The View From My Knees

There has always been sexual tension when the four of us have been together. I don’t think it was necessarily that we all wanted to sleep with each other, but we were two very sexual couples. When the four of us were in the same room, the topic of sex was bound to come up. We were very comfortable and open with each other. The four of us frequently hung out together eating dinner, watching movies, or playing XBOX games.

We decided that it might be fun to go out for a night on the town. We’d dress up in our finest threads, have a nice dinner and a few drinks, and see what happened from there. During the planning process, there was mention of making the night a little more risqué, but no one seemed very serious about it.

When the night finally came, I dressed in my favorite tight black lace dress. My boyfriend came to my door looking sharp, and I was led to the car where the other couple greeted me warmly. Then we were off for our special double date.

After dinner, we went back to their place. Our hosts put on some “mood music” and fixed everyone another drink. The four of us sat on the couch, drinking and chatting. As each couple cuddled closer, the kissing started and the mood became more and more sexual. Before I realized it, the other couple had taken their making out just a little further. She faced him, straddling his lap, gyrating as they kissed passionately.

I found my own arousal intensifying. My boyfriend and I escalated our own passion, running our hands along each other’s bodies sensually. It wasn’t until I glanced over and saw her sucking his cock that I realized just how far this would go. I remember being very impressed with the size of his cock (It’s always the small skinny ones, isn’t it?) Suddenly, I couldn’t wait to have my boyfriend’s cock in my mouth. I kneeled down on the floor in front of him and unzipped his pants. I pulled his penis out and wrapped my hungry mouth around it. I licked and sucked, all the while stealing glances at the other couple on the couch. He was completely naked by this time and his girlfriend’s shirt was off, revealing beautiful large breasts. She leaned over the couch and he took her from behind. She moaned and whimpered as they fucked. I was so wet from watching them I almost couldn’t stand it. I was trying to be discreet and didn’t stare, but every glance I stole was more of a turn on. Soon, I climbed on top of my boyfriend. As usual, I wasn’t wearing panties, so I straddled him and guided his cock – still wet with my saliva – into my pussy. I gyrated back and forth, up and down. I peeked at our friends on the couch. He had returned to a sitting position and she was now straddling him. I couldn’t believe how hot all of this was.

As I moved on top of him, my boyfriend began to pull my dress up, revealing my naked lower half. Suddenly shy, I pulled it back down. I was surprised at my shyness. I could openly talk about sex with these people. We laughed over hearing each other’s intimate noises from the hallway at night. I prided myself on my sexual experience, drive, and curiosity. But now, in the midst of my sought-after experimentation, I was too shy to even bare my ass. Maybe I was still a little shocked that all of this was happening and I was afraid of pushing things too far. It seems silly now, doesn’t it? We were fucking right next to each other on the couch, but I didn’t want to make things too intimate? Maybe I was just all talk. I wasn’t sure, and soon I stopped caring. I could feel myself getting ready to come. The waves began flowing through my body. I cried out. I moaned. I squealed. I could feel my boyfriend coming inside of me at the same time. Soon, our friends next to us began making similar noises. Still straddling him, I kissed my boyfriend as we listened to them come.

The next morning, I wondered if things would be awkward. We all met in the hallway to discuss breakfast plans, and it wasn’t so bad. We piled into the car and went out for breakfast. As we laughed and joked over waffles and eggs, I decided that next time I would shed my shyness, and my clothes along with it. It’s been several months now and, unfortunately, that next time hasn’t come. At least, not yet.