Chapter 4: Best First Date

PRESENT DAY

When Annie and I finally stepped back out into the living room, the other couples were nowhere to be seen. I say “seen” because there was plenty going on that we could hear. A rising choir of grunts, moans, and mattress springs reverberated through the walls of the two bedrooms on either side of us. The sounds of sex, now in stereo.

We stifled a giggle after a particularly loud “Fuck yeah!” from Erik, and then again a few seconds later in the other room, when Lisa’s screams kept getting interrupted by her headboard slamming against the wall:

“Ahhh!” (Slam) “Ahhh!” (Slam!) “Ahhh-ahh!” (Slam!)

“What’d I tell you about inspiring the other couples?” I whispered to Annie.

Nobody was winning any world records for stamina that afternoon. After just a few minutes, Lisa and Chris emerged from one bedroom, and Mina and Erik came out of the other, everyone’s hair a disheveled mess. The six of us–having put our ordinary clothes back on–sat down and tried to make small talk, as if nothing had happened. Everything felt forced and alien, like we were trying to strike up a conversation with a bunch of strangers in the waiting room of a dentist’s office, not chatting with some of our best friends in the world.

Then, just as Erik switched on the TV to watch a basketball game, the storm knocked out the power and we were left in a weird state of limbo, surrounded by angry black skies and the muted pounding of rain on the rooftop.

That’s when the laughter started. Like a release valve had been opened on an overworked boiler, an explosion of spontaneous, surreal cackling filled the room. The day had just been too much: the storm, the swimsuits, overhearing each other’s noisy orgasms through the walls, and now the prospect of a lightless indoor vacation with no WiFi and no cell service.

So, we laughed like maniacs.

“Why-is-this-all-so-funny?” Chris laughed.

“And why-am-I-still-so-horny?” Erik added.

“Gee I dunno, maybe because Annie and Lisa are fucking hot?” Mina teased her husband. “And you just spent the afternoon ogling them before rubbing your pervy hands all over Lisa’s body?”

“Mina!” Lisa blushed. But Mina dismissively waved away her protest:

“Oh whatever! It was just a bit of silly fun, it’s not like any of us were cheating.” Mina raised her arms and arched her back to draw everyone’s attention to her ample chest, “Plus, ever since I met Erik, I never get the chance to tease guys with these things anymore.”

“Hey, you tease ME with those things all the time!” Erik argued.

“Nuh-uh, you’re my husband, it’s not the same! When I tease you, it’s just foreplay. You already know you’re getting laid, there’s no suspense!”

Erik laughed, “There was no ‘suspense’ earlier today, either. We all knew we weren’t going any further than a little sunscreen and a back rub.”

“Did we?” Mina smirked, turning to look me dead in the eye. A playful chorus of “Oooohs” filled the room.

Lisa piped in: “I know what you mean! I kinda miss the whole, ‘Will we or won’t we?’ from when I was dating around. Now that I’m married, it’s ALWAYS a sure thing. Like, ‘Yep, we will,’ every time! We take it for granted.”

Annie ruffled my hair with her fingers and said, “Well, Tristan and I have zero idea what you guys are talking about, because we’ve literally never dated anyone else.”

Lisa shook her head, saying, “Yeah, yeah, Annie, you had that fairy tale ‘virgin true-love-at-first-sight’ thing, we know! You think me and Mina weren’t super jealous of what you had?”

“You mean Tristan’s penis?” Mina asked.

Erik choked on his beer. Smiling at his brazen wife, he said, “Geeze, Mina! I guess I underestimated how worked up Tristan got you with all that sunscreen. Maybe the two of you should just go bang it out in the bedroom real quick so you can get it out of your system.”

“Hey, who said it’d be quick?” I shot back.

“Trust me, buddy, when Mina’s running the show, all guys are quick.”

My wife came to my rescue, saying, “I’ll have you all know that my husband here is a stud, and he could totally handle anything Mina could throw at him.”

“Too bad we’ll never know,” Mina cooed.

We were all just joking. Obviously.

I volunteered for dinner duty, but it turned out to be more of a challenge than I’d expected with the blackout. Finding anything in the dark was an ordeal, and the kitchen appliances were every bit as useful as a bunch of stainless steel bricks. Still, I had a matchbook, my cell phone’s flashlight, and a gas-powered stovetop, so I wasn’t entirely helpless.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was surreal, to say the least. Lit by nothing more than three Yankee candles and the occasional bolt of lightning, the room was thick and shadowy. The women’s eyes, lips, and bodies, illuminated by those tiny, dancing flames, took on an otherworldly beauty.

“Feels kind of like a horror movie,” I joked.

“Ah, the perfect first date,” Lisa smiled.

“That’s your perfect date night?” Annie asked her, “Blood and guts? Creepy little ghost kids jumping out of the closet?”

“Yes! It’s perfect because you have a built-in excuse to get all up-close and personal with your guy!”

Lisa scooted her chair away from her own husband, to demonstrate on me as she spoke:

“When the spooky music starts, you get to hug your date like a security blanket...”

Lisa feigned terror and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close.

Lace bra, I thought appreciatively, feeling her chest bulging against my arm.

“When the killer jumps out, ‘Boo!’” Lisa continued, “you get to avert your eyes by burying your face against his strong, manly chest...”

She let out a sudden yelp at some imaginary jumpscare and pressed her face into my pectorals. I glanced over at Chris, who was just shaking his head amusedly at Lisa’s antics.

“And, as the movie goes on,” Lisa continued, now looking up in my eyes, “you get closer and closer. By the time the credits roll, you’re sitting on his lap, making out as quietly as possible while grinding on his boner. He starts groping you–discreetly of course, since you’re in a public place–but if the theater is dark and empty enough, the two of you might even get some under-the-pants action.”

The fingers holding my arm clenched tighter into my muscles. Lisa’s lips curled up into a smile. There was an undeniable twinkle of energy between us; a tiny spark of what might have been.

Just then, the power came back on. Whatever moment I had been having with Lisa, real or imagined, was instantly gone. She broke away and returned to Chris.

“Also, if you watch one from the eighties, there’s usually boobs,” Erik added helpfully.

“Sounds fun,” Annie said. “Too bad Tristan and I will never know what that’s like.”

“Hey, we’ve had scary movie dates before!” I protested.

“Yeah, but we only ever had one FIRST date. And it was great, but there were no murders, whatsoever. At least none we know about. And neither of us ever dated anybody else after that.”

“Oh man!” Erik cried out in dismay. “You guys never had a scary movie first date? Not even in high school?”

“We didn’t really date before college, then we met each other right away,” I reminded him. “We were super shy kids with scary, overbearing parents.”

“It’s not the same when it’s not your first date,” Mina said.

Lisa added, “The whole point is that it helps you get over the initial awkwardness, and then you have this super-fast ramp up to kissing and groping. It’s a hundred times better than booze.”

With the power restored, we could hear the TV coming from the other room. Some washed-up comedian from Saturday Night Live was shouting about switching our car insurance.

I looked over at my Annie, effortlessly sexy in a stretchy white tee shirt and jeans. Any man would be lucky to experience a first date with her, but I was the only guy who’d ever had the pleasure. And, once again, there was that same train of thought from earlier:

What had Annie and I stolen from each other by meeting so young?

My woman deserved to feel desired by the whole goddamn world; her heart swelling with pride and excitement as guy after guy got his first taste of her lips, his first over-eager handful of her butt, his first glimpse of her full, naked breasts.

I had denied her all of that.

As silly as it sounded, I felt a sudden pang of guilt realizing that even something as simple as groping and kissing during a “first-date scary-movie” was an experience neither Annie nor I would ever get to enjoy. Not unless...

“What about tonight?” I blurted out before I could stop myself.

My words were met with five blank, uncomprehending faces.

“What do you mean?” Mina asked.

I took a deep breath before nervously answering, “I mean, what if we put a horror movie on in the other room right now? What if we all had that scary movie date Annie and I never got to try?”

Lisa shook her head, “I told you, it’s not the same when it’s not your FIRST date.”

I looked over at Annie again, then said, “Well ... Annie’s never been on a date with Erik or Chris, has she?”

Annie’s eyes went wide. Her cheeks went red. And her pulse, I knew, went racing.

“Wha- what do you mean?” Chris asked.

Okay. Deep breath. “I mean, why don’t the six of us trade dates during the movie? We could all get a taste of that ‘first date suspense’ we’ve been missing lately.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Mina asked. “You want to put on a movie and swap dates?”

“Well, I mean, I guess? We could just see where it goes, right?”

I felt suddenly self-conscious, aware of the magnitude of what I’d just said. But then I saw my wife’s eyes again–the thrill in them–and I thought of my own desires; all the years I’d spent fantasizing about Lisa and Mina.

For better or for worse, this idea had popped into my head, and I couldn’t wriggle out of it.

I tried not to swallow my words as I kept rambling on, “I just think it’d be fun. We’d all be in the same room together, it’s not like we’d be doing anything sneaky behind each other’s backs. Nobody would have to do anything they weren’t comfortable with.”

You could hear a pin drop.

Well, not literally, because at that very moment a comically dramatic crash of thunder shook the entire house.

Aw, come on, somebody crack a joke! I silently pleaded. Make fun of me again for the auto-corrected ‘monogamy.’

But nobody did. I felt like I was drowning.

Then, my sweet, innocent wife of all people came to my rescue. “But how would we choose who pairs up with who?” Annie asked. “I wouldn’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings.”

“Hold on, Annie, you’re okay with this?” Lisa asked, incredulous.

“With swapping spouses for the night?” Erik asked, also not believing his ears.

Annie shrugged, “I mean, it’s like Tristan said. It’s not like we’re becoming full-on swingers or anything. It would just be like we were fooling around in the back of a dark movie theater for a couple hours. Doesn’t feel like it’s THAT different from what we were doing earlier today with the sunscreen.”

Erik and Chris both had terrible poker faces; everyone could instantly see that they were on board with the idea. Mina and Lisa were much harder to read.

“Girls-only meeting!” Mina declared, leaping to her feet. She grabbed Annie and Lisa by the hands and led them away into the privacy of Mina’s bedroom. Annie cast a final, excited glance in my direction before Mina shut and locked the door behind them.

The other men turned to look at me in unison.

“Soooooo ... um, I, uh...” Chris stammered.

“Uh-huh,” I answered, equally articulate. “I mean, if, you know.”

Erik nodded, “Sure, sure. If, yeah. As long as ... right. Yeah.”

“Good talk,” I said.

We all nodded. Nobody wanted to add anything more to the conversation. No need to make it weird with actual sentences.

The three women clearly needed a little more time to discuss the matter. We let them have it, doing the dishes and tidying up to keep ourselves from going crazy while we waited.

At long last, our wives rejoined us. Without a word, Annie took my hand, Mina grabbed her husband, and Lisa took Chris away, and they led us back into our respective bedrooms.

“Everything okay?” I whispered.

Annie answered by pulling me in for a powerful kiss.

“Thank you. I love you. Let’s have fun,” she whispered.

“What did you girls talk about?” I asked.

“Rules. Limits. What we were all comfortable with.”

“Great! Rules. Gotta have rules. What did you decide?”

Annie shook her head, coyly biting her lower lip as she whispered, “It’s a secret.”

“So ... that means...”

“That means I think you’re gonna enjoy finding out. No–scratch that–I KNOW you’re gonna enjoy finding out.”

It was like a bolt of lightning lit me up from head to toe. I’m pretty sure my hair stood up on end–Zzzap!–like some matinee mad scientist.

Annie continued, “How about you guys? What are the men comfortable with?”

“Well, we did have a pretty in-depth discussion about it. Three or four words, at least.”

She playfully slugged me in the arm.

I grinned, “We’re comfortable with whatever you are. As long as everyone is having fun.”

Annie took my hand again and tugged me deeper into the bedroom, practically skipping with excitement.

“Great! Now let’s go slip into something a little more comfortable for our dates.”

Choosing the perfect horror movie for a make-believe “first date” was a tricky proposition, even with a genre expert like Lisa leading the discussion.

“I like Pan’s Labyrinth,” Annie offered. “It’s so pretty.”

My wife had decided to play up her “adorableness” factor in her choice of pajamas, wearing a tight pink T-shirt with Hello Kitty printed across the chest. It was a crop top, so her toned tummy was on full display above a stretchy pair of athletic shorts that hugged her butt cheeks while leaving her gorgeous legs totally bare. The overall effect simultaneously screamed girl-next-door sweetness and sexy-slumber-party fantasy.

Lisa shook her head at Annie’s suggestion, “Pan’s Labyrinth is a great movie, but not really a ‘snuggly first date kind of movie.’ The sad parts are too depressing, and the main character’s a little kid. Not sexy.”

“How about the new Saw movie?” Mina offered. “That was awesome.”

Mina’s pajamas were far less subtle than Annie’s. She had decided to tease the men with a satin nightie in midnight blue. The shimmering fabric flowed over her outrageous curves like water, catching the light every time she changed position on the couch. It even had a slit up the side to expose her voluptuous hips and matching panties.

Lisa again shook her head, saying, “Blood and guts is fine, but you don’t want to spoil the mood.”

“Get. Out,” Chris said.

“No, there’s too much mystery plot to follow! You also don’t want a movie that’s so engaging, you wind up paying more attention to it than you do to your date. That’s why those shitty old movies from the eighties were so popular - you can look away from the screen and make out with somebody during Friday the 13th: Part Three and you don’t have to worry about missing any key story details.”

Lisa’s beautiful body bounced enticingly as she paced back and forth in front of the big sectional sofa, passionately expounding on the merits of the horror genre. Up top, her breasts were hidden beneath a wine-colored camisole that revealed a generous amount of cleavage. Down below, her butt was covered by a cheeky pair of sleep shorts.

“Well, before anybody suggests it, I’m gonna preemptively veto Human Centipede,” Erik joked, breaking some of the nervous tension in the room.

The men’s pajamas, in contrast, all looked downright boring, but such is the nature of the fashion industry. Girls get to choose from ten thousand varieties of sexy sleepwear, boys get to pick flannel, sweatpants, or gym shorts.

“How about Wolf Guard?” I offered. “You know, the one with the lifeguards that turn into werewolves?”

Lisa’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. “Yes! It’s trashy and campy, but still scary as fuck. Lots of fun! Great effects, peak summer horror. Plus, I’m willing to bet none of us have seen it since junior high.”

Everyone cheered the suggestion.

“So ... who is gonna sit with who?” Chris asked.

Mina ran into her bedroom and returned with an empty pillowcase. She thrust it into my hands and declared, “We’re gonna let Tristan decide! As a thank you for cooking dinner tonight, we decided Tristan should be the one who picks everybody’s date for the evening.”

I looked down at the pillowcase in my hand. “How do I...?”

Annie grinned naughtily at me. “Just close your eyes, reach inside, and take something out,” she whispered.

I obeyed, blindly feeling around inside the empty pillow case for –

No. Not empty. There was fabric in there. My fingertips found two small strips of soft cotton. I pinched one at random and drew it out –

“You got mine!” Lisa cheered, looking at the sexy black panties hanging from my fingers. She ran up and gave me an excited hug. “Keep ‘em,” she whispered, “a little souvenir from our Summer Friend-cation.”

Mina strolled over to Chris and pressed her finger into his chest. “Process of elimination: that means I get you tonight,” she said, “and Annie gets Erik.”

Annie glanced up, looking almost intimidated by her own date as Erik picked her up over his shoulder and carried her to the couch. I was confident my wife wasn’t gonna be disappointed snuggling up with the towering Nordic beefcake for a few hours.

“One more rule for tonight!” Mina declared. “Everybody takes a shot, right now!”

Everyone fired down a mouthful of tequila, then we turned off the lights, settled in around the big sofa, and started the film.

NEW YEAR’S EVE, SEVEN YEARS EARLIER...

I’m nineteen years old.

Water droplets cling to my bare skin like tiny icicles. The December wind is a thousand freezing razor blades. But fuck it all, I’ll never be this young or this stupid, ever again.

“Last one! Go, go, go!” Annie whispers through a pitched fit of giggles.

I spin, reaching my arms down into the unlit swimming pool to help Lisa and Mina climb back out into the freezing night air. They’re both single right now, so it’s just the four of us this New Year’s Eve.

Me, Annie, Mina, and Lisa - all of us stripped down to our underwear and flailing around in the dark like a pack of lunatics.

Mina climbs out of the pool, scrabbling up over my shoulder with a whispered “Thanks.” Lisa is less gracious. All the bourbon swimming around her bloodstream has temporarily twisted her brain into a force for evil.

With a grin, Lisa yanks on my arm and sends me belly-flopping back down into the icy black water. I scream bubbles beneath the surface.

Seconds later, we’re back out of this pool and blindly sprinting, ninja-silent, through a stranger’s back yard to find the next one. We vault the fence and disappear into the night, leaving a conspicuous trail of watery footprints on the sidewalk. The girls burst with shrieks and giggles, detonating like strings of whistling firecrackers.

“You are sooo gonna pay for that,” I hiss at Lisa through chattering teeth.

Pool-hopping had been her idea. We’d initially planned on ringing in the new year at an epic off-campus house party, but then Mina’s shitty ex-boyfriend had shown up and made her cry, so we decided to bail. Lisa had concocted this crazy idea to salvage New Year’s Eve: we strip down to our undies and jump into all the swimming pools in the neighborhood before midnight. Something about it being “invigorating” and “reminding us that we’re alive.” Never mind that it’s freezing cold and highly-illegal and we might get shot dead by some paranoid nutjob who spots us sneaking into his yard.

But any such concerns had vacated my head the instant Lisa peeled off her shirt, followed quickly by Annie and Mina.

Now, I’m running to the final house on our list, grinning like an idiot at the sight of these unbelievably sexy women, illuminated by the street lights. Dripping pool water, panties clinging like bodypaint, nipples doing their damndest to punch holes through flimsy bras, everything bouncing and jiggling at a full sprint.

We’re flying, reaching speeds only possible when you’re a teenager running half-naked with your best friends, fueled by so much alcohol and adrenaline that you barely feel the sidewalk zipping past beneath your bare feet.

“One more minute!” Annie whispers, risking a glance down at her phone in its water-proof case.

One final house. My ankle clips a ceramic lawn gnome–ouch!–then it’s over the backyard fence and quietly down into the inky, freezing depths of another stranger’s swimming pool. Three nubile female bodies splash down all around me, giggling out screams of bubbles.

My head pops above the surface just in time to hear cheers, shouts, and party poppers coming from every house on the street.

“Happy New Year!” we whisper excitedly.

Annie paddles over to plant a fiery, celebratory kiss on my lips. Strands of wet red hair stick to her cheeks and shoulders.

“Happy New Year, baby,” she shivers.

“Hey, no fair!” Mina teases, paddling over to join us.

Lisa appears at my other side, treading water just high enough to show off her wet bra.

“We want a New Year’s kiss, too!” she says playfully.

Annie smirks, “Okay, okay, just bring him back with a full tank of gas when you’re finished.”

“Sounds good!” Lisa whispers.

Then Lisa and Mina are attacking me from both sides: kissing, grabbing, practically climbing me as I try to keep treading water. Fingernails rake teasingly down my chest and I don’t know who they belong to. Lithe legs rub at my thighs. Wet cleavage half-spills out of pool-soaked bra cups.

And you know what? It’s true what they say. Shared body heat really is the best way to stay warm in the winter. And just like that, I’m fully erect – freezing water be damned. My dick could melt snow like a hot iron ingot.

I hear Annie laughing and cheering them on.

With a final stroke of someone’s tongue across my lower lip, we break apart.

“VERY Happy New Year,” I joke.

I let Annie hoist herself out of the pool. Then Mina. But when Lisa grabs hold of the ladder, I decide it’s time for some payback for that stunt from earlier. My hand shoots out to grab her leg and yank her back in, but it’s too dark – and I’m too drunk – and so instead, my fingers grab hold of her lace bikini panties and –

Ripppp!!!

The feeble garment peels off her like wet tissue, baring Lisa’s beautiful, bubbly butt to the New Year’s moon.

Oh, wow.

I’ve been fantasizing about this girl’s ass for as long as I’ve had fantasies. Now here it is, perfectly round and staring me in the face. Begging to be licked and spanked and groped while my cock splits her pussy from behind, and –

“Tristan, what the fuck?!” Lisa screams, spinning to face me.

The other girls stop and look at me, too. I’m bobbing in the pool with a strip of torn underwear in my fingers.

“No, no, no! I was just trying to get her back for pulling me in the water at that last house!”

“By ripping off my fucking panties?!”

“I was reaching for your leg!”

My eyes trail unbidden down to the delicate tuft of fuzz between Lisa’s legs. Woah.

Suddenly, the back door of the house slams open–somebody must have heard Lisa scream–and an overweight guy storms out, brandishing a baseball bat.

At least it’s not a shotgun, I think to myself.

“Hey, get out of my fucking yard!” he roars.

With a scream and a shriek, the four of us are back over his fence and sprinting home in the darkness. Lisa’s slender hands doing their best to cover up her delicious nudity.

PRESENT DAY

Over the course of our friendship, Lisa and I had watched approximately a trillion movies together. Probably more. Sometimes, it was just the two of us. Sometimes, we cuddled in the dark. Sometimes, I got painfully hard in her presence and had to hide it like a teenager wielding a spontaneous erection in chemistry class. But never once, in all those trillion movie nights, did Lisa and I ever have anything resembling “a date.”

And now? I had her panties in my pocket.

Lisa’s smooth legs looked especially good in those cheeky shorts she had on. I absentmindedly ran my fingertips along her bare thigh, then draped my arm across her shoulders to pull her body even closer against mine. She responded by sliding a hand up under my shirt to trace teasing circles in my chest hair.

My senses drank in every detail of the feminine presence beside me: Delicate fingertips. Warm body. Smooth legs. Strawberry body wash. Slender shoulders.

Soft lips brushed against my ear and Lisa whispered, “Will my big, strong man protect me from all the scary werewolves tonight?”

In an exaggerated manly voice, I whispered back, “Lisa, I one hundred percent guarantee that you will not be killed by werewolves tonight.” I let my own lips graze her earlobe as I said it.

A decade’s worth of unfulfilled fantasies started replaying in my brain, all at once; an endless montage of horny, animated mental GIFs starring me and Lisa. Rolling around naked, groping, licking, moaning, fucking. Things we would never do in real life. COULD never do in real life.

My breathing quickened, desperately wondering what these secret limits were that the women had decided amongst themselves. Kissing was probably okay, right? I mean, I’d already kissed Lisa and Mina at various times over the years. Maybe some light petting on top of the clothes? That didn’t seem like a huge leap from the sunscreen rubdowns this afternoon. I doubted any of the wives had agreed to anything more scandalous than that.

I glanced at the other couples on the couch, faintly illuminated by the glow of the TV:

Annie and Erik were comically mis-matched in terms of size, with her being a full 14 inches shorter than him. She clung to one of his massive biceps for “protection,” like a koala hugging a tree, and Erik was clearly doing some extra flexing for her benefit.

Beside them, Mina had plopped her panty-covered butt directly onto Chris’s lap, making it difficult for him to focus on the film for more than half a second at a time. I could see acres of her glorious cleavage from where I was sitting, and I could only imagine the view Chris was treated to, looking directly down her neckline. He tried to be a gentleman and keep his eyes on the screen, but it was a lost cause. The cosmic gravity of Mina’s tits kept drawing the poor guy’s gaze downwards, again and again.

A scream drew my attention back to the movie, where a sexy blonde coed was sprinting down the beach in her underwear, squealing in terror beneath the night sky. Suddenly, out of the darkness sprang a slathering wolf monster, grabbing hold of her nubile body in his claws and hoisting it up in front of the full moon. In an artful silhouette, the creature tore off both her arms.

“Woah!” Erik shouted. Then, making a joke of the moment, he added, “Protect me, Annie, I’m so scared!”

“There, there, I’ll keep you safe,” Annie answered, patting her 6’4” date like a reassuring parent. Erik made an exaggerated show of clinging to my petite wife, pressing his cheek to the side of her breast to hide from the gruesome events on-screen.

Everyone cracked up, but I could tell Annie was getting a real kick out of having the guy’s face up against her tit.

Lisa leaned in again to whisper into my ear, “I don’t think Erik quite understands the assignment here. Why don’t we show him how it’s done?”

A few minutes later, another character stumbled across the first victim buried in the sand, prompting yet another jump scare with a sting of music as the mutilated body popped suddenly into view.

With a yelp, Lisa reflexively flung her arms around my torso and tossed a long, smooth leg up and over my lap, holding on for dear life. Her bare thigh pushed down on my penis through the feeble layer of my gym shorts, and her unfairly-large bosom squashed against my ribcage.

Lisa’s sudden change in position had a few unforeseen side effects on her pajamas. One of the little straps holding up her camisole slipped off her shoulder and dragged her neckline down with it, exposing the top of a single, perfect breast all the way to the edge of her nipple.

My body reacted as expected, and I started to swell and stiffen against the pressure of her leg on my lap. She looked up at me with those stunning green eyes and caught me, dead to rights, staring at her chest.

Instead of tugging her neckline back up to its correct position, however, Lisa innocently brushed aside her other shirt strap, leaving both shoulders completely bare and her neckline hanging on by a precarious thread. Any sudden movement, and Lisa’s shirt was going to tumble down into a puddle at her waist.

“Oh yeahhh...”

Beside us on the couch, Mina let out a low moan. All eyes swung over to watch as Chris began giving her a neck and shoulder massage. Mina was still perched on his lap, and as she reveled in the sensation of his kneading fingers, her head had rolled back in delight, exposing her throat to his lips. I caught discreet movement down below, as Mina started grinding her juicy ass against Chris’s crotch. Not a lapdance, by any means, but certainly enough to get the guy’s attention. He visibly gulped, which was adorable, but he didn’t let the stimulation on his lap distract him from massaging his big-breasted date.

Lisa touched a finger to my chin and turned my head to instead look at my wife and Erik, who had moved past their little comedy routine from earlier and were now officially cuddling. She was nibbling on his earlobe, and their legs were intertwined all the way up to the thigh, meaning it was inconceivable that Annie wasn’t feeling Erik’s hard cock rubbing against her leg, just as Lisa was definitely feeling mine.

I continued watching my wife with growing arousal as she and Erik gave into their natural urges and locked lips. Her fingers stroked at his strong jawline.

If Annie can kiss Erik, then that means Lisa and I...

“Are you okay with that?” Lisa whispered to me, nodding towards Annie and Erik.

“Definitely,” I answered. “I want Annie to get a taste of all the things she never had.”

“And what about you?” Lisa asked breathlessly, her eyes now looking down at my lips. “What’s something you always wanted to get a taste of?”

The agony of looking into Lisa’s achingly pretty face was too much to resist. It was torture, codified into law under the Geneva Convention, and it finally broke me. My hands–acting fully on auto-pilot–grabbed hold of Lisa’s bare shoulders and I pulled her mouth to mine.

She fell into me, the heat of her lips scalding but oh-so-delicious. Her tongue tasted of a shocking sweetness, like licking molten candy hot out of the oven. My 26-year-old brain was instantly reset to its factory settings. This was no playful New Year’s Eve smooch from a friend; it was a kiss of hunger and desperation, a kiss of unbearable adolescent fantasies made real, a kiss that silently screamed, “I’ve wanted this for years.”

We were both panting when we finally broke apart for air.

“Wow,” she whispered.

Beside us, Mina’s moans of delight became muted as she turned around on Chris’s lap to mash her face against his. Lisa smiled at the excitement in her husband’s eyes.

“We all want this,” I whispered reassuringly to Lisa, and our lips collided once again. She made a high-pitched whimper as she quickly pivoted to straddle me on the sofa, throwing her arms haphazardly around my neck for support and dropping her crotch directly onto my now-raging stiffy.

“This is okay, too?” she asked, sliding her hips back and forth. With our pajamas and underwear, there were still four layers of clothing separating my dick from her slit, but those layers were VERY THIN.

On the TV, an animatronic werewolf burst out of the sand, howling as it tore through a sexy couple that had been enjoying a passionate R-rated fuck on the beach.

I looked down to Lisa’s hips, gliding back and forth on my lap, watching as the hemline of her cotton shorts rode way up to fully expose a perfect pair of bubble-round buttcheeks.

Damn, that ass is amazing. Firm but pliable. Generously-sized and exquisitely-shaped. I don’t consider myself an ass man, but Lisa’s booty was definitely threatening to convert me. I reached down with both hands and gave that butt a good, strong squeeze. She gasped in surprise, but my sudden grope just urged her on and she started grinding me even harder. I felt the heat of her cunt radiating through our clothes.

The movie–already forgotten–continued playing in the background as the sounds of wet, passionate kissing and heavy breathing filled the darkened room. Everything had escalated with shocking speed, like a balloon exploding into shreds from a single pin prick.

Annie and Mina immediately followed Lisa’s example and started grinding on their own dates, but I was so focused on Lisa I barely even noticed. She grabbed at my back, fingers clenching around fistfulls of my shirt.

“Did you know,” she whispered between kisses, “back in high school, I kind of had a crush on you?”

“What?” I whispered back, not sure I’d heard right. My head was swirling a bit from the combination of tequila and the beautiful ass in my hands.

“You heard me.”

“But I was a nerd! I was awkward. I was skinny. I was insecure.”

“All true, but you were also my favorite boy in the whole wide world. You were always so sweet, and funny, and you have those kind eyes ... and a cute butt! What can I say? I had a crush on you, and I don’t think it ever really went away.”

“But ... you never...”.

“I was scared, too. I was just a confused teenager.”

I broke away from our makeout session to get a better look at her, appreciating how utterly sexy she was: vivid green eyes, hair disheveled, shoulders bare, cleavage spilling out everywhere. Erect nipples brazenly staring me in the face through her shirt.

Lisa noticed I was looking at her tits and smiled. Then, her whole body shaking with excitement, she reached behind to pull my hands off of her ass and eagerly pressed them to her chest.

I SQUEEZED, feeling the full weight of Lisa’s spectacular boobs for the first time ever. Her erect nipples rolled beneath my thumbs.

“Ahhhh,” she panted, almost sounding relieved from the stimulation in her breasts. I craned my neck forward, kissing and licking at her exposed throat, teeth nipping the sensitive skin.

Then her fingers were yanking my hair, pulling me hungrily to her lips for an even more passionate kiss.

Nearby, I caught a glimpse of Chris and Mina, his hands sliding up under her nightie to fondle those huge tits. Her hand slid down his stomach muscles in response, fingers slipping beneath his waistband, towards...

Holy shit. Was THAT allowed?

Mina reached inside Chris’s pants and firmly grabbed his cock.

“What the hell are these ‘limits’ you girls voted on?” I panted in Lisa’s ear. “ARE there any limits?”

“No coming. No fucking,” she whispered excitedly. “Everything else is fair game.”

On the other side of the couch, I watched in disbelief as Annie straddled Erik’s hand and started rubbing the crotch of her shorts against his fingers. He stared down at what she was doing, slack-jawed with arousal.

I felt a fire raging through my blood. Not a fire of anger, nor of jealousy, but of something else. Something I’d never felt before. It was an emotion I had no name for, but it felt like someone had just jabbed a massive needle of adrenaline directly into my sex drive.

“Remember–mmm!–Remember our prom night?” Lisa whispered.

I nodded wordlessly, giving her overflowing breasts another good squeeze.

Her lips moved back to my ear as she continued, “I totally would have–mmm!–would have fucked you that night. I even wore a thong and a sexy bra beneath my dress, just in case.”

I pulled at Lisa’s nipples, causing her to whimper deliciously. Whatever weird new energy was powering my batteries, she clearly felt it, too.

Finally, Lisa breathed, “I wanted you to be my first.”

The world around me was spinning like a top. Raindrops and thunder outside, moaning and kissing inside, shrieking and howling on the TV.

With my own wolf-like snarl, I grabbed hold of Lisa’s delicate little camisole and yanked it down to her waist. Her firm, naked breasts spilled free, unfettered by any more pesky clothing, exploding into view inches from my lips.

“Oh god,” she breathed.

The swirling storm of emotion and arousal seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation for a moment, then I mashed my face against her tits and slurped her nipple into my mouth.

“Yes!” Lisa screamed.

Fingernails raked my hair like claws. She dropped her lips, planting appreciative kisses along the top of my scalp while I groped and suckled her boobs, feasting to my heart’s content.

I half-expected my dick to rip right through my clothes, like a werewolf.

Then the power went out again.

The room was instantly plunged into suffocating blackness; no lights, no TV, no phones, no candles.

“Fuck!” Erik shouted. “Do we have to stop?”

“Hell no, we don’t have to stop!” Mina shouted back. “I’m having too much fun!”

Everyone awkwardly grunted their agreement and we turned our attention back to the task at hand.

Blinded by the power outage, I noticed my remaining four senses had started compensating. I became hyper-aware of everything; every delighted kiss and erotic moan, every rustle of groped clothing, every jostle of the couch cushions beneath the three grinding couples.

There was a brief tugging at my chest, and then my shirt was up and over my head, discarded into the darkness God knows where. I felt a moment of chill against my bare chest, and then the soft warmth of Lisa’s breasts clapped ecstatically against my skin. We tumbled off of the couch and onto the floor together. I breathed through the mess of Lisa’s long hair–tangled between our faces–before brushing it aside so I could resume sucking on her tongue.

My hands stabbed down beneath the fabric of Lisa’s shorts, feeling the shape of a skimpy thong running between the globes of her ass. I groped her again, but this time I let my touch keep roaming, tracing along the line of Lisa’s panties until I found ground zero and felt slick, wet heat leaking through the fabric.

No way I was stopping now.

“Oh, Tristannnn!!!” Lisa’s whole body shuddered as my fingers slipped right past her thong and effortlessly penetrated her cunt, rocking the fault lines of her nervous system with a thousand tiny earthquakes. She let out a deep moan, like her soul was leaving her body, and started eagerly humping herself against my fingers.

Just then, a web of lighting lit up the sky outside, and I caught a single, sexy snapshot of the other bodies in the room:

Erik had stripped down to his underwear, and Annie was kneeling on the floor between his legs in what looked almost like an act of worship. She was licking the well-defined muscles of his torso while her hands busied themselves down below, stroking his bulge.

Mina was gloriously topless, her back arched and her massive breasts thrusting forward so that Chris could finally get his lucky hands on them. His cock was already out in the open air, and Mina was blatantly stroking it back and forth across the tiny triangle of satin covering her gash.

They were only visible for a fraction of a second, but those flash-frame images were still forever burned into my memory banks. A moment later, the ensuing crash of thunder came deafeningly close, rattling my teeth like an over-cranked subwoofer.

In the darkness, I felt Lisa’s hands at the waistband of my pajama pants, urgently tugging them down past my hips. My cock sprang free. A second later, delicate feminine fingers curled torturously around the shaft.

“Ohh fuck!” Lisa groaned, riding my thrusting fingers like her life depended on it. “Ohh god! Ohh fuck! Ohh god! Ohh fuck!”

I flipped her onto her back and ripped the thong off of her body. In an instant, her thighs were wrapped around my waist, grazing the tip of my naked cock back and forth along the folds of her slit.

My hands and mouth were everywhere, all at once. Lisa’s big, juicy tits. Her soft, luscious lips. Her slender neck. I spun her around and worshipped her backside, playfully smacking that perfect ass and licking every inch of exposed, naked skin.

We rolled onto our sides and I felt my cock rubbing along the smooth curve of Lisa’s butt before finally wedging itself snugly between her cheeks. My fingers reached around again to strum circles on her clit, keeping her buzzing throughout the ordeal.

Another series of lightning strikes lit up the sky, revealing our collective debauchery in a spasming sequence of erotic flashes:

Lisa’s incredible body, writhing in my arms...

My wife, stuffing Erik’s meaty cock between her lips...

Mina, riding Chris’s face while reaching down to tug on his shaft...

Our moans were drowned out by another crash of thunder.

The sexy, slender girl I was holding rolled us over again so that she was on top. The twin mounds of her breasts slid across my stomach as she dropped her face to mine for another round of frenzied kisses.

“Fuckkkk Tristan! You have such good hands,” she panted.

“The better to tease you with, my dear,” I replied, thumbing her clit.

Lisa laughed at my little fairy tale joke. I flicked my tongue across her lips.

“And such a nice tongue,” she giggled.

“The better to taste you with, my dear,” I said with a grin.

Lisa cooed happily at the suggestion. She quickly rotated around, groping in the darkness to get herself into position for a classic ‘69.

I was still completely blinded, but that just made the sensation of her warm, wet tongue all the more electric as she circled my tip.

“Oh, and Tristan, what a hard, thick cock you have,” she mewed.

“All the better to fuck you with,” I answered. Then I grabbed Lisa’s hips and pulled her hot, gushing pussy down onto my mouth.

I knew I wasn’t allowed to make her come, but I wanted to make sure she was as close to boiling over as possible. I licked, sucked, and nibbled, stretching out her silky folds with my mouth and teasing her entrance. Her clit was grinding down on my chin.

Her blowjob wasn’t the most technically-proficient I’d ever received–Lisa was far too distracted by her own shuddering pleasure at the moment to really concentrate on what she was doing–but I definitely appreciated the enthusiasm as my gorgeous date let her soft, pouty lips glide up and down my shaft before slurping me inside. My hips took on a mind of their own, fucking her sexy mouth with an animalistic fervor.

Lisa’s liquid pleasure started leaking all over my face. I took that as my cue to finally drop my tongue directly onto her clit while my hands gripped her bare butt for leverage.

“Mmm! Thrmsrgdd!” she mumbled incoherently, her mouth stuffed to capacity with the meat of my dick.

Lisa pulled her mouth off of me, gasping to fill her lungs. She was shaking like a leaf as she screamed out, “Change of plans, everybody! I wanna re-write the rules!”

In the surrounding darkness, the moans of my wife and friends grew more urgent in their intensity.

“What do you want to do, Leese?” Chris’s voice rang out in the darkness.

“I want ... I want ... I want...” Lisa screamed. “I want to come on Tristan’s cock!”

Holy shit! my brain screamed again. Holy shit holy shit holy shit...

“Oh please, yes!” Annie whimpered.

“Yeah! FUCK THE RULES!!!” Mina moaned in agreement.

Erik, Chris, and I all roared our approval, as well.

Is this really happening!?

“Fuck me, Tristan!” Lisa pleaded at last. “I need you RIGHT GODDAMN NOW!”

I gave her ass a final, hard smack, and then rolled myself back on top, spreading her thighs wide for better access.

Lightning blazed through the sky again and again, revealing flash after flash of the bodies writhing all around me; an erotic Zootrope. Mother Nature, infuriatingly buffering a live-action porno.

First I saw Lisa, pinned beneath my weight, looking up at me with the wild, ravenous hunger of a starving wolf. Her chest heaving, body shuddering with desire. My tip, hovering at her entrance, just BARELY parting the soft folds of flesh.

Then I saw Mina, lying facedown on the couch with her ass in the air, breasts smashed down against the cushions. Chris knelt behind her, gripping her waist, preparing to spear her with his angry cock.

And finally, there was Annie–my sweet, petite, adorable wife–stripped bare and climbing atop Erik’s towering erection to ride him like a cowgirl.

This time, the thunder didn’t cover up our screams.

I slid to the hilt inside of Lisa, feeling every exquisite inch gripping my shaft. I felt her stretch to accommodate my girth.

“Sooooo goooood...” Lisa sighed.

I withdrew a few inches, but her hands found my ass and she pulled me right back in with an erotic moan.

“Let me feel you for a second,” she begged.

So I just held her in my arms, our bodies conjoined in the dark. I felt her body tense around my cock and then suddenly relax as the blissful reality of the situation crashed down. We were fucking. After all those years, we were finally, truly doing it.

“Okay, okay ... NOW,” Lisa moaned.

I happily obliged, thrusting into her with long, smooth strokes. Wet slaps echoed through the room as my hips collided with her molten-hot flesh.

The couch springs whined as Annie bounced on Erik and Chris pounded away at Mina. The smell of sex–a knockout cocktail of energetic perspiration and wet, gushing pussies–filled my nostrils.

We went at it like six wolves in heat. Rolling from position to position. First I was on top, then Lisa took control, her fabulous breasts bouncing against my face with every thrust. Then I pulled out and fucked her from behind, slamming into the cushion of her bubbly butt cheeks over and over again.

A chorus of orgasms erupted all around the room, further spurning us on. First Erik, then Mina, Chris, and finally Annie all screamed their climaxes into the stratosphere.

“Mish ... mishirarily...” Lisa mumbled in a near-orgasmic stupor. Then she collected her thoughts and begged me: “Missionary!”

I pulled out and then speared back in with Lisa flat on her back. She seemed to lose all control of her body in that moment, breathing and moaning with machine-gun speed as I pounded her with everything I had.

“Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes...”

She convulsed into muscle spasms, building, building...

“Oh god, YESSSSS!!!” Lisa screamed, smashing through into blissful oblivion.

A final flash of lightning split the sky and illuminated her face mid-orgasm, exposing a white-hot snapshot of beautiful agony, eyes scrunched shut, lips wide open...

My cock burst, spurting deep inside Lisa’s body, filling her with an entire lifetime of pent-up desire.

“Amazing,” Lisa whispered into my ear.

For a long while, we laid there in the darkness, floating in the limbo of a post-orgasmic fugue. The relentless rain outside calmed down to a gentle ambience of plinking droplets on the roof tiles. The storm was finally over.

Eventually, the power came back on, bathing the room in the cool glow of the television. The blackout had prescribed a sense of unreality to our actions, hiding us from the world; blurring the line between sex and simple fantasy. But now, as soft electric light washed over our six sweaty bodies, the mismatched couples were revealed to each other in all our undeniable, bare-naked reality.

A thousand questions hung suspended in the air, but at that moment only one of them really mattered:

“How is everybody doing?” Annie asked meekly. Her words were addressed to the entire room, but her eyes were fixed only on me.

“Fuck, that was hot!” Mina sighed, flopping onto her back in exhaustion. Even with the flood of emotions pumping through my veins, I had to appreciate seeing those enormous tits out in the open.

“I just wish we’d done this years ago,” Erik said, gently caressing my wife’s butt.

“I gotta admit, I wasn’t sure whether I was gonna feel jealous or whatever when Lisa hooked up with Tristan,” Chris said. “But I actually thought it was kind of awesome. It was like, ‘Hell yeah, my wife is such a babe!’”

Lisa playfully ruffled my hair. “Worth the wait,” she said. “But I agree with Erik, we all should have done that a long time ago.”

Only Annie and I had yet to answer. My wife’s adorable eyes flashed with excitement, her cheeks and chest pink with exertion and arousal. She took a deep breath and said, “I feel fucking amazing. I love all of you, and I love that we all trust each other enough to do this. To share like this.”

I nodded my agreement. “No jealousy. No regrets. And GOOD GOD you three women are sexy!” I gave Lisa’s ass a loud slap to make my point.

“And the guys!” Annie cheered, stroking Erik’s chest.

Lisa propped herself up on her elbows, letting her hefty boobs swing pendulously beneath her body. “I can safely say, what we just did tonight has put all my other ‘scary movie first dates’ to shame!”

We all shared another round of drinks, not bothering to put our clothes back on, then we went back to our proper spouses and turned in for the night. I felt lighter than air, taking Annie back to the privacy of our bedroom.

I pulled my wife into the shower with me and we held each other close, neither of us speaking a word while we lovingly cleansed the evidence of our tryst off each other’s bodies.

“Are you sure we’re okay?” she asked me, breaking the silence as we climbed naked beneath the sheets of our bed.

“I’m sure that I’m the luckiest son of a bitch who ever lived. And yes, Annie, I’m sure that I still love you more than the world itself.”

“I love you too! But, shouldn’t we be jealous? Is it weird that we’re both so, like, cool with this?”

“I can’t speak for anybody else, but I think it just means we’re really secure with what we have. Honestly, it’s kind of a relief; I feel like we cleared up a lot of unresolved sexual tension and angst with our best friends.”

“I’m glad I was finally able to give you the experience of being with another woman.”

“And I’m glad you had so much fun riding Erik’s big Nordic schlong.”

She exploded into giggles, a beautiful sound.

“Don’t you worry, Tristan. I still remember who this pussy belongs to.”

“Damn right you do.”

I pulled her body to mine, smiling at the tickle of her pubic hair against my hip. Her scent, her skin, her silhouette–this body I’d touched and loved and fucked a hundred thousand times before–felt brand new in my arms that night.

We made love like it was our first time, intimately rediscovering each other well into the morning hours.