Cottage Weekend Pt. 02

Stephanie was being more aggressive with her husband. She was stroking his long bone of a cock and was half turned over top of him as they exchanged open mouth kisses. Elizabeth whispered, "Look baby, when they get going they just do it, and don't care who is watching. I think they enjoy performing."

Soon all four of us on the upper bench were clinging to each other, while we focused on the actions of Rod and Stephanie. And it was Stephanie in control. Her fiery demanding attitude was in stark contrast to her pleasant helpful attitude throughout the day.

She lowered her head to his lap and sucked in a good portion of his cock. Her hand was a blur as she stroked him. He lay back with eyes shut, his face a grimace of extreme pleasure as he attempted to contain his eruption. She moved up quickly, straddling him with her knees each side of his thighs, digging for traction on the slippery wood. She jammed her beautiful tits at his face and moved her pussy over his throbbing knob.

Elizabeth groaned, "God, that's so hot, need you soon babe." With that she dropped her head down to my lap and fastened her mouth around my cock, almost biting it as she clamped around the knob. Despite this attention I continued to watch Stephanie screwing her husband just below me. It had to be the hottest few minutes of my sexual life. It was better than watching a hot porn video clip while being sucked off.

Stephanie was now in full swing, her beautiful ass raising up and hammering down relentlessly. Soon her ass cheeks clenched, indicating that she was in orgasm. Her arms were wrapped around Rod as they sat there motionless after the frantic action. She raised her eyes and looked at the four of us staring down, her eyes hooded as she took a few last humps on her hubby.

There was more triumph in her demeanor than embarrassment. In fact, there was no embarrassment at all, but the look of a performer who knew that she had done well. Rod's body trembled as she coaxed out his last jolt. After a minute or so, they stood up and smiled at us and left the room shortly followed by the sound of a splash as they dove into the lake.

It had been like watching a porno movie in 3D. To say that we were all aroused would be an understatement. The ladies swung up over our laps in unison, presenting their nipples and pussies for full attention.

Recalling Elizabeth's reluctance to fuck in the lake or shower I whispered into her ear, "I thought that you did not like it with too much moisture." Her response was to fasten her lips on mine at the same moment that she lowered her pussy to swallow my knob. There was some resistance in her slit, the steam having reduced lubrication, but she persisted and my cock worked its way into her, parting the silky folds inside her pussy until I had fully entered her.

She sat back, squirming her hips in a slow grind, our eyes met and then we both glanced over at our mates. Angela had somehow consumed all of Gordon's big cock and was sitting upright on him in much the same fashion as Elizabeth was on me. She looked at me and leaned over to kiss me, a nice soft lingering kiss as she massaged another man's cock. Elizabeth followed suit with Gordon. And then the two ladies kissed each other. I love seeing women kiss passionately. The softness of their kisses is at another level, much the same as the way they suck each other's nipples. As they withdrew from each other, their tongues were still partially extended as if reluctant to part.

And then, we re-entered another world, solely intent on pleasuring our new partners in sex. Elizabeth held on to my shoulders with her extended arms, her lovely tits moving in concert with the movement of her hips and ass. I had a full view of her body as she slipped up and down my shaft. I caressed and cupped her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her nipples as she rose and fell on my lap. I reached down and parted her slit, exposing her small clit as it rubbed against the shaft of my cock. I rubbed it with my thumb, exciting her and driving her to increase the speed of her movements until she was driving down hard on my lap, her ass cheeks slapping my upper thighs.

There was nothing casual about this session, no request to slow down or hold a while. In my mind at least, the performance by Stephanie had reduced the need for additional foreplay and I was fully intent in getting off in my beautiful partner. She had clamped hard around my cock and was almost motionless, her arms circling my neck and her tits tight to my chest, as my body jerked with the release of my burning cum. We turned now to watch our mates coupling loudly besides us.

Gordon had taken command and had Angela on the floor bent over bracing herself on a bench. He was standing behind her, one hand down on her hip, the other on his own waist and slicing his big cock in and out of her in long swoops. He was methodical and thorough, finishing off each thrust with a slam of his hips on my wife's steamy ass. She was grimacing with each thrust before starting to tremble and shake causing Gordon to steady her with both hands, one under her holding a tit and the other squeezing her hip. Her gyrations got him off and as they shook and jerked he pulled her up against his chest, his big hands each holding a breast. She turned her head; her mouth open and he slid his thick tongue into it. Her eyes closed as he continued to turn and twist his cock in her pussy.

I became aware of our surroundings again. The muffled sound of the sauna steam, heavy mist around the yellow light bulbs, and the breathing of the four of us, no words yet spoken. It had been a great couple of hours and we were totally spent from the heat and the wild sex. A jump into the cold waters of the lake seemed like a more sensible action now then when we had first entered the sauna. Stephanie and Rod were still in the lake as we all bailed in from the walkway. It was an experience. The expected shock of the cold water on my over heated body did not materialize as it took some seconds for the body to recognize the differential.

We were quiet again. We dried off at the boathouse and walked together to the main house in robes. Rod and Stephanie went off to their apartment while the four of us gathered in front of the fireplace to sip wine and recover from an exhausting evening of pleasure.

Angela pulled me to one side to discuss something. Elizabeth had done the same with Gordon. Angela said, "Elizabeth and I would like to change partners for the rest of the night. Would you be alright with me sleeping with Gordon?"

I have to admit that this was not something that I had expected; it seemed to be a step too far. She sensed my reluctance and said, "She really likes you babe and thinks that you are a wonderful lover. She says that you have magical fingers."

I smiled, "And I guess that you feel the same about Gordon do you? What do you like most about him?" This was a bit of a peevish comment and I immediately felt guilty for stating it.

But she took it calmly and smiled, "You know damn well what I like most about him."

I relaxed and we agreed to the switch assuming that Gordon also went along with it. But I knew that he would, he had been following my wife around like a lap dog since our arrival. I did request that we be back with our legal partners before dawn. It just didn't seem right otherwise. And oh yes, there was a growing tenderness between Elizabeth and myself, an important ingredient for pleasurable sex, along with the thought that it would be nice to screw her in a bed.