By the mid 80s, Karen and I had both completed our studies and found jobs. We bought our first flat in West London. Raoul and Lisa got married and were also both working and living in Middlesex. We continued to see them and play with them from time to time. One weekend we were with them, all drinking and flirting when Lisa (it was usually Lisa who initiated things) asked Karen, “You rember that time in Barcelona when we got showered together?” Karen nodded. “I got really randy looking at your tits”, Lisa giggled. Karen looked at her, took a sip on her wine and smiled. “Funny, that,” she said, “‘cause I couldn’t help looking at your pussy!” Everybody laughed. They were talking about a weekend away we had all taken before anything had happened between us. It went quiet. Then Lisa looked at Karen and asked, slyly, “do you want to see it now?” She was wearing a short, plaid skirt which she lifted to her waist, reaching down to pull over the gusset of her knickers, showing off her heavily haired pussy. Her clit was already bulging. “Like what you see?” She murmured, as Karen stared. “Yeh,” was the breathless reply. “So come here,” Lisa told her. Raoul and I pulled the cushions off the armchairs and lounged against them. “Mind if we watch?” He asked. There was no reply. Lisa was kissing Karen deeply, her hands rubbing at her breasts through the tee shirt she wore. Karen already had her hand up Lisa’s skirt and we could see it moving inside her knickers. Both were already panting with desire. Lisa pulled Karen’s shirt over her head and unhooked her bra, her head going down to suck and lick at her tits as she fumbled with the button on her jeans. Karen unzipped Lisa’s skirt and she wriggled out of it. Her blouse followed moments later, then her bra. Naked, she used both hands to push Karen’s jeans and pants together down over her hips and off. They came together on the sofa before us, Karen’s legs wide apart and Lisa’s dark body between them, grinding their pussies together as the kissed and ran their hands wantonly over each other. Raoul and I stared at the writhing girls. We had both undone our jeans and we’re wanking slowly. Lisa glanced over. “Show us your cocks,” she ordered, as Karen fingered her hard. We both pulled our jeans down, revealing our pricks to her. “Mmm...” she groaned, “now touch each other.” I glanced at Raoul, who raised his eyebrows and shrugged slightly, before reaching out to grab my cock. “You ok with this?” He asked. In answer, I took his shaft in my hand and pulled back his foreskin to reveal his swollen head. He began to wank me very slowly as we both watched the girls. Lisa was dominant. She knelt above Karen and stroked her thighs then parted her legs before easing herself down and starting to lick and suck between them, her hands on both of Karen’s tits. “Oh fuck...” I heard Karen gasp, her hips pushing back and forth against her friend’s face, “lick my cunt,” she begged. Raoul and I managed to strip naked as we watched, still wanking each other, then he suddenly changed position and lay between my legs. He squeezed my cock hard til my bell end was swollen and purple then took it into his mouth. I felt the hot wetness of his tongue all over me as I watched Lisa eat my girlfriend out. My hand was on his head, holding him in place as he moved up and down on me, his spare hand now on my balls, now teasing my arse hole. On the settee, the girls were side by side again, frigging each other between wide draped legs, alternating between sucking each other’s nipples. They were oblivious to us, gasping and moaning and murmuring “fuck yes, do that to me” as they licked and wanked each other closer to orgasm. Raoul and I were stretched out on the floor together in 69, both sucking and licking cock, both pulling each other’s balls between our lips, both pressing fingers against willing arseholes. We both glanced over at the girls but in truth we were enjoying each other as much as them. Lisa came first, writhing against Karen’s thigh, which she rode, grinding her pussy against the well muscled flesh, he head back, Karen pinching her nipples til she cried out “oh fuck I’m cumming” and spasmed for long seconds against her friend, grunting and gasping in her orgasm. She immediately slid down between Karen’s legs and ate her to her own climax, fingers pumping wildly inside her, her hand round her waist to hold her in place. Karen came silently, her back arched, mouth wide open, eyes tight closed and face contorted as Lisa sucked on her clit and pushed probing fingers deep into both pussy and arse. At the sight, I lost control and spurted hard over Raoul’s face, by balls churning, my own arse clenched tight against his finger tip. “Jesus...” I groaned, before engulfing his cock which suddenly spurted long and hard between my lips. I pulled his tight buttocks forward and he slipped deep into my mouth, still spurting, still pulling on me as my own orgasm began to subside. For the first time, I swallow cum as we fell apart, bodies still heaving, sweating, panting and, for now, sated. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling and trying to make sense of what we had just done, I heard Lisa giggle, “well that was fun!”