Chapter 48: Elsa and Cindy Pickup Two Studs

Mark

We adjusted the seating in the dance lounge when Elsa and Cindy went off to dance with two guys who’d asked them. Melanie and Sheila both moved around to the low bench seat, leaving KC and me in the cushioned chairs. I glanced at Mel and Sheila, and now they were the ones flashing their pussies at the entire bar as they moved around. This night had promise written all over it.

Melanie winked at me. “Sheila and I were just adhering to our normal office dress code. You know, the one you set months ago that said we couldn’t wear undies in the office. Well, we just decided to dispense with them all together.” She grinned and purposely flashed a young guy about her age who about lost his teeth as he walked into a post looking at her pussy as she leaned my way and spread.

I told her, “I suppose you want to go prowling for some man meat too. I didn’t realize this place was so much of a meat market.”

“No, not right now. Let’s see how Elsa and Cindy do with those two. If they’re successful, maybe we’ll strike out on a hunting foray as well, not that we aren’t happy just to be with you.”

We watched the girls out on the dance floor with the two young men who’d politely asked them to dance earlier. When a slow number came on, I could see that both men welcomed the press of body-to-body that the girls gave them. Apparently, the girls had found some guys they liked since they weren’t coming back to the table.

I found myself getting aroused watching Elsa and Cindy. I found myself even hoping that they’d go off and have wild sex with the two men. I did a little self-analysis of why.

The idea was highly arousing. The two girls were without any doubt in love with me, and I trusted that they’d retain that loyalty and devotion even if they had a lot of outside sex. Time and again they’d proved that with our sex parties, so there was history there that validated my thinking and made me more comfortable. I got the arousal without the worry or jealousy that they’d desert me.

Watching the two couples slow dance, and then even after they changed partners, I felt like a voyeur. I would love to be in the hotel room they’d end up in, watching them all fuck and play around. I’d watched a lot of pornography, especially since Elsa and Cindy came into my life, but seeing two of my love partners have sex would be far better in every way I could think of. It was why I loved our sex parties as much as I did.

I looked around the bar, and many of the other men were watching Elsa and Cindy. I swear some of the guys were salivating they were so lustful for my two girlfriends. Of course, KC, Melanie, and Sheila were also getting the once over, but no one seemed willing to break through the barrier of them being with me the way the two men with Elsa and Cindy did.

Any of my hot girls could have any guys they wanted in this club, or all of them. Instead, they’d have sex with the men and then come home to me. That was a huge ego booster for me, although I kept trying to distance myself from thinking or acting like an egotist. I had enough of a problem keeping my ego in check just based on my business skills and acumen in putting together deals, mergers, and acquisitions.

I also found myself thinking in terms of the frequency of sex I had with each girl. Usually, they were each one of five. Add in my travel and weird working schedule, and I often didn’t think I was giving any of the girls a fair shake in terms of sex, especially since we were all such a lusty and horny bunch all the time.

If Elsa and Cindy could find some additional sexual fulfillment with some pick-up studs, so much the better. They’d get fucked royally, and I’d be the loving and tolerant boyfriend at home who wanted to pleasure them a dozen times a day, but who had to spread my charms around to their sisters as well as them. There had been times when I wished we had a couple of other men living with us; not for me, but for the girls to find greater sexual satisfaction. Maybe I’d have to rethink that premise as we moved into a new year together and as the house got built.

As I envisioned Elsa and Cindy naked and fucking the two guys, I admitted that a part of me also secretly liked the cuckold feelings – the masochistic emotion of self-flagellation, denial, and lack of self-worth. Two women I love are going to fuck other men and not me. I worked up some feelings of humiliation and inadequacy as we sat in the lounge. I deserved those feelings for sending my girlfriends into the arms of other men; especially after the spankings I gave them.

I also but to a lesser degree felt like I was turning Elsa and Cindy into sluts, pushing them to fuck other men – like a pimp. I guess some men degrade and debase their wives or girlfriends that way, but I didn’t surface any of those feelings. To the contrary, I hoped the two girls would feel empowered by the experience. They were taking control of their own lives, rather than delegate it to me or anybody else.

Thus, I smiled and enjoyed watching the mating dance between the girls and the two men they’d met. They were kissing the men on the dance floor at that point.

Sheila pulled me up and got me out on the dance floor. We danced and made out together, and then I had KC in my arms, and then Melanie. Some fast music came on and we sat down. I didn’t do fast dances very well; I felt like a fool and a Class A dork when everyone around me looked so cool.

After a few minutes, I looked around for Elsa and Cindy, but they were gone. Those images of them spread out on a bed in a hotel room with the men switching back and forth between them swept through my head again. I knew them well enough to know they’d orchestrate something like that. They each liked group sex.

Melanie understood my thinking better than the other two who’d stayed with me in the lounge. While we sat and watched some of the other dancers, many of whom were sexy women, Mel whispered in my ear. “You know that right this instant Cindy and Elsa have just gone into one of the hotel rooms upstairs with those two studs.

“I bet while they were dancing and pressed against those babe magnets they felt their cocks through their clothing. They know those two guys are hung and they want those cocks deep in their hot moist cunts pumping in and out as they all work towards some great climaxes that’ll make them see stars.

“I bet those Romeos have never found such sexy girlfriends, especially to score some sluts after only meeting them an hour earlier. What’s the probability of that – coming to the lounge for an after-dinner beer, asking two great-looking chicks to dance, and then having your cock in each of them an hour or so later?”

Melanie teased on, “You know the girls will trade partners, don’t you? They’ll each want to sample the cock of the other guy that their sister was just fucking. Do you suppose those guys are better lovers than you are? I hope not. It’d be ashamed to see the girls defect to some other group living and loving situation. Even if they did, I’m certain they’d continue to come to our sex parties, so you’d still get to fuck them once in a while. Maybe if they did, you could watch each of those guys spear each of them with their big cocks, and watch as they squirm in pleasure.

“Oh, Mark, what would you do if one of the girls got pregnant by one of those two men – or both of them. Would you want to raise some other guy’s kid? Would you banish Elsa or Cindy from our family? Would you still want to fuck them? Oh, that’d be so sexy.”

Even as Mel teased me, I knew that last scenario was unlikely because the girls were religious about taking their daily birth control pills. Despite that, Mel was getting me worked up. I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit.

Mel openly rubbed my groin area feeling my rising and then she gripped my cock through the fabric of my pants. She whispered, “What if Cindy and Elsa are secretly size queens and those two guys are as big as horses? Wow, what a thought – giant and oh so satisfying cocks that they could ride for days and days at a time, enjoying one mind-blasting orgasm after another without any end in sight – just sexual pleasure carried to an extreme.

The more Melanie talked and tried to taunt me, the more I wanted to laugh. She was very good at thinking up little scenarios to feed me as the evening went on. Soon KC and Sheila were whispering some ideas to her that she’d inflate and then expound on to excite me.

Eventually, I took the three girls home and plundered their sweet bodies in my large bed, spending a few minutes fucking each of them and then moving to the next. Even as I did I wondered what Elsa and Cindy were doing with the two hunks they’d chosen to go off with.

Elsa

Troy’s long, hard cock slid slowly into my vagina until our pubic bones were tight against each other. He then made an extremely slow extraction as we kissed until only the head barely touched my labia. Another millimeter, and his hardness would have no longer touched my most intimate parts.

His cock made another slow penetration of my pussy, slowly sinking in for its full depth. Troy’s lips captured my left nipple, and he slowly sucked on the nubbin, flicking the very end with his tongue, and raising it to a white-hot temperature and accelerating me towards another orgasm.

Troy understood my body, and I suspected any woman’s body. He knew that slow was very good, especially with a cock as long and thick as his was. I think it took him thirty seconds to learn about how tightly wired my breasts were to my pussy and thus to the orgasm center in my brain. Based on all I’d figured out, I came much easier than most women, but this man was putting me way over the top of anything most women experienced.