**NSFW** Weekend with Friends

I thought I would share with you all an excerpt from my New Release story, ‘Weekend with Friends.’ All of my work can be found at S.D Lange, on Amazon. Enjoy!

“I can’t remember how much time passed since my wife and I enjoyed a ski vacation together, the fun long forgotten. Now, wet and sore, I began to feel the effects of the rapidly dropping temperature, as a slight chill crept over me. Our decision to hike through the snow, back to the rented chalet, proved to force a bit of a workout through the heavy snow, I knew it would be several more minutes before we could relish the warmth of a fire. Keith, my best friend, traded his time-share points to secure the weekend getaway he and I planned for several months—we chose to leave it as a surprise of sorts for the girls. The final obstacle cleared itself when Keith’s parents said they would watch Keith and Jenny’s kids for the extended weekend. Now, we found ourselves in the Rocky Mountains, trudging through snow. Lights in the windows of the A-frame we’d arrived at earlier in the morning, acted as a personal beacon, guiding us home. The exterior lights shimmered against the bright white, frozen ground and icicles sparkled from the eaves—it produced a twinkling, diamond effect and left behind a romantic ambiance when combined with the glow of the setting, winter sun. Sharing the day with another fine couple, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, lightened all our moods. Throughout the day, we drank, skied, played in the snow, and skied some more. My wife, Aida, and I maintain a close relationship with Keith and Jenny, always playful, we share more touching and affectionate kissing than occurs among most other couples. Our day today was no different, of course. During our journey across the snow, an exchange of sexual innuendo and rather bold groping occurred, especially between Keith and my wife. While some took place between Jenny and me, too, I tried to control my behavior more often than Keith did.

Stacking logs in the fireplace and starting a fire proved to be a relatively simple task, the blaze intensified and radiated heat throughout the sizable room. Hot toddies, heavy on the rum, poured and steaming, rested on the silver serving tray, ready for both our enjoyment and to warm up from the inside out—Aida and Jenny were already sipping on theirs while preparing dinner. Keith offered a glass for the taking, clinking them together before he turned away. “It’s not often I can say this and mean it truthfully, but life couldn’t be much better,” he said.

“You’re right, buddy,” I replied. We sat in silence and watched the women in the kitchen, with tremendous admiration. “To our wonderful ladies,” I toasted. Aida smiled and blew a kiss, mouthing the words, I love you. Jenny watched her and pranced toward me in socked feet—I will be the first to admit that Jenny is a stunning woman—the youngest of the four of us, she managed to retain her gorgeous figure after giving birth to two children.

“I love you, too, ya know.” Along with the words, she bent down and kissed me full on the lips, no one of our typical pecks, either, this kiss held a profound passion, above anything we shared in the past. I won’t lie, I enjoyed it, and I reciprocated. Exceeding any of my expectations, Jenny’s tongue darted into my mouth, in search of my own—her actions garnered the approval of both Aida and Keith. As the alcohol began to take effect, Keith volunteered to assist Aida with the meal preparation. Of course, we all knew this to mean Keith would be grinding his crotch against her splendid ass, his arms around her as his hands moved up to cup her tits through the form-fitting sweater she wore. Jenny and I finished our lingering kiss, and she stepped away, eying me, her eyebrows lifted in a provocative arch.

Aida and I have known them as a couple for over five years, though Keith and I go back to our service days in the Marine Corps together. Flirting had always been a part of our relationship with Keith and Jenny, during the early days of our friendship, it was playful words and occasionally touching, but a year or so in, kissing upon greeting and leaving became the norm. After a night of drinking, we played a game of strip poker. I enjoyed it as much as everyone else, and nothing happened between us other than getting naked. It was a couple years ago that Keith and Jenny discovered that we had a secret which we had not yet shared with them—Aida and I are swingers.

Exhaustive discussions were held on the topic, both my wife and I wanted to ensure the relationship among friends remained intact. I would persist in my efforts to maintain a traditional friendship between Jenny and myself to clarify my intentions and avoid a circumstance of misconstrued actions causing undue stress on a valued friendship. Keith cultivated an intense interest in the lifestyle, but Jenny showed nothing but indifference to the subject at hand, leading Aida and me to agree never to broach the subject with them. This weekend, however, changed things, a new tone blanketed the four of us. Before, and usually at Keith’s perseverance, Jenny would randomly flash me her extraordinary globes of flesh—guaranteed to occur when we had imbibed, and inhibitions eased. Then it was short and sweet, to the point, creamy flesh darkened with pale brown nipples, and then they would be quickly covered once again—today, it would seem that I was deemed worthy enough to bear witness to the remarkable display on several occasions. Yes, even Aida was taken aback, it was she who brought it to my attention that Jenny was particularly playful and open.

Now, into the night, the fortuitous behavior continued. Keith pointed out that our snow soaked clothing beneath previously shed outerwear, and attempted to wheedle the girls out of their clothes. Credit must be given, Keith didn’t give up easily. When comparing the two, Aida could equal or surpass Keith in his flirtations, the quickly unfolding scenario found her playing along as she peeled away the damp jeans and sweater. Robed only in a barely-there thong and camisole, she was the pinnacle of female beauty, at least in my eyes. I couldn’t pry my eyes from my wife, I was dumbstruck at the turn of events. Jenny, holding a stack of bowls, continued to set the table but her focus remained on the nearly nude woman in the room.

“What’s wrong? I didn’t want to be in those cold, wet things all night.” Aida said with an air of innocence in the shrug of her shoulders.

Mock indignation seeped through Jenny’s words, “Do you all expect me to wear them? Hell no, no one wants wet clothes, why should I?” It sounded like a provocation instead of general conversation. She eyeballed Aida’s erect nipples protruding through the lacy, white camisole, with blatant disregard as to who noticed.

Breaking the serenity, which settled among the group, Keith roared, his voice echoing throughout the chalet, “Off! There will be absolutely no wet clothes on the furniture, what do you think this is? It’s not my place.”

Keith began to lift his shirt over his head. At first, I presumed Jenny would articulate her annoyance, which caused concern because honestly, I was enjoying it. Any concerns I might have held onto, remained at bay when Jenny yanked the hem of her shirt, and in the blink of an eye, pulled it over her head. Tossing the garment, the short distance to her husband, she continued, her fingers lingering on the button of her jeans. Jenny popped the button, undulating her ample hips, worked to push the tight denim over her smooth thighs. Not wanting to feel left out, I, too, stood only in my briefs. The glow of the fire reflected on the almost nude women—both women were ravishing in their unique ways. Similar to Aida’s undergarments, Jenny’s current attire was damp, and pebble-hard nubs were evident through the flimsy bra she wore—I could also discern the dark patch through the matching panties—I couldn’t contain my grin when I glanced at Aida as we gathered around the table.

By all accounts, our conversation over dinner metamorphosed into an element of sexually explicit speech, followed by actions. Keith, indubitably the mischief-maker, followed not far behind by Aida. What stood out—Jenny’s active role in encouraging them. Jenny observed the drops of hot toddy when they dribbled onto the white lace, close to a peek-a-boo playing nipple, she intentionally drew our attention to the discoloration of the fabric. Keith sprang from his chair and walked to Aida’s side, lowering his head, he started to lap at the dark spot spreading on the lace, allowing his tongue to graze the tender flesh of my wife’s nipple. This, by far, was the most flagrant display of physical contact that we shared up to this point, Aida continued to push the envelope, “I think it soaked in,” she said as she raised the fabric to reveal a hardened nipple. Keith dropped his head again and closed his lips around the engorged bud—a loud sucking noise filled the nearly silent room, as he released her from his hold. No sooner than Keith returned to his seat, a morsel of food conveniently fell into his lap. Almost comical in nature, it undoubtedly cleared a pathway to elevated sexual interactions between us.

“Honey, would you mind?” He licked his lips when he spoke to his wife.

Only Jenny could achieve the childlike level of innocence, yet, retain her smooth, sultry mannerisms. Evident in the method which she slid seductively out of the chair onto the floor beneath the table, resting on her knees, at Keith’s feet—there was a strikingly erotic undertone to such a seemingly submissive act. When her head began to bob, curiosity seized control of my brain, and I leaned over to take a glimpse under the table. This woman held her husband’s cock in her hand and wrapped in the moist warmth of her mouth, as she gave him head at the table. Aida glanced across the span of the table, shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and licked her lips lasciviously.  Jenny gobbled her husband’s cock for a few more seconds and finished with a slurp. Keith grumbled over the incomplete blowjob, he needed to climax so he could watch her swallow his load, but Jenny assured him she would finish him with her oral skills, later.

Jenny returned to an upright, sitting position, eyes glimmering, a flush on her cheeks but not from embarrassment. Aida recognized the height of Jenny’s arousal and decided to raise the stakes. She stood, traversing the room to stand behind Keith. Under false pretenses of a caring friend, she gingerly wiped at nonexistent crumbs in the corner of his mouth, Aida shifted in a calculated move that placed her erect nipples against Keith’s shoulders as she leaned forward.

“Oh my, your penis is happy to see us! That thing doesn’t belong out at the table,” Aida chided, reaching out to close her hand around Keith’s tool, she stroked his manhood enthusiastically before releasing him and returning to her place at the table. Keith placed a light swat on the cheek of her ass and snapped the thong against her, eliciting a squeal of delight.

“Oh, Keith,” she spoke in her best smoky, raspy voice. “You’re such a naughty boy, aren’t you? Perhaps you’ll have to be punished later.”

The pupils of his eyes visibly dilated as his arousal heightened. “Baby, you have no idea,” he replied.

My wife mentioning punishment piqued my attention—we didn’t always incorporate the world of BDSM into our play, but on the rare occasion we indulged in the darker, risqué aspect of our mutual sex life, it invariably ended in intense, mind-blowing orgasms, the likes of which happen infrequently.

Jenny chimed in, “Luke isn’t bad, he’s behaving like a good boy.” She smirked, a look that spoke a thousand words without making a sound.

“Yeah, Luke is a good boy, what’s up with that? Can’t handle the big time?” Keith mocked.

“I’m plotting, something diabolical, bed—I mean bad,” I said, doing my best mad scientist laugh.

A single Freudian slip catapulted three adults into a fit of uncontrollable snickers. That was the moment, which defined the rest of the evening. All eyes were on me expectantly, as if I would push the envelope. My gaze scanned the perimeter of the table, while my brain prompted me to remain on the food theme. I picked an olive from the salad. It was perfect for my intention. Holding the black, round circle between my thumb and forefinger, I stared studiously at Jenny. My eyes traveled the length of her body that could be seen above the table, before bringing my focus to her breasts. With her nipples visible through the material, I leaned in across the table and hooked one finger in the cup of her bra, slowly pulling it down. Jenny pushed her breasts out at me, and one utterly perfect formed tit fell into the palm of my hand. I glanced at Keith and Aida.

“Is that bad enough, yet?”

“Not quite,” Keith murmured.

He and Aida simpered knowingly when I lifted the weight of the warm, fleshy globe in my hand, then tried to place the olive slice over Jenny’s nipple. It didn’t work so well as her bra kept getting in my way. Jenny feigned exasperation, reached up behind her and unhooked the bra, letting it fall into her lap. I went ahead and attempted to place the olive on her nipple, only to find the hole was too small. With a slight break in the ring, I wrapped it around her nipple. Jenny stood and allowed her breasts to sway in invitation.

“Look, Honey, a nipple ring,” she announced with a chuckle.

Jenny came closer, settled her arms around my shoulders and pressed her tits into my face. The teasing became too much, I couldn’t take it. I turned my mouth slightly and flicked the olive with my tongue, and continued to suck her nipple between my lips. Fluttering my tongue across the sensitive pebble of flesh rapidly, much like I do with Aida, and something that is guaranteed to make her cum, Jenny clutched my head to her chest and mumbled, “God, that feels good. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. Without looking at either Aida or Keith, I teased her nipple until her breathing grew ragged. I thought I had gone too far, so I released her. Jenny seemed slightly disappointed in my decision, as did Keith and Aida. Jenny slid back into the seat and began to eat again. There was no effort made to retrieve the lacy undergarment from the floor, and she remained gloriously topless. I watched as Jenny closed her eyes and savored the heat of the roaring fire.

“The heat feels good on my skin,” Jenny said aloud. Her eyes flashed open as she looked at Aida, in a way that screamed, I dare you. My wife didn’t hesitate. Aida tossed aside the tank top she wore while remaining in her chair. Keith and I cheered loudly. When Aida stood up, a wicked grin formed on her lips, and she stared at Jenny. Anticipating her next move, Jenny stood as well. Aida hooked her thumbs beneath the thin straps of the thong. Jenny mimicked her actions with the sheer panties she wore. Almost like a showdown, both women settled in place for a quick strip as Keith and I watched with eagerness. The table sat near the fireplace, the glow cast highlights on both of their female forms.

Aida is tall and thin, smaller busted and hipped than most women, but still has beautiful curves for her body. You could describe her as having legs that reach her neck. My wife is gorgeous, long, thick auburn hair and smoky, hazel eyes. A dazzling smile and youthful personality combine to belie her real age—most people mistake her for twenty-five instead of thirty-five. Jenny is younger by several years, and fuller figured. Her C-cups swayed seductively while her hands hovered anxiously waiting to strip the panties from her rounded hips. Jenny has alabaster skin, medium length, curly black hair. Long lashes that could change her appearance from innocent to wicked accentuated the perfect heart-shaped face. Aida had often compared her to a Greek goddess.

With no further warning, Aida jerked the thong down to her thigh and quickly stepped out of it. Jenny attempted to do the same but lost her balance and fell back, her bottom bare, onto her chair. Aida twirled her thong in victory before letting it go in the direction of Keith’s head. He caught them as the silk hit his cheek. Keith surprised no one by bunching them up in his hand as he inhaled the heady scent of Aida’s pussy. Keith leaned toward me, whispering yet still loud enough for all to hear, “They’re still wet.”

Aida stood with her hands on her hips and feet apart, completely nude. Her shaved pussy was displayed for his viewing pleasure.

Jenny feigned disappointment, “You win, this time.”

I watched as she drew her knees up to her chest and seductively pulled her panties the rest of the way off. From my seat, it offered a prime view of her pussy. Jenny wasn’t shaved like Aida, but her nether lips were clearly displayed through the sparse covering of soft downy hair. Jenny stood and approached my chair. With a kick of the leg by her small foot, she indicated for me to scoot it back. I did, and she straddled my lap, as she draped her panties over my shoulder. Even though I still wore my briefs, there was no way Jenny didn’t feel my raging erection as it pressed against her naked thigh. I was disappointed she didn’t stay long.

“You guys get to clean the table,” Jenny directed.

“We’ll be waiting in the hot tub when you’re finished,” Aida threw in.

“Bring more drinks with you.” Jenny smiled sweetly.”

Grab your copy here, Weekend with Friends and follow along with Aida and Luke’s sexcapades.

S.D.

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