Neighborhood Orgy - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Orgy

... couples, but they were too advanced for us, or so we thought. Other clubs had rooms for couples to pair off and fuck. Maybe, but they seemed very brazen. Briefly we considered calling an escort agency and paying a couple to do us, but that was too impersonal.

We finally settled on two possibilities. Either a couple we just met and probably never see again, or a couple we knew that we were very comfortable being around that we could joke about sex with and see if anyone wanted to go beyond joking. We also felt we could do some discreet advertising.

We bought some new swimwear. We didn't need it, but what we had was very conservative. I had a pair of boxer trunks, and Linda had an old-fashioned single piece suit. These we replaced with skimpy bikinis. Mine fit tightly around my cock and balls. We tried them on together at the store to be sure neither of us tried to chicken out. She stroked my cock through the briefs to be certain a clear outline of my equipment could be seen. Her bottom was a thong that tied on the sides. Her fanny was totally bare. The top had two tiny strips of cloth that covered her nipples, which were molded by the thin fabric. The rest of her tits were in the open air. The poor clerk probably thought we were screwing in the fitting room because of all the noise we were making.

When we got home that evening, we put the new suits on and practiced what we thought would be sexy walking on a beach. We had no idea what we were doing, but we had fun. ...

... Just seeing her in that skimpy outfit gave me a boner. We figured we had pretty good bodies. If we showed them off, someone would eventually proposition us for a swap.

The following Saturday we squeezed into our new swimwear, pulled t-shirts over them, and got into our car. The beach was only a two-hour drive away. We were certain we would find another couple to play with. What we found was families with children -- hundreds of kids running, screaming all over the place. Immediately we realized we couldn't expose ourselves without getting arrested. Without a word, we started home.

When we got on the Interstate, I was surprised by how many tractor-trailers rigs were on the road considering it was a weekend. "Want to try a trucker?" I asked Linda.

"It might be fun," she said, "but it wouldn't be fair for you. I have only seen a couple women drivers and no couples."

"We made this trip to get laid. Just because I can't get someone today doesn't mean you should be deprived. I can jack off while watching you get poked."

"You would be with me?"

"Of course. That was our deal. Both or neither. I'll be there to protect you. The day's not over yet."

"How do we get one of them?"

"Take off your shirt. Only a dead man could resist your breasts."

She took her shirt off and tossed it in the back seat. I saw a rig ahead of us and pulled up beside the cab. After a minute, she said, "He's looking. Boy, is he ever looking!" Without any prompting from me, she pulled aside ...