July was hot this year. The nights were long and humid, and the only way my wife and I could sleep was naked. It made for a lot of sexy nights, because Beth is a bodybuilder not that she has huge, bulging muscles or anything, just long, steely arms and legs with great muscle tone. So having her lying naked beside me every night caused lots of fireworks. But there was one night that was special enough that I decided to write to you guys about it.
My wife’s friend Lee had been visiting from Canada. She’s about five feet six, with dark eyes, a sensuous mouth, medium size boobs and a look of sensual comfort about her. I had often checked her out on the sly when we were swimming in the pool. The curve of her boobs and the languorous look of her body caused a lot of problems with hard ons in the water.
One night I had to go out on some business. Beth and Lee had gone out shopping, and as I left the house I saw that they had returned, and were sitting in Beth’s car in the driveway, talking. I wondered what they were talking about. I greeted them as I walked by on the way to my own car.
“I’ve just been telling Lee about how nice your hard on is, Carl,” my wife said rather jokingly.
“Great,” I said, a bit taken aback. I didn’t really know what else to say, so I continued down the driveway to my car, got in and drove away.
Needless to say, over the next hour I had a hard time keeping my mind on business. Finally I was done, so I raced back home. I was relieved to see Beth and Lee still sitting in the car. My heart was pounding, but I decided that this was too good an opportunity to pass up. So I walked up to the car, looked in the window and said, “Can I come in and talk about sex with you ladies?”
“Sure, come on in, if you can stand to be with two horny women,” my wife said.
So I got into the back seat of the car, and we started to talk. It was kind of like when we were kids, talking about sex. We talked about our first climaxes, making love, playing with ourselves, what we liked and so on. The air was getting warmer by the minute, but not as warm as we were. I almost thought I could smell those women creaming as we talked. I kept on thinking about those warm, juicy pussies resting on the seat in front of me. And those four luscious boobs, just waiting to be caressed. My hard on was throbbing. My whole body felt like it was on fire.
Finally I felt that I had to do something. So I said, “I’m going to change the rules here.” And I reached over the seat and cupped one hand around Beth’s right breast, and the other around Lee’s left one. For an instant I was worried, but neither woman pulled back, so I just settled in with a nice warm breast in each hand. Both nipples were hard under my palm, and as I slowly started to stroke them, they poked out further.
Beth chuckled and Lee gave a little contented sigh. “I like these new rules,” she said.
So we talked some more, not about the past this time, but about what was happening right now. I told them how I liked stroking their nipples, feeling the warm fullness of their breasts lying softly against my hands. They both said they were getting turned on, which turned me on more. My hard on was straining at my pants. I wondered what we could do next. All sorts of fantasy possibilities ran through my head, but none were too practical in a cramped little car in an open driveway in a quiet neighborhood. Yet I knew that if we decided to get out and go inside, the spell would be broken and the mood would evaporate, along with the erotic possibilities.
After a little thought, I decided that no plan would be best. Just play it out and see what happens, I thought to myself. So I turned off the brain in my head and abandoned myself to the brain between my legs. “Time for another rule change,” I said.
Lee asked innocently, “But Carl, what are we going to play now?”
“This,” I said. And I let go of their breasts and slowly slid my hands down in smooth circles over their bellies, over their pants, and into their crotches.
“But I can’t feel that,” Beth said. “My jeans are too thick.”
“Well, I’ll fix that,” I said, and I rather awkwardly popped open the snaps on each pair of jeans. I slid my hands down into their soft silky panties, under the elastic, over warm pubic hair and down into two delicious wet pussies, which welcomed me with open lips. Just the feel of that warm wetness almost made me come. With the index finger of each hand, I started to roll and tease their clits, first slowly, then a little faster. Both women let out a quiet little groan, and each of them pushed her clit up against my moving fingers.
“But Carl, what about you?” asked my always considerate wife.
By this time I knew that all inhibitions were momentarily suspended, so I said, “Well, here I am.” With that, I rather reluctantly let go of their soaking pussies and opened up my zipper. My hard on burst loose, firm and pulsing. Both Beth and Lee turned to face me, then reached out to stroke my cock. I was in heaven, having two hot, horny women caressing my throbbing pole. I moved my hands into their panties again, and the smell of sex filled the car. Everyone was groaning.
Then Lee spoke up. “Carl,” she said, “this is great, but where can it lead, unless we are going to have sex, and I don’t think we can in this little car.”
She had a point, but at this juncture there was no way I was quitting. I kept playing with their pussies as I considered the possibilities.
“Well, I’ve got an idea,” I said. “Why don’t we all just play with ourselves? Then there’s no fuss, no muss and no worries, and we all get to have fun. And no performance anxiety.”
For a moment I thought this suggestion wasn’t going over. So I just let go of Lee’s warm pussy and reached down to start playing with myself. Lee watched me quietly for a few moments, and then slowly let her hand wander down into her pants. I could hear the squishy sound of her pussy as her finger started to do its work. Meanwhile my wife Beth, who has never been shy, began to work on herself with a fury.
For a few moments, we all sat there in the dark, playing with ourselves. It was great. I pumped my iron hard rod harder and faster, and Lee kept watching me avidly, as if my actions were giving her inspiration for what she was doing to herself. Suddenly Beth said impatiently, “Oh, these damn pants are too much for me.” And with that she raised her hips, pulled her pants and panties down, arched her pussy up into the air and began strumming it like nothing else mattered in the world. She was practically pushing her cunt into the steering wheel. I could see her juices glistening in the moonlight. Then Lee also pulled down her pants, and continued playing with herself.
I was pumping away at my hard on, feeling ready to blast off at any moment. Suddenly, Lee let out a ragged moan. Then she gave a little sigh and lay back with her legs stretched wide. “I came,” she said. “Oh God, my cunt is pulsing, like it’s going to blow off. I have to keep stroking here.” Which she did, and in less than ten seconds she exploded into another climax. I started coming at about the same time, jets of sperm erupting from my cock as I pounded away on it. Beth was writhing in the driver’s seat, groaning and moaning, and then she let out a shriek, and the bucking of her body as she climaxed shook the whole car.
After that we all sat quietly for a few moments. It was a strangely comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Everyone was pleased. We had all come, no one had had to perform, and we all felt fine about it. After a few minutes we got out of the car, went inside and went to bed. C.S., Jackson, Mississippi