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Fortunate Confluence of Events, Chapter 7
This story is work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or actual events is purely coincidental and unintended. All characters are mature and over 50, so this story series will likely appeal more to the older crowd here.
There are descriptions of group sex, with both bisexual female and bisexual male scenarios included herein, so for those who find such activities offensive, please head for the exits now.
This chapter strays pretty heavily into BDSM territory, as the boys use and playfully abuse their slave-girl sluts to the max, but not quite extreme enough to consider jumping to that story category; so strap yourselves in for a wild ride.
Tags for this segment: nudity, polyamory, BDSM, group sex, bisexual male, bisexual female, sexy spit play, MMF, cream pie eating, cum eating, ball sucking, golden showers.
This one’s a bit longer at approx. 9500 words, with apologies for any typos.
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Just as we were about to hike the 700 feet up the road to the restaurant for supper, the two younger couples at our resort who’d gone off on their overnight tour returned.
I went over to ask them how it had gone, and from the sounds of it, they all had a good time exploring. Ingrid, Ruth and Ruben came over and joined in the conversation.
“We’re leaving for Cancun first thing in the morning, though,” one of the girls told me; “So if we don’t see you before then, you guys have fun!”
“Oh yeah,” I replied.
If only they knew..
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At dinner, there were too many ears around for us to discuss the fantasies that had been rolling around in our heads since the whole ‘bucket list’ topic came up; so for the most part, we behaved ourselves.
On the way home though, that changed.
“How have you boys been doing – have you come up with anything?”
“Oh, only a dozen or so,” Ruben chuckled.
“OK, lets have our huddles then. You boys go to Max’s, and we’ll go to Ingrid’s. Set your watches for one hour. That should be enough time to iron out our priorities,” Ruth said with a wink.
Ingrid looked at Ruth and giggled. They’d probably already figured theirs out, I thought to myself.
The girls skittered away down the path while Rube and I retreated to my front porch. I poured us both a scotch on the rocks, then sat down beside my accomplice to discuss what had been occupying our thoughts so completely all day long.
“So Rube, tell me what’s on your mind. It’s probably not much different than what’s on mine. Whatever are we going to do with these frisky ladies?”
“How do you feel about swapping partners?” He asked, the inflection in his voice providing little doubt about where he stood on the matter.
“I feel awesome about the prospect, dude. You’ve got quite the hot wife there.”
“And you’ve got yourself a hot one too, my friend.”
It was obvious that we were both equally attracted to each other’s mates. And the girls had more than hinted that they were similarly enamoured with us.
“I’d find it very erotic watching you and Ingrid together again, while I engage with your wife. She looked so good sucking that monster of yours the other day. Shocked the shit out of me when they traded places though.”
“Well Ruthie and I have done that sort of thing before, like I said, so for me, it wasn’t really unexpected that they might do that. Just that they did it right out there in the open where someone might spot us.. well yeah I guess it blew me away too.”
“So you’re not feeling ‘iffy’ about the whole thing? I have to admit, back there on the beach yesterday, I wondered if you were really OK with Ruthie doing that – sucking my cock right in front of you.”
“Hell, I don’t think I’ve seen anything sexier in my life. Watching her on you was even more intense than watching Ingrid doing the same to me. If you’re asking if I felt jealous in any way, the answer is an emphatic no.”
“Well that’s a big relief then. That’s exactly how I felt too, watching Ingrid pleasure you. It didn’t bother me in the least – in fact, it had quite the opposite effect. Even imagining you having your way with her, well – you can see what it’s doing to me already.”
We still had our clothes on from the restaurant, but the bulge in my shorts was plain to see.
“When I was twenty-something, it was a whole different story though. Back then, the thought of some other guy fucking my wife would have sent me through the roof – and then to my gun cabinet.”
“Yeah,” Ruben laughed; “how things change when you get older..”
“And more secure in your relationships,” I added for good measure.
“Alright, so now that we’ve established that very important point, let’s get into the nitty gritty,” Ruben said, recalling the whole purpose of our ‘huddles’.
“How’s this for our first ‘bucket list’ item: We tell them they have to follow our every instruction for a set period of time – say, two hours. izmit escort bayan We’re the masters, they’re our slave girls – our whores to use as we see fit. Anything they don’t want to do, or us to do to them, is fine; we just move on to something else. We can start out on our own partners, then switch back and forth as the mood suits us. Mix and match till our hearts content.”
“I’m with you on that, partner – I think that’s a great idea. If we did it that way, we might get almost everything we want in one session. Do you think Ruth would go for that? I’m pretty sure Ingrid would.”
“I’m certain of it,” he said, adding, “She is submissive by nature. We talked about their little demonstration yesterday. She told me she loves your thick cock, and how much she might enjoy it stretching her holes out.”
We started to build the scene, complete with the sequence of events as we saw it playing out. Even though we thought of a lot of dastardly things to do while we were having our way with them, we decided to tell them few of the ‘dirty details’ beyond us being in control and swapping parters at will.
Ruben asked if Ingrid liked me to talk dirty to her, and I burst out laughing.
“In the outside world, Ingrid is the perfect lady – a real class act. But in the privacy of her bedroom she is the perfect whore, worth more than all the gold in the world to me. I’ve never met a woman so into body fluids as she is – which is a perfect match for a guy like me.
“And..” I added, “she loves to be called every name in the book. So don’t hold back.”
Now it was Ruben’s turn to laugh out loud.
“Just like Ruthie, then!”
“Really? There can’t be two women in this world like her .. can there?” I asked incredulously.
“Have you ever read the stories they collaborate on? They’re insanely filthy. I never would’ve known about their kinks had she not showed me one of them about six months back. After that I couldn’t read the rest of them fast enough. It’s like they feed off each other. We’re gonna have a field day with the two of them, I just know it!”
“I’d love to see them feeding off each other in other ways too – and especially after we pump them full of our cum,” I commented, rather crassly.
“And lick our cocks clean afterwards too,” Rube added, now rubbing himself lewdly right in front of me. I was already forming a wet spot at the end of the lump in my shorts.
“Ingrid hasn’t shown me her stories yet. I’ll look forward to reading them, if she ever lets me.”
“Well man, get ready for a big dose of the real thing – it’s all right there waiting for us, within our grasp. Let’s give them – and all of us – something to remember.”
“So to summarize our first wish,” I continued; “we’ll just have them do everything we say for two hours.”
“Yeah, Say, ten till noon?”
“Perfect.”
“Oh, and just a heads up,” Ruben continued, “If I were a betting man, I’d wager that one of their wishes is going to be watching you and I perform on each other. Ruth and I have fantasized about sharing a cock, and even did it once, years ago on our first trip to Desire. She’s made no secret of how much she wants to see me ‘do’ another guy..”
As he spoke those words, I felt myself getting even harder at the thought of it. Was it obvious, I wondered, as the growth in my shorts started to become rather cumbersome.
“..Just so you’re prepared. Is that something you could tolerate, if the girls asked? Most guys would probably draw the line there, so please, be honest, and don’t feel pressured..”
“To be completely truthful, I wouldn’t mind with doing that with you, Ruben. After all, look what we’ve done so far. I’ve tasted your cum, for God’s sake. And I actually liked it – as much as I like my own. I’ve never felt another man’s cock in my mouth, so for me, that’s a bucket list item I’d secretly like to experience at least once. Hell, maybe I’ll like that too.”
“So if I am to understand you, you’re open to having sexual contact with me, if that’s what the girls ask us to do?” He queried, stifling a smirk.
“I sure am, if you are likewise. I could never do it with just anyone, but with everything that’s happened between the four of us, I think I’d really enjoy that. We’ve all become very close in the short time we’ve been together.”
It felt so liberating to get that unsaid truth out in the open, and confess one of my deepest, darkest fantasies to Ruben; it was like the whole room was glowing with joy. And judging from his similar state of arousal, it seemed our conversation was rubbing him the right way too.
We smiled at each other, unabashedly glaring down at each other’s erections, all but bursting through our clothes.
“Well,” I said, “looks like all four heads are in agreement.”
We raised our glasses in a ‘cheers’, now feeling quite full of ourselves.
“What the hell are we doing still wearing clothes, anyway,” I said, and started taking yahya kaptan escort bayan mine off.
We were at a nudist resort, after all.
“How far would you go?” He asked provocatively, as he stood and disrobed in kind.
“All the way,” I said without hesitation, looking him right in the eye. “I’d be happy to take you in my mouth, or up the ass; and I’d be thrilled if you’d allow me to reciprocate in kind. I’ve been patiently waiting for Ingrid to take me with her strap-on – she’s had her fingers up there already and I have to admit it felt pretty good. I almost came from that alone.”
“Well holy fuck, you guys have one of those too!” Ruben exclaimed, as we tossed our clothes aside and once again took our seats.
“Ingrid has one – it was in the box you brought with you, remember?”
“We never saw what was in the box – it was all sealed up. We knew they were sex toys though, Ruthie picked them up for her state-side when she went toy-shopping.”
“So you’ve tried that then – the strap-on? Ruth does that for you?” I asked, curious as all hell.
“Yup. I love it when she straps hers on and fucks me into next week. And, I have cum from just that, several times. So has she, thanks to the little vibe that slips into her harness. We actually have three dildos for it, so we start with the smallest and work our way up. The largest one is even bigger around than you are.”
“If we’re going to do the strap-on thing, we would have to plan ahead,” he added. “Neither of us are particularly into scat, so we like to be clean when we probe each other there. Let’s cross that bridge if we come to it.”
“I’ve got condoms – they’d work in a pinch.”
Ruben chuckled; “So do I – lots of them. After all, we’re going to a swingers’ resort next week. I packed three boxes.”
After some discussion, we decided to leave that out of it for the time being. I was somewhat relieved – as I had no experience at all with getting pegged, and thought that it might best be something Ingrid and I tried privately before doing it in front of anyone else.
“Personal question,” I started to say, not knowing if I should really be asking it, but finally relenting and getting it out there. “Are you and Ruthie into .. pee play at all?”
Ruben smiled and nodded. “Oh yeah..”
I felt relief wash over me.
“Well then, perhaps we can give the girls a good shower when we’re done waylaying them; and maybe even get one back!” I boldly stated.
“I think that’s a great idea. We can make that our second request if you like – I know how Ruthie feels, but I’m not really sure about Ingrid..”
On the one hand I wanted to be open and honest, but on the other, I was conscious of protecting Ingrid’s privacy.
As I thought more about it, it was apparent that Ingrid and Ruth kept no secrets from each other, and Ruth probably kept none from Ruben either, so the former won out.
“Well,” I finally answered, “I’m confident that we would all enjoy a nice warm shower after fucking their brains out,” hinting at the hidden truth behind my carefully chosen words.
“I’m definitely with you on that, partner!”
Ruben and I felt like schoolboys, gossiping about their girlfriends and getting hornier than goatweed in the process.
“Let’s knock it off there then. I think we’ve pretty much covered everything we want. I sure am curious about what the girls come up with though. How about a refill on that scotch? I’m empty.”
As I was refilling our glasses, our two bubbling beauties bounced up the stairs and joined us on my front porch.
“So, what sort of devious ideas did you boys come up with?” Ingrid asked with a grin.
“You first!” I retorted, pouring the girls a drink.
“OK, we’ll give you one of ours first,” she agreed, “then you give us your first one.”
The two looked at each other, then Ruth said, “Go ahead Ingrid. Tell them.”
“OK, here goes. We want to watch you guys pleasure each other until both of you have cum at least once. We’ll sit and watch, and direct the action, as it suits our whims. If you don’t want to do anything specific we request, that’s no problem.”
Ruth added, “We might even join in and share cocks with you, if you’re good boys and do what you’re told. But we want to call the shots – no pun intended.”
They looked at each other and giggled like a couple of schoolgirls.
Ruben and I smiled at each other, then turned to the girls and nodded in silent agreement.
“We’d even love to watch you guys fuck each other too, if you were into doing that,” Ingrid added. “We’d help you prepare, of course – we do have some experience with that, as you horny buggers well know.”
“Well, that’s a pretty tall order,” Ruben dead-panned, “but we actually talked about that, figuring it might pop up on your list, and we’re both more than good with it. We promise we’ll give you an entertaining show.”
The izmit anal yapan escort girls raised their eyebrows at each other and seemed quite happy about Ruben’s response.
“OK, what’s your first request, boys?” Ruthie wanted to know.
Ruben looked at me; “Go ahead, Max.”
“Sure. We want pretty much the the mirror image of your request, to have our way with you – both of you – swapping back and forth when and how we see fit.
“We would be calling the shots this time, having you girls do our bidding for two hours, or until we are all totally spent. And of course if there is anything you’re not comfortable with, the same goes for you. We all retain veto power.”
“That sounds sort of like carte blanche..” Ruth remarked.
“Well, it’s no different from what you’re asking of us, is it?” Ruben replied.
The girls looked at each other as though they might be waffling – and doing so in jest I suspected – but after an extended quasi-dramatic pause, they both agreed, then got right back to their giggling selves.
“Wow, we’re only half way through our little wish list. Two down, two to go!” Ruben said.
Ruth then took the floor, to elucidate the girls’ second request.
“Number two: we would like to swap partners for a whole night. So, I would sleep with you,” she said looking straight at me, “and Ingrid would sleep with you, my dear husband.”
I don’t think either Ruben or I saw that coming.
“We could all have a romantic dinner-for-four together – you guys doing all the work, of course – then retreat to our separate casitas, and explore each other’s mates to the fullest. We could reconvene for breakfast around nine or ten the next morning to compare notes. How does that sit with you guys?”
That should have been obvious with the look of astonishment and excitement on our faces.
“I’m GREAT with that!” Ruben exclaimed, “Though you may want to re-think having us doing the cooking if you want something decent to eat.”
We all got a laugh out of that.
“I would be most honoured, if it pleases both of you,” I stated to the girls, echoing Ruben’s remarks. “And I could probably muster up some wieners and beans.”
“OK, well maybe we’ll do the cooking then, and you guys can clean up,” Ingrid backtracked. “But now for the last wish. What’ve you guys got left that we haven’t covered in the first three?”
“Rube and I wondered,” I posited, “if you girls might be into some naughty fetish-fun – like, say, some pee-play? Whatever you want and how you want to do it is fine with us.”
“My my, you guys really must have opened up to each other,” Ingrid astutely observed.
“Ha, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet,” Ruben wisecracked, prompting belly laughs all around.
“Well, I’m up for that, how about you Ruthie?” My lovely lady asked.
“I suppose that could be arranged.. it might provide fodder for a future story collaboration too,” she answered, that devious grin back on her face again.
“Whew! That was fun!” Ruben commented.
“The real fun has yet to begin,” I replied. “Now, let’s talk sequence and schedule. When and where do we start?”
“Can you give us a minute?” Ruth requested, pulling Ingrid out the door with her for a pow-wow.
The girls stood whispering to each other in the dark for a couple of minutes before returning to join us on the porch.
“OK, this is what we suggest,” Ruth explained. “First, we act as your slaves, two hours like you say. We could do that tomorrow morning after breakfast if you like?”
Ruben and I nodded our approval.
“The next day,” she went on, “same time, after breakfast, we get to watch the two of you, and use you as our little playthings. We can help each of you out earlier in the morning, to make sure you are nice and clean in all the right places.”
Ruth continued; “If you guys want to engage in some filthy piss play, we should do that later in the day, when we’re all well hydrated. We can do it either day, or – what the fuck – every day we’re here for that matter. You probably know now that we are both very much into it.”
I don’t know who was harder and purpler at this point – Ruben or I.
I recalled from earlier in our stay, when Ingrid and I were alone here at the resort, we’d gone outside after dark and engaged in this most taboo of recreations – and me for the first time tasting this forbidden fruit – then dashed out into the ocean to rinse ourselves off. The thought of doing that with all four of us involved was beyond what I could imagine.
“We think the grand finale of our bucket lists might best be to swap partners for the night; say, Friday,” Ruth went on. “I don’t think any of us will have any secrets the rest of us don’t already know by then.”
“That’ll work perfectly!” Rube replied. “That pretty much eats up our week together.”
We agreed to begin our little adventure first thing the next morning – a Wednesday. We bid Rube and Ruth good night, and sealed it with long and luxuriously wet kisses – between Ruth and I, and Ruben and Ingrid.
I was really starting to feel a romantic connection with Ruthie, and my heart fluttered at the thought of making love to her, especially on the wife-swap sleepover. Her mouth was smaller than her friend’s, but her lips seemed fuller. Both of them were very good kissers too.