Story 36
Summary:
Ruth and Mark, Claire and John, two mid-twenties couples. They’re close friends but one night when they get together for dinner everything changes. Ruth and Claire start having some fun together and soon call their husbands to join in.
Foursome, wife swap, oral, titty sucking, jerk off, fingering, pussy licking, sixty-nine, blow jobs, lesbian.
When Ruth got the call from Claire she felt a rush of excitement as soon as she heard her friend’s voice. She knew that it would be an invitation for her and her husband Mark and she knew that it would mean that they were all about to have a good time.
Ruth and Mark had been friends with Claire and her husband John for about a year now but it often felt as though they had known each other for much longer.
They’d met at a party for mutual friends and they had hit it off straight away. Both couples were in their mid-twenties, both of them were recently married and they all seemed to get on amazingly well.
Since the party, they had stayed in contact with each other, and every time they got together they'd had a great time. They had mixed up the activities that they had done together - hiking, meals at restaurants, concerts, and more - and everything they had done together had only reaffirmed how much they all seemed to have in common and just how well they all got on with each other.
So when Claire suggested that they should all get together for a dinner at the house she shared with John, Ruth jumped at the opportunity right away.
“Sure!” she said, “Sounds great!”
Dinner at their house. She liked the sound of that. They had a great house and it was always a pleasure to go around there. It also helped that Claire's food was always delicious.
Sometimes she looked at Claire and felt a slight twinge of envy. Claire did seem to have it all. It wasn't just her amazing culinary skills, or her perfect husband and marriage. She was also incredibly attractive. She was of average height, but that was just about the only average thing about her. She had long, auburn hair - thick and luxurious - that seemed to suddenly flame when the light hit it just right. Her eyes were big and dark green. She had a beautiful face with a small, slightly upturned nose above thick, full, red lips. Her skin was pale and flawless. She had a great figure - large, succulent, breasts, a slim waist, and a great ass.
In truth, even though Ruth would look at her figure with envy, she had nothing to e jealous of whatsoever. She looked very different from Claire but she still looked just as incredible. She was taller, with long, toned legs. She had a tiny, pert, little ass, a flat stomach, perky breasts - smaller than Claire's but just as lovely - and her skin was flawless, although darker in color. She had a honey-colored tanned hue to her skin, sandy-blonde hair, blue eyes, and a light smattering of freckles across the nose on her beautiful face.
If only she had known it, but Claire was jealous of her at times as well.
Both men were far more laidback about such things. They were two good-looking guys - athletic and well-groomed. John was slightly taller than Mark but Mark was slightly more well-built, with something of a barrel chest and bulging biceps. Mark had short, dark brown hair while John's hair was slightly longer and slightly lighter.
Both of them acknowledged that the other man had an incredibly attractive wife, although they were both very happy with who they were with.
Ever since Mark and Ruth had first laid eyes on one another they had known that it was meant to be, that they had seen the person they wanted to be with.
It had been at college where they had met. They shared classes and in that very first lecture they had been unable to keep their eyes off one another. They kept glancing at each other and at some point when their eyes met they had both known that something was about to happen.
After the lecture they had made small talk but if anyone had asked either of them later what they had talked about neither one of them would have been able to tell them. It had all been nothing more than a preamble.
When Mark invited her back to his room they had both known what was about to happen. And as soon as the door was closed, as soon as it was just the two of them, their hands had been all over one another as they kissed wildly, passionately, finally giving in to their raw, primal instincts. They felt as though the pressure that had been building within them both was finally released.
They had pulled at each other's tops, their hands and their arms all tangled up. Then they had pulled their pants off and then when they were both in their underwear they had been able to appreciate one another's bodies even more.
She had felt one of his hands push up beneath one of the cups of her bra, taking hold of her soft breast, and she had reached behind her back to undo it.
As soon as her bra was gone, his eyes went to her breasts. She was sure that she saw something approaching awe in his gaze and she loved it. When he came to her then, kissing her body - his mouth lingering on her breasts, all over them - she had felt a rushing release of pleasure. One of her hands ran down his muscled body into his boxer shorts, taking hold of his cock. That was it - that was what she wanted. She wanted him inside her.
She didn’t have long to wait. But he did his best to tease her, to prolong her mingled agony and ecstasy.
He reached into her panties and played with her pussy, setting her nerves alight.
Then they had been on the bed. They had pulled the last of their underwear off and when he had used his mouth on her, his tongue flicking out at her pussy, it had been even better, better than anything she had ever experienced before. She had wanted to do the same for him and when she had taken his cock in her mouth she had wondered if anything could feel any better. She got her answer soon enough when she felt him pushing his cock into her pussy. She had cried out then, unable to hold it in any longer.
The sex had always been incredible. It was something that they didn't discuss with anyone - not even with Claire and John, their closest friends - as the intensity of the pleasure they gave to each other seemed to be something that should be kept secret.
It didn’t stop Ruth from sometimes looking at the other couple and wondering what their sex life was like. She looked at Claire’s figure and she thought about how much John must enjoy that sexy little body. Her envy took on a strange feeling then and she wasn’t quite sure just what it meant.
She’d look at John as well and think about just how good it must be between them,
Still, it was something that they never discussed. It was as though both couples knew that it was simply something that they didn't talk about.
On the night of the dinner, as they were both getting ready to head over to Claire and John’s, things could very easily have escalated between the two of them to the point where they would be late for the dinner.
Mark had watched his wife getting ready, watched as she squeezed into a G-string and then poured her smoking hot body into a strapless red dress, and she had caught sight of him watching her in the mirror. She smiled to herself, seeing the hunger in his eyes.
She had turned to him and posed, leaning forward and pushing her breasts forward, giving him a glimpse down her top. Then she had turned and flexed the muscles in her ass, putting on a display for him.
He was sitting on the bed. She saw him tense, as though he was about to make a move.
Before he could do so, she walked over to the bed. He began to rise and she pushed him back down onto the bed.
She leaned down to him. Now he could get a really good look down the front of her dress.
She leaned in close to his ear.
“Not yet,” she whispered to him, feeling one of his hands go to her waist, “but when we get back here tonight, I promise you that it will blow your mind.”
She turned to look at him. He was smiling now. He knew what exquisite agony it would be as he waited through dinner, knowing what awaited him at home. She knew that with just a look at him she would be able to arouse him. She thought about stretching out her foot beneath the dinner table, rubbing at his leg, maybe even reaching up between his leg, pushing the tip of her toe right there to see just how aroused he was getting...
But all of that was for later. It was time for them to head to dinner.
In the end, they got so caught up in having a good time with their friends that they didn't even think about any covert flirtation.
The dinner went well. The food was excellent and the company was as good as it always was.
Both Mark and John were dressed in a similar manner in smart shirts and pants. Not too casual and not too smart but somewhere in between the two.
Claire’s dress was quite similar to Ruth’s except it was white while Ruth’s was red and it had thin shoulder straps.
The way that Claire’s breasts bulged, pushing out of the top of the dress, was truly a sight to behold. Ruth found herself mesmerized by the sight of them and every once in a while she would steal glances at them. Perhaps that was why she had completely forgotten all of her plans to flirt with her husband.
By the time they had finished dinner, Ruth was feeling slightly light-headed. She had only had a couple of glasses of wine and she wasn’t sure if it was the wine that had this effect on her or if it was something else.
The atmosphere in the room felt hot and heavy to her. She felt as though she was tingling all over.
“Hey,” Claire said as they finished up, “I’ve just thought of something. I haven’t shown you how we’ve decorated our bedroom, have I?”
“No, no,” Ruth replied, “I remember you mentioning that you were thinking of doing it. But you’ve done it now?”
“Yeah! Come on, why don’t I show you?”
“Sure, sounds good!”
That was enough for Claire. She got to her feet and grabbed Ruth’s hand, pulling her to her feet.