Before Friends Shared Everything - Sex Stories

Before Friends Shared Everything

... into the campground. Before long, the three of us again sat with beer in hand, all wondering what events the day would bring. We had picked a great day. We spent the rest of the morning, and most of the afternoon, sitting in lawn chairs and admiring the beautiful summer day. We flirted constantly. Chris and I sat with our shorts unbuttoned, and Paula occasionally flashed her breasts, or a peek of her panties from under her skirt. Before it was time to leave for home to collect our children from school, Paula disappeared into Chris's trailer. When she returned, she had removed her panties and pressed them into Chris's hand. As we stood before him ready to leave, I freed Paula's tits from her top and gently massaged them while he watched. She invited Chris to join us at our house that night after the kids went to bed. He agreed, and we hastily said our goodbyes. As we drove home to wait for the school bus, I slipped a finger inside my wife's pussy. She moaned and ground her slit against my hand. She was as wet and excited as I had ever seen her. My cock ached and strained inside my shorts, wanting the sun to go down and the evening to begin. That evening was a whirlwind of activity. Paula and I busied ourselves with the usual household routines. Supper was made, dishes were cleaned, and homework was finished. Soon the children were tucked into their beds, and the moon was climbing high into the sky. Chris's truck pulled into the driveway, and Paula and I greeted him at the ...

... door. The weather had taken a turn for the worse, the sky clouding over and a cold rain beginning to fall. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a peel of thunder, everything going very quiet and very dark. Chris helped me set up the generator and string out some electrical cords, powering up pumps in the basement. The three of us found ourselves in the living room, sitting in near darkness with only a few candles lighting up the darkened room. The sexual tension was thick in the air. We all wondered what might happen next. Chris and Paula sat on opposite ends of the couch, with me sitting across from them in a large armchair. I got up, excusing myself to go for a cigarette. As I passed by the pair on the couch, I again freed Paula's breasts from her top, and without a word I disappeared outside onto the patio. When I returned from my smoke, Paula and Chris had slid closer together on the couch. His hands roamed over her breasts and she in turn stroked the bulge in his shorts. Even in the dim light, I could see his cock straining against the fabric. They both commented that I should give up my chair and take a seat with them on the couch. I refused, stating that I should continue to keep an eye on them from my vantage point across the room. I was trying to appear calm and cool, but by now my own hardness was begging for attention. I told Paula to take Chris's cock out so I could watch her stroke him. She was quick to oblige. Chris was also not wasting any time, hiking ...