The Four-Some

By now Susan and Marie were watching. The two men looked at them imploringly. Susan and Marie looked at each other, shook their heads, looked at their men, shook their heads and said "No, not this time. We want you for ourselves. We're going to want your big, thick, manly cocks for ourselves. Later."

The men moaned. This was not the first time they had been denied. They knew they would survive and imagining what their women wanted to do with their 'big, thick, manly cocks' was a consolation that helped make their present discomfort more bearable. But, oh, how they didn't want to wait! Such is the value of a chastity cage. It enforces patience.

The next morning they were strolling near a wooded area when they came across another couple. The man was seated on a chair-like piece of equipment. His arms were extended straight out from his sides, strapped to a piece of wood, like a crucifixion. His legs were strapped apart, with his balls and cock hanging unsupported. He was totally vulnerable but seemed very much at ease. He was blindfolded. They weren't going to disturb what was obviously a private time but the woman looked up and gave them a cheerful "Hello, I'm Melissa and this is Aaron." Aaron, of course, couldn't see them but he said hi as well.

When the foursome had introduced themselves Melissa explained that she and Aaron were training his awareness of her. The skill they were honing was for him to know where here hand was when he couldn't see it with his eyes. He was already superbly attuned to Melissa and usually knew where her hand was but they wanted him to get even better. Alan noticed the collar Aaron was wearing and commented on how beautifully made it was. Aaron thanked him and said that they had won it at a competition a few months ago. Melissa took Aaron's blindfold off so when he saw them again he would know who they were. Then it went back on as the training continued. The foursome said goodbye and continued their walk.

Two gardeners were working, trimming shrubs. Susan and Marie both noticed how, in accordance with policy, even these men were wearing cages. It made them all feel totally at ease.

As they neared the pool Alan thought he saw someone he knew. He pointed towards a woman whose back was to them. "Isn't that ... Doctor Wendy?" It was, and she was talking to a handsome man. They greeted her and she was delighted to see them.

"Alan! Susan! Marie! Steve! I'm so happy to see you! Isn't this a great place?"

Her excitement was contagious. She introduced her male friend, Ted, and invited the group to join them.

Marie noticed that Wendy was wearing the distinctive resort key to the lock for Ted's cage.

"Well, sure, for a minute. We don't want to intrude."

Wendy seemed like a new person. Marie couldn't help but comment on how happy she seemed. Wendy acknowledged that, looked down for a moment, then looking at each of them in turn said that it was really all thanks to the foursome. She said that her chance encounter with Alan and his injury, followed by her visiting them and their gracious welcome, had helped her turn a big corner in her life. She was still working as a doctor of course, but her personal life was far richer than it had ever been. She had become comfortable giving her dominant side permission to assert itself. Her uncertainty was replaced by confidence. As if to prove a point she reached over to Ted, hooked his collar with her finger, and pulled him close to her.

"I think you like this part of me, don't you?"

Ted appreciated the attention and leaned forward, kissing her neck. "Very much" he said.

Susan leaned over, and to everyone's surprise including her own, softly kissed Wendy on her lips. Wendy hesitated for a moment and then returned the kiss, which contained a hint of passion.

Susan whispered in her ear, "I think you're very, very sexy."

Wendy blushed and smiled back at her. Ever so gently she touched Susan's cheek and looked up. "Maybe later!"

The next morning at breakfast, Wendy saw Susan and went over to her. She shyly asked if Susan would like her to visit her in their cabin this afternoon. Susan's heart gave a little lurch as Wendy suggested what Susan assumed would be a passionate encounter.

"Sure. We're in the Pelican cabin, by the beach. How about 5 o'clock?" Susan offered.

Wendy touched Susan's finger as she softly said okay.

The group took a sailboat out after breakfast. The resort had several 18 foot sloops available for guests; you just had to demonstrate a basic level of competency with the boat. Alan and Marie had both done a lot of sailing and showed that they were skilled handling the boat. They decided to sail part way around the island to a secluded beach. They took a lunch, towels, sunscreen and water and cast off! Alan started on the helm with Marie handling the jib. He eased the main sheet slightly and fell off to a beam reach. I t was a glorious day with a scattering of puffy white clouds and a breeze of about 15 knots. The sea was calm and the boat slid smoothly through the water. When they came to a headland they had to tack. After explaining the procedure to Susan and Steve, Alan put the tiller over, calling "helm's a lee," just like in the old days of his youth. The boat's motion on the new tack was a little rougher. Spray came up, getting them wet. There were only two options: try to huddle out of the spray or face it head on and fiercely yell out Arghhhh, pirate fashion. Giggling profusely at themselves, they all became pirates!

When they arrived at the beach they decided to beach the boat, rather than anchoring it. They found themselves in a lovely, secluded cove. Palm trees lined the edge of the sand, pelicans were diving for fish. Ah, how perfect! They frolicked on the sand, splashed in the water, ate sandwiches and drank wine. They were all so glad they had come to Querida and the resort instead of staying home in the snow. Alan and Steve built a wonderful sand castle while Susan and Marie wandered along the beach collecting seashells. They used some of the seashells to form battlements on the sand castle the guys built.

Marie asked Susan "Where do you think it'll go with you and Wendy?"

"I don't know, but I've got the sense that she craves to be under the control of a strong woman. Like me!" Susan grinned.

Marie was skipper on the way back. She encouraged Steve and Susan to each take a turn at the tiller and taught them some of the basics of sailing. When they were back at Secret Bay Marie skillfully brought the boat to the dock, luffing the sails at just the right moment so the boat lost its way and stopped right where she wanted.

They were back at their cabin by 4 o'clock, took showers and flopped down on the beds. Being out on the water all day had knocked them out, and soon they were all gently snoring.

Wendy arrived precisely at 5 o'clock, the appointed time. She knocked softly, then a bit harder. Susan woke at the second knocking, realized it was Wendy and stumbled to the door to let her in wearing only a pair of panties.

"Wendy, I'm so sorry. We were out on a boat and ... were taking a nap."

"Oh, that's okay. We can get together another time." There was disappointment in Wendy's voice.

By now Susan was more alert. "No, no. I'm fine now. Please, let's sit out on the porch."

They sat next to each other on a couch that was on the roofed porch. Neither spoke. Susan reached out and idly played with Wendy's long hair. Wendy made a happy little sound as she edged closer to Susan. Susan put a finger under Wendy's jaw, lifted her head and offered a kiss. Wendy responded eagerly, exploring Susan's lips with her tongue as the kiss became long and passionate. When Susan gently touched Wendy's nipple she gave a gasp and held Susan's hand against her breast. "Yes, yes, please" she murmured. Susan lay Wendy down on the couch and leisurely explored her body. Wendy was wearing a filmy, almost transparent gown that Susan left on her for the time being. She stroked Wendy through the silky smoothness, just barely touching her breasts, belly, thighs, arms, and between her legs. Wendy unconsciously raised her hips, seeking more contact from Susan's wandering hand. Wendy parted her gown on top, fully exposing her breasts to Susan's mouth and tongue. Her nipples were exquisitely sensitive, responding to the slightest touch. Susan continued down to Wendy's pussy. She gently probed with her tongue, found her way in and parted Wendy's lips. Wendy had her hands on Susan's head, softly stroking her hair as Susan alternately sucked and licked her to an explosive, shuddering climax. Susan came up next to Wendy and lay against her, the warm breeze caressing them both. The sun, low in the sky, cast a golden glow over them.

Wendy began slowly bestowing kisses, as light as a butterfly's wings, onto Susan. Beginning at the forehead, she continued kissing her closed eyes, ears, cheeks, neck, and shoulders. She continued down to Susan's breasts, chest, hips, thighs, knees, and even her feet. Susan lay there, luxuriating in Wendy's gentle attention, her skin fresh from the shower and warm from the sun. Wendy nudged Susan to roll over and began stroking her buttocks; first almost imperceptibly lightly then with increasing pressure. Her hand went all the way between her cheeks, her fingers circling Susan's anus. Susan was frantic with desire, moving her butt towards Wendy's hand, encouraging more and more attention as excited little yips of passion escaped her lips. Wendy looked around, found a bottle of lotion and opened it. She put some lotion on her hand and slowly let one finger probe Susan's pucker. As she went further in, Susan's breathing came in gasps. Wendy added a second finger, sliding in and out and pushing against the sides. Keeping that hand in Susan's ass to continue its sensual motions, Wendy's other hand began exploring Susan's pussy. She parted the lips and dipped into the wet recesses, gently stroking the delicate folds.

Susan's orgasm built slowly. She felt it coming, coming, and coming until it engulfed her, washing over her like waves in the ocean.

As they lay in each other's arms on the couch with the sun and warm breeze washing over them, neither spoke. Words weren't needed.

Susan's mind was whirling. Her coupling with Wendy had been extraordinary. She knew she didn't want to lose her. She was also aware that the close relationship her foursome enjoyed was based on trust and devotion to the group and that she didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize the group. She decided that she had to talk to Alan, Marie and Steve to tell them what she was feeling and to seek their guidance.

That evening after dinner, Susan asked the others if she could speak with them. They gathered in a secluded grove as Susan described her experience with Wendy. She told them how intense the sex was for her and, she believed, for Wendy. Susan said that she wanted to be able to continue seeing Wendy when they were back home but didn't want to disturb the domestic harmony that the group enjoyed. When she was done talking the three were silent for a little while. Marie was the first to speak.

She spoke hesitantly. "I-I'm not sure how I feel about this. I guess the first thing I feel is insecure. It feels like you're valuing her more than me and that's making me very sad."

As she spoke tears welled up I her eyes. Susan hadn't anticipated Marie's reaction but when she heard it she immediately realized why Marie would feel that way.

"Marie," she said, "thank you so much for being so in touch with your feelings and so willing to share them. I do understand. You and I are incredibly close and now I'm talking about introducing another woman into my life. Of course you would feel competitive with her. I would feel the same way if the situation was reversed. I'm so sorry I've made you feel this way."

Marie looked at Susan, sniffed and nodded. She had been heard. Susan looked at her and then at the guys. Alan spoke first, saying

"Susan, your having sex with another woman doesn't disturb me but I sure understand how it would be a problem for Marie. If another man came into the picture I'd be very uncomfortable with that. So, since it disturbs Marie it disturbs me as well."

Susan was feeling really unhappy about how this was going. She so wanted to be able to experience again what she had experienced that afternoon with Wendy.

Steve spoke next. "Let me make a suggestion." Looking at Susan he said, "Let's slow it down. You just had a great experience a few hours ago. How about if you sit with that experience for a while; savor your memories of it and don't worry about what the future is going to bring. I've got the feeling that things will work out well if we give them a chance."

Susan took a deep breath, let it out, and agreed. "You're right. I'll slow down." She was really grateful to Steve for giving her the space to not have to do anything now. She had been feeling a sense of urgency but that was gone. She looked into the eyes of her family and said, "Can I get a hug? Please."

The foursome all hugged. There was a palpable sense of relief. They were all together.

Marie remembered something that she and Susan had promised the guys. They had told them that they would have use for their 'big, thick manly penises' later. This seemed like a really good time to make good on that promise. She took Susan aside and whispered in her ear. Susan's face lit up.

"That's a great idea."

The setting sun was producing a spectacular sunset as they walked back to their cabin in the gathering dusk. As they entered their cabin Marie removed their devices and produced two blindfolds. She and Susan snugged them onto Steve and Alan and softly told them

"We'd like you two guys to make out. Do whatever you want but DON'T CUM!"

She was very emphatic about that. Alan and Steve smiled behind their blindfolds and reached out for each other. Although they sometimes played with each other's body Alan and Steve still had a certain amount of reserve about touching each other intimately. It helped a lot to be 'ordered' to do it. The blindfolds also helped them overcome their inhibitions.

Alan and Steve smiled behind their blindfolds and reached out for each other. When they made contact they began to gently explore each other's body, gravitating towards the other's penis. Steve reached up to Alan's face and delicately traced his lips and cheeks and ears. Alan cupped Steve's buttock in one hand, squeezing it sensuously. Their mouths found each other. They didn't kiss each other often. This wasn't the first time the two men had kissed but it was still difficult... and rewarding. Their cocks stiffened as their tongues gently explored each other's lips and mouths.

As this was going on Susan and Marie embraced each other, kissing each other on the neck, the breast, the lips ... touching in a gentle, tentative way. They were reserved at first because of the pain from their earlier conversation but that soon passed. As they touched and kissed with the abandon they were accustomed to Marie's heart felt lighter and lighter. She so did not want to lose Susan's affection.

After five minutes or so the women separated and each went to one of the men. They pried them apart and guided them onto different beds. Marie had Alan and Susan had Steve. The new couples continued where the previous couples had left off.

Marie said to Alan and Steve, "Susan and I want you to come inside of us with your 'big, thick manly cocks' (she said that with a smile in her voice) but DON'T CUM!"

Steve and Alan, being the manly men that they were, did as they were told, which wasn't easy because it had been a long time since either of them had an orgasm and their balls felt full to the brim, especially after playing with each other.

After a few minutes Susan announced that they were going to switch men. She grabbed Alan and Marie took hold of Steve.

"Now," she said. "Now you can CUM!"

It didn't take long for each man to shoot a full load of hot semen into his woman. The warm, sticky fluid triggered orgasms in Susan and Marie as well.

There was a collective sigh of relaxed relief as the foursome snuggled all together.

Marie's idea had worked to perfection. Once again, they were 'together'.

Vacations are sweet, but the ends of vacations are less so. As their departure approached each of them felt a sense of loss descend. They loved being there at the resort for so many reasons. If anyone had had any doubts about their intertwined lives (no one did) those doubts would have been erased by their week in paradise. It wasn't just the beauty of the physical environment; it was more the delight of being in a place where they could freely live their unusual lives out in the open among other people who were doing the same thing.