Two couples in the summer cottage

“Can I sleep with John?,” Mary asked as I carried John into the two tents the kids had erected in the corner of the main room. Her eyes were sleepy, and she was holding John’s limp hand. There were surprised grins all around, then Sheila fished her bag out of her tent and placed it beside John, who was already curled up in his. But Mary had other plans, and slithered in beside John. We gaze lovingly at the two cherubs, relishing the stories that would circle around this moment when they were teenagers. And just as suddenly as the day had started, the cabin was quiet, just the odd clink of a beer can as we sipped out on the deck. The night was still a bit blustery, and a drizzle had settled in.
“No skinny dipping tonight,” I eventually ventured.

There was a prolonged silence as the other three mulled which way to take the talk. I had done my part, it was someone else’s turn.
Finally from Sheila, “So, what did you and the kids see that was interesting, besides storms.?”
Jill said nothing, but I could see a wicked smirk on her face.
“We talked about what we thought you guys might be talking about.” Dan said, “And do you know what Jill tried to tell me? That Mike had a bigger cock than me. I might have showed her if the kids weren’t there.”
Sheila was grinning now. “He really is quite huge, girl. Mike could be a good man and still not match Don.”
Jill grinned just as wide. “I mean really big, too. If Dan was bigger than Mike you wouldn’t be able to hold him.”
The two locked daring grins, finally Sheila proposed, “Show and Tell?”
Jill reached for my belt while Sheila did the same for Don. They had actually opened both us up before I put in my oar. “Whoa, now, this is stud pride you’re talking here. Nobody sees me till I’m primed for show time.” I knew I would be bigger than Don, because I had over eight inches, and I was thick besides. I had no doubt he was more than adequate, but if I was going to be put on show, I wanted the blow their socks off. I turned my back to Sheila and Don and stripped right off, and Jill stroked my cock as if I were her prize bull about to be judged. I glanced over my shoulder to see if our friends were ready, and Sheila was doing the same for Don.

I turned slowly, and Sheila did the same to Don, and then we both just stared. All four of us, actually. Don too had never dreamed I could match him, but I did, with nothing to spare. Sheila looked from one to the other I silence. Jill had gone, then we heard a match strike, and she came back out with a kerosene lamp. It cast big shadows on our bellies from our boners, and the overall effect was very nice.
“Wow, Sheila,” whispered Jill, “My complements to the chef”
“Thank you,” said Sheila, “I had no idea about Mike, except now I know why you’re so happy all the time. I’m so glad I never tried that as a kid. He would have killed me.”
I traded looks with Don, “You’re not going to blow on your thumb and get another inch, are you? Can we call it an honourable draw?”
“This is all I have, kid. I had no idea you could match me, but now I’m glad you did.” He cast a laughing look at the girls still staring at us. “There is an imbalance here. We put on our show, now its your turn. Mike, I think the strippers are here.” And he sat on the futon and picked up his forgotten beer.

Sheila’s jaw dropped open, “What do you mean? We have nothing to prove. You know what we look like.”
Don stood on open book in front of the dim lamp, putting the girls in deeper shadow, and sat back and waited. Jill giggled nervously and glanced at Sheila appealingly.
“Its only fair, really,” she whispered, “If they know what we look like, what harm can be done. Just adds to the ambiance, in the end. I’ll go first”
She started to lift her shirt, and Sheila stopped her, “I can’t show Mike my body,” she wailed, “I’m shaved.”

I laughed out loud. When I could, I gasped out that women generally shaved to look good for their men, and I could have no objection to her looking good. She might even talk Jill into shaving. I went to her, standing in her confusion, and took her hands. Her downcast eyes were on my cock and I make it jump for her, which got a giggle. Then I lifted her tee until her tits were open to me, my eyes poured out their approval, and she hesitantly raised her arms to let me peel off her shirt. Don had quickly moved to do the same with Jill, who let him have his way easily. Together we opened the waistbands and let shorts fall to the floor. Then I kneeled in front of Sheila and gently eased her panties down, fighting with her pinched thighs, as she stood rigid with closed eyes.

“Wow, Sheila, its gorgeous,” Her eyes came open at this, and she looked down at my face inches from her pussy, “You didn’t want me to see this? Don’t you like me? Were you afraid I might think you’re not a nice girl?” I put pressure on one hip and she had to step open to keep her balance. I wanted to lean in and kiss her labia, but I thought better. If things kept going, I would be soon enough, and better not to spoil anything. But as I stood up I let my cock rub her tummy.

“You guys?” Jill had a quaver in her voice.
“Hmmm?” answered Don, rubbing her neck
“Where is this going, just so a girl can know? I don’t want to look like a bitch.”
Sheila mused, “In the end, there is only one place it can go, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” said Jill, “I think we’ve been wanting it all week, haven’t we.?”

Sheila snorted, “You know, I was afraid if I let Dan fuck you it might wreck things for Mike.. What a ninny I am. Were you afraid Mike might make it tough for Don?”
Jill didn’t answer. Don’s hand was in her bush and they were kissing while she fondled his cock, already glistening on the head. I took Sheila’s hand and led her to the futon, and as we passed Jill began to cum. Don was pumping a finger into her in response, and now had a nipple in his mouth. I laid Sheila on the futon so I could kneel on the boards between her thighs, and I took her pussy in my mouth. At my first touch she was moaning wildly, only keeping from screaming from her training with young kids. Her strong thighs squeezed my ears, drowning out all sounds but my own heart, or was it hers. She held the orgasm for minutes, then a hand slapped my back
“Come on , guys. Jill wants to fuck, and she thinks we should all start together.”
I crawled up Sheila’s body and found her lips. “How do you want it? What’s your favourite way?”
She simpered, “How did you fuck Jill last night. That’s how I want it.”

I lay on my back and held my cock vertical invitingly, making sure the others had enough room. Sheila mounted then, and strained up to get the end between her legs, then slowly engulfed me, not stopping until her bare pussy rested solidly on my pube. She rested, milking me with her pussy muscles.
“God, Jill, I think he’s actually bigger than Don.” she breathed.

“Funny, I thought Don felt bigger” Jill’s breathing was getting rough again already as Dan fucked into her. I always avoided fucking her missionary, because I tended to cum too quick, but Don wasn’t really in control, and neither was Jill. Even as Sheila did her dance on me, holding her screams to throaty whistles, they orgasmed together, and the futon did its dance across the floor in obedience to physics. Then they rested and watched as I turned Sheila over and pressed her to the sheet and began to fuck her in the same way. Sheila locked her eyes to mine as she searched for my secret ways to get perfect pleasure. She found it in the eyes without knowing it. She could see in my eyes as I got close to the edge, and this intensified her feelings, so that she when I began to grunt meaningless syllables she also came again, and nothing makes me higher than cumming in Jill, pumping her full of my juice, knowing she is going crazy on my cock too. But now it wasn’t Jill I was sharing the joy with, although I thought in my delirium I could hear her sex sounds. Ever so gradually the tickle spasms that were convulsing me ebbed, and I was able to focus on the drained but smiling face beaming up at me. She nodded over to Jill, and I saw another beaming face.

Jill was on her side, almost in a fetal position, with Don curled around her bum, humping her from behind., but slowly and languidly. Jill’s sex noises could only have been in empathy for Sheila and me.
“Your lady is a nice girl, Don”
The nice girl answered, “I am a nice girl. I only fuck guys I really like. I just didn’t understand nice before.”
I nuzzled the hollow over her collarbone, “I think a nice girl is one who is better in my bed than in my fantasy.”
“No,” Jill teased, “ That’s a good girl”

We dozed, and the storm came back to wake us with wild thunder. The kids woke up scared and we had to quickly find Pjs so they could cuddle into bed with us, and the magic show was over for the evening. Morning was sunny and fresh, but the kids hadn’t slept enough, and it was plain the adults wouldn’t have too much time alone this day. The up side was that the big ones were willing to nap in the afternoon, but nothing could happen in the cabin. Five years olds were amazingly observant, and all grandparents lived close by. Jill and Don managed to slip away ‘to make the house quiet’ and came back in half a hour flushed and happy. They thought we should get out in the air too, but we were willing to sip beer on the deck and wait for dark and peace. Or was that an end to peace? Or just a piece? We waited. Sometimes she would flash a tit at me and I would let her see the swelling in my sweat pants. Just you wait, girl.

Sheila and I slept together that night. So did Jill and Don. For that matter so did Mary and John. The four of us were naked when the last young eye closed and the sex was completely unabashed. We all coached each other on the likes of our partners as well as the few things that were taboo. Really short list, that. Then Don led Jill into the squeaky springs. The frogs were noisy after the storm and we heard only the loudest thumps along with one or two screams that got away. Don was a fast learner and didn’t Jill love it. I, too, had listened closely, but I had a few things not on Don’s list that I showed Sheila and she loved. I know they will find their way quickly to Don’s list, and I knew Jill was picking up a few trick too.

We had to shuffle beds before the kids woke, and the sex levelled a bit after that. We were young and healthy, but nobody can fuck for three weeks like we did those two nights. But we had adventure. Don fucked Jill in our hatchback in a local field. Once when we were swimming I caught Sheila on the raft ladder and we managed to get our bottoms off without losing them in the deep water and we made the connection. Then John yelled from shore, “Look, daddy’s hugging Aunty Sheila!” It wasn’t going any further anyway, but it was wonderful to feel how warm she was compared to the lake.

One night Jill shyly brought out a basin of water she had warmed on the stove and asked if she could have a haircut. So we lit the gas lantern for bright light. I cut the excess hair with some scissors that worked better on paper, then Don trimmed her shorter with the mustache trimmer on his shaver, then Sheila brought out the foam and her special razor and we watched rapt as her lips emerged from the foggy thicket. Sheila held a small mirror for Jill to examine herself, and as she looked I dropped my tongue onto her clit, then after a moment I backed off to let Don do the same, and after some minutes Sheila too leaned in for just a chaste kiss. I was a bit nervous that the girls might take it in their heads that we could be shaved too, and I wasn’t too keen on taking bare balls into the gang shower at the rink back home. But nobody mentioned it. nice girls!

We have been home two days now as I write. We fucked all through the three weeks. Somebody said that I fucked Sheila more than I fucked Jill, but Jill wasn’t complaining, and we all knew an equilibrium would be established. later. We both have family ties that need tending, so the next couple weeks will limit our time alone with them, but we lived like this for years, so could manage a couple weeks. We had agreed that none of the four would give up what we had found, and the next time we fucked would be the first chance we got. It won’t be long.