Two married couples become even closer on a Friday evening

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Usually when real life keeps me from being able to write as consistently as I like to, I get back into the rhythm of writing erotica by churning out a short story like this one.

Usually I don’t bother to publish these quick stories that have little plot except for people in them fucking, but I’m submitting this one.

It’s a quick foursome involving two married couples.

If you’ve never read anything I’ve written before, please check out my other submissions for longer stories, many of them with a lot more kink than I’m including here.

As with most things that I write this story takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about std’s, or the need for birth control.



“I’m so close,” Jack moaned. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it!” I urged. “Cum for me!”

“Where should I cum?” he asked, his voice tight with lust as he struggled to maintain control.

“Cum on my face,” I begged him. “I want to feel it on me!”

He straddled my body and pushed his cock against my cheek, and I turned towards it and licked at it, tasting the sweet flavor of my own wet arousal all over it.

He slapped his cock at my face and I giggled, reaching up and wrapping my hand around it and pulling.

“Tickle my balls Emily,” he whispered, and I used my other hand to cup his hot balls and graze his tight scrotum with my fingernails.

“Go ahead,” I moaned. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He shuddered and stared down at me, watching me as I stroked his cock as fast as I could against my face.

“Faster,” he grunted. “Jerk it faster.”

I smiled up at him, showing him my teeth in the sweetest and most innocent smile I could muster, while tightening my grip on his slippery shaft and moving my hand up and down faster.

He lurched above me and I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was at the edge.

And then a spurt of hot cum splattered against my face, coating my nose and lips and one of my cheeks, followed quickly by another and another and another, as his cock throbbed in my hand. He groaned loudly as his semen drenched my face.

I used his still stiff prick to push against the puddle of cum dripping down my cheek, and I giggled at the depraved sensation of letting him unload all over my face.

“Oh wow,” said a voice from the side of the bed.

I turned and smiled at Kenzie, my lifelong best friend, and she looked back at me with a combination of shock and amazement.

“See?” I asked her. “Fun!”

My husband Jack turned to her, still panting as he continued to hover over me, his softening cock in my hand.

“I hope you liked watching,” he said. “It’s fun to have an audience.”

“I think they enjoyed the show,” I said. “At least Robert did.”

We all looked at Kenzie’s husband Robert, who stood next to her beside our king-sized bed, his cock fully erect and pointing at Jack and myself on the bed.

“I had no idea that would be so…so…so sexy,” Kenzie whispered. “Thank you for letting us watch.”

“The show isn’t over yet,” I whispered. “I haven’t cum yet. At least not a good one. And Robert certainly can’t get dressed in that state.”

“Do you want to make her cum Robert?” asked Kenzie, reaching down and wrapping her fingers around her husband’s cock.

Jack looked down at me and winked, and I grinned back at him. An hour ago, we’d all been jumping into our swimming pool together, arguing about whose turn it was to put dinner together, the men or the women.

Kenzie and I have known each other forever, and Robert and Jack met years ago when they were just guys that Kenzie and I were dating. The four of us have always gotten along and we spend lots of time together.

Kenzie has always been a little jealous of the open marriage that Jack and I have, and over the past year has begun to voice her frustration to me about her sex life.

“Robert is great in bed,” she’s said more than once. “I just want a little more variety and adventure with my foreplay and orgasms.”

The more stories I told her about Jack and I, the more questions she’d asked, and eventually she and I made it a regular Friday night thing for the four of us to go out together and then end up back at our place, swimming or soaking in the hot tub in progressing stages of undressed friendliness.

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