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A Birthday to Remember

As I stood there, my wife's note clutched in my hand, I wondered what I had done to deserve this.

Then I stopped to think about the course of recent events in our life.

Our time together had been rough, these past few months - years, really, to be honest. When we were first married, my wife Denise and I were inseparable, and, like most couples, the first year or so of marriage was fantastic. Especially the sex. We had been adventurous, making love pretty much whenever and wherever we felt like it at home. There was even one time when, driving home late at night from a concert, that we were so horny that we stopped the car on the side of the road and snuck onto a golf course to fuck out in the open on one of the greens.

That was nearly ten years ago now, and steady advancement in each of our jobs had given us financial success and security but had steadily robbed our marriage of its zest. We still made love, and, yes, it was still good, but it was hurried, squeezed in at the end of a twelve-hour day or done between errands on the weekend. It was even worse now that my department was in charge of the marketing for a new product launch, and most days I was in at 7 a.m. and didn't typically leave the office until well after 10 p.m. Denise worked a lot, but my life - what was left of it - really wasn't even my own anymore.

One day, at the end of one of my marathon sessions at the office, we were lying in bed, and I was fighting off the urge to sleep so we could at least have some time to talk to each other about our respective days when Denise got uncharacteristically serious.

"Sweetie, this is important. You know your birthday is coming up two weekends from now," she said.

I hadn't actually realized this with the pace of my work schedule lately. I nodded anyway, and she pressed on.

"I've decided that we're going away that weekend. No excuses. No iPhone, no laptop, no work, nothing. In fact, I've already rented a cabin in Vermont that's a half-mile back in the woods on a private pond - it's so deep in the sticks that it doesn't even get cell reception. And if they fire you, fine. At least I'll get my husband back."

I listened, still nodding, though more in drowsiness than in agreement. But the next day, I told my boss I wouldn't be in on that Saturday and that I'd be out of touch that whole weekend. To my surprise, he agreed so long as I showed up for at least an hour that Saturday morning to give my team some direction for that day. I reluctantly agreed.

When I told Denise that I did get most of the weekend off, she was pissed at first. Then she asked, "So you're only going in for an hour - then you can drive up to meet me?"

"Yes," I said, "After that, I'm all yours the rest of the weekend."

She looked distracted for a moment, as though she were calculating something. Then her expression brightened.

"That's fine, love, that will definitely work. I'll just open the place up and bring all our food and supplies for the weekend. Oooh, I'm so excited!"

I had to admit that I was too. I had no idea what she was planning for me, but it had to be better than reviewing data from focus groups for a dozen solid hours.

My birthday weekend finally arrived. As promised, I did go into the office but I only stayed my requisite hour, then jumped on the freeway and headed north. By the time I got off the highway, it was already midday. I followed my wife's directions, going from state road to town road to back road to what finally seemed like a goat path until I found the driveway that was nearly hidden in the underbrush.

She hadn't been exaggerating. As I trundled down the driveway, I watched the tripmeter - this place was almost a mile back off the nearest road. As I finally got to the cabin, I noticed a rental car parked in the driveway. For a moment I wondered if I had the right address. I parked and walked up to the side door, where I found a note in Denise's distinctive handwriting that was marked, "To my love." I was inexplicably nervous as I wondered what she had planned for this weekend.

That was how I came to find myself in the middle of God-knows-where holding a note from my wife in trembling fingers.

I opened it and began to read.

"You've had the worst two months that I can remember, so I figured you deserve a reward. This weekend, we're going to realize all your fantasies. There are only a few rules:

One, once you go inside and freshen up, take off all your clothes and leave them off. You won't be needing them the rest of the weekend.

Two, put yourself first for once. This weekend is all about making you happy.

Three, trust me. Remember that I'm your wife, and I love you.

Once you've showered, come down the basement stairs and meet me out back.

Love, Me"

My stomach was tight and roiling as I shoved the note in my pocket. What exactly did she have planned? What did she means by "all my fantasies"?

Despite the frequency with which we made love early in our marriage, the majority of our sexual encounters had been pretty conventional, and I hadn't actually told her many of my fantasies for fear of putting her off. As someone who was relatively conservative in almost all aspects of her life, my wife wasn't someone to whom you could easily describe your most private urges. On occasion, though, that would sometimes change once we were in bed. There had been just a few times when she got excited and her entire aspect changed. She would get this breathless, eager quality, and she encouraged me to share my secret impulses before we had sex. On these occasions, I had divulged some of them.

Naturally, one of my fantasies involves a threesome where I would share her with another woman, but I almost didn't count that one since it is so common as to be almost a standard-issue desire for most men. Surprisingly, she wasn't averse to the idea when I mentioned it. In fact, she confessed she had always regretted that she never experimented with girls while she was in college. At the time we laughed since both ideas seem so clichéd nowadays. Unoriginal as these fantasies were this conversation lead to the one and only time we had actually - at least sort of - lived out one of our fantasies.

About a year or so after we were married, we ended up at a friend-of-a-friend's party. We were excited to go, since they had a huge, beautiful house, but we hardly knew anyone there. Out of nervousness or boredom - I'm not sure which - we both drank far too much, which lowered our inhibitions and our ability to drive. We knew we were there for the night and we were virtual unknowns, so we decided to adventure a little.

Denise met a blonde named Sarah, whose husband paid attention to every woman there but her. Whether it was natural attraction, a desire for revenge, or a little of both, Sarah spent most of her evening glued to Denise. They eventually ended up in a back bedroom, ostensibly to use the attached bathroom, but when I found them they were lying on the bed kissing. As I watched, Sarah's hand crept down under Denise's skirt and into her panties. She slipped a finger into her pussy and pumped it in and out. Denise, in turn, ground her pelvis into Sarah's hand and clutched at her ass, pulling the blonde woman into her. She popped the front of Sarah's jeans open and jammed her fingers into her new friend's cunt while her thumb massaged her clit, mimicking Sarah's fingering.

I watched at first, entirely mesmerized, but as they settled into a steady rhythm, I moved toward them. With her free hand, Denise grabbed my ass and pulled me closer to her. She unzipped my jeans and fished my hardening dick out. She popped it into her mouth and sucked me until I was hard, then pulled away and directed me towards Sarah. Without breaking pace, Sarah allowed me to slip into her mouth, and I held one hand against her head as I thrust my cock into her mouth, making her gag a little. As excited and inebriated as I was, I only lasted a minute or two before I shot my load down her throat. She eagerly sucked down my cum, wrapping her hand around my cock and squeezing me gently until she had licked up the last droplet of cum from my dick. I fell back, sitting heavily on a loveseat while Sarah turned her full attention back to kissing and fingering my wife. As they were kissing, Denise gave me a sidelong devilish grin, winked slowly at me, and went back to mauling Sarah as they bucked against each other's fingers. I must have either passed out or fallen asleep at that point, because the next thing I recalled was Denise kissing me in my ear and telling me that we should be heading to an upstairs bedroom. According to my wife, not long after I had passed out, Sarah's husband found them and pulled her away, but not before Denise had come hard under Sarah's ministrations.

The next morning was pretty quiet as we drove home. In fact, except as a prelude to sex, we never mentioned the encounter. I considered myself lucky though. Most guys never get to experience a threesome of any sort, and, true, it wasn't the exact circumstance I would have chosen, it was still without a doubt the most erotic experience we had as a couple.

Though we had, in a way, experienced one of my fantasies, the only other fantasy I had ever shared with Denise had not yet come true. I've always been something of a secret exhibitionist. My favorite fantasy has always been to be able to have a night at our house where my wife and various other women, depending on the scenario I create, walk around completely nude for the entire evening. I am nude as well, and I'm able to simply walk over and fuck any one of them whenever the mood strikes me.

When we were first married, I was reluctant to tell Denise of this, since I assumed she would think I either had some kind of domination complex or was looking to cheat on her. But after some prompting, I did tell her, and she actually found the idea kind of sexy. Something about the freedom of the situation and the surprise of being taken and used unexpectedly appealed to her. In fact, some of the best sex we'd ever had came after we lay in bed describing elaborate scenarios to each other where we'd simply roam around entirely nude, taking and being taken by whomsoever interested us at that moment.

It was with this in mind that I entered the cabin. It was a fairly simple affair - only a back bedroom and bathroom, a living room with a fireplace and a combined kitchen and dining room. The best feature was the wraparound deck that looked out on the pond. Everything had the typical "second-house" feel to it. The furniture was well-used but comfortable, and I felt completely at home.

I headed to the bathroom to shower and shave. As difficult as it was, I resolved not to touch myself in anticipation of what my wife had in store for me. I got ready quickly, and when I emerged from the shower, I looked at the pile of clothes on the floor and laughed a little, thinking of how they had become superfluous for the next twenty-four hours.

As I headed out to find Denise, I caught a glimpse of myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I stopped and regarded my nude form for just a second. Despite being happily married, I had been able to avoid the "chubby-hubby" look by working out regularly. Granted, I didn't have the six-pack I had when I was in college, but even into my thirties I hadn't let the love handles get out of control. I was also eternally grateful that, unlike some of my friends, my hair hadn't retreated yet. Then I laughed again, thinking how odd it was to be giving myself a once-over before I showed up to meet the woman I had been married to for nearly a decade. Still, I wanted to look good for her, considering how much trouble she had gone to in engineering this weekend.

I found the basement door and began to walk down into the semi-darkness.

"Hon?" Denise called from the patio outside the basement doors.

"The one and only!"

"Good, you're finally ready!" she said, coming in through the screen door below and bounding up the stairs to meet me, stopping just one stair below me. Despite the low light, I could see that she was entirely nude as well and looked absolutely delectable. She had pulled her brown hair up and secured it with a clip in the back, but a few tendrils had loosened and framed her face. I suspected she had done this purposely, since she knew I loved how she looked with her hair like that. She had trimmed her bush, and, while she wasn't bald, her pubic hair was clipped very close to her skin. Running up the stairs had left her breathing a little hard, and her round breasts were still jiggling a little from the exertion. I leaned down, grabbed her rounded ass, and hugged her close. I assumed she was sun bathing while waiting for me to arrive, since her skin felt a little slick and all I could smell was coconut as I held her.

"This is a hell of a way to say hello," I said, looking her up and down. "Thanks for knowing how to greet a fella."

"Mmm, you're welcome. But save your thanks until later - you'll be even more grateful by the end of our time here."

I leaned down to kiss her, but she put her hand up to stop me. Puzzled, I looked at her.

"No, not quite yet. We need to do a couple of things first."

As she said this she wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a few gentle tugs.

"I need to get you ready." She stepped back down two stairs until her head was level with my cock, then she leaned forward and took the tip of it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around and over the head, then sucked down a little lower, but just by an inch or so.

"This would get me ready for almost anything," I said, trying not to come too soon.

"Good," she said, drawing off of me and resuming her gentle jerking motion. She looked up at me for a few moments as she continued to pull at my cock. Within a minute I was rock hard.

"Wow, you are ready to go, aren't you, my boy?" she asked.

"After what I've been through...yes."

She climbed up the steps until she was level with me, and, never letting go of my cock, whispered in my ear, "Nice - I like to see you so eager."

With this she lead me down the stairs by the cock, always putting gentle pressure on me and keeping up a constant but almost imperceptible jerking motion. Just as we approached the door, she stopped us.

"You remember what I said in the note?"

"What? That I should trust you?"

"Yes. And do you mind if I'm in charge, at least just at first?"

"Right, fine."

"And that I'm your wife and your only love?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then close your eyes."

I did as she asked, and she opened the door and lead us onto the patio. We walked a few paces towards the pond, and then she turned us around. Repositioning herself so that she was behind me and pressing her breasts into my back, Denise took her other free hand and began running it up and down my chest.

"O.K. sweetie. Open your eyes."

I did. There before us, luxuriating on a chaise lounge in the sun, was a voluptuous blonde girl who couldn't have been more than twenty-five. The only thing she was wearing was a band of red silk ribbon with a bow on it that she wore around her neck like a Victorian choker. Though her skin was milk-white, it had a sheen from a thin layer of tanning oil. She had curly, shoulder-length hair that framed a sweetheart-shaped face and large, globular tits that, although flattened out somewhat due her reclined position, still rose up off her chest, ending in tightened pink nipples. She stretched slowly, spread her legs apart, and looked me up and down as well. She smiled.

"Hi."

"Hello," I said.

"Josh, meet Angela. Angela, this is my husband Josh," said my wife, who was still slowly jerking my cock. "Happy birthday, love. She and this weekend are my presents to you." She didn't say anything for a moment to let this sink in. My head fairly swam, looking at her. "You can make small talk and get to know each other later. Angela and I got to know each other pretty well this morning while waiting for you. But right now, I have to make good on a promise I made to her this morning."

I turned my head a little to ask what she meant by her remark about getting to know her when Denise grabbed me and kissed me deeply. As her tongue swirled inside my mouth, I could detect a tangy, musky, and foreign taste.

"You mean, you and...and she..."

She moved in close to my ear, her breath hot against my neck. "Surprise," she whispered. "Don't worry; you'll get to see it before it's all over. But I've been telling her what a considerate lover and what a, well, basically, excellent fuck you are. And now you need to show her." She pressed herself to my back and ground against me. "Come on hon - what guy wouldn't want a beautiful, willing, tight-pussied little blonde twenty-something all to himself for a weekend? Oh, and don't worry - she's on the pill. You can come inside her as much as you like."

I didn't argue with anything she said, but I was forced to consider the unreality of the whole scene. My normally conservative wife was acting and, what was somehow even more shocking, talking like an absolute wanton, and she had somehow procured this bombshell for us as a playmate. Bringing me back from my thoughts, she began tugging me downward toward Angela.

Without another word, she led me down so that I was above the blonde girl, supporting myself on my arms above her. Denise then rubbed the head of my cock all around Angela's inner thighs and along her slit. By this time, I had a good amount of pre-cum leaking from my cock, which, when mixed with Angela's own wetness, allowed Denise to slide my hardness against Angela's clit and to place just the tip of my cock inside her cunt.

This was something that Denise and I had done before. I would often tease her, going just a little inside her and paying special attention to her clit. One of the ways she would experience her most intense orgasms was to have me put my dick against her clit and jerk it quickly, setting up a vibration that would send her over the edge. After that initial orgasm she got merely from the rubbing, she found it especially satisfying when I would then sink my full length into her without warning. She always said afterward that she loved the shock of being suddenly filled and feeling my whole cock inside of her.

Now she was giving Angela the same treatment.

Angela raised her hips to try to meet my dick, but Denise kept pulling me back or to the side, never letting me get too deep inside of her. All through the teasing, Denise leaned into Angela's chest and sucked her nipples into her mouth, tugging on them and swirling her tongue around the areoles. While Denise kept up this torment, I leaned down and kissed Angela's neck, gently tearing the ribbon away with my teeth. I kissed my way up her throat to her face, finally finding her lips. She responded, pushing her lips upwards against mine. After a few moments she broke the kiss and said, nearly shouting, "Goddam, your wife is frustrating! I am so fucking close!"

Denise leaned over and said to me in my other ear, "What do you think? Are you ready?"

"Mm-hmm."

"O.K. then." With this Denise released my dick, and I immediately shoved forward with all my weight, plunging my cock as far and as deep as I could into Angela's cunt. She gasped from the sudden intrusion, and I plunged into her repeatedly, each time pushing myself so deep that our pubic bones mashed together on each downstroke.

After only a minute or so, Angela tensed and squealed, her pussy walls clamping down, and I could feel the staccato contractions against my cock as she climaxed. I hesitated for a moment, giving her a chance to let her orgasm subside, then I continued pumping even harder and within only a few seconds I released my cum deep inside her womb. I held myself in for a moment, letting the final jerks of my dick deposit the rest of my cum inside her.
Coming out of my post-climax haze, I looked over at Denise. She was reclining and rubbing her cunt, evidently enjoying the show she had orchestrated. She held my gaze for a moment, smiled, and licked her lips. I climbed off Angela, letting my softening dick slide out of her. I then sank my head between Denise's legs, spreading them wide apart, and sucked her clit into my mouth. I then slid my tongue between the folds of her pussy and pressed my face firmly into her mons. She responded, bucking back against my face, and she soon came as well, her wetness streaming out of her.

I pulled away and sat back myself, taking in the scene. Denise lay back on the warm patio tiles, staring up at the sky. Angela lay on her chaise, legs still slightly apart, and she slowly and idly rubbed her pussy with my cum. I sat back as well, still having a hard time accepting the reality of the circumstance when Denise spoke.

"So...so..." She trailed off, and then laughed. "Well, that was quite an introduction."

"Mmmmmm...." said Angela, her eyes half-lidded.

I felt as though I needed to come up with some kind of concrete action. "Would either of you like a drink?" I asked.

"Yes!" cried Denise. "I'll get us something. Why don't we relax for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Sounds good," said Angela.

"I agree," I said.

"Fine - you two can get to know each other a little better while I'm getting drinks."

I agreed. I felt a little weird, having just fucked a girl I didn't know the first thing about. While Denise ran up into the cabin, I pulled up a lounge chair next to Angela, and we both lay back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on our bodies. We were silent for the first few minutes, processing what had just happened, then her hand found mine.

"You probably want my story," she said.

"Only if you want to give it."

"It's not all that unique. What would you like to know?" she asked herself. "Well, I'm twenty-three, and it seems that the defining event in my life is that for the past two years I was in love with a complete and utter asshole."

She went on to tell me about how she had been devoted to a guy who was not only an inconsiderate lover but a dog as well. Angela had caught him in a number of compromising situations, but she had put up with his stories and excuses, taking him back after each of his transgressions. The final straw had been when she found that he had been fucking her sister. Feeling utterly betrayed by nearly everyone she cared about, she had vowed to swear off men and the problems they caused.

But then she got her first job after leaving college. She was a sales rep for an advertising agency that for a while had a contract with Denise's company. She often met with Denise, and they began griping about life and men over lunch. Denise had resolved to help her out of her funk, and it was during these noontime sessions that she would praise the benefits of finding the right man.

They had stayed in touch after the contract ended, meeting for drinks after work on Fridays to continue their girl-talk. Over the course the last month or so, Denise had constantly discussed the idea of showing her what having a considerate mate was like and eventually worked her way up to carefully broaching the topic of bringing her into a threesome with us. To her delight, Angela proved interested. Once it was out in the open, they quickly cooked up the idea for this weekend.

"And here we are," she said. "You need some serious stress relief, your wife wants to reconnect with you, and I need to restore my faith in couple hood. Oh, and I need a serious fucking. I haven't been with a man in nearly a year. That's serendipity in my book."

I liked Angela. I mean, beside the fact that she was young, cute, and fairly dripped with sexual energy, she was intelligent and forthright. I could see why Denise had chosen her - she was a lot like her.

We lay there, basking in the sun and the afterglow until Denise arrived, bracing three frozen margaritas against her breasts. Angela and I each took one, and we quickly drank them down. Denise joined me on my lounge chair and half-laid on top of me.

"So what do we do for the rest of the afternoon?" she asked as she traced her finger around my nipple.

I looked out at the pond. It was relatively small but deep enough to swim in. The owners had a large free-floating dock set up only a little way off shore.

"Let's lay out for a bit on the dock," I said. "Couldn't we all use some more sun?"

They agreed, and we walked into the water and swam out to the dock, holding towels above our heads to keep them dry. We hoisted ourselves onto the platform and spread out the towels. Denise handed me suntan lotion and asked if I would do the honors.

"Normally a great idea, but not this time." She looked disappointed at my refusal. "I think Angela should instead."

Denise smiled and passed the bottle to Angela. She popped the cap and squirted a generous amount of lotion onto her hands. Denise turned her back and scooted towards her. Angela rubbed her hands together and began to massage the lotion into Denise's back. She then reached around and did her front, cupping her tits and slowly massaging each one. She put more lotion on, and then placed her hands on Denise's thighs and ran her hands up and down her legs. Denise spread her legs wider, and Angela's fingers found her cunt lips. She pushed her index and middle finger into her hole and began to frig her. Denise's arm came back to wrap around Angela's head and pull her closer. As she did, Angela's pace quickened, and she soon had Denise cumming against her hand. Denise lay back against her, savoring the orgasm, and then shivered a little and pulled away.

"Your turn, sweetheart."

Denise decided to be a little more playful - she squirted the lotion all over Angela and then pushed her down against the dock. Her hands roamed all over her nude form, rubbing the lotion in at first with her hands and then with her entire body as she squirmed over her. Just as Angela began to buck her hips upwards in response to the assault, Denise stopped and turned to me.

"Now you," she said, turning to me.

She squirted me with the lotion all over as well and then winked at Angela. Taking the cue, she rose up and held my arms, pinning me down against the dock. While Angela held me down, I felt Denise's hands quickly playing all over my body.

I looked up at Angela and said, "You know, you don't really have to hold me down. What idiot would struggle against this?"

"I know," she said. "I just like having you in this position." She leaned down and kissed me hard, poking her tongue into my mouth. "What would you like me to do while your wife works her magic?" she asked.

I didn't even have to think. "Suck my balls," I replied.

She feigned shock at the crude statement, then smiled and moved lower down my body. She licked the underside of my cock, then gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth, all while Denise was vigorously rubbing lotion into me. Once Denise had finished, Angela looked up at me and gave my cockhead a quick kiss.

"What do you want me to do now? Want me to finish you up?"

"No, not yet. I want you both." I put an arm around each woman and drew them up next to me, one on either side. The sensation of their slick, smooth, entirely nude bodies next to mine was nearly indescribable.

We lay like that for the rest of the day until the sun went down. At various points each of us dozed off, but there were several times throughout the afternoon when I reached over and lazily rubbed my hand along Denise and Angela's clits and kissed them. They did the same to me; in fact, Angela at one point dozed off with my cock in her hand and when she woke up absentmindedly sucked on my dick for a minute or two before repositioning herself against me. Perhaps it was the freedom that came with the isolation of the cabin or the fact we were all nude that ended up making our sexual encounters so natural and almost casual.

The setting of the sun brought a slight chill into the air, so we swam back to the shore and all went inside. Everyone was hungry and a little cold, so I made up a fire in the living room to warm the girls while I put together a quick pasta dinner. Throughout the whole weekend, it was only while I was cooking that I briefly broke the "no clothes" rule by putting on an apron. I was willing to break it and maybe look a little silly since I didn't want to chance a mishap when working with hot olive oil. I thought at first that Denise and Angela would laugh, but I got nothing but hoots and catcalls as they sat by the fire drinking their pinot grigio.

"Whoo-who!" called Denise. "We have to do this more at home. Your ass looks pretty yummy. It's even better when it's making us dinner."

"Think he needs a hand?" asked Angela.

"Oh, definitely. Maybe even a mouth," said Denise. She rolled over, got onto her knees, and crawled towards me. Angela followed, and soon both women had their heads under my apron, one sucking on my cock while the other licked and massaged my balls. It was an incredibly erotic feeling, not knowing which one was pleasuring me at any given moment. Given the lazy teasing we had done on the dock all afternoon, I didn't last long and was soon coming down one of their throats. After I finished, they both emerged from beneath the apron.

"Care to guess who finished you off?" asked Denise.

"Let me see." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her deeply. I could detect a little saltiness in the kiss. "It was you."

"Maybe," she replied. "Try her," she said, pulling Angela to her feet.

I kissed Angela as well and again found the same slightly salty taste.

"Did you guys..."

"Have a little snowball fight? Yup." Denise gave me another devilish smile and pulled Angela next to her. "I told you this was going to be a fun weekend." She snaked an arm around Angela, cupped her right breast in her hand, and gave her left nipple a quick peck. "Do you like me being slutty like this?" she purred.

"More than anything."

"Good. I love being this free, being this way. I may never wear clothes again."

"Sounds good to me. I could get used to you prancing around the house all day without a stitch on." I looked both of them up and down, taking in Angela's womanly curves and heavy breasts and Denise's tighter, more sculptured body. I tried to pull them both close to me, but Denise spun them away.

"Jesus, you just came! Let's at least have dinner first."

We moved out onto the deck, enjoying the last rays of the sun. After we were done eating, Angela suggested a shower before bed. I loved the idea but knew the tiny shower stall in the bathroom couldn't possibly accommodate three. I had, however, noticed that there was a hot and cold shower head on the side of the patio for rinsing off after coming out of the lake. The girls liked the idea, and we headed back downstairs after grabbing soap and towels from the bathroom.

By this time, the moon had come up, so there was just enough light to see by. Something about the pale light made these two nymphs even more beautiful as it outlined Angela's soft curves and Denise's long, toned body. I could only shake my head in wonder at my good fortune. I continued to take in their beauty as I turned on the taps and let the warm water spill over us. Angela opened the shower gel and began soaping up Denise, running her hands over her breasts and thighs and nibbling her ear. Denise started to do the same to me as well, but I waved her off and backed away.

"Remember what you said about showing me what I missed earlier today?"

Denise smiled and turned back to Angela. She took the gel and poured it over Angela's chest, letting it flow down over her torso. I expected my wife to give her the same treatment that she had just been getting, but instead she hugged her close and began sliding up and down against her. She mashed their breasts together and, picking up some gel on her cheek, nuzzled her neck. Angela let out a moan. Denise then shifted so that she placed one leg in between Angela's. She started to buck her hips against her leg while simultaneously rubbing her own thigh against the blonde girl's cunt. After a moment or two, Angela responded, pressing herself back into Denise and undulating against her. I stood back and watched, rubbing my cock to hardness again. They kept up their rhythm until Denise suddenly dropped and brought her lips up to Angela's pussy. She sucked her clit into her mouth, causing her to give a couple of short, sharp gasps. Denise then motioned with her finger, indicating that I should get behind Angela. I did and grasped Angela's hips as she spread her legs a little and bent forward slightly. Pushing my cock between her thighs, I slipped the tip of it into her cunt. I held it there for a moment, then I pushed in as deeply as I could. The angle Angela was at caused her to squeeze my dick tightly between her thighs, which meant I could only penetrate about halfway into her, but it also meant that the tip of my cock was hitting her g-spot with every thrust.

I had only pumped into her a few dozen times when the combination of Denise's lips on her clit and my cock sent her into what must have been an overpowering, cascading orgasm. Angela tensed up, pulled Denise's head into her cunt, and let out a guttural half-scream, half-growl as her pussy walls again clamped down on my dick. She bucked and shivered as she came for what had to have been nearly a full minute. Even as she had stopped her overall motion, I could still feel her pussy spasming as I held myself inside her. She eventually released Denise's head and drew her up to her. I watched as she hugged her close and my cum leaked out of her cunt and ran down her leg.

"Thanks for that," she said, kissing my wife tenderly. "I think you both nearly killed me there."

"Mmm, no problem. That was fantastic, though I thought I might drown there for a minute, between the water and you clutching at my head."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

"That's O.K. - I'd have died happy," Denise said.

Angela just smiled. "I think after this I'm heading to bed. I am wiped."

We agreed and finished our shower, toweled off, and headed upstairs. All of us, done in by a combination of the sun and our sexual exertions, were exhausted. I flopped onto the king-sized bed, and Angela snuggled up next to me. Denise lay down on the other side, spooning her. Within minutes we were all asleep.

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The next morning when I awoke, Denise was still asleep, but Angela had gotten up already. I found her leaning on the deck railing and looking out at the pond. Her breasts were hanging down like tantalizing fruit, and her ass was thrust up and backward as she leaned forward. Standing there nude and taking in the view of the water and surrounding thick forest, she looked like nothing so much as one of those Reubenesque goddesses in Renaissance paintings who are the embodiment of summertime and sensuality. Despite the fact I had just awakened and barely had my wits about me yet, my cock jerked to life at the sight of her.

I joined her on the deck, and she didn't even speak but merely sighed throatily as I reached around to hold her breasts in my hands. She began to gyrate her hips slowly and push against me. Stretching forward, she rested her head against the railing as she offered herself to me. This time I didn't have the patience to tease her but instead found her slit and just pushed myself all the way into her, deciding to be rougher this time. I leaned down onto her and pulled my cock out all out before thrusting in up to the hilt with each down stroke. Within minutes, I tensed up and came, shooting my seed deep into her cunt. This set her off, and I felt the now-familiar spasms of her pussy as I kept up my pace, my cock still hard inside her. I didn't let up until I felt her tremors subside, then I slowly drew myself out. My softening cock emerged, covered with our mixed wetness and fell with a quiet "plop" against her leg.

"Wow, I didn't know you had that in you," she said, straightening up and turning around.

"Didn't have what?" I asked.

"That, you know, animal part of you. Your wife made you out to be Mr. Considerate Lover all the time. She never let on you could be some kind of oil derrick."

I laughed. "It's true, I don't ever really let myself go all barbarian."

"You definitely should more often. I love being fucked like that sometimes. I bet Denise would too." She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pushing her tongue in between my lips. I drew back instinctively.

"Morning breath," I apologized.

She laughed a light, tinkling laugh and shook her head. Then she jumped into my arms, wrapped her legs around my back, and ground her pussy onto my cock. I held her up. "That had better not be the last time you do that to me," she whispered.

I assured her it definitely would not be, and she jumped down.

"I'm headed for a quick swim. I could do with a freshening up. Want to join me?"

"Actually, I'm going to wake up Denise."

"Have fun with that," said Angela, grinning. She turned and walked down the stairs to the pond, and I watched her bare tits and ass jiggle on her way down to the water, then I headed back into the house.

Denise was still asleep but had thrown the covers off and was lying on her back. I lay down at the foot of the bed and kissed the insides of her thighs, gently pushing them further apart as I did. There was no question that this weekend was making us lose our inhibitions and reawakening some dormant and as-yet unknown tendencies.

It had been a long time since either one of us had awakened the other in this way. I pushed my tongue between her pussy lips and made a long, lapping motion. Within moments she was squirming. I glanced up, and she looked down at me through half-lidded eyes. She closed her eyes again, and threw her head back as I inserted two fingers into her cunt and concentrated on her clit. She pulled my head into her and gave a short shriek as she came. I slowed a little as she was coming down from her climax but didn't stop.

"God, that was..." she began as I continued my ministrations. "Hey, you can let up, I already...Uungh, stop, it's too much..."

I ignored her and kept licking her clit, pushing her towards another orgasm. In only a few more seconds she was humping wildly against me, arching her back upwards. She let out another incoherent, guttural cry as she came a second time. This time I slowed my licking when she flopped back onto the mattress and gasped for air, her chest heaving and her frame shaking. I planted a last kiss on her cunt and moved up next to her.

"Oh my God, oh my..." she said. "Holy shit, what are you trying to DO to me?"

She lay back and closed her eyes. After a minute her breathing returned to normal, and she opened her eyes again.

"That was fantastic. You haven't done that since, God, I don't even remember when."

"You like?"

"I loved it!" She squeezed me close to her. "So all I had to do this whole time was simply have us walk around naked and get us another girl to play with? Wish I had thought of this years ago." She looked out into the living room. "Speaking of our friend, where is she?"

"Having a morning swim and cleaning up from her exertions."

"A swim sounds good. And I suppose you had something to do with why that poor girl needs to clean up again?" she asked, feigning an accusatory tone.

"I dunno. Maybe." I grinned at her.

"Mmm, I can't blame you. I'd have probably grabbed her and fucked her doggystyle too if I could."

"Hey, I thought you were asleep."

"I was. Ha! I just guessed," she said. "You're so predictable."

"Let's see - cute blonde girl running around naked plus the fact I'm a guy...why, Holmes, you're brilliant! How ever did you deduce that?!"
"Ha ha. Touché," she said. "Care to drag me down to the water, caveman?"

She held her arms up. I picked up her and flung her over my shoulder, eliciting a surprised "Oomph" from her. I smacked her bottom, and she shrieked and laughed. She paddled my ass as I carried her out of the cabin, down the stairs, and into the water where Angela was doing slow backstrokes through the water. I dunked us both, and we came up laughing. She waded over to Angela and kissed her good morning. After relaxing for a while, I wondered aloud what we should do for the rest of the day.

Angela and Denise looked at each other and giggled.

"We did have one other adventure we had talked about doing, but I didn't know if it might be a little much for you." said Denise.

"What's your plan?"

"Well, I grew up not too far from here," said Angela, "and there's this spot we used to hike up to and hang out at when I was in high school. We called it 'the ledges' -- it's a bare spot of rock that looks out over the valley where my friends and I used to go to drink and get some privacy with our boyfriends. It's really beautiful up there."

"So you guys want to lift the moratorium on clothes for a while and get in a hike?"

"Oh no," said Denise, smiling. "Who said anything about that? If we go, we stay in the buff. That's the deal." She paused for a moment. "What do you think?"

My stomach contracted in nervousness momentarily at this idea. "What if someone catches us? An arrest for indecent exposure wouldn't exactly help my career right now."

"Actually, once we're on the trail, we've got nothing to worry about," said Angela. "There's this whole 'hike naked' movement. People do it all the time around here. There's never a problem. We'll just have to be sure not to be seen getting onto the trail itself."

I pondered for few seconds, my practical side wrestling with my exhibitionist side. I looked at Denise and Angela, naked and glistening with droplets of water. Screw it - how often would the chance come to romp around in public with two gorgeous naked women? Besides, I secretly wanted to show them off a bit.

"What the hell," I said. "Carpe friggin' Diem."

They laughed and hugged me, each kissing me in turn. We headed back to the cabin, dried off, and gathered up supplies for the hike and threw it all into a backpack. Since I had agreed to taking our exhibitionism on the road, I was eager to make it happen, so breakfast was just bagels and coffee eaten on the way to the ledges.

Getting to and onto the trail turned out to be no great challenge at all. The girls got in the in the back of my SUV, and I drove. Thankfully, I was high enough up so that all anyone saw was the unremarkable sight of a shirtless guy driving his truck, and the tinted windows in the back kept Denise and Angela from being seen by other motorists.

The parking lot for the trailhead was on a back road similar to the one the cabin was on, and it only had a couple of unoccupied cars parked there. We gathered our gear and made sure there weren't any cars coming, then dashed into the woods. Once there, I put on the backpack, and we headed up the trail.

We must have been quite a sight, all of us naked except for our hiking boots and socks, and me with the backpack. I figured that wearing just the boots would have diminished the girls' sexiness, but in an odd way they were just as desirable. Maybe it was because the unevenness of the trail caused theirs breasts and asses to jiggle and shimmy even more than they normally did. Whatever it was, my cock stayed semi-erect as we progressed up the trail.

Apart from the obvious thrill of the three of us being free and naked in the warm air under the canopy of leaves, the hike up to the ledges was enjoyable as well. The only disappointing fact was that, for being a public trail, we met hardly anyone on it. We did meet a pair of women and their dog who were hiking down the trail, but they had a definite "earthy-crunchy" vibe and seemed not at all shocked to see us, simply wishing us good morning as they passed.

We eventually made it up to the summit of the hill where there was a great view of the hollow below. As we stood there enjoying the sight, we caught the sound of people talking. We walked forward and saw on the ledge below us two teenage boys sitting there shirtless with beers in their hands. They hadn't noticed us yet.

Denise pulled me close and whispered in my ear. "Do you mind if I have some fun with these guys?"

I at first assumed she only meant that she wanted to tease them, but then I realized the deeper import of her question.

"Considering what you've done for me this weekend," I whispered back, nodding towards Angela, "it's only fair that you get to have your playtime too."

"Thanks," she breathed. She then smiled that devilish smile, and, grabbing Angela's hand, led us down next to them.

The boys turned to look as they heard us coming down the trail to their section of the rockface, and they froze. Denise greeted them with a simple "Hi."

"Hi," they said, and nodded to us as well. We waved, but didn't say anything else. It was Denise's show at this point.

They briefly checked out the girls, letting their eyes rove up and down the women, then, trying hard not to gawk, looked back out across the distance. They tried to return to their conversation, but it trailed off, as they were unable to ignore the two gorgeous nude women who had just emerged from the woods and were standing mere feet from them.

Denise let the silence and tension grow for what seemed an hour but was probably only a minute. Continuing to look out across the valley, she finally stretched and sighed, as if preparing to say something. Given the situation, I assumed she'd come out with some kind of double-entendre.

"Nice view, isn't it?" she asked. Ah, there it was.

One of the boys, relieved to have the tension broken and a conversational entrée, said, "Uh, yeah, no doubt." He recovered quickly though. "Hey, I'm Mark, and this is Kevin."

They stood up, and we gave them our names and settled into small talk about the hotness of the day and the difficulties of the trail. We soon discovered that they were nineteen years old and were playing hooky from a leadership camp their parents had sent them to at a nearby college. I couldn't help noticing how Denise and Angela had seen the young men's toned chests and well-defined abs once they stood up and were blatantly staring. Eventually Angela asked how they kept in such great shape and learned they were both lacrosse players.

We kept up the small talk until Kevin asked, "So, you guys are just out here hiking without anything on? Do they allow that?"

"No one's objected yet," Denise said. "Why? Do you want us to cover up?"

"No, no!" Mark quickly responded. "We were just wondering."

"Why? Would you like to join us? You're welcome to, but you'd have to get naked as well."

They glanced at each other. "I don't know..." began Kevin. "I mean, what if someone we know saw us?"

"Come on, how likely is that?" asked Denise. "Besides, we'll make it worth your while."

"How do you mean?" he asked.

She didn't answer but instead walked up to Kevin and, her eyes locked with his, undid his belt, unbuttoned his shorts, and pushed them down to his ankles. Kevin stood there, shocked. Denise grabbed his cock, which was about the same length as mine but a little fatter and with a disproportionately large head, and popped it into her mouth. She slurped on it for a few seconds until it was fully erect and its mushroom head had become a bright and pulsating purple. Taking her cue from Denise, Angela did the same to Mark, cupping his balls and running her finger along the underside of his cock.

They kept up their blowjobs on the boys until Kevin began pushing his cock forward, deeper into Denise's mouth. At this she stood up and hugged him to her, mashing his cock against her pussy.

"All that and more," she said. "So what do you say? Care to join us?"

"Jeeeeez-us, yes!" he breathed, his face flushed from the sudden and unexpected stimulation. He'd have jumped off the cliff at that moment had she asked him to.

"Excellent," she said, smiling back at him. She leaned back down, gave his cock a couple more strokes and a final peck. Angela stood up as well, letting her finger trail upwards beneath Mark's cock once last time, and came away with a thin thread of pre-cum.

"You don't mind this?" asked Kevin, staring at me.

I shook my head. "My wife, the one who just had your cock in her mouth, and her friend Angela here gave themselves to me for the entire weekend as a birthday present. Why shouldn't I share the wealth?"

"Wow," he said, and shook his head incredulously. "Happy fuckin' birthday, man."

"Thanks. It has been, literally."

The boys then stepped out of their shorts and put them into their packs, then we made our way back down the trail. They at first nearly sprinted ahead, eager as they were to get to the bottom and their reward.

Denise shouted after them, "You know, the fun won't start until we get there anyway, unless you guys want to begin without us."

They looked at each other, grimaced, and laughed. "No thanks," said Mark. "We'll definitely wait for you."

We caught up to them and ambled down the trail, the girls watching appreciatively as the two teenagers' dicks swung and bobbed as we moved. They actually were pretty gentlemanly, helping the girls down the steeper and more treacherous parts of the trail. There was some enlightened self-interest at work as well, of course, since they were able to slide their hands along the girls' asses or grab a handful of breast as they helped them along.

We were nearing the trailhead when Denise stopped us. She looked all around, then grabbed Kevin's hand and led him through a stand of laurel and into a clearing about fifty yards from the trail. Angela, Mark, and I followed.

By the time we arrived, Kevin had already thrown his pack off to the side, and Denise was again on her knees, sliding her mouth up and down his cock. He was hard within seconds. Angela got in front of Mark, kissing him as he shrugged his pack off. She reached down and stroked his dick, and he in turn reached in between her thighs and ran his finger along her pussy lips. While Angela and Mark continued to frig each other, Denise stood up, leaned back against a tree, and spread her legs. Kevin walked up to her and pressed his cock against her. She spread out her pussy lips and, taking his cock in hand, guided it up and into her cunt. He began fucking her just like that, pushing her back into the tree with each thrust. Denise grunted a little each time he thrust into her.

I stood back, dropping my own pack and admiring the sight. I hadn't been sure how I'd feel, seeing another guy with my wife. The short blowjob hadn't bothered me, but all-out fucking was another thing. Surprisingly, not only was I not feeling jealous, but it was an unmistakable turn-on. Besides, I really had no right to refuse her after she had essentially wrapped up Angela with a bow for me, and I had, after all, wanted to show off the girls.

While I was in my reverie, I noticed that Angela had put her foot behind Mark and pushed him backward, falling on top of him as she did so. She scooted back until she was sitting on top of his dick, and he pushed upwards, sinking the whole length of his cock into her at once. She cried out and leaned back, her nipples pointed upwards and her tits shaking as Mark thrust against her. Using one hand for support, she took the other and pinched and rubbed her clit, rotating her hips and grinding down onto Mark. At this I started massaging my dick, stroking it slowly to hardness as I watched the scene before me.

Angela, seeing that I was hard myself, waggled her finger, motioning that I should come closer. I did, and she licked her lips, caught my cock, and sucked it deep into her mouth. I stood still, letting her bob her head in unison with Mark's rhythm. As I was getting close to coming, she spit out my cock and asked, "Do you think you could manage to put that in, you know, the other?" I found her shyness about asking for anal both charming and ironic, given that she was currently fucking a guy she had only met a couple of hours ago and had spent the weekend fucking one she only met a day before.

I nodded vigorously, eager to oblige. It was one of the few things we had tried that Denise hadn't really enjoyed doing, and we had only tried it once in the very earliest months of our marriage. She had never let me try it again.

I grabbed the suntan lotion from my pack, got down behind Angela, and straddled Mark's legs, which were tight together under Angela. She stopped moving entirely, and Mark did the same as I rubbed the lotion onto my dick and her asshole, lubing them up. I then placed the head up against her puckered hole and pushed in as gently as I could. Angela winced just a bit as my cockhead entered her, then relaxed, and I pushed forward by slow degrees until my entire cock was nearly buried in her ass. I could feel the pressure of Mark's cock pushing against her vaginal walls, and, while I wasn't crazy about having another guy's dick so close to mine, it was worth it to be able to be inside Angela's ass like this.

Slowly, Mark started thrusting again, and I began pushing opposite of him so that Angela had one cock buried deep inside her at every moment. The tightness of her ass and the fervor with which she was now fucking Mark meant that neither of us were going to last long. I started to come, my breathing becoming short and ragged, which set off Angela, who began to shake and quiver. As she leaned back into me, I grabbed her breasts, mashing them and pinching her nipples. This seemed to intensify her orgasm, and she bucked more wildly against Mark. The tremors passed through her, and then Mark, with a yell, thrust up into her, squirting his cum deep into her womb.

We stayed there, pressed into her until Mark lowered himself down and Angela pulled away from me and rolled off the side onto the ground. She lay there, drawing deep breaths and staring vacantly upward with her golden hair splashed wild around her, while from between her splayed legs our cum dribbled out of her ass and cunt onto the ground. That was easily one of the most erotic things I had ever seen in my life, and I can recall every detail of how she looked at that moment to this day. Adding to the momentousness of the situation was that, as Mark and I admired the voluptuous beauty sprawled on the ground before us, my wife was grunting and gasping her way to her own orgasm. She clung to Kevin as she came, and he bounced her upwards as he shot inside of her.

After Angela had a moment to catch her breath and return to reality, Mark and I each offered a hand and helped her to her feet.

"Holy shit!" she said. "I never felt so...full...before. I hated to have you guys pull out."

We agreed with her, and then she hugged Mark, kissing him. She gave a delighted shudder before breaking the embrace.

"And you," she said, turning to me. "There was your final surprise, birthday boy. Denise said you were dying to try that again; God, was she ever right." She pulled me to her and kissed me, then we turned back to look as Denise disengaged herself from Kevin. She flopped down on her stomach on the ground, lay there for a moment, then rolled over and laughed.

"That was fucking fantastic," was all she said before getting up. Kevin helped brush the debris from the ground and bits of bark off her. Mark got t-shirts from his pack and offered one first to Angela and then to Denise. While the girls cleaned up, Mark and Kevin said that they had been away from their camp too long already and were worried about being in trouble if they didn't check in by dinner. They pulled their shorts on, preparing to leave. I picked up my pack as well, and Denise and Angela gave each of them a long French kiss. Denise, for good measure, fished Kevin's cock of his zipper and gave it one last suck before giving him a final kiss goodbye. They each shook hands with me, and headed back to the trail.

We waited for a moment until we heard their car start and drive away. We then picked our way back to the trail ourselves, waited just inside the cover of the woods to make sure no one was around, then dashed into my SUV. By the time we were five minutes away from the parking lot, Denise and Angela had fallen asleep against each other in the backseat.

We arrived back at the cabin as the hazy afternoon light was casting long shadows on the ground. I parked and turned around and gently shook the two women awake. Noticing that each of them still had the residue of dried cum on them, I suggested a shower before dinner. They both nodded and rubbed their eyes as they yawned. I left them to grab towels, and they had the water running on the outside shower when I returned. This time, we were all too exhausted to do much more than just rub our bodies together as we showered, enjoying the feel of our skin sliding against each other.

We dried off, had a quick dinner, and then, reluctantly, Denise helped Angela pack up while I went to clean up from dinner. It took only a few minutes; it's amazing how little you need when you go without clothes for an entire weekend.

After a few minutes, Denise called to me from the driveway and asked me to carry Angela's bag out. I finished up the dishes quickly, grabbed her bag from the bedroom, and put it in the open trunk of her rental. Going to the front, I found Angela sitting in the driver's seat with Denise crouched down next to her. Denise was still totally nude, but Angela had dressed for her drive home. She looked odd, sitting there in short black shorts and a low-cut yellow tank top, and I realized that, up to that moment, I had never known her with clothes on. In a weird way, she looked just as sexy clothed as she did when she was nude.

None of us spoke for a moment, then Angela said quietly, "You guys were both incredible to me this weekend. I needed to be daring and feel sexy and beautiful. This was one of the best times of my life. Here's the thing though - I know you'll say we'll see each other again, but you know how life works. You'll get caught up in your jobs, and it always seems as though I have a lot of drama in my life. But I don't want this to be a one-time thing - this was good for me, and I think it was good for you too, right?"

"It absolutely was," said Denise, and she reached out to me. I stood beside her, wrapping my arm and giving her ass cheek a playful squeeze. "But don't worry, we will see you again, I promise. I'm sure as hell not letting us get caught in the same rut again."

"Then let's plan something now, before I leave," Angela said eagerly.

"Fair enough," I said. "You ski?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then how does a private lodge in Vermont sound, say the last weekend in January?" I asked, then quickly added with a smirk, "We'll have to get dressed, of course, at least while we're outside."

"Possibly," said Angela grinning back. "Maybe we won't bother going outside."

"Sounds good to me," said Denise. "I'll book it now and email you the details. It'll be done before you get home."

With that Angela closed the door then leaned out to give each of us one last, lingering kiss. I gave her breast a quick squeeze as I kissed her, and she squealed and slapped my hand away playfully. She then put the car in gear and drove down the long twisting driveway.

We watched her car disappear around the bend, and, holding Denise against me and relishing the feeling of her skin against mine, I thought to myself what a long time January seemed from now.

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