Chapter 27

Tonight, Anita and Caroline had disdained changing outfits and had instead simply retired to the Great Room with their husbands. Now, as the Peeping Toms watched, the foursome below began their night of play.

After John and Malcolm had settled into the couch and unzipped their pants, Anita and Caroline had stood in front of their respective husbands and partially disrobed. For Anita, this simply meant that she untied her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she straddled his already unclad prick. Caroline slid her harem pants off her legs and settled backwards onto Malcolm’s lap. Malcolm briefly spread her thighs as she positioned her cockhead at the entrance to her pussy, then she slowly sank backward onto him. Both couples frankly watched the other pair screwing beside them, and Caroline and Anita occasionally would reach over and rub the other woman’s nipples and breasts.

Cory and Laurie were fascinated and incredibly turned on at the sight of their parents screwing their brains out below them. Then first Cory, then Laurie, felt a hand running up the insides of their thighs and looked over their shoulders to see what was happening. Reeves had shifted position, so he was kneeling, and had slid a hand between each pair of legs. The twins smiled and spread their thighs wider and were promptly rewarded by a set of fingers rubbing their pussy lips and assholes. They turned back to watch as first Caroline, then Anita cried out in orgasm. Both women continued to fuck her husband, as both girls came close to their own orgasm. Both began to quiver beneath Reeves hands as Anita and Caroline built to a second peak, this time cumming with their spewing partner. All four women sagged at the relief.

Cory and Laurie noticed that Reeves had moved backwards, and scooted back themselves, their impromptu skirts rising to their waists as they did. They followed Reeves to the stairs, but he stopped them at the top. “That was just act one,” he said. “Go back to watch act two.” Mystified they turned away and headed back to their vantage point.

Smirking to himself, Reeves went downstairs and quietly crept into the parlor. Pouring four brandies into snifters, he set them on a silver tray. Carrying the tray in one hand, he picked up a small humidor in the other and went into the Great Room.

Anita had crawled off her husband’s lap and was sitting between John and Malcolm, though Caroline remained in Malcolm’s lap, though no longer straddling him. The men were gently cuddling their partners in anticipation of another bout. Anita was startled at the entrance of a fifth person and crossed her legs and pulled her top together in an attempt at modesty, but Caroline did not bother.

“Brandy?” asked Reeves, bringing the tray forward. “And gentlemen, perhaps a cigar?”

“Thank you, Reeves. I don’t mind if I do,” said Malcolm. Caroline reached out and passed out snifters, taking care not to unbalance the tray. Then Malcolm reached into the humidor and selected a long, thin green cigar. “John, would you care to try one? They are excellent Nicaraguans. Would either of you mind?”

Anita answered first. Although she did not approve of smoking, she was nowhere near as radical as some of her friends. “No, go ahead, please.”

“Well, then, I’ll join you,” said John. He accepted Malcolm’s cigar and Malcolm retrieved a second. Reeves set down the tray and reached into a pocket of his coat, pulling out a small silver cigar clipper. While he expertly went through the motions of preparing the cigars, Anita noticed Caroline’s casual demeanor and relaxed herself, allowing Reeves a good view of her yet unsampled charms. By the time he had a large wooden match lit, he too was sprouting a woody.