Boys night in

I was sitting listening to some of Eric’s nice jazz with Eric’s wife Sue, I even had a pair of Eric’s slippers on. Carrie was at home with Eric. Sounds a bit funny, but it gets even better. A discussion had come up a week earlier after a few beer about whether liquor contributed to promiscuity. Both girls had reckoned it did, while both guys had insisted that hormones alone made for free sex and indeed for almost all human actions. Hormones, and the forces that triggered hormones, put us in the state of mind where we consciously used alcohol as an excuse to do what our hormones are urging us to do. Once triggered, a person might as well surrender to the impulse of the hormone as fight it. The girls argued, of course, and even us guys had to admit some hormonal impulses were worth suppressing. But not the sex drive. Sex was too primal a force to be denied by mere intellect, and couldn’t be anyway.

From here, it had quickly become a case of “wanna bet?” Both girls were adamant they could control themselves against any sinful impulses, no matter how horny a hormone was making her feel. Moreover, both claimed the hormone wouldn’t even be produced without their express consent. So this evening was set up. The guys would spend the night, not necessarily sharing a bed with the other wife. The bet was that before morning sex would be happening or it would not. The conditions were that the guys agreed and promised, in front of the girls, that both would indeed fuck his friends wife if given the chance. Also, both promised to actively promote the idea during the evening. The girls were promised that anything that happened would be with their consent only, and with their help.

Seem like a dumb way to spend a night, trying to make your pal’s lady? Especially when we weren’t really so inclined? I think that’s why we did it, the absurdity of it and also the quirkiness. We all knew nothing would happen, so what could be the harm? Just inquiring minds exploring their worlds.
Sue came into the room with a bowl of popcorn. Actually two bowls. She gave me one and purposefully sat across the little room. I thought I could detect a bit of nervousness.
“Are you afraid of the sex monster you’re with?” I teased, “Is it safer in that hard chair than this lazy boy next to me?”

Sue quickly moved to the lounger, ”I’m not afraid. I just don’t want to encourage you to make any of the moves you promised Eric you would. I can handle you.”
I conceded that she could in fact handle me. “But I am already making the moves your waiting for just by being here and letting you know I’m available the minute you tell me its time to fuck. That knowledge, and the thought of what Eric and Carrie might be getting up to, should be enough to make you too horny to do otherwise. Making a crass move would negate the whole premise us guys are betting on.”

She seemed a little taken aback by my mention of what Carrie might be up to, “I must say you seem pretty cool about your wife maybe grabbing some strange tail. I thought guys got all jealous if their wife fools around,”
“Don’t girls get jealous about their husbands tomcatting? Remember, if Carrie gets some, so does Eric. And where is that assurance that nothing is going to go on anyway? I think you’re more nervous of yourself than you are of me.” I leaned forward to look her directly in the eye, “Can you think of another girl more likely to give Eric a tumble than Carrie? And remember, he promised us both that given the chance he would give it to her. Do you doubt that he is trying his best to make it happen like he agreed to?”
Sue’s Adams apple bobbed. “Do you really think they really are doing it?”, she asked nervously.

I leaned back, giving the girl some space and line for her imagination. “Not yet. It only been a couple hours. Knowing Carrie, I think she might like to give us time to get into it first, just so she could say we did. When its all over, we’ll never know who was really first. I would guess though that if we fucked in the next half hour we would win. After that, it would be pretty close.”
The thought rocked her back. After a moment she rallied, ’”How can you be so sure? Did you guys set anything up?”
“Oh, yes, we did. You heard us. We agreed to fuck each other’s chick when she agreed it was a good idea. We agreed rape wasn’t in it. We agreed that both would try his best to bring it off. Sounds like a setup to me.”
“But what happens if Carrie and Eric fuck and we don’t? Won’t that make you jealous and wreck everything?”
“What if we fuck and they don’t? If I thought they wouldn’t it might be a problem, its true. That’s why we promised each other that we wouldn’t let that be an issue.” I could see her glancing at the bulge in my pants, but made sure not to call her on it and scare her off. Good that she should know it was there and ready though. I was really starting to enjoy the chase, even hoping the other couple were doing as well as us. “I’m glad you’re seeing the probability of it happening, by the way. The atmosphere is a lot less combative now, isn’t it? ‘What if’ is a lot more fun than ‘no bloody way’.

Sue smiled at me for the first time, “I just can’t believe myself having this conversation. Why did we agree to do this bet thing?”

“Can’t say for you, kid, but I did it because I want to fuck you, and think it’s a high and noble calling. I even want Eric to fuck Carrie, just cuz he’s a good guy and I think he would give Carrie a good time. Do you think Carrie will like his cock?”
Sue ignored the last question. Clearly, she was a worthy adversary. I gave her time because I thought I might have been pushing too hard. We listened to Coltrain do some magic things with his sax and munched some popcorn. It was almost as if we had dropped the subject altogether. It was a good half hour before I glanced at my watch meaningfully.
“Half an hour”, I just said, wondering if Sue would remember the reference.

She was playing with the top button her shirt, a nervous play that I thought was quite encouraging, “Why do you want to fuck me?” she blurted, “Oh, god, forget I said that.! I can’t believe me.”
“This might sound odd, but I wan t to fuck you for the same reason you want to fuck me. Its what friends do. Same reason I want Carrie and Eric to fuck. The way you look doesn’t hurt, of course. And you must be talented, with Eric’s tutelage.”
Sue had risen, and made no move to escape as I stood beside her and traced my fingers around her ears, over her cheekbones and across her collar bones. She looked down to watch me slowly unbutton her shirt. I pulled the tails out to reach the bottom buttons, but left her tits covered by the thin cotton. I took both her hands, ”Isn’t there something you want to ask me to do?”

She tried not to let the anguish show, but I suddenly realised the guys were more right than we thought we were. Her thighs were squirming with the feelings she was having between them. She looked up at me beseechingly, “Are you sure Carrie will do it? Are they fucking now? Oh, god, fuck me anyway. I’m just too hot” Her lips were suddenly on mine, open and demanding. Her hands found the bulge that had been in remission and quickly brought it back. She fought with my belt, then gave up and rammed a hand down my front, forcing me to abandon one breast to undo my own belt and fly so I could breath again. Then Sue was pumping my cock and I just had to stop her.

“Easy, baby, I want to cum in you, not on you. I’m excited too, you know.” She stopped at that and looked soberly at my hands tickling her nipples and at her hand still fondling my cock. For a panicky moment I thought she might be spooking, even at this stage. She was too sweet, with her barely handful breasts, freckled face and neck fading to an alabaster chest and tummy. Little tendrils of her red hair reached her neck. I couldn’t let her get away, even if I had to play dirty.
“Oh, dear, I hope Carrie will forgive me. Maybe we should think about this.”
I ignored her, seeming to be on a different wave length. “Do you feel that? Can you feel what I’m feeling?”
Sue strained what ever sense she thought I was talking about. “What? What do you feel? Is something wrong?”
I leaned down and kissed each nipple. “Its funny, being four blocks away, but I know Carrie just had an orgasm. I know that feeling, don’t ask me how.”

Her eyes were wide and incredulous. “Wow, you can feel that? And you’re sure?” She searched my face for any sign of fun or deception, and found none. Like I said, I wasn’t about to let her slip away. I put her hand back on my cock. “Where do you think Eric’s cock is, right now? Do you think Carrie is making him feel as good as you’re going to make me feel?”
I pulled the knot on her clam diggers, and they easily slipped over her slender hips. She stood with her eyes closed as I slid her panties down, looking for all the world like the tragic heroine about to be sacrificed, but when she felt my tongue probe into her bush, she obligingly rocked her pelvis so I could reach her clit. Then, before I even really got into it, she stopped me.

“No! I don’t want to cum on your face either. I want to cum with you in me, just like Carrie and Eric. Come to bed with me.”

I felt like a school boy, dancing down the hall after her, not wanting to be far behind, but having to shed shirt and socks in a hurry. Once at the bed I thought it best to skip any preliminaries, give her no time to think twice. She wasn’t the only one with rampant hormones. I picked her up bodily and put her on the bed, and then she was in my arms and returning my kiss. I had nothing to fear about resistance. Her leg was around me pulling me on top even as I sought the same thing. Her hand was already between us fumbling with my boner, pointing it to her pussy She rubbed it up and down her labia, and moaned as her body quivered Then I was in her, and getting more in with each stroke. I was dimly aware I might be fucking Sue a bit hard, but she was urging me on, wanting more pounding, the she was screaming in my ear incoherent endearments, telling me to fill her up with cum, and keep on fucking forever, and then I was cumming and she was again, and I know this is a run on sentence, but there is no place for a period in a fuck like this.

Then we were quietly stroking through a haze of contentment, and now I could take time to feel the nuances of Sue body and pussy, and how they both felt on me. She seemed to be doing the same thing as she worked her pussy muscles for me to feel. Then she grabbed my ears and forced my face back so she could beam up at me.
“I’m so glad you were able to feel Carrie fucking so we could too. I’m just so glad that we did it. Now, I know this isn’t romantic, but this is a nice bedspread we’re on and I seem to be dripping on it.”
Then she was in the bathroom, and I started to feel just a bit of worry. I had no idea what the others were doing, and I could be in a spot of bother. I knew I had not much time, but my pants had made it to the bedroom, and I quickly punched in a text to carrie’s number, “SUE GOT FUCKED, DID YOU?” The phone was away when Sue returned, smiling but shy, seeming to wonder what the next step would be.

“Not time to call it a night yet, sweetums. The contract is for all night, remember? Come back to bed and lets talk about what might be happening at our house. Do you think they are having their second yet?
She looked a bit doubtful, but open up the bed, “Do you think they would do it again? I mean, its one thing to screw when you’re just too horny not to, but this would be for the fun of it, more like, I don’t know, like them fucking was the most natural thing in the world. Nothing like what our bet was about.” Even as she spoke she meekly allowed me to have her straddle my legs so she could see my boner returning while I played with her pert little breasts. “Not very big, are they?” she seemed apologetic, and I told her they were perfect, as on her they were. Then my phone buzzed in my pants pocket and a bit of dread crept over me.

“Do you think we should answer that? It must be Carrie, this time of night. It would be unfriendly not to, wouldn’t it? She probably wants to crow.” I wasn’t as sure as Sue, but the pants were within reach and I cursed myself that I had left the power on. I looked quickly at the text, then again, then with a grin of relief showed it to Sue. ‘JUST STARTING;)’
“I must have been wrong about Carrie cumming earlier. Woops. We beat them, but it seems they’re catching up.”

Sue gathered in the new information, studying the tine screen, “So, they are fucking now? It doesn’t really say so. But what else could she mean? Do you think she wanted to be sure we did it too? What a sweetheart.”

My cock had jumped back to life, both with relief, and with the thought of Eric probably even now seeing Carrie naked for the first time and feeling her body on his. This was even hornier than the first time. Now I had time to feel Sue’s hand on my cock to point it straight up and watch her bring her sweet pussy over it and feel a little resistance until the head popped in and this is another run-on sentence but when you’re holding your breath savouring every feeling you cant think of grammar. It was slow and deliberate now, sometimes Sue coming down to kiss me, sometimes sitting up and just rocking on her mount, but always with a view to giving pleasure, not just getting rocks off. Finally, though, Sue lay full length on me, her thighs clamped together, squeezing my cock to her clit, and I rolled her over so I could pound her to another climax, and this time when she was gasping out endearments, she used my name, leaving no pretence that she didn’t know who it was that she had made cum into her hot pussy.

Around three I woke enough to wonder where I was, but Sue’s little butt reminded be quickly, She had just shoved a towel between her legs after our last fuck, and we had both just flaked out. My cock stirred at the sight and thought of her, but I didn’t have the heart to wake her, and the towel was still there, discouraging exploration. So I had time to reflect a bit at where we were as a group, and where I was in particular. True, we had all fucked, at least I thought we had, but had I been too heroic in my assault on sweet Sue? And had my text to Carrie forced her into an action she might have preferred not to do? It wasn’t a lie, but my ‘feelings’ that Carrie had just had an orgasm was at best a fib. On the other hand, we had told the girls we would use whatever subterfuge as was needed.

Then it was morning. Sue was awake and smiling nervously at me, “We have to talk to the others soon. Are you afraid? Do you think we did anything wrong?
I could only smile and draw her to me. Her kiss was soft as a petal, but unresisting and sweet, and we held it for some time, and for a bit I thought we might be building to another romp as Sue pulled me tighter. Then another lady kissed my cheek and Eric sat on the edge of the bed. “We thought we had better come over for coffee and make sure you guys weren’t too busted up with guilt. You don’t look too bad, though. Do you want coffee or group sex?”

Sue looked around at all the eyes on her, back at me, a little panicky at the sudden turn. “I think we should have coffee for now and make sure we’re really all right. If more happens, more will happen. Coffee now.”

So the boys night in ended in a mellow note. To be sure, there were some worrisome moments when the couples were reunited and alone, but the worries were mainly unfounded. Carrie actually thanked me for the text, saying she might have made it through unfucked without it. It was weeks later I had to admit to Sue I had no idea when Carrie was cumming. But Sue didn’t mind. It was just after She and Carrie had walked in on the football game stark naked.

“Come on, you guys. Its been three weeks, is there something the matter with your hormones?”