As I sipped my coffee enjoying the view of my nude wife from behind getting ready in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but smile. For a woman of forty, Rachel was still such a stunner, with soft and supple B-cup tits, an amazingly round ass and thighs you want to use for ear muffs. I know my cock isn’t the only one she makes hard.
“Don’t forget we have the pumpkin carving trail with Brian and Leyla today,” Rachel yelled over the sound of her blow dryer.
I most certainly hadn’t forgotten. Brian and Leyla were our best friends, with whom we often planned outings, pool parties and fun hot tub nights. They were very sexually adventurous just like us, and the conversations were always great and the tip sharing even better!
“I haven’t forgotten, and I told Brian we would stop at their place when we got back into town for a few drinks and some hot tub time," I replied with a grin.
“Oh yay! I love hot tub time," Rachel replied while giving me a little wink over her shoulder.
Rachel and I had always pushed our sexual boundaries whether with mild bondage or toys and even made a few trips to a local swingers' club in town. We had never played with any other couple but just enjoyed the free, no-judgment atmosphere where people were more like us. The naked women everywhere were certainly a plus for me and while she never said anything, I know the abundance of cock didn’t bother her.
“Come on, babe, we are going to be late," Rachel said.
“I know, just want to make sure I smell decent for two hours' round trip in the car," I jokingly replied.
As we pulled into Brian and Leyla’s I had a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, almost one of anticipation. But anticipation of what? We hang out with them all the time. Maybe it was the porn we had playing during sex the night before. We thought it was a couple filming themselves, but it turned out to be a husband filming his wife being fucked. We had a chuckle when we realized what it was but let it play out anyway.
Now I would be lying if I said I hadn’t fantasized about Rachel getting fucked by another man before, but it was certainly something I never told her. We had such a good marriage and rocking sex life I certainly didn’t want to jeopardize that. But god, the opportunity to see her, with her legs spread, coating another man’s cock with her pussy juice always got me riled up! In fact, I was getting a chubby just thinking about it.
“Stephen! You old fucking pervert, what’s up, man?" Brian yelled from his garage as I got out of the car. “So, I was looking into this whole trail thing these girls want to do and here is what I found. They have a few little beer stands along the way so we can have a few while they do their thing and Leyla agreed to drive home while we sit in the back and have a few more. Then its hot tub time when we get back.”
“Now that sounds perfect, if only we could get some backseat blowjobs on the way back too," I jokingly responded.
The ride up went well just as it always does. Brian and I sat up front while the girls made a little nest in the backseat. His truck had plenty of room and with the cargo bed, we always had room for luggage when we took cabin or camping trips together. The conversation was typical except for when Rachel loudly and happily started blurting out about the video we watched during sex the night before and even started describing the sex.
Rachel popped up, “Oh my god, this guy was filming his wife getting fucked by another man! He was so into it, moving around for the best camera angles and talking to both, egging them on really. It really kind of turned me on and I know Stephen enjoyed it because while we were doggy, I told him to use that slut pussy and I swear his cock got even harder!”
I felt a redness overtake my face and I NEVER get embarrassed! We all do some freaky shit but what would they think of me after something like this? Especially ones like Brian and Leyla, who we could share one of the most favorite parts of our life and marriage together with. But I suppose if they were real friends, they would accept us for who we are.
“Oh damn, look at you two dirty fuckers,” Brian yelled while laughing, “but don’t worry, you’re not the only ones. Leyla and I have talked about those things before, just never actually tried them. We talk dirty like that in the bedroom from time to time but she gets frustrated when I can’t hold my load.”
“Isn’t that the damn truth!” Leyla spouted back. “Although it is fun to know that I can get him off in record time just by telling him about having some big hard cock in me!”
We all had a big laugh and the remainder of the trip up there went great. When we piled out of the truck, Brian and I shared a look knowing the girls owed us a fishing trip or something for bringing them up here, although we were going to get to relax with some beer and even have a good hot tub evening when we got back. Hot tub nights were always fantastic with the atmosphere and the company. Not to mention Brian and I had a rule that the women couldn’t wear any tops while in the hot tub. Best rule we ever came up with.
Rachel came around the truck to me and gave me a big kiss and then leaned into my ear. “Thank you for bringing us up here, sweetheart. I know it's not you guys' thing. Maybe there will be some backseat blowjobs on the way home for you boys,” she said as she walked away smiling and laughing.
All I could do was laugh and shake my head, never taking anything she said literally. She always knows how to spark me and certainly enjoys the teasing. The trail went well as the girls took the lead and Brian and I just sort of lagged behind goofing off from time to time. They did have some good craft beers at the stands, and we were certainly gaining a bit of a buzz as everyone arrived back at the truck.
“Alright, motherfuckers, let's load up and head back to the hot tub, I’m ready for some titties,” Brian yelled as he got in the back behind Leyla, who was driving.
“I agree, it's beer and titty time,” I replied while opening the rear passenger door. Much to my surprise, Rachel jumped quickly in the rear door and took a seat in the middle. Shaking my head, I climbed in as well and it was off to the house.