The Joy of Candi Ch. 01

Jim fucked me for what seemed like five minutes and I was gathering myself for an orgasm when the woman on TV suddenly screamed and collapsed beneath the weight of her own orgasm. Damn! The tape quickly went to black and Peter pushed the pause button with a smile.

"Times up," he said with a laugh. "Good job, but the rules clearly state that all activity must stop when the scene ends."

I looked up and over at Peter and Michelle with a hazy, distant kind of look. I slowly reentered normal orientation and my breathing slowed. I could feel Jim exit my body but I was still in that lovely state of erotic bliss. Michelle started to applaud and the two men joined in. This helped to bring me all the way back and I stood, grabbed the towel from the floor and slowly wrapped it around my body. I did this not from shame, but simply because I knew it would create more mystique when I had my next scene.

We all decided to take a little break and freshen our wine glasses before proceeding. I gave Jim a big kiss and then decided, what the hell, and gave Peter a big kiss as well. Michelle just smiled at me before turning to go to the kitchen. I followed her in there and walked up behind her.

"Well, Michelle, what do you think?"

"You are a sexy woman, Candi, and that was really hot. I hope I can do as well." Even though Michelle's words seemed to reflect some doubt, there was an intonation that almost came across as a challenge. I didn't want to impact that resolve so I simply said, "I can't wait to watch you and Peter."

When we were all settled again (I had my hand placed on Jim's medium hard prick), the tape was started again. The third scene was really filmed well – there was almost a professional quality to it. It was set in a large playroom in a home and two men were shooting pool. It was clear that one man was losing heavily to the other. Their discussion was interrupted by the presence of the loser's wife who was bringing them beers. At this point, the story line became clear. After her departure, another wager was arranged where the wife was put up as collateral. The loser loses again, and the friend gets to have sex with the wife as a payoff.

All four of us were watching this setup intently and as the sex began it was clear that there was going to be a lot of sex going on in the living room this evening as we watched the rest of the scene. Peter was rubbing Michelle's body and she had her hand in his lap as well. Jim had a finger just outside my pussy and was playing with the folds of my lips. On screen, the wife got over her initial annoyance and then began to fuck the husband's friend in a frenzied fashion. The husband had to stand by and watch but when the wife hit a certain point she begged him to fuck her mouth. The two men took turns fucking her in a number of different positions before cumming all over her face.

The sexual temperature and tension in the living room was rising quickly so I pushed the pause button when the movie action ended.

"OK, guys, ready for your big scene?" I asked.

Peter and Michelle looked at me and then at each other. "I guess you have to start somewhere," Peter responded.

I pushed play for just a minute and the TV brightened into a scene of a woman in a string bikini lying in a beach chair beside a pool. I decided to stop it immediately.

"Michelle, go upstairs and get you outfit on," I demanded. "And be quick about it." I had decided to take control of this scene. Michelle looked at all of us but then realized that it would only take a minute and that it would add to the realism of the scene.

She returned quickly wearing a tiny bikini I had never seen before. She looked great and it was clear that she (like me) had very little hair around her pussy. She layed down on the couch and said she was ready.

The movie began again and the woman was applying oil while clearly getting herself off in some way. As her hand moved down between her legs, I encouraged Michelle to do the same thing. Like Jim, the pent-up foreplay of the last few hours overcame her and Michelle began to rub herself vigorously. I suddenly felt bad for Peter because the scene apparently was a solo one. However, suddenly the camera showed a worker behind a fence watching the woman stroke herself. He had his prick in his hand and he was stroking himself in time to her motions.

"Get it out, Peter," I shouted. "C'mon, big boy, let's see what you've got." I was laughing as I spoke, but I was also curious. I figured Peter was on the large side and I was not surprised when my hunch proved correct.

Peter took his hardened cock in his hand and began pumping himself. The action on TV became obvious and our two "actors" in the living room had no problem following the plot without watching. The woman on the film saw the man and called him out from behind the fence. She chastised him for watching her and then made him lick her pussy.

Jim and I spoke encouraging words as Peter went to the edge of the couch and began licking Michelle's pussy. I changed my position so that I could watch Michelle from below her legs. Her pussy was clearly wet and wide open. Peter took long lingering licks and she was beginning to moan her approval.

Suddenly Jim noticed that in the movie the man was now fucking the woman in the missionary position. Peter needed no encouragement to quickly hammer his fully erect cock into Michelle's pussy and the two began to rock in time. Peter was clearly aroused as he pounded into her.

"As your director, I must remind you that you have to do what is done on camera. Furthermore, if you do orgasm in your first scene, you may not be able to handle later assignments," I said. I wasn't trying to ruin their fun, I just wanted to remind them of the unique circumstances – and frankly, I wanted the game to continue as long as possible.

My words were enough to distract them from a mutual orgasm immediately. The movie scene changed so that the man was now sitting sideways on the lounge chair and the woman sat atop his cock. Not only did Michelle and Peter change into that position but Jim and I sat directly in front of them watching from the same angle as the camera in the movie. Peter's dick and Michelle's pussy were literally inches from our faces. It was incredible. They continued like this for minutes until I finally stole a glance at the TV and realized that a completely different scene was taking place.

I shouted, "Times up," and watched as Peter and Michelle also had to come back to reality from their sexual otherworldliness. "You guys looked beautiful together," I added, "Absolutely incredible."

"You are a beautiful woman, Michelle," Jim said. "Maybe someday you and I could do a scene together."

"It's against the rules, horny boy," I said as I poked him in the ribs. "You're stuck with me."

"It's against the rules TONIGHT….and rules can always be adjusted over time."

Once again it seemed that we all needed to take a few minutes. Michelle put her swimsuit back on and went off to the bathroom. Peter and Jim were back in their briefs and I had my barely sufficient towel on. There was a comfortable feeling among all the participants – this clearly was not a disaster. I was proud but not surprised by the way everyone was handling the evening.

But there was also an increased urgency about the night. I didn't know about everyone else, but I needed to get off – and in a hurry. I was glad that Jim and I would go next and that I could do just that. Before rolling I suggested that we really didn't want to sit through too many more scenes and everyone readily agreed to this change. I suggested that 4, 5, and 6 would represent 1, 2, and 3 from now on (Jim and I had made this same change when we played the game at home). Jim rolled a 1 and Peter rolled a 5 for the next round of enjoyment. Jim and I were settled in on the floor and I noticed that Peter was slowly rubbing Michelle's upper thigh and pussy as we watched the screen once again come alive.

Well, it was a scene that Jim and I were supposed to enact but it clearly was going to be difficult. The movie began with two women coming home from a shopping trip. As they were putting down their bags full of new purchases they were bemoaning that fact that their husbands were out golfing and would probably be late after spending some time on the nineteenth hole.

I looked over at Michelle and our eyes locked for a minute. She didn't look scared exactly, but I was sure that it was clear to her where this scene was going. I stated the obvious, "Maybe we should skip this scene. I'm not sure that Jim and I can do it justice."

I knew what Jim's response would be, but I was surprised that Peter actually beat him to it. "No way! The purpose of the game is to experience new things and it is clear that we have two actresses here that are perfect for these roles. This is no time to beg off."

"Alright," I answered, "But you guys are going to be without any relief for some time." I knew that I had to initiate the action, so I stood up and walked over to take Michelle's hand. "Come with me, baby. The boys want to realize one of their fantasies."

In her obviously stimulated state, Michelle had no problem with my request. On screen, the girls were modeling their new purchases for each other, but I knew that it would become more than a fashion show. I motioned Melissa to the floor and the two of us faced each other while still kneeling. I kissed her long and hard and then dropped down to her neck and gave her a teasing bite. My towel had slipped off of my body and I felt her hands push it further away. I did the same with her small bikini top and then I slowly eased her back so that she was the first to be lying on the floor.

Michelle rolled her hips slightly as if to signal her willingness to have me remove her bikini bottom. I could see the same puffy lips and her engorged clitoris that I had recently seen in action with Peter. I leaned forward and began to lick and suck her crotch. I could tell that she immediately went into a heightened state of arousal. I had had a number of lesbian experiences in college and in my life with Jim but this was the first time I had ever tasted someone in front of their life partner.

When I paused, Michelle barely moved from her revelry. I didn't want to disrupt the moment but I also wanted some attention so I shifted around into a 69 position so that my cunt was just over Michelle's face. She sensed my movement and began to kiss me tentatively. I wasn't sure but I suspected this might be Michelle's first time with a woman.

A quick look at the TV showed me that the actual movie was not progressing as fast as Michelle and I were. A quick look at Peter and Jim showed me that they thought we were progressing just fine. Jim whispered, "You're beautiful, Joy," using the pet name for me that we both understood to represent my wild, unfettered sexual side. Jim liked to see Joy surface.

I continued to enjoy Michelle in this way and I could feel her tongue increasing in intensity and deliberation. That slow, rolling orgasm that would lead to a shattering spasm was building inside of me.

Suddenly, from the TV came men's voices and Michelle and I both looked up to see that the onscreen story had evolved in a perfect way for our private sex party. The "husbands" had returned home to find their wives in a lesbian embrace. They quickly dropped their jeans and joined the scene.

Peter and Jim both let out screams of delight and joined Michelle and me on the floor. I wanted to stay in the pseudo-69 position so I sat upright and stuck my ass further backwards. "Fuck me, Jim," I demanded, and Jim began to enter my sopping vagina just above Michelle's face. Peter came around in front of me and began to plow Michelle's pussy. It was a perfect moment for us both – feeling the sensation of being totally filled with cock just as we were reaching the point of needing it, while also being able to watch another cock close up.

When Peter slowed his stroke into Michelle's cunt I could bend down and lick her clitoris a bit. I could feel her tongue on me periodically. The sensation of being lifted into a higher and higher sexual orbit filled my body and soul. I was becoming weak in the knees (literally) and knew that I had to lie down before I hurt myself (or someone else). I reached behind me and pushed Jim away so that I could shift down to floor level.

I decided to lay in the opposite direction of Michelle so that our heads were side-by-side. I leaned over to kiss her but her expression was one of intense satisfaction and distraction. I again kissed and bit her throat but she paid little attention. Her focus seemed to be solely below the waist at this point.

In the position we were in, Jim and Peter could watch each other fuck their wives. I know that men are very visual lovers (certainly Jim is) and so this must have heightened their satisfaction. Both of them were getting much louder verbally as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh also increased. I reached over to hold Michelle's hand as I briefly caught her ethereal expression. I, too, closed my eyes and began to focus on my orgasm.

I was proud of the way that evening had gone and proud of my part in inspiring it. I was completely sated with my husband fucking me hard while holding my friends hand and knowing that things like this would continue to occur in the future. I had no doubt that this was the beginning of more such events and that last realization pushed me over the edge. I screamed out in lust as an orgasm welled up from deep inside of me. My hips bucked against Jim's body and I felt him tighten and erupt inside of me.

Almost simultaneously, Michelle's grip on my hand tightened and she clearly reached the peak of her sensation. She was not a screamer like me but her breathing became accelerated and her body also rocked up and down off of the floor. The chain reaction was complete as Peter emptied himself inside of her. The sounds of flesh against flesh diminished but the assaults of the other senses were undeniable – the smell of sex, the feel of sweat, the sound of accelerated breathing trying to get back under control. One could almost hear the heartbeats of four very excited people.

Michelle spoke the first words. "That was absolutely incredible!" We all murmured our concurrence. "No," she said, "I mean it. That was the most incredible sensation I have ever experienced."

"Yeah, it's a good game," Jim answered humorously. "I thought you girls were damn good in that scene." Of course, we all realized that we had stopped looking at the TV long ago.

As we began to disentangle, Peter began to ask Jim if this was something we did often.

"The game of 'Anything They Can Do" or "playing" outside our marriage generally?" Jim asked.

"The latter," Peter responded. I could tell that Michelle was refocusing on the conversation.

"We've tried some things like this in the past. It really started when Candi did a threesome with Sam and me at the beach. (Sam was from a different circle of friends than Peter and Michelle, but they had met him enough to know who we were talking about.) Since then we have tried some other things, but never with anyone really close to us. I think that was why this was so special. We really like you guys."

"And we feel great with you," Michelle added. "Thanks for tonight."

I think we were all sort of pondering what had begun and excited about the possibilities, while at the same time recognizing that we didn't want to overanalyze the situation too quickly. I decided to throw in my two cents worth.

"OK, then," I said, "I am ready for a glass of wine for the road and then I have one last suggestion to make. Can somebody find it in their heart to get me a drink? And by the way, I don't want anyone to put on any clothes. Let's all stay naked."

Since we were all in very good shape and because of what we had just experienced, my suggestions was accepted and we all headed back into the kitchen. We talked about other things for awhile and drank some wine and had some appetizers. But sexuality hung in the air and ultimately the issue of Jim and my activities came up again.

The surprise was that it was Michelle that wanted to hear all of the details about our weekend getaway (as related in some previous memoirs on Literotica), so Jim and I began to regale her with the tale. I sensed that the idea of being with two men was intriguing to Michelle so I didn't avoid any details or any chance to talk about my feelings throughout the weekend. It also gave me an opportunity to convey how I thought they should look at their activities tonight without seeming to preach to them.

The fact was that because Jim, Sam, and I had been so open and frank that weekend the sex was terrific and didn't harm our personal relationship. I wanted the same thing between Peter, Michelle, Jim and me.

As I told how Sam and Jim had finally fucked me together that last night, I could see that Jim and Peter had fully erect dicks. As I was finishing my tale, I had to call it to Michelle's attention (although I think she already knew).

"Michelle, we have a problem. Well, actually, we have two problems – two huge cocks that seem to need some administration."

"What should we do about that, Candi?" she answered coyly. "I feel a little sore right now."

"I know that we said there would be no penetration between non-spouses, but I do think we all should get to know each other a little better. Jim always tells me that I give great blowjobs and I have heard Peter say the same about you. I think that you need to take care of Jim and I will take care of Peter. The first one to make them cum, gets the prize."

"But what's the prize, Candi?"

"We'll figure that out tomorrow," I said as I stood up and walked over in front of Peter. He was more than willing to accept my offer as he pushed his chair back from the table so I could have free access to his cock. After the events of the night and my "bedtime story" he was rock hard as I began to stroke and suck him. I cupped his balls and rolled my tongue down the length of his dick.

I could hear noises at my side that indicated that Michelle was in the same position with Jim. I looked up at my husband's face and it was clear that Peter hadn't lied about Michelle's prowess with her tongue.

It was no contest, though, as to who would cum first. I accelerated my sucking of Peter and felt his large cock slip past my tongue and down my throat. I squeezed the bottom of his shaft and felt the seed start to erupt inside my mouth. I was tempted to have him cum on my face so that Jim would have a visual for his orgasm, but I also sense that Peter wanted to cum inside of my mouth so that it seemed like a cunt. I held him inside me and his hips bucked repeatedly as he finished his orgasm.

As I finished licking him clean, I could hear Jim's murmuring grunt that I had heard so often in the past. He, too, had an opportunity to cum inside another woman's mouth for the first time. He and I both certainly hoped it would not be the last time with this particular woman. As Michelle and I both pulled away from the men's chairs, it seemed an obvious gesture to turn and kiss each other.

It was not a kiss of cum-swapping, not some trumped up erotica for a movie camera. Just a kiss between two woman who had shared their men, shared their sexuality, and shared their love for an evening. It was something that somehow sealed the good feeling that surrounded the evening.

I knew that after Jim and I left, Peter and Michelle would have a lot to talk about. I knew that the four of us would need to decide where all of this was going to go. But as I kissed Michelle, I felt only a sense of warmth, of fulfillment, of thanks. It was great to be married to Jim. It was great to have friends like this. I loved my life.