Couples Night

John and Holley were one of those couples everyone knows, and everyone wants to be around. At 26, John was young for being the marketing director at a major biotechnology firm, where I also worked as an engineer. Having the heir of the company as a fraternity brother helps I guess. Holley was 24, perky and outgoing. Her and Julianne both attended graduate school, though different programs. Our couples night tradition was devised at company party by my fiancé Julianne, when the four of us agreed that The Walking Dead is the best show on television. Julianne suggested we all watch together on Sunday nights, but Holley objected because of an early Monday class. Not wanting to be a killjoy, Holley suggested moving it to Mondays, and watching on DVR. She suggested they host, to make up for it. So the tradition began. They made snacks, we brought drinks: Beer and wine.

This particular night started like the others. Julianne carried two bottles of Rose, and I brought a cold twelve pack of Miller. Since leaving college, I don't drink many beers; too many un-cautious words and fights with Julianne. John on the other hand, still put them away. Often that by the time the credits rolled, five empty bottles would be by his feet. By the time we were hitting the road, he'd be slurring the goodbyes. Don't get me wrong, the women would get tipsy also. The twelve pack was ostensibly there for anyone who needed extra.

John opened the door alone and said that Holley had just interviewed for a summer internship and was getting changed. He was setting out cheese with a baguette and crackers. I drank a beer with him and chatted, and then realized I had to pee. I went down the hall to the bathroom, and without noticing the light was on, barged in.

Then froze. Holley was in her underwear , admiring her own figure. I couldn't help but suck in a breath and do the same. She had her shoulders forward to accentuate her breasts bulging out her push-up, but was sticking her ass to the side in an "aren't I just sexy" pout. Her ass cheeks spilled over a lacy red thong. It was all perfect, from the arched back to the apple-shaped ass. I knew I couldn't just stand there like a creep, so I said, "I'm sorry." She jumped a little and looked at me in the mirror. She stared for a moment then burst out laughing.

"Oh no," she said good-naturedly, "it's my fault, I didn't realize what time it was." She covered her mouth as she laughed and shook her head and then glanced down the hallway behind me. "Is Julianne here?"

"Sure is. Don't you feel rude."

She put a hand on her chest and turned around, grinning gamely. "Yes I do, just like you should for seeing this." Then she giggled and opened the adjacent door to her bedroom. I couldn't help but to stay frozen and watch her leave; her ass swung like a pendulum. She gave me one last grin before she shut the door.

When I finished, Holley was already dressed and talking to Julianne. She gave me a knowing glance and grinned, reassuring me all was cool. I joined John on the couch, where he was polishing off his third beer.

"Want another?" John asked.

"Uh, no, I'll have a water for now."

"One water for the mathlete." He chuckled. It was a running joke among the non-engineers in our firm that the engineers were all nerds. We'd get called mathletes, whiz kids, number jockeys; any number of condescending names. I ignored the childishness, comfortable that me and my fellow engineers ere typically the most fit in the company. I had just placed 2nd overall at a local half-marathon and was quite comfortable with whatever insult they wanted to sneak in.

As he got the water, I fired up the DVR. As I did I noticed Holley looking past Julianne at me out of the corner of my eye, but when I turned my head, she quickly looked away.

It was a great episode; the zombie violence was a welcome break from our collectively stressful lives. John got up to turn the TV off, and when he did, knocked over the six empty bottles now at his feet. Holley cast a glance at Julianne and rolled her eyes. When John sat down to retain his spot on the couch between Julianne and Holley, he sat down too hard, and tumbled clumsily onto Julianne's lap. He giggled, and Julianne good-naturedly pushed him back up to the sitting position.

"I'm not that drunk, I promise," he said with a fun laugh that was almost convincing.

"It's alright," said Julianne.

"The night is still young," said Holley, "Anyone up for another show?"

No one objected, so Holley flicked the TV back on, and started scrolling the DVR. She paused at "Wife Swap" obviously a favorite based on the number saved.

"This?" She asked.

"Never seen it," said Julianne. "I don't know, though. It looks weird to me."

"How so," said Holley.

"Do they actually have sex with the other person's husband? That just seems kind of wrong, and gross. Especially on TV"

"Naw, they don't." Said John loudly. "Which is kind of pussy actually. If you're gonna put up with any extra women, you should get a reward for it." He looked over at me for solidarity, but I avoided eye contact.

"The rules say you can't have sex," said Holley, ignoring John, "You're just living in a new household usually under different rules and such."

"I guess that's not so bad," offered Julianne. "I thought it was about swingers or something." She looked at me and laughed.

"No—" started Holley, but John interrupted her: "There's nothing wrong with swapping wives or girlfriends, or whatever. I've swapped girlfriends in college on a night like this. I'm all about it. I've had group sex. It doesn't matter in college. Hell, once I let a fraternity brother fuck my girlfriend for concert tickets."

"Are you serious?" Holley said.

"Sure, but only once. She said he had a little dick anyway. I didn't care, Didn't love her." The room was silent, and John immediately tried to cover his tracks. "I didn't love her like I love you."

"Gee, that's sweet," Holley said, rolling her eyes. John hugged Holley close and started cuddling her and whispered into her ear, no doubt reassuring her of his devotion.

I glanced at Julianne, who was noticeably uncomfortable. You alright? I mouthed to her. She shook her head.

"Say, babe, don't you have a paper due at noon tomorrow? You should probably get home."

She nodded. Holley and John broke from each other, and Holley said, "Oh, come on, we didn't get to watch it.

"I do have a paper," Julianne said, and shrugged. "It was great as usual though."

"Well, let Rick stay then. We hardly get good company, and I feel like staying up. Besides, there's a whole bottle left."

"And a shitload of beers," John pointed out.

Julianne looked at me. "Fine, you stay, I'll get a cab."

"Nonsense," I said. I looked at Holley, "I'm gonna drive her home, but then I'll come back and we can watch Wife Swap."

"Yay!" said Holley, waving fists of victory. "Come right back though."

"Sure thing"

"Hey dude," said John, "get some more beer."

I looked at him, said nothing, and we left.

In the car, Julianne grasped my arm and laid her head on my shoulder. "Thanks for getting me out of there. The way he was talking made me think they were about to invite us into a foursome. It really freaked me out."

"Come on, really?"

"I don't know. It's just Holley kept looking at you all night. And I know John would want too..."

I laughed. "Yeah, probably.

We drove in silence for awhile, with Julianne nestled on my arm. Then she said:

"Holley really likes you."

"That's nice."

"She kept saying how lucky I am. I think all that running is paying off. I understand though, you do look good these days."

"Thanks, babe."

"I don't know what Holley and John like to do or have in mind, but if they try to get you to do anything sexual..."

"Baby, I would never...And they would never..."

"Let me finish. If they want you to do anything sexual, and you feel like joining them, I don't care. As long as you never tell me happened, and its only this once."

"Baby, I would never cheat on you."

"It's not cheating if I give you permission. And its only tonight. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I really like Holley, and John is kind of an asshole. You can say you wouldn't, but I know you, you'd want to if they invited you. You've always been more sexual than me, so I don't mind if you have a few experiences while we're still young. And...I kind of bragged to Holley about how good you are."

"Really?" My heart started racing. I couldn't believe her words.

"I said you can control yourself and last for an hour, and always made me cum. And then she said John usually takes five minutes, and she never gets her orgasm. She said the only time she cums is when she rubs herself off after they're done fucking."

"That's awful."

"It's true. So out of niceness to her, I want her to know how it feels."

"What if I can't get her off?"

"Baby," she said, sitting up as we pulled into the driveway. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. I don't care if you get her off or not, never mention it to me, and don't even mention this conversation."

"Ok," I said steadily despite my pounding heart.

"I love you," she said, and kissed me deeply, swirling her tongue around the back of my throat.

"I love you too." She patted me on the cheek and went inside. I waited until she had gotten in and turned on the light, then pulled out the driveway, and turned back towards John and Holley's.

When I pulled in, I could hear music playing from outside. John had put on some crappy OAR and Dave Mathews mix. When I opened the door, he was dancing goofily in front of Holley, who was sipping her wine and giggling. I couldn't tell if she was humoring him or not.

"Rick!" she said when she saw me. "You're back!" She opened her arms and came and gave me a quick hug. John raised his beer. "What's up dude?"

"Nothing, I said. "Got any more beer?"

"Three left, but they're mine." He slurred. "Should have grabbed more when you were out!"

I looked at Holley and shook my head slightly, and she giggled.

"Dude, I gotta piss," John said, and slapped me on the back as I passed.

Holley watched him leave, then burst out laughing and covered her face. "I'm so sorry," She said, "What a crazy night."

"Come on," I said playfully, "we've all been the drunk one once or twice."

"Not me," said Holley. "I never have." She grinned.

"Here," I said, and grabbed a glass out of the cabinet. "Pour me some wine."

She feigned being offended, "Demanding," she said, "Demanding you are." She shook her head and laughed, then poured me a full glass of Rose. I brought it to my lips, sipped it, then said, "You really haven't been drunk since college?"

She shook her head.

"Come here." I motioned to her. She paused, then walked over, until she was close to me, her breasts nearly touching my chest.

"What?" She challenged.

"Open your mouth."

She grinned, something more than playfulness showing for the first time all evening. She opened her wet lips-"tilt your head" She did, still looking at me.

Carefully and steadily, I tipped my glass of Rose into her throat. I poured a perfect mouthful.

"Swallow." I said.

She did, then opened her mouth for more. I poured again. She swallowed. She once more opened her mouth, I started to pour, and our eyes locked, and we both realized the silliness of the game we were playing. It threw me off for a split second, and some dribbled down her chin. I wiped it with my hand, and this was too much, she burst out laughing, spraying Rose all over her shirt. She looked down at the mess, and this brought her hysterics even higher as she laughed hard, bent over, for what seemed like a minute. "I'm sorry, she said, looking up at me sheepishly. "That was just so funny."

"Come here," I said, and calmly grasped the corners of her shirt. She saw what I was doing, and raised her arms to let me pull it off. We sat there looking at each other for a moment, my eyes purposely avoiding her bulging breasts. Just then we heard a drunken slur.

"Sorry bout that, more came out than I thought." Then John turned the corner and froze. "What they hell are ya'll doing?" He demanded.

"Baby, it's not what it looks like, I spilled wine."Holley held up her shirt.

"Oh," John said, shaking his head and chuckling. "I thought...nevermind."

"I'll go change," said Holley. She walked towards the hallway, and John launched into a one-sided speech about what he thought of the local football team-too many star players without enough depth on the roster- was all I caught of his point. I was watching Holley walk down the hallway toward her bedroom. Once she reached the end, out of the sight of John, she paused and bent over slightly, glanced back at me, and pulled down her pants to reveal the top of that perfectly pale ass with the red thong. She pulled them up quickly, stuck out her tongue in a playful manner, and went into her bedroom.

I looked back at John, who was rambling in a drunken fog. I uncapped a beer and sat on the couch, and he followed my lead, still droning on. I suffered through a boring recap of the stats of last game, giving "uh-huhs" and "mmhms" needed to keep his conversation going. I was about ready to excuse myself and give up on the whole night to save my ears, when I glanced over and saw Holley grinning at us from the living room entrance. She had donned a flowery sun dress, far shorter than her knees, which exposed ample cleavage. I noticed how confidently she wore it, and was thankful she didn't seem to mind me gawking at her as I ignored John. I even noticed pretty diamond earings, which I was pretty sure weren't there before.

"Is he boring you?" Holley said after awhile.

John looked up and realized she had been there awhile and laughed.

"Not terribly," I said.

"Woah, you look hot, baby." John said, then turned to me. "Buddy, you might have to get out of here, I've got a feeling Holley wants me to take her to bed."

"But we haven't even watched Wife Swap," Holley said. "It's not fair to Rick to make him leave without watching it."

"Alright, you watch TV, we'll be in there," John said and gestured to his bedroom

"Don't be an ass, John," Holley said.

"C'mon, baby, I'm only kidding." To me: "You know I was kidding right. But you can't blame me, have you seen her ass?"

"I have, it's pretty great."

"Yes it is." He slurped at his beer. "Bet you'd love to get into that ass. Hell, I'd probably let you, if you could get me concert tickets. Not that Holley would ever agree to it."

Holley walked over, and sat in the couch in between us. She smiled, looked at me. I could smell her perfume now, and it was causing quite a stir below. She kissed John on the cheek and said"I would agree to it, John."

"Are you serious?" He said then raised his hands in a V. "Well, man, can you cough up any tickets?"

I thought about it. I didn't want to go buy him something afterward, it was too sleazy. "No," I said finally.

"How about," said Holley, "I pay for him. Haven't you been begging me to have a threesome with another girl?"

"Yeah. All the time."

"Well, if we have a threesome with John, I'll have a threesome with another girl, as long as you can convince the girl."

He nodded, then said"Deal," he said, then looked at her. "We don't have to watch Wife Swap, right?

She just laughed, and pulled us both by the arms into the bedroom. Once she got there though, she dropped John's arm and turned to me. She leaned in and bit my bottom lip, pulling it toward her. Then she ripped my shirt over my head in a single movement, revealing my taught runner's body. I looked at her in the eyes then pushed my tongue into hers hungrily.

"Oh yeah, said John, grinning as he watched. He dropped his pants and boxers in one fell swoop, revealing a chubby, semi-flaccid penis. Then he tore off his shirt, which hid a doughy torso.

Holley turned from me and grinned at John. He stroked his semi-soft cock and I pulled Holley dress over her head. She had no bra, and the same red thong.

"That's my ass," said John, and moved to grab Holley, but she smartly turned away from him, gazed grinning into my eyes, and dropped to her knees. She undid my belt buckle, and slowly dropped my pants, revealing my mostly stiff, and growing member. Her eyes widened as she noticed the length, and looked at my face as she planted three little kissed on the head, and then kissed the length of the shaft. Then she removed my pants over my feet.

Not wanting to be left out, John dropped down onto his back and positioned his face underneath his wife's ass. She stood up to let him pull her thong off, then sat down on his face, and grinded her hips a little as she squatted over him.

She looked up at me again, and grasped the length of my cock and slowly stroked it, rubbing my balls like dice between her other fingers. Then she pursed her lips and brought them to my tip. She slowly opened her mouth to allow for my member as it slid in, and puffed out her lips as she rolled them over the entire length of my cock.

What a fucking feeling. Her eyes searched into mine, my cock deep in her throat, while her hands explored my balls and taint. She repeated the movement up and down, up and down, for a few minutes, and then stood up.

The squeezed my cock in my hand, and said "Fuck me."

Then she got on the bed, on her knees, doggy-style ready. John tried to jump in line in front of me. He put his cock to her pussy, but it was too soft to put in. He tried pushing it in, but Holley whined, "John, it's too soft, you can't get it in. Besides, guests first." She moved her head from one side of the pillow to the other and looked back at me, ass high in the air.

John need next to her face, holding his now completely limp in front of her face. She said "I'm not going to lick it until its hard... Ohhhh." She shuddered as I slid my turgid cock into her pussy. Her smell had permeated the room and it was delicious. "fuck yes," She whispered as I slowly began to move in and out.

John sat up beside us, slowly tugging his loose cock. "Fuckkkk" Holley kept moaning, "Fuck me good."

"I'm next, baby" said John.

"Shhh," she weezed. Then, "Ohh fuck me, Rick. Yessss" She straightened her arms out, lifting her face off the pillow and causing her breasts to swing freely.

I started slowly, but rhythmically, pumping in a constant motion and very, very gradually increasing speed. She bucked at my hard thrusts, but I held her firmly in place by the shoulders. "Oh, Rick" she muttered, over and over. I answered with "Oh yeah"

We were interrupted by John's "I'm hard now," but Holley ignored him. He sat awkwardly handling his moderate but unimpressive member. She bucked backwards with her ass to meet my long cock. "Oh, that's the spot Rick, yes," she said with a glance at John.

John got the hint and slumped down, allowing the alcohol to drag him to sleep.

I put my hands on her dangling breasts, and squeezed firmly. "Oh yes," she shouted. I drew a hand back and slapped her ass, leaving an immediate red print.

"Yes, yes."

I reached forward with one hand pulled a hand ful of her blonde locks, forcing her head up at attention. She responding by arching her butt even more upward, allowing it to swallow my cock like it had her thong. Her smell was so thick I could I almost see it in the air. My balls were splashed with her wetness.

As I increased my speed from slow and rhythmic to moderate and thumping, I kept her head locked in position by her hair, then slipped my other hand onto her ass. I felt around for her asshole, which was not an easy target as I slammed her butt repeatedly, but I found it, and began to rub circles around it with my thumb.