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Intro

Like every story we write down, yes, this really happened to us. Only personal identifying details, etc. have been changed.

We worked on writing this down together, making sure that we remembered everything accurately, etc. It’s written from Jack’s (male) perspective. Poppy’s take from the female perspective coming soon. She said she probably wants to do it as an audio or video recording instead of writing. We’re still figuring that out lol…stay tuned!

Thanks for enjoying, all! 😊

 

Part 1

We met Elijah and Amy at the first private hotel party we ever attended. I’ll tell that story another time, but suffice to say for now that it was a great early experience for us (albeit with some nerve-wracking moments, as every lifestyle couple can attest). But overall, it was a lot of fun. That night, we hadn’t done anything particularly sexual with anyone else, other than play next to a number of other incredibly hot couples all piled on to and around a big king bed with us in the hotel suite where he party was hosted. But, that was the first night that Poppy had ever kissed another man besides me since we got married. Although she freaked out a little the next day, worrying that I might be hurt, I spent time holding her, reassuring her that she’s beautiful and perfect and mine, and that everything that we do together with consent and communication is very, very ok.

 

The man that she kissed? That was Elijah. Although there were many wonderful, sexy couples at the party that night, Elijah and Amy were the couple that we just clicked with immediately. We spent time talking to them for an hour or more during the G-rated portion of the evening, and just connected on all different levels – personality, interests, senses of humor, you name it. So although we went no farther than mild touching and kissing that night, Poppy and I both wanted more. We knew it, and needed to spend time communicating to confirm that we both felt that way and were ok with pursuing it. As it turned out, we both very much were, so we asked Elijah and Amy if they were interested in going out to dinner and getting a hotel room to share, should such a thing prove necessary. As it turned out...it would indeed prove necessary!

To set the scene, they’re a gorgeous couple, without question. Elijah is an African American man in his early 30s, with a trim build and dreadlocks. He has friendly, calm energy – not loudly boisterous, nor overly quiet or shy. A truly kind, calm personality. The same could be said for his girlfriend Amy, although she’s definitely the more outgoing and gregarious of the couple – but in a very good way! She’s chaotic, funny, and sweet, all in one. She’s in her late 20s, with a tall, slender build, fair skinned, with long brown hair. She is very fit, built like a swimmer, or perhaps like a gymnast who eventually proved too tall to continue her athletic career, with firm, beautiful medium sized breasts, as well as an impressively curvy ass combined with a slender, fit body.

Poppy actually is built very similarly to Amy. Both tall, slim and athletic, they bear a striking resemblance, both in looks and in wildly chaotic senses of humor when in settings where they feel comfortable. They most definitely egg each other on, in that respect! Both women have long dark brown hair – Amy’s straight, Poppy’s lightly wavy.

Poppy is fairly tall as well, and her regular workout routines mean she is toned and surprisingly strong. She has beautiful, perky breasts, just slightly larger than Amy’s as I recall, and long, toned legs and an ass that turns heads everywhere she goes. She would never admit how stunningly beautiful she really is – like so many women in today’s world, sadly, she struggles sometimes to see past imagined “flaws” that only she would ever notice. She is a respected, brilliant professional in her field, but some of society’s lies are still hard to drown out. But, I intend to spend the rest of my life reminding her how beautiful she is, inside and out…and sometimes, as in the case of this particular night, with the assistance of friends.

To wrap up the descriptions, I have a lean, muscular build – think more Michael Phelps than Arnold Schwarzeneggar. I’m just over 6 foot tall, about 180 lbs, with dark brown hair. Poppy and I are both in our mid-30s.

For us, we aren’t really into the anonymous one night stand, rush to a hookup, full swap or nothing approach. No judgment at all towards those who enjoy that dynamic…with enthusiastic consent and honest communication, enjoy what you all enjoy, and more power to you! But for us, it’s really important to have genuine friendship and chemistry and connection. And with Elijah and Amy, we already had that in spades, simply from chatting for an hour or two before the hotel party where we met, then the soft play during the party, then continuing to flirt and laugh and get to know each other on social media afterwards. To say the least, we were very excited to hang out in person for a couples date. And with the four of us booking a hotel room in advance, we knew the night was probably going to be filled with steamy fun, one way or another.

The date day came, and we drove into the city where we’d agreed to meet, full of excitement and nervous anticipation. My hand rested on Poppy’s leg as we drove, gently caressing her toned thigh. No matter how many years we spend together and how much life we experience, she’s always the most beautiful woman in the world to me. We had some time to kill, so she and I grabbed a light lunch at a bakery we love, then walked around, window shopping and just enjoying each other’s company, until midafternoon, when we headed towards the hotel. The plan was to meet Elijah and Amy there, drop any luggage we didn’t want to carry around with us, then go grab a bite and catch up for a bit before spending the rest of the evening together at the hotel.

The four of us arrived in the lobby within minutes of each other. The girls threw their arms around each other like best friends who had spent years apart, while Elijah and I bro-hugged. Then Poppy hugged Elijah, while I embraced Amy – in both cases, slightly more reserved than the girls had been, but still warmly. I checked in to the room while the three of them chatted animatedly off to the side of the lobby. It was the first time we had seen each other in person since the hotel party, and although we’d chatted regularly on social media since then, there was a lot to catch up on!

After I finished the check-in, we quickly tossed our bags in the room, then walked outside to enjoy the mild weather as we picked a spot to eat. None of us wanted to spend a long time in the restaurant – there was too much fun to look forward to in the hotel! So, we had planned to eat at whatever little café or similar spot we found that looked appealing. Fortunately, within a few minutes we passed a barbecue place that smelled great, and somehow had seats available with no wait, even though it was a Saturday night. The reviews were solid, so we sat and enjoyed our food…the conversation gradually turning slightly more flirty as the evening progressed. But that being said, Poppy and I were still cautious, wanting to prioritize each others’ comfort level and make sure nothing that we said or did that evening would be triggering if at all possible. So, we were both more tame with our flirting than we might have been otherwise, as it turned out from our later conversations. But, you live and you learn. That’s what communication is for!

But even with our overcaution, there was no denying the spark of anticipation in the air..the knowledge that we planned to do…something…against societal convention, that night.  What exactly that would be, we honestly weren’t sure. We hadn’t explicitly said that we planned to do a full swap that evening – something we had never done before. All our past play experiences had been limited to parallel/same-bed play and some occasional soft play with others. We had talked for hours, in the leadup to the date with Elijah and Amy, and had confirmed that we were both very ok with the possibility of a full swap at some point, if and when it felt right – and that Elijah and Amy felt like that could be very much a possibility. We had certainly featured that possibility in our dirty talk to say the least,  as well as in our calmer, more rational conversations! But, we didn’t want to assume anything. Any of the four of us might have decided we weren’t feeling it, and we wanted to be respectful of our friends’ comfort level and wishes too. As it turned out…we needn’t have worried, about any of the four of us!

As the meal wound down, the eye contact lingered…the risqué comments, hinting at who we are…what we all knew we enjoyed. At Poppy’s insistence, we detoured briefly on our way back to the hotel to pick up eyedrops for Elijah, who mentioned that he occasionally was annoyed by dry eyes. She’s a giver through and through, and wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy herself without first checking that her people were cared for! After that quick errand, we turned back towards our hotel, our steps quickening with unspoken anticipation.

Once we were all back in the room, we all hesitated, unsure of how to begin. We had spoken before the date night of wanting to play a kinky party game together as an icebreaker…but how to break the ice to get to the icebreaker suddenly seemed a challenge in and of itself, as silly as that sounds! Elijah had mentioned having a bit of a sore neck, earlier in the evening. Suddenly, Poppy asked if he’d still like her to massage it, since she has a lot of skill in that area, even though she doesn’t work as a professional massage therapist. Elijah, of course, immediately consented, removed his shirt, and laid on one of the two beds in the room, his moans quickly making it clear just how good her touch felt, even in that tame of a context. Amy and I talked on the other bed, on a silly pretext play wrestled for a few moments, and everyone began to relax. But Poppy said later that she felt unsure about moving beyond a purely professional massage, even though she wanted to – and of course Elijah wanted her too, but didn’t want to pressure her or rush her, since this was a new experience for her.

Eventually, as the massage wound down, I decided it was time to take things to the next level – that everyone was ready, relaxed, but uncertain how to progress. So the next quiet moment, I simply said, “Hey guys, you all want to try out that card game we were talking about?” To which everyone immediately and eagerly agreed!

The game itself was quite simple – varying degrees of steamy activities that you could be dared to do to a specified person in the circle as we all sat on one of the beds. It started tame…Poppy was dared to squeeze Amy’s ass, which she very happily did. Then Elijah was dared to kiss Poppy for at least five seconds…something they clearly both enjoyed immensely. I can attest that Poppy is an absolutely incredible kisser, and getting to kiss her is an experience not soon forgotten. And she had mentioned that he, too, was an extremely good kisser. As I mentioned, they had kissed briefly at the hotel party a few weeks earlier, but clearly were both very much remembering the experience fondly and excited to repeat it. They separated nearly ten seconds later, panting slightly and a spark in their eyes, then Elijah said, “You know, I don’t know if this is exactly in the rules of the game, but it seems unfair for Jack and Amy to miss out. I think they should get to kiss too, don’t you?”

“Hell yes!” replied Poppy.

“I’d be extremely on board with that, if you are, Amy,” I laughed, grinning at her.

“Um, absolutely!” she answered, grinning back.

With that, we leaned towards each other. Placing one of my hands on the bed to support my weight, I slid the other around the back of her head into her hair, and touched my lips to hers. They parted immediately, and briefly our tongues danced together, the kiss lasting four or five seconds, somehow both comfortable and scorching hot. No awkwardness of two people learning how the other likes to be kissed, simply enjoyment of each other and the promise of more to come as the evening progressed, as we sat back smiling ear to ear.

The steaminess increased as the game progressed. The next card Amy drew found her dared to ask the person across from her to lick her pussy. That person was Poppy, who immediately flushed slightly but also smiled into her eyes.

“Is that ok with you, Poppy?” giggled Amy.

“Most definitely, if it’s ok with you!” replied Poppy.

Without another word, Amy laughed, flounced back on the other bed, and threw her legs in the air, revealing that she was wearing nothing at all under her skirt. Poppy immediately followed her, slid her hands up the backs of Amy’s slim thighs, lowered her head to her smooth, trimmed pussy, and began licking and eating her, gently and tenderly at first, then gradually with more intensity. Amy moaned softly, then quickly began breathing more and more heavily, interspersed with louder and loader moans. The card Amy drew hadn’t been specific about whether it called for one lick, or 30 seconds of licking, or any other time frame. But Poppy seemed to have her own ideas about how best to interpret the card, keeping her hands firmly on Amy’s thighs, holding her open while she continued to feast and Amy began to grind her hips against Poppy’s eager lips and tongue.

I dearly love eating pussy, and strive to do so with equal skill and enthusiasm to ensure that it’s an extremely pleasurable experience for my partner; and I flatter myself that I am far more gifted orally speaking than most guys. But I admit, I’m still a guy, and I can’t claim to match the intuitive ability that a woman who truly loves eating pussy can possess. And without question, Poppy truly loves eating pussy – as the lucky women who’ve gotten to experience her skills can attest. Elijah and I sat riveted by the incredibly sexy sight in front of us, gradually adjusting ourselves as our pants grew more and more uncomfortably tight. In a shockingly short period of time – it felt like 30 seconds, although it was probably more like a couple of minutes – Amy screamed in ecstasy, clutched the back of Poppy’s head, and arched off the bed, spasming repeatedly as Poppy’s tongue coaxed a powerful, total-body orgasm from her.

A few moments later, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. As soon as she could speak, she laughed happily through her gasps for air, “I really….love…girls!”

The three of us laughed alongside her, at the proof she had just given us of the truth of her statement.

But the night was only just beginning….

 

If you’d like us to find the time to write down the next part of what happened on this incredible night, let us know! And, thank you for all your questions, etc, we’ll get to them as fast as we can, we promise…we both have very busy day-to-day lives with work etc, but we’ll make it happen!

Thanks for reading everyone, we appreciate you all!

Intro

Like every story we write down, yes, this really happened to us. Only personal identifying details, etc. have been changed.

We worked on writing this down together, making sure that we remembered everything accurately, etc. It’s written from Jack’s (male) perspective. Poppy’s take from the female perspective coming soon. She said she probably wants to do it as an audio or video recording instead of writing. We’re still figuring that out lol…stay tuned!

Thanks for enjoying, all! 😊

 

Part 1

We met Elijah and Amy at the first private hotel party we ever attended. I’ll tell that story another time, but suffice to say for now that it was a great early experience for us (albeit with some nerve-wracking moments, as every lifestyle couple can attest). But overall, it was a lot of fun. That night, we hadn’t done anything particularly sexual with anyone else, other than play next to a number of other incredibly hot couples all piled on to and around a big king bed with us in the hotel suite where he party was hosted. But, that was the first night that Poppy had ever kissed another man besides me since we got married. Although she freaked out a little the next day, worrying that I might be hurt, I spent time holding her, reassuring her that she’s beautiful and perfect and mine, and that everything that we do together with consent and communication is very, very ok.

 

The man that she kissed? That was Elijah. Although there were many wonderful, sexy couples at the party that night, Elijah and Amy were the couple that we just clicked with immediately. We spent time talking to them for an hour or more during the G-rated portion of the evening, and just connected on all different levels – personality, interests, senses of humor, you name it. So although we went no farther than mild touching and kissing that night, Poppy and I both wanted more. We knew it, and needed to spend time communicating to confirm that we both felt that way and were ok with pursuing it. As it turned out, we both very much were, so we asked Elijah and Amy if they were interested in going out to dinner and getting a hotel room to share, should such a thing prove necessary. As it turned out...it would indeed prove necessary!

To set the scene, they’re a gorgeous couple, without question. Elijah is an African American man in his early 30s, with a trim build and dreadlocks. He has friendly, calm energy – not loudly boisterous, nor overly quiet or shy. A truly kind, calm personality. The same could be said for his girlfriend Amy, although she’s definitely the more outgoing and gregarious of the couple – but in a very good way! She’s chaotic, funny, and sweet, all in one. She’s in her late 20s, with a tall, slender build, fair skinned, with long brown hair. She is very fit, built like a swimmer, or perhaps like a gymnast who eventually proved too tall to continue her athletic career, with firm, beautiful medium sized breasts, as well as an impressively curvy ass combined with a slender, fit body.

Poppy actually is built very similarly to Amy. Both tall, slim and athletic, they bear a striking resemblance, both in looks and in wildly chaotic senses of humor when in settings where they feel comfortable. They most definitely egg each other on, in that respect! Both women have long dark brown hair – Amy’s straight, Poppy’s lightly wavy.

Poppy is fairly tall as well, and her regular workout routines mean she is toned and surprisingly strong. She has beautiful, perky breasts, just slightly larger than Amy’s as I recall, and long, toned legs and an ass that turns heads everywhere she goes. She would never admit how stunningly beautiful she really is – like so many women in today’s world, sadly, she struggles sometimes to see past imagined “flaws” that only she would ever notice. She is a respected, brilliant professional in her field, but some of society’s lies are still hard to drown out. But, I intend to spend the rest of my life reminding her how beautiful she is, inside and out…and sometimes, as in the case of this particular night, with the assistance of friends.

To wrap up the descriptions, I have a lean, muscular build – think more Michael Phelps than Arnold Schwarzeneggar. I’m just over 6 foot tall, about 180 lbs, with dark brown hair. Poppy and I are both in our mid-30s.

For us, we aren’t really into the anonymous one night stand, rush to a hookup, full swap or nothing approach. No judgment at all towards those who enjoy that dynamic…with enthusiastic consent and honest communication, enjoy what you all enjoy, and more power to you! But for us, it’s really important to have genuine friendship and chemistry and connection. And with Elijah and Amy, we already had that in spades, simply from chatting for an hour or two before the hotel party where we met, then the soft play during the party, then continuing to flirt and laugh and get to know each other on social media afterwards. To say the least, we were very excited to hang out in person for a couples date. And with the four of us booking a hotel room in advance, we knew the night was probably going to be filled with steamy fun, one way or another.

The date day came, and we drove into the city where we’d agreed to meet, full of excitement and nervous anticipation. My hand rested on Poppy’s leg as we drove, gently caressing her toned thigh. No matter how many years we spend together and how much life we experience, she’s always the most beautiful woman in the world to me. We had some time to kill, so she and I grabbed a light lunch at a bakery we love, then walked around, window shopping and just enjoying each other’s company, until midafternoon, when we headed towards the hotel. The plan was to meet Elijah and Amy there, drop any luggage we didn’t want to carry around with us, then go grab a bite and catch up for a bit before spending the rest of the evening together at the hotel.

The four of us arrived in the lobby within minutes of each other. The girls threw their arms around each other like best friends who had spent years apart, while Elijah and I bro-hugged. Then Poppy hugged Elijah, while I embraced Amy – in both cases, slightly more reserved than the girls had been, but still warmly. I checked in to the room while the three of them chatted animatedly off to the side of the lobby. It was the first time we had seen each other in person since the hotel party, and although we’d chatted regularly on social media since then, there was a lot to catch up on!

After I finished the check-in, we quickly tossed our bags in the room, then walked outside to enjoy the mild weather as we picked a spot to eat. None of us wanted to spend a long time in the restaurant – there was too much fun to look forward to in the hotel! So, we had planned to eat at whatever little café or similar spot we found that looked appealing. Fortunately, within a few minutes we passed a barbecue place that smelled great, and somehow had seats available with no wait, even though it was a Saturday night. The reviews were solid, so we sat and enjoyed our food…the conversation gradually turning slightly more flirty as the evening progressed. But that being said, Poppy and I were still cautious, wanting to prioritize each others’ comfort level and make sure nothing that we said or did that evening would be triggering if at all possible. So, we were both more tame with our flirting than we might have been otherwise, as it turned out from our later conversations. But, you live and you learn. That’s what communication is for!

But even with our overcaution, there was no denying the spark of anticipation in the air..the knowledge that we planned to do…something…against societal convention, that night.  What exactly that would be, we honestly weren’t sure. We hadn’t explicitly said that we planned to do a full swap that evening – something we had never done before. All our past play experiences had been limited to parallel/same-bed play and some occasional soft play with others. We had talked for hours, in the leadup to the date with Elijah and Amy, and had confirmed that we were both very ok with the possibility of a full swap at some point, if and when it felt right – and that Elijah and Amy felt like that could be very much a possibility. We had certainly featured that possibility in our dirty talk to say the least,  as well as in our calmer, more rational conversations! But, we didn’t want to assume anything. Any of the four of us might have decided we weren’t feeling it, and we wanted to be respectful of our friends’ comfort level and wishes too. As it turned out…we needn’t have worried, about any of the four of us!

As the meal wound down, the eye contact lingered…the risqué comments, hinting at who we are…what we all knew we enjoyed. At Poppy’s insistence, we detoured briefly on our way back to the hotel to pick up eyedrops for Elijah, who mentioned that he occasionally was annoyed by dry eyes. She’s a giver through and through, and wouldn’t be able to relax and enjoy herself without first checking that her people were cared for! After that quick errand, we turned back towards our hotel, our steps quickening with unspoken anticipation.

Once we were all back in the room, we all hesitated, unsure of how to begin. We had spoken before the date night of wanting to play a kinky party game together as an icebreaker…but how to break the ice to get to the icebreaker suddenly seemed a challenge in and of itself, as silly as that sounds! Elijah had mentioned having a bit of a sore neck, earlier in the evening. Suddenly, Poppy asked if he’d still like her to massage it, since she has a lot of skill in that area, even though she doesn’t work as a professional massage therapist. Elijah, of course, immediately consented, removed his shirt, and laid on one of the two beds in the room, his moans quickly making it clear just how good her touch felt, even in that tame of a context. Amy and I talked on the other bed, on a silly pretext play wrestled for a few moments, and everyone began to relax. But Poppy said later that she felt unsure about moving beyond a purely professional massage, even though she wanted to – and of course Elijah wanted her too, but didn’t want to pressure her or rush her, since this was a new experience for her.

Eventually, as the massage wound down, I decided it was time to take things to the next level – that everyone was ready, relaxed, but uncertain how to progress. So the next quiet moment, I simply said, “Hey guys, you all want to try out that card game we were talking about?” To which everyone immediately and eagerly agreed!

The game itself was quite simple – varying degrees of steamy activities that you could be dared to do to a specified person in the circle as we all sat on one of the beds. It started tame…Poppy was dared to squeeze Amy’s ass, which she very happily did. Then Elijah was dared to kiss Poppy for at least five seconds…something they clearly both enjoyed immensely. I can attest that Poppy is an absolutely incredible kisser, and getting to kiss her is an experience not soon forgotten. And she had mentioned that he, too, was an extremely good kisser. As I mentioned, they had kissed briefly at the hotel party a few weeks earlier, but clearly were both very much remembering the experience fondly and excited to repeat it. They separated nearly ten seconds later, panting slightly and a spark in their eyes, then Elijah said, “You know, I don’t know if this is exactly in the rules of the game, but it seems unfair for Jack and Amy to miss out. I think they should get to kiss too, don’t you?”

“Hell yes!” replied Poppy.

“I’d be extremely on board with that, if you are, Amy,” I laughed, grinning at her.

“Um, absolutely!” she answered, grinning back.

With that, we leaned towards each other. Placing one of my hands on the bed to support my weight, I slid the other around the back of her head into her hair, and touched my lips to hers. They parted immediately, and briefly our tongues danced together, the kiss lasting four or five seconds, somehow both comfortable and scorching hot. No awkwardness of two people learning how the other likes to be kissed, simply enjoyment of each other and the promise of more to come as the evening progressed, as we sat back smiling ear to ear.

The steaminess increased as the game progressed. The next card Amy drew found her dared to ask the person across from her to lick her pussy. That person was Poppy, who immediately flushed slightly but also smiled into her eyes.

“Is that ok with you, Poppy?” giggled Amy.

“Most definitely, if it’s ok with you!” replied Poppy.

Without another word, Amy laughed, flounced back on the other bed, and threw her legs in the air, revealing that she was wearing nothing at all under her skirt. Poppy immediately followed her, slid her hands up the backs of Amy’s slim thighs, lowered her head to her smooth, trimmed pussy, and began licking and eating her, gently and tenderly at first, then gradually with more intensity. Amy moaned softly, then quickly began breathing more and more heavily, interspersed with louder and loader moans. The card Amy drew hadn’t been specific about whether it called for one lick, or 30 seconds of licking, or any other time frame. But Poppy seemed to have her own ideas about how best to interpret the card, keeping her hands firmly on Amy’s thighs, holding her open while she continued to feast and Amy began to grind her hips against Poppy’s eager lips and tongue.

I dearly love eating pussy, and strive to do so with equal skill and enthusiasm to ensure that it’s an extremely pleasurable experience for my partner; and I flatter myself that I am far more gifted orally speaking than most guys. But I admit, I’m still a guy, and I can’t claim to match the intuitive ability that a woman who truly loves eating pussy can possess. And without question, Poppy truly loves eating pussy – as the lucky women who’ve gotten to experience her skills can attest. Elijah and I sat riveted by the incredibly sexy sight in front of us, gradually adjusting ourselves as our pants grew more and more uncomfortably tight. In a shockingly short period of time – it felt like 30 seconds, although it was probably more like a couple of minutes – Amy screamed in ecstasy, clutched the back of Poppy’s head, and arched off the bed, spasming repeatedly as Poppy’s tongue coaxed a powerful, total-body orgasm from her.

A few moments later, she collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. As soon as she could speak, she laughed happily through her gasps for air, “I really….love…girls!”

The three of us laughed alongside her, at the proof she had just given us of the truth of her statement.

But the night was only just beginning….

 

If you’d like us to find the time to write down the next part of what happened on this incredible night, let us know! And, thank you for all your questions, etc, we’ll get to them as fast as we can, we promise…we both have very busy day-to-day lives with work etc, but we’ll make it happen!

Thanks for reading everyone, we appreciate you all!

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Clip from the true story of our first full swap -- we wrote it down together, then I (Jack) recorded it. I hope you like! Should we do more?

(Part 1 here)

Intro

Thanks for reading! Yes, we really are lifelong Christians, and firmly believe there's nothing about our faith that prevents consenting, joyful, honest, ethical play together. Check out Part 1 above if you want to the story from the beginning, details about the four of us, etc. As we said before, everything is 100% true – only personally identifying details have been changed. Thank you for reading, everyone, we hope you enjoy!

 

As you already read, after a long and exciting day of buildup to the meeting up with Elijah and Amy, we had all returned to our hotel together, and eventually mustered the courage to start playing a kinky card game together. It started slow, with the intensity gradually building up until a dare led to Amy exploding in an orgasm under Poppy’s tongue. When we all returned to the bed where we were seated in a circle playing the game, we all knew we were very ready to keep pushing the envelope.

The next card that was played dared Elijah to spend three minutes in another room with the woman to his right doing, whatever they wished to each other. The woman to his right happened to be Amy, and we realized that to make the game more exciting we might need to make a few modifications to the rules since there were only four of us playing and the game had perhaps originally been designed for a larger number. Thinking quickly, I suggested three people step into the other room, while the fourth waits outside with a timer. As soon as they call time, one person comes out of that room, and the person outside goes in, until all four people have rotated through. This suggestion was immediately met with enthusiastic agreement by the three others, with the modification that we make the time limit two minutes instead of three, since we’d be rotating through several rounds back-to-back. With that settled, since it had been my idea, I said it was only fair for me to wait outside first and let them start the fun. So, without further ado, with grins and giggles all around, they all clambered off the bed and walked through the doorway. The only other room in the suite was the bathroom, but thankfully it was large, fairly nice, and impeccably clean, so no one minded.  I stayed seated on the bed, and as soon as I heard the door click, I started the timer on my phone.

I still don’t know exactly what went on while Poppy, Amy and Elijah were out of the room…. although from the moans and giggles I heard faintly through the door, they were enjoying themselves immensely. I confess that I’m looking forward to asking Poppy what she remembers about it when she records her audio thoughts on this night!

When the timer was up, I called time, then Amy walked out, slightly flushed and hair slightly disheveled, grinned at me brightly and said, “My turn! Have fun…”

I laughed as I walked past her and managed a “Will do!” in response. Elijah and Poppy smiled at me as I opened the door…Poppy with a touch of pink in her cheeks, and a spark in her eye. She told me later that it had been difficult at first to let go of her nerves and allow herself to enjoy the evening, even though she genuinely liked and trusted both Elijah and Amy. But, she said, by this point in the evening she was starting to find enjoying herself much easier than before!

As I closed the door behind me, I started by taking my wife in my arms, and kissing her, gently but firmly, a moment of reconnection and reminder that I loved her with all my heart and always would. Then I slowly circled behind her, trailing my lips over her cheek, then kissing my way down her neck and over her shoulder, then switching to do the same on her other side. As I did so, I slid my hands down her arms, and gripped them just above her elbows, pulling her firmly back against me. She ground her perfect ass over my crotch, never one to receive pleasure without wanting to reciprocate in spades! Meanwhile Elijah stepped close to her in front, kissing her deeply, then kissing her neck as he made his way down to her left breast, kissing it, then licking and sucking on her nipple. Poppy moaned and pushed her chest forward toward him, arching her back and leaning her head back against my shoulder. I slid my right hand back up and around her slim throat, squeezing just slightly – not hard enough to make her lightheaded, just hard enough to bring her hazy thoughts to the prospect. At the same time Elijah slid his fingers between her legs and muttered, “Fuck…” under his breath as he felt her already soaking wet from our combined attention. Again, he traced his fingers up through her wet folds, skimmed her clit just a touch more firmly, as Poppy’s breath caught in her throat on a sharp inhale. After a few more seconds, without warning the little minx suddenly shook herself free, at least temporarily, of the spell we were weaving on her, dropped to her knees, wrenched down my waistband and shoved my hard cock down her throat as far as she could, sucking and licking as she fumbled at Elijah’s waistband with her other hand. He helped her free his cock, and she stroked him a few times with her right hand before switching to take him into her mouth as she began stroking me with her left hand. She switched back and forth like that a few times, every few seconds, before she gently pulled us closer together by our cocks, then somehow managed to slide them both into her mouth at the same time. I don’t know about Elijah, but that was a first-time experience for me…and it felt incredible, not to mention the taboo element made it hotter. More even than that, the fact that Poppy was confidently taking charge of her pleasure and taking what she wanted without fear or self-consciousness was a huge turn-on for me. Of course, trying determinedly to fit us both into her mouth simultaneously, she could only manage an inch or two of each of us, but it felt mind-blowing regardless. Aaand of course, far too quickly after she began, came the moment when we all heard Amy’s voice cheerily trill through the door, “Time!” At which we all groaned, laughed, and tried to compose ourselves.

And with that, we reached the final rotation, as Elijah walked out and Amy walked back in. Poppy and I immediately, wordlessly, seemed to know that we wanted to focus on her together. Poppy stepped up and kissed her, and Amy immediately melted into her arms. I skimmed my hand down her back, kissing her ear and her neck just beneath it, and a moment later she turned to me and slid her tongue down my throat, the three of with our arms tangled around each other. A moment later, I gently pushed her back until her firm ass rested against the edge of the bathroom sink, Poppy following as they began to make out again. At the same time, I knelt down between her legs, gently slipped my right arm inside her left knee, and softly picked it up off the ground in the crook my elbow, leaving her balanced on just her right foot and leaning into Poppy’s arms even more than she already was. I raised my arm a little higher and slid her leg over my right shoulder, so she could balance with the back of her knee supported by my shoulder…and her glistening pussy ready and waiting, just a few inches from me. I immediately took full advantage of the situation, leaning forward and taking a long, slow, lick, beginning from her opening and torturously working my way all the way up and over her clit. With that, my right hand gripped her ass, and my left hand the top of her leg just below her ass, pulling her firmly against my tongue as I feasted. I could taste her delicious pussy growing wetter and wetter as I did so. She began to grind more and more against my tongue, my nose, my whole face, as I was dimly aware of her finger slipping into Poppy’s pussy as they continued to kiss even more passionately. Awareness of time vanished entirely as the three of us disappeared into the moment, the genuine, caring friendship we had gradually built for so long now spiked through with increasingly violent lightning bolts of lust. Until suddenly, no one knows how long later – we all were dimly aware of Elijah outside the door calling, “Time, guys!” In hindsight, it was probably about two minutes later, since that was the time limit we had settled on…but damned if I could have told you that otherwise, and I think the girls were in a similar state.

Panting and flushed, we all stumbled out of the bathroom, stood near the bed where the game had begun…and paused, casting sidelong glances at each other. This time it was Elijah that said what we were all thinking. “I think I probably don’t have the patience for another round of the game…what do you all think?”

 

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