Foursomes and Moresomes Ch. 01

I counted the pulses of my cock. When I got to twelve, I collapsed on top of my lover. My wife. And then my eyes went black.

A few moments—seconds . . . minutes . . . it didn't matter—later, I lifted my head off the pillow.

Leah lay beneath me, our naked bodies still pressed together. Her eyes were closed. Her hands absently ran up and down my back. Her featherlight touch made my skin crawl.

I nuzzled up to her neck. She squealed with delight when I hit that spot she loves.

We held each other for a long time, knowing that our peaceful interlude would soon come to an end. Our wives and children would be coming home soon, but for now, it was just the two of us. Cozied up in our little sanctuary, we savoured the moments we had together.

*************

"Have you seen Mimi and Geoff's latest video?" Leah asked as I lathered up her hair.

"No," I replied. "When was it posted?"

"Tuesday." She tilted her head back as my hands massaged her scalp. "They sent us an email . . . wanting to know if we would come down and see them next month."

The warm water cascaded over our bodies. There were jets coming from all directions, one of the luxuries we had built into this house. In each of the master suites, we had a stand-up shower large enough for the four of us and a tub that could hold everyone with room to spare. Each bathroom was larger than my first apartment; they were almost as big as the master bedrooms.

What used to be Melinda and my room has a Mediterranean décor along with all the usual amenities: dual sinks, lots of outlets, heated tile floors and so on. We spared no expense. Some days I feel guilty for the amount of money we spent on this house; if we had given it to charity, I'm sure Habitat for Humanity could have built a dozen homes for needy families. But at times like this, the guilt seemed to wash away like the sweat and the grime.

"Have you replied to them?" I said, tilting her head back under one of the spray nozzles.

She rinsed the shampoo out of her hair before answering. "Not yet. I figured we needed to talk with Melinda and Katie first. Turn around; I'll wash your back."

"What exactly did they say?" When we had them over for dinner while we were in Georgia, Mimi mentioned something to Leah about us coming down to see them. Neither she nor Geoff talked to me. Apparently they had a proposition for the four of us. It seems that they had a few unfulfilled fantasies.

Usually, when one of our "friends" approaches us about watching or swinging with us, we brush them off. After all, we zealously guard our privacy. Melinda is a department chair at the university. Between her job and her artwork, Leah is a local celebrity of sorts. Katie is a partner in a successful veterinary practice. I mostly take up space and mooch off the hard work of my wives, and I worry about the kids and what they might hear.

The last thing I want is for our names and faces to appear on the news or in the local tabloids. I don't want them hearing rumours about how their parents are freaks. I've spent the last five years of my life trying to come up with a story that explains why our family is so different from everyone else they know and I don't want that explanation to come from their friends at school or from the television.

Plus, I've got three wonderful partners already. There aren't many fantasies—or combinations—we haven't already worked out. I don't want to be the gateway for someone else to get their rocks off. And, if truth be told, I don't want to share "my" girls with anyone else.

But then along came Mimi and Geoff. I guess they're a little different because they are old friends. I've actually known them longer than I've known Leah, and the two of us go back to middle school. They're also freakier than we are.

Mimi just made partner at her law firm. Geoff teaches art at a high school. Both appear to be upstanding members of their community. They go to church and liberally give money to local charities. On the side they have a pornographic website. It's apparently very lucrative because Mimi told us they make more selling subscriptions to people who want to watch them fuck than she makes practising law (Geoff makes squat as a teacher so comparing their website income to his salary would be pointless).

It doesn't stop there. The website they run features the two of them in various role-plays. In their videos, they're strictly monogamous, despite calls on their forums for them to introduce multiple partners. They have a small crew who does the actual filming and editing, but other than that, it's just them.

Geoff's face almost never appears on camera, and when it does, he's usually hiding behind a beard/goatee and/or sunglasses. I guess he doesn't want to be outed at school. Of course, he's not the reason why people pay a subscription fee to join their website.

Mimi is the main attraction. Or rather, her online persona of "Crystal" is why people pay the subscription fee. Have I mentioned that Mimi is absolutely drop-dead gorgeous? Her body has been smokin'-hawt since about seventh grade when the small bumps on her chest that began to bud in fifth grade filled out into big, full breasts. Her hips are nice and round. Her lips are full and sensual. She gets her exotic looks from her just-as-beautiful Lebanese mother.

When on camera, she, too, disguises herself a little. Using wigs, make-up and some airbrushed tattoos, she has kept up this online alter ego for over two years and has yet to be recognised in public. Either that or the people who do recognise her would be too ashamed to admit they're whacking off while watching her fuck her husband (because that's what the four of us do when we watch their internet videos).

To say it was a shock that some of our best friends from high school were getting rich off a pornographic internet site would be an understatement. Most of the videos on their site are of them, although they also feature a few other couples who they pay to appear. This generates a healthy amount of traffic and between advertising on their site, subscription fees and "Best of . . ." collections on DVD, they could easily quit their day jobs and go into porn full time.

At first, we thought they were trying to recruit us to appear on their webpage. That was completely off the table. All of us were dead set against that in any way, shape or form. We don't need the money and I don't want my Uncle Tom or Katie's brother-in-law Jerry watching us have sex.

After a few emails and a video conference, Mimi and Geoff assured us they wanted something else. It seems that their online exploits are just a bit of role-play for them. It pays the bills and feeds their inner exhibitionists, but isn't how they really are in bed. On their website, Mimi—er, Crystal—is the typical cock-hungry nymphomaniac who likes to talk dirty as her guy cums on her face. All she does is suck and fuck and let Geoff—a.k.a. Peter—blow his load all over her.

In reality, they're hardcore into BDSM with her as the Domme and him as the sub. Early on, they did a little bit of that on their site and it wasn't very well received among their generally "mainstream" audience. They got lots of offers from fetish sites, but that didn't make them as much money. It seems that in order for BDSM sites to do well, viewers like the men dominant and the women submissive.

"Geoff just doesn't have it in him," Mimi told us during one of our video conferences. She was very matter-of-fact, although I detected just a hint of disappointment in her voice. "Not even in make-believe."

"So what do you want from us?" Melinda asked, not mincing words.

Mimi and Geoff exchanged a loving look, then looked into the webcam. Geoff took a deep breath before speaking. "We want you four to help us fulfill a fantasy."

We exchanged a couple more emails. In some ways the whole process was very surreal. They had some ideas. We countered. They countered our counter-offer. It was like we were negotiating an NFL salary cap contract, only instead of playing-time incentives, no-trade clauses or roster bonuses, our discussions involved anal sex, bondage, nipple clips and the Sybian.

At first, the girls and I were all over the map as to whether to accept their proposition. But lately, the four of us had been closer to a consensus. Even Melinda, who had initially been the most wary of the three girls, was coming around.

I was just going with the flow, but deep down, I hoped this latest email would seal the deal.

"They're okay with everything we've asked for," Leah replied, a hint of excitement in her voice. She pressed her body against me and I could feel her erect nipples digging in to my back.

My hand reached between us and went to the space between her legs. She was slick and not just because we were in the shower.

I turned around, letting the water rinse off my back. Mr. Happy practically jumped into Leah's waiting hands.

When I was fully erect, I spun her around and pressed her against the wall. The warm water washed over us both. It's a good thing we had a "tankless" hot water heater put in at each of the master bathrooms or the flow would have gone cold at just about any moment!

The head of my cock was wedged between the cheeks of her ass. My hands caressed her shoulders and I nibbled my way up her neck.

"I like that," Leah purred.

"Pussy or ass?" I whispered in her ear.

"You're an evil man, making me choose," she snickered. "Which do you want?"

Reaching around, I cupped her breasts. They were cool after being pressed against the tile, but they warmed quickly in my hands.

"I want to cum in your tight little cunt," I bit the nape of her neck.

"It won't be so tight after your baby comes," Leah tilted her head back. My lips went to her neck.

"Our baby," I corrected her.

She made moaning noises as I nibbled on her soft skin. Pulling her back towards me, I bent her forward at the waist. She reached out and propped herself up against the wall.

I slipped into her easily. Having two loads of cum inside her already made her sex exceptionally slick.

My fingers dug into her hips and we established an easy rhythm. We didn't have much time left, but I was determined to enjoy every second of our private tryst.

"Cum in me," Leah groaned. "Cum in me like you're going to make another baby . . ."

I increased my rhythm just a little. The sound of my hips slapping against her ass broke through the steady stream of water. We both cried out with pleasure.

Leah was leaning against the wall, one arm holding her up. Her other hand was between her legs, frantically rubbing her clit.

Even after cumming twice inside her, I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Fuck me," she shouted, and I was all too happy to oblige.

"Sweetie . . . I'm going to . . . I'm about to . . ."

"Yes," Leah moaned. "Cum all over me."

Our hips moved in concert. After eleven years of lovemaking we knew just how to get each other off.

I thrust into her one final time. She whimpered and I felt her pussy fill with warmth.

Neither of us moved for a long time. I could still hear my heart pounding.

"No . . . don't," she said when I started to pull out of her. "Hold me."

Taking Leah in my arms, we leaned against the tile wall, spooned together. My legs were weak; hers probably were, too.

Brushing her hair to the side, I kissed the back of her neck at the spot of her tattoo.

When we got back from Georgia, the girls decided we needed to find a way to proclaim our eternal love for one another. I thought that's what the wedding bands were for, but they had other plans.

I'm not sure who came up with the idea, but we all decided to mark ourselves. Actually, they made the decision; I acquiesced because that's what husbands with three wives do. There was a little bit of discussion, but soon Leah drew up an image we all could live with.

On each of us, right at the top of our neck, there is a tattoo of a four-leaf clover. It's surrounded by a gleaming gold ring. Inside the ring are four stars, one for each of our children. When the new babies are born, we're going to get four more stars. The girls all have shoulder-length or longer hair, and my tattoo is low enough on my neck it's hidden if I'm wearing a shirt with a collar, so you can only see them if we want you to. Otherwise they're our little secret, kind of like our foursome.

"I love you," she said gently.

We held each other until my flaccid cock slipped out of my wife. Then I turned her around and pulled her close. We rinsed ourselves one more time, then dried off, got dressed and waited for the rest of our family to return.

We didn't say another word. Neither of us wanted to break the precious silence or calm. Instead we just cuddled up with the twins in Leah's belly and let our love speak for itself.

*************

That night, after putting the kids to bed, the four of us sat around the coffee table in the living room. Each of us had a copy of Mimi and Geoff's email.

"So what do we do?" I asked.

"I say we do it." Since our trip to Georgia, Katie was the most gung-ho about this new adventure.

"To what end?" Melinda asked skeptically. She has been the most reserved. I think she didn't want anything to mess us the chemistry we had formed over the years. Extra-marital activity will do that, you know. "Do we want two more partners?"

"It's not like we're inviting them to move in," Katie pointed out.

"So why Mimi and Geoff?" my blond wife said. I think in part she was playing the devil's advocate, if only to get us to fully think through the actions we were thinking about. "Why not Ed and Becky? Or Jimmy and Cassie? How many other couples have propositioned us for some action? Why these two?"

"They're old friends," Leah said. "We can trust them. They have more to lose than we do."

"You haven't seen them in what . . . twelve . . . years?" Melinda pressed. "I'm sure they knew—or at least heard the rumours—about us years ago. Why didn't they contact us then? Why now?"

"Maybe they weren't ready to take this step," I said calmly. "Maybe we aren't either."

"I just don't want to lose what we've got," Melinda said softly. Leah reached over and took her hand. "It's been eleven years and I think we've got a pretty good thing going. I'm afraid of messing us up."

An uncomfortable silence fell over the table.

Katie turned to me. "What do you want? You've been awful quiet during this whole discussion."

"I want you three to be happy," I said simply.

"So you don't want to bang Mimi?" Leah taunted.

"Not any more than you do," I retorted. "Here's where I stand on this: There can be no doubts for any of us. We all need to be on the exact same page about everything. There can be no jealousy, no resentments. If we go, we all have to want to. If we say no, we all have to want that, too."

"You're evading the question," Katie said. "Is this something you want?"

I shifted uncomfortably. "Truthfully? No. Would I like to get into Yesmine Williamson's pants? Hell, yes, I would! Anyone with a pulse would. Do I want to share the three of you with someone else? No. Call me a selfish bastard, but I don't like the idea of someone else—anyone else—sleeping with my girls. Let's face it: You three have spoiled me. For the past decade, I've had the three most beautiful women in the world all to myself. And I don't want to share."

"But—" Leah started.

"I'm not done." I put up my hand to stop her. "But I know this is something you all want . . . Yes, even you, Melinda. I know there are some things you all want to do that for whatever reason don't work when it comes to the four of us. I understand that. But I want you all to be happy. I want you to have that something I can't give you myself. I think we should do it. They've agreed to our terms. We've agreed to theirs. As far as I'm concerned, all the cards are on the table. I grew up with these two and I know we can trust them."

"Are you sure?" Melinda said softly.

"If that's what the three of you want," I replied, meaning every word. "Listen . . . I've spent the last decade living out every guy's fantasy. I know there are some others that you all have that I just can't deliver . . . at least not on my own. I just want you all to be happy."

"And you want to bone the hottest girl in the school," Leah snorted.

"Oh, hell, yeah! Do you remember going tubing with them on the Ichetucknee? I'm glad the water is a cool 72 degrees all year long . . . it kept my hard-on under control and Mimi's nipples up all day."

At that point our conversation devolved into some playful smacks, pinches and tickling. There was a little more discussion, but everyone knew where it was going, and soon enough we had a consensus.

A little while later, we were lay in the big bed. Katie and Leah were curled up together. Melinda and I held one another, watching them sleep.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" she whispered in my ear.

I kissed Melinda on the back of her neck. "Are you going to fall in love with Mimi or Geoff?"

"No."

"Then I'm fine," I said. "Remember that week in Disney World? I was okay sharing you with Carl and I'll be okay sharing you all with Geoff."

"As long as you get to have Mimi."

"No, it's not even that." I nibbled on her neck a little more. "If you said you three wanted to have them and all I could do was watch, I'd be fine with that. I love you. I love Leah and I love Katie. I don't want for attention or sex or love. As long as you three are waking up in my arms every morning, I don't care what else goes on between me and them."

"I'm happy to hear you say that," Melinda said softly. "A part of me thinks that we're jumping into this a little early. After all, the four of us have only been 'married' for three months. Adding extra partners usually doesn't help out most marriages . . . but then again, we're not most marriages. I also know Katie has been the most enthusiastic about this because she's the least experienced. She never got to have any wild flings; it was pretty much Carl, Leah and then us."

She paused for a moment. "But I know they're not looking for anything other than a weekend of wild, uninhibited sex. None of us want anything other than what we've got right now. But it would be nice to get to try out some of those things we've talked about for all these years."

We both purred at the mention of all those nasty little fantasies everyone has but very few people ever act out. My cock stiffened a little between her thighs.

"I want you to know one other thing," she said as I pushed forward, my cockhead pressing against the slick entrance to her pussy. "I've already told the other girls this . . . and I'll tell Mimi and Geoff, too . . . I don't want him inside me. I'll suck him off, I'll let him tittyfuck me, but I won't have intercourse with him and I won't swallow for him. You're the only man who will ever have me."

Pulling her close, I nuzzled up against her neck. She moaned softly when I bit her just at the top of the shoulder. I pushed forward with my cock and slipped inside her.

We made love long and slow. At first we tried to be quiet, but soon enough, both of the other girls were awake. They joined in and the four of us knew nothing but the pleasure and love that the other three felt.

*************

The girls banished me from the house.

Usually, I'm in charge of running the day-to-day things and keeping everything straight. It's all part of being the one of us who stays home. However, with company coming, the girls all went on a cleaning tear, because apparently I didn't do it right.

Mimi and Geoff had originally invited us to come visit them, but the girls wanted to do it on their own terms and in a place that was familiar to them. So we invited our friends up to visit us for a long weekend once school got out. There's enough to do where we live that we could entertain the kids during the day and have some side adventures for ourselves at night.