Musical tents

Carrie’s turmoil subsided when the sun broke through, the kids were playing throwing rocks in a big puddle, and the second cup of coffee had kicked in. Sarah had a conspiratorial air as they talked when the guys had gone for a walk. “You know, that was all bull shit about the guys switching tents. It never happened, much as they would have liked it. Its just two horny toad imaginations running wild.”
Carrie laughed, “I thought it was three horny toads. You played your part pretty well. I’m not sure you wouldn’t play into their hands, now admit it.”

“I wouldn’t do anything to hurt our marriages, you know that.” Sarah protested, “Its fun to play at it though. I don’t think anybody is going to let things get out of hand,” She giggled, “And it is fun, isn’t it girl? Playing with a bit of fire?”
Carrie tried to look sober, but in the face of Sarah’s mischief, she had to relent and give a smiling nod.
“The thing is,” went on Sarah, “ with what happened today, I can’t promise that a switch might not happen sometime. What do we do when we’re not sure. I’m not going to give up my tail, not even for a night. There is no way to really tell, is there?”
“Did they really go pee at the same time last night?” Carrie wanted to know. Sarah nodded. “So it is just possible that we got switched last night?”
Sarah shook her head, “That was after Gord screwed me, and I only screwed once.”

Carrie’s mind raced. The odds of both guys having to go at the same time were long. The odds that they were having a chuckle right now at the doubt they had thrown in her mind were very short, almost a certainty. This made the odds that they might try their luck at the real thing pretty good. It was just a matter of when. What was needed was a plan to monitor their nocturnal movements and take evasive action.
“Would it blow Gord’s mind if he crawled into my bed and found you?” She asked Sarah.

Sarah giggled, “He might be disappointed, but he would see the humour. He probably wouldn’t stop trying. Then again, he might, if he was caught like that. Good thinking, girl.”
“Brad would be okay. We just have to keep an eye on them. You can hear when Brad leaves. If Gord goes at the same time, I think we know something is afoot. We can pull the switch just as easy.”
The girls fine tuned the plan during the afternoon. Maybe it was just suspicion, but they were sure the guys were cooking something too, and by supper they had everything in place. The guys were very attentive, and the beer consumption was down, and the girls were more certain than ever something was afoot. Like the calm before the storm. More than once Carrie looked at Sarah and got a mischievous grin back.

Bedtime seemed to all parties to be a bit orchestrated. Everything was too well rehearsed. The usual banter was conspicuous in its absence. Sarah and Gord cuddled, but Gord seemed slow to get into the sex, and Sarah smiled to herself. This was going to be so good! Half an hour later, Gord had to go, and warned Sarah that he would be coming back horny, now his bladder was empty. She listened and knew that Brad had got up too, and gave a click on a cricket clicker. Almost right away it was answered twice, and she slipped out of bed. The girls quietly slapped hands between the tents and took each others places and waited, trying not to laugh out loud.

After what seemed like too long, Gord slipped in beside Sarah. He had left his boxers behind and his hands were busy getting her naked too. She helped him quickly, bursting to spring the trap. A hand found her wet, as she had been for hours, and Gord quickly slipped between her legs and found her pussy. It was when he kissed her that she had a faint misgiving. It was a nice kiss, but something wasn’t right.. She was in Brad’s bed, and she wasn’t sure it wasn’t Brad in her.

Brad wasn’t fooled. The guys were similar enough to be twins, but the girls were not. He and Gord had intended to try their luck, but when it came crunch time, they had silently agreed that too much was at stake. So when Brad crept into his own bed and felt the tall, lean body of Sarah, his one quick thought was,”OKAY!” He knew that in the other tent Gord would have the same feeling, and wondered what had changed the girls’ minds., then didn’t care. He snickered and whispered, “ Nice one, angel face,” knowing that was a favourite term Gord used on Sarah. Sarah relaxed knowing her man was okay with the game, and then they were fucking.

Next door, Gord fondled an ample breast, “Wow, you girls switched beds! We didn’t have the nerve! Its going to be a fun night.” Carrie had already cuddled into him, sniggering already, hoping he wouldn’t be too upset, and it wasn’t until Gord was kissing her and she was kissing back that it sunk in. She had crawled into a strange bed and was now making out with the rightful occupant.. Gord must have felt the confusion through her lips, but pressed his advantage and Carrie was too muddled to resist. She still wasn’t even sure. Of anything. Who this man was, or if she cared. She could her escalating sex sounds from her tent and knew if she was in trouble Sarah was more so.

“Brad and Sarah are really into it, by the sound of it.” Gord whispered in her ear, “I think we should too.’
“Who are you really,” Carrie half sobbed, feeling the tickles spread from the nipple being rubbed. The only response was the hand sliding down to insinuate between her legs. “Oh, you’re Brad, playing games with me. Okay, big boy, lets play.” It had to be this way, she told herself. Sarah wouldn’t be fucking Brad next door. By now she would have figured out something was different. So this had to be Brad, and she was going to have the last laugh.

She opened her thighs to let Gord in, and helped his boner slip into her, amused that through all this confusion she could still be wet and juicy, and Brad’s cock could still feel so good. Sarah was cumming already, quietly so as not to rouse the kids, and Gord’s heavy breathing could be heard too. Carrie’s own pussy exploded with horniness that the tensions of the day and evening had built in her, and as she whimpered and writhed, Brad came with the moans that she had heard all her married life. But the moans were from the next tent, and now she knew Brad was cumming in Sarah, and Sarah must know now for sure, and she was cumming again. And Carrie couldn’t’ stop her own orgasm, and didn’t want to anyway, and now Gord was stiffening and she, despite herself, was urging him on to greater heights, her cunt convulsing as it accepted his sperm and milked him for more.

All was quiet in Carrie’s tent. In Sarah’s tent, Carrie had rolled to the top, and was still sitting on Gord’s cock as he explored her breasts and tummy. She could feel him growing hard again, and knew it would take only a few pumps to get her going again. She felt no regret for this. The disaster she had seen coming had happened and it wasn’t a disaster at all. It was really something they should have tried long ago. Then the cock twitched, and she twitched, and a few trial rocks of the pelvis felt so good she couldn’t stop and she was grinding madly as Gord laughed softly and coaxed her on in her wild ride. When she finally collapsed onto his chest to his waiting kiss, she could hear quiet applause from next door.

The five year old was bit confused to find Aunt Sarah where Mommy usually was, but he liked Sarah, and he soon forgot it. It was a glorious morning, warm and still, and when Carrie rolled out the gang, including Gord, were already sipping coffee and soaking sun. As her head came into the light she could feel all eyes turn to her, and she almost withdrew back into the tent, then kicked herself out.
Brad got up and hugged her, “Wow, you were good last night.”

“How would you know that?,” she snickered into his chest.
“Oh, just something a mutual friend said.”