Story 9
Summary:
Sam and Helen, a happily married mid-twenties couple. They’re going away to stay at a beach house with another couple, Laura and Dave.
When they get there, Helen and Laura head to the poolside to sunbathe. Soon things get intimate between the two of them and when their husbands find them they all join in.
Foursome, lesbian, oral, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, pussy licking, blow jobs.
It was still only morning but already the temperature was climbing and the sun was beating down.
Sam had put the roof of the car down so that they could feel the wind in their hair as they made their way down to the coast.
Helen felt her long, blonde hair whipping around her head. She pushed it out of her face but she knew it was a hopeless task, she knew that there was no way of taming it now as the wind blew around.
As Sam revved the engine she looked over at him. He looked back at her and then reached across to give her knee a playful squeeze. She reached down and stroked his hand.
She didn’t know what it was but there was something about being in this car, feeling the vibrations from the powerful engine, that just had a strange effect on her. She always felt herself getting more and more turned on. The way that Sam was looking at her now as well, the way that his hand was caressing her knee, made her think that it must be having a similar effect on him.
It was hardly surprising. Ever since they had first met there had just been something between them - a raw, wild, animalistic attraction that neither of them quite seemed able to contain. Often it would find itself unleashed when they least expected it.
It had been like that almost right from the moment they had first spotted one another at a party. It was only a few years ago but they had connected so powerfully and so quickly that they married quite soon. Their marriage had done nothing to quell their passions - if anything, their sex life had managed to get even better as time had gone by.
That first night they had met it had been wild, urgent, as though they had to do it as soon as possible, or else something within them might explode.
As soon as they saw one another they were drawn to one another. She was slightly above average height with long blonde hair, glowing skin, big blue eyes, and full lips. She had a slim figure that, nevertheless, had curves in all the right places. She had a great, peachy, ass and large breasts.
He was tall and well-built with a handsome face - deep, soulful, green eyes and a chiseled jawline.
When they had made a beeline for one another they had quickly dispensed with any small talk and quickly made their way back to his apartment.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind them they had begun kissing, their hands all over one another, groping, feeling, and then tearing at one another's clothes.
The next morning it had taken Helen some time to gather up all of her clothes - there was a trail of them leading from the front door to Sam’s bedroom.
On the way to the bedroom she hadn't been able to help herself - she had pushed him down on the couch and climbed on top of him, kissing him, squeezing him with her thighs. By this point, they had both been in their underwear. His hands were on her waist and then moving up to her breasts. She had undone her bra and then his hands and his mouth had been all over her breasts. Then he rolled her over and she felt his body on top of her, his cock pushing at her through his boxer shorts.
For a moment she had thought that he was going to fuck her right there on the couch. But that hadn't been the case. He had looked down at her and thought about it for a few moments - how all he would have to do now would be to pull her panties down those toned legs and then push his underwear down and then he'd be able to have her right there...but instead he had grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her to her feet.
They had been kissing again then, one of his hands running down her bare back, pushing her panties down slightly, taking hold of her ass.
Then they had made their way the rest of the short distance to his bedroom, pushing one another’s underwear down as they went, leaving it where it fell.
By the time they got into his bedroom, she had her hand on his hard cock, jerking him off. He had pushed her up against the wall, his fingers going to her pussy. It was already wet and ready for his touch.
She got to her knees to suck his cock before he threw her down on the bed, moving between her legs to lick greedily at her pussy.
By the time he had entered her, she had already been moaning, but then she began to cry out, unable and unwilling to hold it in any longer.
She had been left exhausted by that first sex. But that hadn’t stopped her from enthusiastically responding when he began making overtures to start again not long after.
They had barely slept that night. By the time she finally gathered up her discarded clothes, ready to leave, she had been left feeling weak by the experience - weak but exhilarated.
Things had carried on like that - throughout their relationship and into their marriage. Even now, sitting in the car, Helen kept having to fight the temptation to undo Sam's pants and suck on his cock as they made their way to their destination. She thought about how good it would be, how easy it would be for her to just reach across and massage his pants between his legs. Would he already be erect? She was sure that it wouldn't take him long as soon as she touched him there. Then she'd undo his pants and she'd get his cock out. She was sure that it would be erect by then - hard and ready for her to pleasure him. Maybe she'd jerk him off for a bit before she'd bend over and take it in her mouth. It would be wonderful, but she managed to control her urge to do it.
Sometimes it was easy for the two of them to almost forget completely about the outside world and simply focus completely on one another. But recently they had made some new friends who they had just clicked with straight away and who they loved socializing with.
They were another married couple, also in their mid-twenties, who they had met at a party for mutual friends. Their names were Laura and Dave. Laura was slightly shorter than Helen with a slightly more curvy figure. She had dark brown hair, light skin with rosy cheeks, and green eyes. Dave had a similar build to Sam but his skin was slightly darker and his hair was black. He had more of a rugged look to him, with a slightly weather-worn but very handsome face. If Sam looked as though his physique was gained from time working out in the gym, Dave looked as though he was the result of time spent out in nature.
They had hit it off immediately and loved spending time with one another. They had spent more and more time hanging out - going on hikes, cooking dinner for each other, going to concerts together - and it had quickly started to feel as though they had known one another for years.
Therefore, when Dave had suggested that they go and stay at a beach house a friend of his had for the weekend Sam and Helen had thought that it seemed like a great idea.
The weather was looking fantastic and they were all looking forward to unwinding down on the beach.
Sam and Helen didn't know what to expect from the beach house. They had been told that it was very nice, in a secluded area with access to its private beach, so their expectations were quite high although they were still trying to be quite cautious.
They were still taken aback when they made their way up a winding road and turned the corner to see the house.
“Is this it?” Helen said, sounding excited.
“I guess so,” Sam said, quickly checking the map to make sure.
The house was large and modern with a commanding view of the ocean. Sam commented that it looked expensive, and there was no denying that.
They could see Dave and Laura's car parked outside. They knocked on the door and their friends greeted them and welcomed them inside.
“Let me give you the grand tour,” Dave said. He showed them around the interior which was stylishly and tastefully decorated.
Dave showed them to their bedroom where they dumped their bags. He then led them out to the outside decking area that overlooked the beach and the ocean. There was also a swimming pool and sun loungers.
“Well,” Laura said, “Now that you guys are here I think I’m going to slip into my bikini and sunbathe for a bit.”
“That sounds like a great idea,” Helen said. The two men had decided to relax on one of the couches while the two women went to get changed before making their way outside.
Helen noticed both men fall silent and watch her as she made her way outside wearing her bikini. She did her best not to smile at herself, but she had to admit that she was quite enjoying the attention.
She lay down on a sun lounger. Laura followed her outside. Helen looked at her and for a moment her breath caught in her throat. Laura looked incredible in her tiny little bikini. Those breasts, that body...Helen felt something strange inside her, something which she didn't quite understand.
“Looking good,” Laura said to her.
“You too,” Helen said. Her voice wavered slightly. She told herself that she had to get a grip, that she was being ridiculous.
The two women lay back, closing their eyes and unwinding.
They began to chat with one another but both of them were feeling quite drowsy.
At one point Helen must have fallen asleep. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she felt slightly disorientated for a moment. Then she realized that Laura was standing over her - perhaps that was what had disturbed her, suddenly being in the shade like that.
“Hey,” she said, looking up at Laura. Once again she was struck by just how good her friend looked in a bikini.
“Sorry, did I wake you?” Laura asked, “You were looking so peaceful down there I must say. A real sleeping beauty.”
Helen smiled at her, unsure how to respond to that. There was something in Laura’s tone of voice, something that almost sounded flirtatious.