be perfect for Mark and her. There had never been a doubt for her. She read people very well. Mark had been the one that needed convincing.

Not because he wasn't attracted to Kate--a curvy blonde with ringlet curls? A large but firm posterior? She knew the kinds of smut he watched--things with titles Big Bottom Beauties and Ass For Days. No, it was just the soft swap bull shit. She had told him it wouldn't be an issue, but he didn't care.

"I'm not going through all this just to get my dick sucked."

No, she told him, they would do it. She knew it. Kate was the harder of the two to read--she seemed a bit reserved at first. But, near the end of their first dinner together, she had started talking about bi-curiousness and Julie knew they could have them.

Sanders? Oh, Sanders was an open book. Scared little boy of his private parts and getting his rocks off. He would do as he was told.

He. Was. Perfect.

She played with him through his pants. She heard his breathing get harder as well. She smiled and started to kiss his neck. Then she whispered to him.

"Do you want me to suck you?"

He nodded. She pulled at him hard.

"Answer me. Speak."

"Yes." His voice fluctuated a bit, like he was trying to find some hidden reserve of testosterone that would make him more manly.

"Do you want to cum all over my face?"

She could hear him swallow hard. God, this felt so great.

"Uh..uh...yeah."

"Say it."

He fumbled for words, so he gave him another squeeze, this time harder. She could see him wince a bit.

"Say it," she repeated.

"I want to come all over your face."

She patted his cock, then looked him straight in the eye.

"I do this for you, then you have to do something for me. Whatever I say. I suck you and let you cum on my face, then you eat me. You lick my ass. You eat me how I tell you to. Then, when I tell you, you fuck me. And you don't stop fucking me until I tell you."

"Yes," he whispered.

"No--you listen to me you little prick. You fucking cum before I tell you, you will be fucking done. You think you're man enough?" She pulled his head to the side where he could see Kate and Mark doing things to each other. She then pulled his face back so he could see only her.

"You think you can do that? Or should I wait for my turn and leave you standing here like a little bitch?"

His eyes narrowed. He had become determined.

"Yes ma'am." He tried to pull her close, but she pushed him back against the wall hard.

"Don't you do anything. You do what I tell you. I kiss you when I want. I do what I want when I want. Got it?" She unzipped his pants and opened his belt. "I'm in a generous mood tonight. You're lucky."

She got down on her knees and tugged his boxers down.

Malleable. She was right.

***

He hated to admit it, but Julie had been right.

He could see it in Kate's eyes, when she opened them. She was loud--he didn't mind. Loud was good.

He was glad he had listened to Julie--she had told him everything he needed.

"She's sheltered. She's timid. But she's ready to be turned loose."

He could see it when they first walked into the hotel room--the fanciest hotel in their town. Plush carpeting, a huge bed, a sitting area. Then, right on top of the entertainment center, a bowl filled with condoms of all different varieties.

Including the large size ones. His size.

He hadn't wasted time on the bed--he figured she was used to that. Instead, he pulled her to a wall and scooped up both legs. It was not his usual patented move, but one he felt confident he could risk with her. He braced his knees against the wall and was surprised when she knew enough to guide him in her.

He didn't do foreplay--that was for lesser men. All those advice columns--you have to get her warmed up, you have to stimulate her mind. Stupid. All you have to do is fuck right. A few minutes of fingering, a little bit of a blow job, then to the main course.

Fuck her like she'd never been before.

His audacity would turn most people away from him, if they knew him. Most people, all those at the courthouse, would call him a misogynist. But it wasn't about relationships. That was for smaller people.

Relationships work with mutual respect and admiration. Take Jules and him. They were very much in love--two wonderful boys, a great life. He loved Jules so much--she was so smart and intuitive and determined. And she was a fantastic lover. That's what being in a relationship was.

And so many people confused that with sex.

He never made that mistake--confusing a relationship with sex. Just because you wanted someone, just because you wanted to kiss them and suck them and penetrate them, that didn't mean you wanted to be around them or loved them. Sex was like basketball--he played with some great guys. But a few hours later, he wanted them gone.

Sex was primordial. Sex was primitive. Sex was about conquest. Like Kate. Beautiful girl who got married to early. Who never found out how good sex should be. He felt sorry for her--a little half man trying and failing to please her. Not that she had said that--but he could tell. He could tell right then, as he was pounding away at her. Her loud moans said it all--she'd been trapped too long. She needed someone to release her.

And she was so beautiful too--yeah, she was fuller with thick thighs and a big, beautiful ass. Kind of ass he'd love to bury his face in. In fact, maybe he would. He would bend her over soon, so he could see it. See the impact of his abs slamming against it. No way was he going to miss that.

He wouldn't have dated her (not that he would admit that to her, but there is something to be said of how you look to other people. Guys like him weren't supposed to date girls like her). But sex? Oh yeah--she was just the kind he needed.

She came--he felt it, every second of it. He felt her muscles tighten around him, he saw her chest go flush. For most guys, that was the cue to let go. But that was the difference between him and most guys.

That's why he was successful. That's why he was rich. That's why he had the most beautiful wife in the world. And that's why he got to still have sex with other women.

Most guys would blow their nut right then. But him? He'd let her come again. And when she did, she'd look at him like she should.

Like he was a god.

***

She let him come on her face. Oh my lord.

He had mentioned it once to Kate, and she wasn't opposed. But she didn't seem too thrilled about it.

"If you want," with a shrug of her shoulders.

But Julie? Julie had sucked him, played with him, and, when he was ready, put her face in the perfect spot.

On her order, he ran and got her a towel. And a couple of condoms from the bowl. As she had commanded.

She had laid him on the bed and made him satisfy her orally. She made him eat her ass. He didn't know if it was the humiliation that got her hot--but he liked it. He really, really, really, really liked it.

Kate wanted him to be dominate. She told him a few times that she wanted him to be that way. But he failed--he tried so hard, but everything came off like some sort of douche bag maneuver. She always reacted negatively.

The worst point was when, after a fight, she brought up the sex. About his failings at it. He had merely asked her to tell him what she wanted.

"A real man would know."

That had been a few years ago. Things were better now--she seemed to be satisfied more, and they had sex on a regular basis. But it had never been like this.

Jules made him fuck her in a position where he couldn't help but to watch Mark and Kate. He had tried to look down at her, but she had put her hand under his chin and forced his gaze up. He couldn't help but notice that Mark hadn't came. It had been like twenty or so minutes and he hadn't blown it. What kind of fucking robot was he?

Suddenly, she pulled his head down and pushed him out of her. He was throbbing and hot and hoping beyond hope that he hadn't done something wrong.

"Now, put it in my ass. And don't fucking come." Julie rolled over as she spoke, spreading her cheeks.

Kate would never let him. That was all he could think.

Kate would never let him do this.

***

After both men had climaxed a couple times (Sanders had noticed he had more than Mark), the girls spent more time together while the men watched, pleasing themselves. Sometime after midnight they all collapsed on the bed together.

"That was amazing." Julie said, her voice sounding relieved and relaxed.

"Yeah. I would say." Sanders offered, feeling more comfortable than he ever had in a group situation.

"You've got a hell of a husband, Kate." Julie smiled at her. Kate smiled back.

"Yeah, I do."

"What--no love for me?" Mark chimed in, smiling as he did.

"Honey, everyone loves you too." Julie kissed him as she spoke. She turned to Kate and Sanders. "I know, and I'm just going to say this because it's the kind of person I am, but I know these things can get awkward afterwards. But don't. It's sex and I would say we all had a good time, right?"

"Yeah. I agree. No reason for this to get that way." Kate answered, feeling more alive. "In fact, we should do this again sometime. Soon."

"Just wait till you get home." Mark winked at Sanders. "I promise you, you'll do it."

"I don't know. I'm pretty drained."

"It's a guaranteed fact. Every time we've met up with a couple, the best sex happens after we get home."

"I could go again." Kate said, looking at Sanders. She rubbed him. He smiled.

"In fact--room is paid up for the night. You two stay here, we'll head home. Check out is at 11." Mark started to gather his clothes as he spoke. "Just drop the keycards off at the front desk."

"You don't mind?" Sanders said, feeling his mojo returning by the second.

"Nope. It's on us. And message us sometime soon--we'll plan another get together in a couple of weeks. That okay, hon?" Julie nodded as he asked.

Sanders started to watch them getting dressed when Julie took him in her mouth. After that, he never even heard the door shut.