We had known Lisa and Steve for about a year, my wife Abi had met Lisa at the gym they both attended and they had become firm friends. Lisa is blonde, buxom and bouncy. And a terrible flirt. Steve is the silent type. My first impressions were that he was sullen, but I soon realised that he is simply not one for small talk, he is intelligent and well read, his humour is clever and subtle. We also became firm friends. We were both thirty-something, childless couples. We lived in the same outer London suburb and we spent much of our spare time together. When they asked if we would holiday with them, share a villa in the South of France, we readily agreed. That night in bed, I began to have second thoughts, Lisa could be a bit O.T.T., would two weeks might be to much. I shared my thoughts with Abi. "It's a bit late now, we've agreed." She said. Then she laughed; "Are you worried about her jumping you? You are aren't you?" I was. Oh I fancied her alright, but… Abi and I have an arrangement, we like sex, preferably with each other, but we're not exclusive. Some years ago we were going through a bad patch, Abi had to attend a seminar in Leeds and was away for two nights. On the second night she and her opposite number from the Edinburgh branch had fucked. "I was lonely and angry with you," she confessed. "And more than a little drunk. We fucked each other to a standstill." I was upset at first, but we had both sowed a lot of wild oats before we married, and as the saying goes; 'Nobody misses a slice from a cut cake.' So we had an arrangement. If we were apart and the opportunity arose, we took it. With strict rules: 1. Condoms obligatory, 2. We told each other about it and 3. We didn't shit on our own doorstep. Fucking Lisa would not just be on our own doostep, it might be too close for comfort. Abi interrupted my thoughts; "She fancies you like mad." "How would you feel about it?" "I fancy Steve." We went ahead. With open minds and an agreement not to initiate anything. Needless to say, our flight to Nice was delayed, we arrived mid afternoon, collected the car we had hired and headed for the villa. It was further than we had anticipated and we were tired and irritable by the time we arrived. The owner, an elegant English woman, was there to welcome us with a bottle of chilled wine. She showed us the house, told us that there was a small Italian restaurant nearby, but it was popular, it would be wise to book, but they had a pizza delivery service. A cleaning lady would come at ten each morning except Sunday. Fresh bread, croissants and milk were delivered each morning. Then she was gone. We ordered pizza. We all felt better after a shower and the house was lovely, two bedrooms with a shared balcony, a pool and distant views of the Med. And perhaps importantly, it was not overlooked. After dinner we decided on an early night. It was hot and humid, not a breath of air, we left the doors onto the balcony open. We lay naked on top of the bed, not touching. It was too hot for sex, but my cock wasn't listening. I tried to think of England. Very soon, the unmistakeable sound of fucking drifted in from the next room. Perhaps it wasn't too hot? Abi's hand found my erection. She mounted me and sank down onto my boner. Just the embrace of her cunt and the small involuntary movements of our coupled organs was enough, I felt like I could come by willpower alone. It was not to be, the sounds from next door became louder, culminating with Lisa screaming as she came. Abi started giggling. "She told me that she was a noisy comer." "Do you two tell each other everything." "Pretty much," she replied. "She also said that Steve fucks like a machine." Too much information perhaps, but with two or three gentle thrusts, my cock exploded inside her. She rolled off and was soon sleeping. Not so our neighbours, minutes later they were at it again. I lay with my cock pointing somewhere above the headboard, unable to sleep. Soon after Lisa's second, just as vocal, orgasm, there was a spectacular thunderstorm which cleared the air and I was able to sleep. The next morning after a breakfast of coffee and fresh croissants, we made our plans. We would stock up on food and drink and spend as much time as possible chilling out round the pool. If we got bored, we could go sightseeing. On the way back from the supermarket, Abi said to Lisa; "Are you planning to go topless?" "Topless?" She replied. "Good heavens no." She sounded shocked. Then she added; "I'm going commando, I want an all over tan." I was looking forward to that. Steve as usual, said nothing. As good as her word, she emerged naked except for high heels. She was a spectacular sight. Tending to chubby, with large round, self supporting tits and tiny pink nipples. Her pubes were shaven. "Oil me sweetheart." She said to Steve, handing him the sun lotion. It was almost pornographic. Both Steve and myself were wearing swimming shorts, but his erection was very visible, as mine must have been. The sun was too strong for our northern skin, we soon had to drag the sunloungers into the shade of the house. Abi was topless, but had kept the bikini bottom on. She is slim, brunette. She has small but perfectly formed tits with large, pale brown nipples. Lisa volunteered to replenish the fresh lemon juice that we were drinking. As she left, she said to Abi; "When I come back, I want to see that skinny arse of yours bare, keep me company." Abi meekly complied, now it Steve's turn to feast his eyes. Lisa was gone a long time, Abi drifted off to sleep. It must have been a pleasant dream, her legs parted and her hand went between them to stroke her moist cunt. It was not missed by Steve. We were both too engrossed to notice Lisa's return. "Abi!" She squealed. "Are you wanking? You naughty girl!" Abi's eyes snapped open and she tried to cover herself, she muttered an apology. Steve spoke; "No need to apologise, I was enjoying it, look." He indicated the thick ridge of flesh running up the front of his shorts. I had one similar. Lisa put down the tray of drinks and ran her hand over the ridge. "Come on you guys," she said. "Why should we girls be the only ones to let it all hang out." Steve lifted his arse from the lounger and Lisa peeled the shorts off. It wasn't hanging out, it was standing out. "Oh look!" Said Lisa. "A banana, my favourite fruit." She proceeded to eat it. Abi turned to me, wide eyes questioning. I shrugged. "When in Rome…" She removed my shorts, but she didn't suck me, instead she stepped over my body and sat on me, guiding my erection into her. This way we could both watch the show. Lisa didn't take long to demolish Steve's erection. She turned to us and grinned, banana juice dripping from her chin. I lost it, spilling my own juice deep into Abi. We decided to eat in after we had showered and changed. In the shower I asked Abi how she felt about fucking with an audience. She said that she had loved it, that she had found it very arousing. "But you didn't come. " "I was close, but you were too fast." I apologised, adding that she had failed to climax the previous night also. She nodded; "Again, you were too fast for me." "Haven't you come since we arrived?" I asked, feeling ahamed of myself. She grinned and replied; "Not with you." I went to my knees and sucked her off with the water streaming over us. We cooked a simple meal and ate outside, then sat drinking wine, chatting and listening to the cicadas until the day cooled. In bed, we beat our neighbours to the the draw, Lisa sat on my face while I licked her again, then fucked her for the second time since lunch. I would describe myself as a one-shot cannon, but with exceptions. It varies according to my state of arousal and my level of tiredness. So on a leisurely weekend I often manage a rapid recovery, but on a working day, once is enough. I seem to remember bashing my bishop six or eight times a day as a teenager and one wet Sunday, Abi tested me. From breakfast to midnight, I managed five ejaculations, but the last was watery and a bit painfull. Whether it was permanent nudity, our relaxed state or something in the water, this holiday was about to set new standards. The next afternoon we were by the pool, the girls were swimming, the guys were sitting at the edge, legs in the water, sipping wine. We were all nude. Abi is a superb swimmer, it's a delight to watch her slip easily through the water. Even more delightful watching her naked. Lisa swam to the side and stood up, the depth ot water made it look as though her tits were floating. She took the glass from Steve and drained it, then parted his legs and took his cock into her mouth. Abi joined us and determined not to be out-Lisa'd, sucked my now erect member into hers. Seeing Lisa working on Steve's cock and feeling Abi's on mine, pure pleasure. Lisa came up for air, watched Abi devouring mine and said; "Fancy swapping?" Abi grinned up at me. They swapped. Lisa was good, as is Abi. I felt my sap rising. I pulled Lisa away and said; "Don't make me come, I want to fuck you." I know, I said that I wouldn't initiate anything, but had I? I hadn't asked her to suck my cock. I was well aware that if I fucked Lisa, I was handing Abi to Steve on a plate. The girls looked at each other knowingly, they had engineered the whole thing. "Inside." Said Lisa. She was right. It would spoil the spontaneity, but there is no substitute for a bed. We trooped indoors. Lisa led the way to her bedroom and crawled onto the bed. Abi and Steve opted to watch. I kissed Lisa on the mouth, sucked her tiny nipples, kissed her belly, her smooth mound, then her cunt. She raised and parted her knees, allowing access. I pushed my tongue deep inside and swirled it around. She was very wet. She groaned with pleasure. I alternated between licking and sucking her clit and probing as far as I could reach inside her. She held my head and squealed in delight coming very quickly. I shuffled up and sank my boner into her. To my shame, I also came very quickly. Sheepishly, I withdrew and moved away. Lisa rolled off, leaving the arena for Abi and Steve. Steve took his time pleasuring Abi, he obviously had better self control, or perhaps had already come that day? Whatever, Abi got the benefit. He explored her slim body, caressing, kissing and licking every part. He had me squirming too, watching my lovely wife revelling in his attention. If I had cut short foreplay, I was making up for it with afterplay. Lisa and I had taken the seat vacated by Abi and Steve, I was making free with her voluptuous body, particularly her spectacular tits. She in turn, had my cock at bursting point again, several times I had to hold her hand still, convinced that I was about to lose it. Abi was coming, her body rigid, back arched off the bed as the shudders racked her. Steve positioned himself for entry. I wasn't breathing. This was it. I knew that Abi occasionaly fucked with other men, but I was about to witness it. Steve entered her in one slow thrust, it was done. I breathed again. Abi's legs came up to enfold him and he fucked her slowly, deeply, savouring every ball-deep thrust. Abi came for a second time and Steve rolled onto his back, taking her into cowgirl position and resuming his measured thrusts. Abi came for a third time as his cum at last filled her, then slumped limply on top of him. I could see the root of Steves cock stretching Abi's hole, surrounded by moisture, as were his balls. He rolled her onto her back, his softened cock slipping out of her. He stood, leaving her spreadeagled on the bed, cunt gaping, creamy moisture seeping from the gape. Lisa said softly; "Go and fuck her while she's wet, you can experience the pleasure of sloppy seconds and it will seem like one endless fuck for her." Not only did I stop breathing again, my heart stopped too. Sloppy seconds? Wow! The stuff of wet dreams. Disgusting but irresistable. I was ready again, but had expected to fuck Lisa again. Tough one. Disgusting but irresistable won. Leading myself by my erect cock, I approached the bed. Abi's eyes were closed, her lips were moving silently. She seemed to be still on an orgasmic plateau. The seep from her plundered cunt had become a trickle. My cock found its way without guidance. She is usually quite wet by the time I penetrate her, but this was different, it was not just her wetness that I was experiencing, it was the fresh spunk of a other man. And there was a lot of it. She squelched as I fucked her, her eyes remained closed. Was she aware that she was being fucked by a different cock? Why should she care? I lasted a lot longer than I had with Lisa, but it was still quick. I pumped my load deep inside. I was wrecked. I managed to support my weight on quivering arms until I softened inside her and slipped out. I felt a hand on my shoulder, Steve's. He gently pushed me aside, climbed aboard and began pumping again. Abi's eyes were still closed, was she even aware who was fucking her? I looked at Lisa, bewildered and asked her the question. "Oh she knows alright," she replied. "I have been fucked non-stop by three men and I was aware of every thrust from every cock. I felt like queen getting all that attention, so will Abi." Steve grunted as he finished. He moved away. The trickle from Abi's cunt was now a flood, she paddled her fingers in it. "More." She begged. But neither of us had any more to give. We booked a table at the restaurant and called a taxi to take us. The meal was simple but good. Nobody mentioned the events of the afternoon. Abi and I just cuddled that night, I was hard, but had an empty tank. We fell asleep to the sound of our friends at it once more. Steve really was a fucking machine, I would have to ask him his secret. It was only day three. We did occasionally leave the villa. After breakfast our own Mrs Mop was present, so nude sunbathing and the inevitable consequences were not really possible. So we became half-day tourists. But in the afternoons… Afternoons were spent, mostly in the shade, dozing, chatting, sipping citron pressé, wanking, sucking and fucking. The wanking and sucking took place outdoors, usually without ejaculations from the men, but were a demonstration of just how capable women are or repeated orgasms. Fucking was usually on the beds, either taking it in turns or both couples at the same time in separate rooms. On one such occasion, Lisa and I were watching Abi being fucked doggy-style, when Lisa said; "Does Abi take it up the arse?" "I thought you two shared everything?" I replied. "But yes, she does." Abi was comfortable with anal, provided she is sexed up to bursting and very well lubed. I find that apart from being tighter, whichever hole I'm in feels pretty much the same. The kick comes from knowing that your doing something many people think is perverse. "I love it," Lisa continued. "I want you there rignt now." She led me via the balcony to the other bedroom and knelt on the bed, head down, arse up. I took the lube from the bedside table, but decided to prepare the road first. I knelt behind her and tongued her from clit to coccyx, then proceeded to rim her until she was begging for me to bugger her. I plugged the hole with one thumb while I removed the lube cap with my teeth and squeezed a generous amount around the tight ring of muscle. I removed my thumb and offered my peeled back tip to her pucker. I pushed, she relaxed. In one easy stroke I was in up to my balls, surprised at the ease of entry. She groaned. "Fuck me as hard as you like," she husked. "Make me scream." And scream she did. But if I stopped, she screamed louder for me to keep going. I reached beneath her and pushed my two middle fingers into her sopping cunt, closing my hand so that my palm pressed against her pubic bone, applying pressure on both her clit and the place where I have been told, the mythical G spot is located. She came like an avalanche. I put in a few fast, hard stabs and came with her, dousing her fire with hot spunk. We collapsed panting onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs. When my breathing returned to normal and I could focus my eyes, I reallised that we had an audience. Silhouetted in the balcony doors were Abi and Steve. The next day, orchestrated of course by Lisa, Steve sodomised Abi, but not the way that I had done Lisa. Lisa had me lie on the bed, Abi mounted my cock and Lisa guided Steve's cock into Abi's well-lubricated anus. Lisa instructed me to remain still, pegging Abi in position while he fucked her arse. I could feel his movements through the thin membrane separating Abi's two passages and was acutely aware of his balls slapping against mine each time he rammed home. Such close contact with another man's genitals made me feel very uncomfortable and I had difficulty maintaining my erection. I certainly didn't come, nor did Abi, although Steve certainly did. "How did that feel?" Lisa asked Abi. "Very full," she answered. "Well stuffed I suppose." "I love the full feeling," said Lisa. "Having a cock in your mouth as well is even better." Later in the day Lisa asked to be D.P'd, but with me in her arse. I felt more comfortable in the active role, being underneath had felt like I was being fucked, on top, I was doing the fucking. I was close to cominng when she asked me to stop. "Try to get into my cunt alongside Steve." She asked. Really? Cock to cock? Balls to balls was bad enough. Abi sensed my reluctance and encouraged me to try. She held Lisa's cunt open and guided me to the right place. It was painfully tight, but I managed it. This time I did ejaculate, pulling out immediately after, horrified that my spunk was spurting over another cock. It seemed to encourage Steve though, he pounded up into Lisa until he added his contribution. Abi told me later that the two organs sort of twisted sideways as I entered. It didnt make me feel any better. We got to know each other very well those two weeks and after our return home, the foursomes continued. Nearly every Saturday we met for a meal followed by our special dessert, fucking each others partners. Then it came to sudden halt. One saturday Lisa texted to say that they would not be coming over. We never saw them again. We heard much later that they had split up, we never found out why. Good while it lasted though.