Girls Weekend

I woke to the ringing of the doorbell. Sitting straight up with a thick-headed fog I glanced at the clock. Six-thirty?! Disgusted I looked around the room for Tracey, my wife, but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard voices downstairs and stumbled from my bed, down the stairs, and stood on the bottom step. It took me a few moments to clear the fog in my mind and comprehend that Tracey’s girlfriends were staring back at me. With flushing face, I realized I was standing there with nothing but my boxers on, and they were stretched to capacity from my morning erection. I tucked behind the banister too late to hide my embarrassment and my fabric-stretching erection.

It was probably too predictable for Liz, Tracey’s best friend, to be the first to notice. Liz looks innocent enough with her disarming smile, stretching dimples down each side of her face, soft brown eyes with an unassuming brightness. But I have known her long enough to know that she is the wildest of all Tracey’s girlfriends. When drunk, Liz told me everything about her sex life. Everything! This charmingly demure woman had a wild side to her that made fantasizing about her too easy and she was many times my masturbatory muse, which neither Tracey nor my wife could ever know. So, of course, it was Liz that saw my morning erection first and made sure everyone else did too.

“Oh no, Tracey,” Liz said loud enough for the neighbors to hear. “Look at your poor husband’s crotch! Didn’t you give him a piece of ass before you got out of bed this morning? I mean the poor guy is suffering.” I felt my ears heat up and my face turn red when Tracey and her two other friends, Shawna and Tammy, direct their eyes to my straining boxers. All of them gave a shocked giggle. Tracey’s cute round face looked embarrassed for me, but there was a sideways grin that she could not hide. The fact was that Liz had inadvertently called Tracey out because not only had she not had sex with me that morning, it had been about a week since we had had sex. To be more specific since I had had sex with Tracey. Tracey had left plenty of telltale signs that she had spent the entire week masturbating and was not including me in her fun. I knew that she had been getting herself off because she had accidentally left her vibe sitting out one day when she had to leave for a meeting, and I was just getting home. Another day I got home early and, without warning her that I had come home, secretly watched her masturbate in front of the bathroom mirror through the crack in the bathroom door. So, Tracey had been plenty busy during the week, but I was not part of her fun. She was certainly excited about something, but that excitement had not been directed towards me.

Tracey’s friend, Shawna, also had a smirk on her wide face while staring at my crotch with her weathered, hazel eyes. She was a genuine country girl. She had even married a cowboy. Even this early in the morning Shawna had her cowboy boots on with her short, denim skirt. Shawna was the “drinker” of the group and the one that raised some hell when they went out. She had an orneriness to her that was both sexy and frightening at the same time.

Finally, I shot a look at Tammy, Tracey’s newest friend. I did not know too much about her personality other than she seemed a little self-absorbed. She, like all the others, was in her mid- to late-thirties and she had decided that she needed a facelift and a boob job. An unnaturally large boob job. Like Liz, Tammy was divorced and seemed to be distrusting of men. The interesting thing about Tammy’s gaze at my crotch was that she did not seem to be giggling as much as she was studying. She seemed to be trying to imagine what my erect cock looked like without my boxers. I had half expected her to turn her head in disgust, but she seemed interested. Bizarre.

“I’m sorry, baby,” said Tracey after an uncomfortable pause where I was center stage for the women’s groping eyes. “I guess I could help out if the girls don’t mind waiting.”

“Oh, we don’t have time for you to have a go in the bedroom,” said country-girl, Shawna.

“Yeah, he’s just gonna have to take care of that himself,” said Liz with a grin, and, with her brown eyes catching mine, she seemed to desire the chance to watch me do just that.

Grabbing Liz’s and Shawna’s arms, Tammy spun them around and said, “Let’s go!” I watched my wife’s friends turn around and walk out the door. Shawna’s skirt barely covered her ass and her lean, strong legs that disappeared into sexy red cowboy boots made my cock twitch. And even though prim and proper Tammy was wearing loose-fitting jeans, her round ass was impossible to ignore. Of course, Liz was wearing shorts that hugged her ass with the word “Angel” ironically stamped across them.

“I really am sorry to leave you like this,” said Tracey grabbing my boxer-covered cock. “I’ll make it up to you when I get back, okay?” Her cherub face threw a sideways grin and her crystal blue eyes flirted with me. “It’s okay,” I said still embarrassed. “Just go have fun.” Tracey’s face seemed to twist a little, with a sort of tension or anxiousness, but she smiled and nodded assuring me that she planned to. She turned and walked out the door wearing a sundress that hugged against her large tits and draped barely to her mid-thigh. She wore flip-flops to show off her perfectly pedicured feet.

The girls had a simple rule: No contacting your significant other during ‘girls’ weekend.’ I had become accustomed to this rule and so I didn’t think anything of it when I did not hear from Tracey that first night. What was strange was a text I got from Liz the second night that said, “Where are you? Are you with that dude?” Not sure what she meant I responded with, “What dude?” Then, silence. She did not reply.

The night before they were to return home from ‘girls’ weekend,’ I got a photo sent to my phone from Liz. It was distorted and hard to make out any details, so I thought that maybe the photo had been sent by accident; like butt-dialing when someone accidentally dials a number when they sit down. Through the distortion, I was certain that I saw my wife’s round face. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue was thrust out. She was smiling but I could not tell about what. There was a strong blur around her face, so I just did not know what to make of it. Maybe Liz is just letting me know that Tracey was having fun, I thought.

I left to work out the morning the women were due to arrive back home. When I got back, I saw Tracey’s suitcase sitting by the steps and her jacket draped on the banister. I walked up the stairs and saw my wife lying in the bed, face down, with one foot still on the floor. She was zonked out. Probably didn’t sleep all weekend.

I gently picked up my wife’s limp leg and moved it to the bed. I rolled her over and unsnapped her white miniskirt and quietly tugged it down her immobile legs. Tracey did not make a noise beyond her rhythmic snoring. As I tossed her skirt towards the hamper it occurred to me that Tracey was not wearing any panties. Her pubic area was stubbly but had been completely shaved bald, which I had never seen her do before. That is also when I realized that she must have done that the day she masturbated in the bathroom. Maybe it felt so good that she could not help herself. I fought the ache of my cock since it was obvious Tracey was not going to be making good on her promise to “take care of me” when she returned. I carefully lifted her neck, untied her pink halter top, and unbuttoned it down her back to pull it free. Tracey was shorter than any of her friends, but she over-matched them in the size of her natural double-D sized tits. Gorgeous! Completely passed out from her weekend, Tracey, who loves to sleep naked, was now set to sleep off whatever she needed to sleep off after her adventure. I positioned the blanket over her and went downstairs for a shower.

After my shower, I quietly started putting some of Tracey’s things away. At the bottom of her bag, I found several unfamiliar phones. I wondered if they belonged to her friends. I had no idea as to why she ended up with them. I turned on the first phone and, with its security options disabled, the phone screen opened directly to a string of texts. I realized that it was Shawna’s, the cowgirl, phone. I did not plan to read it, truly I didn’t. But after the first few lines, I decided it was must-read material.

Shawna: Where are you?!!

Tammy: Just left Liz’s room. Unbelievable!!!

Shawna: Did those guys finally leave?

Tammy: Yes. But not until Liz finished off those two studs we met at the pool.

Shawna: Crazy Bitch! LOL! I don’t think I’ve seen two men fuck as much as those two did today!!!

Tammy: They were pretty exhausted. LOL! I’m heading to my room to shower and then sleep.

Shawna: See you in the morning!

Tammy: It IS morning! LOL!

I could not believe what I had read! My mind reeled and the phone felt like a weight in my hand. I had not suspected, not for a minute, that this was what “girls’ weekend” was all about. Nothing, to my great relief, had indicated that Tracey, my wife, had been involved in this impromptu orgy. However, I had received some odd texts from my wife’s friend, Liz, throughout the weekend which gave me pause. Liz had sent the image of my wife’s blurry, distorted face without any additional text. Then another from Liz asking where my wife was. Odd because Liz’s text, while not addressed to me, was obviously meant for me to see. I felt acid leak in my stomach. My hands started to tremble. I was suspicious that this weekend was beyond what I could have imagined when the women left a few short days ago.

I did not know if I wanted to know anything more. Maybe I should have just set the phone back in the purse and walked away. Maybe Tracey would tell me later when she finally woke from an exhausting, fun-filled weekend what had happened and explain everything. But as I closed the texts, Shawna’s email appeared. Email subject lines between Shawna and her husband, Cody, read like click-bait advertisements enticing you toward unimaginable pleasure. So, I opened the emails.

Shawna had sent her first email to her husband just after she completed her text exchange with Tammy. The emails went back and forth, which was supposedly also against the rules; or maybe just Tracey’s rules for me. Regardless, the emails between Shawna and Cody were equal parts arousing and concerning.

Shawna to Cody: You are not going to believe the night we’ve had! When we got to the hotel Tracey, Tammy and Liz immediately started flirting with the guy that checked us into the hotel. It was almost embarrassing, but you know how we are during these things.

Cody: Can’t leave you women alone for a minute without somebody trying to get some strange cock between their legs!!! I guess I’m surprised that Tammy and Tracey joined in the fun. Didn’t know either of them played around much. Especially Tracey. You’ve never told her that we’re swingers, have you?

Shawna: Nope! Still not convinced she’d be into that but she’s always flirty on these trips and I’ve suspected she would be willing to try something new outside her marriage with Rick. But nothing…yet.

With this news, I felt my heart slow and my throat loosen. I reflexively coughed when my body relaxed. Relief. I knew that Tracey was habitually flirty, but she had never, to my knowledge, been sexual with anyone outside our marriage. Shawna confirmed that, at least to this point, she still had not been with anyone else but me. However, the news that Cody and Shawna were “swingers” was a bit of a shock. I mean I had heard of swingers but never imagined they were part of my real life. Found secrets are often the most tantalizing and though I would not point to Shawna as my first choice of someone with which to explore swinging, the fact that she did swing made her more sexually intriguing.

Tracey and I had toyed with the idea of swinging for several years, and I had suspected she was getting more and more interested lately, but we had not decided to follow through. At least not yet. At least as far as I knew. This past weekend, however, raised the hairs on my neck with suspicion. I opened the next string of emails.

Shawna: I will tell you this, we’re going to have to have Liz join us some time and Tammy can fuck with the best of them too. And Tammy likes the girls too!!!!

Cody: Enough foreplay, woman! What the fuck happened tonight?!!!

Shawna: All four of us spent the afternoon at the pool and, as you would expect, Liz flirted non-stop with these two younger guys who were hanging out at the pool. They were gorgeous, Cody, these guys were fit and fine. Both in their mid- to late-twenties. Tan bodies! Damn! Before we all left the pool Liz “accidentally” let her room number slip and at what time we were all meeting to go out for dinner and drinks. Well, as you might have guessed, we were all in Liz’s room at about 7 o’clock when we heard a knock at the door. Liz practically levitated from the bed, squealed, clapped her hands, and, after giving us a knowing glance and sideways smile, rushed to the door. The two guys from the pool walked in wearing khaki shorts and button-down shirts with not a single button clipped shut. Gorgeous!!!

Liz was coy and said, “Well, fellas, we were just getting ready to leave but I suppose you could come in for a few minutes.” Before the door completely shut Liz had her hands around the torso of the brown-haired guy and was rubbing his tight stomach like she was searching for a lost set of keys. The black-haired guy came over and stood in front of Tracey, Tammy, and I. I sat in a lounging chair, Tracey sat in the desk chair, and Tammy sat the second bed. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there with a hopeful smile. I glanced past him and saw that Liz had wasted no time in getting the brown-haired guy out of his shorts and had his hard cock in her mouth. I mean she was just ready to go from the second we saw them! 

Taking Liz’s clue, Tammy then yanked the black-haired guy’s shorts down his legs and started sucking his cock too. I glanced over at Tracey who looked like she was in shock, but she couldn’t take her eyes off of our friends. Neither could I! I got to tell you, babe, Liz is like a porn star. I mean she sucked that guys cock so fast and deep-throated him so often that I was amazed he didn’t cum in a matter of seconds.

The black-haired guy made his move after Tammy sucked his cock for a while by pulling his cock from her mouth, pulling his face to hers, then she fell back toward the middle of the bed with his mouth pressed to hers. Tammy crawled back onto the bed and was moaning before the black-haired guy was doing anything between her legs. She was hot as hell! He had her sundress hiked above her hips and used his hard cock to play with pussy. I got so wet that I wanted to start masturbating right there!!! I resisted…well for a while anyway.

Just after the black-haired guy got his condom slid on, I saw Liz and the brown-haired guy quickly working her out of her dress, dropping it to the floor, and them dropping onto their bed. In a matter of seconds, both Tammy and Liz were getting fucked hard by their respective partners. Both beds were shaking, and they were moaning so fucking hard! I couldn’t take it any longer. I was so ready to get off too! I said, “fuck it,” and I unzipped my jeans, slid my hand down the front, and I buried my finger in my pussy. Tammy came so hard that I nearly came watching and hearing her! She moaned and bucked under the black-haired guy while he held her legs in the air. So. Fucking. Amazing! Then, time kind of just got away from me. From us. I mean Liz and Tammy swapped with the boys several times and I don’t know how many times they came.

Cody: And you never got any action?!!! C’mon! I know you better than that!

Shawna: Well… that’s true…you do know me! So… I did cum pretty hard sitting there watching Liz and Tammy get fucked by those two guys. When the black-haired guy swapped places with the brown-haired guy, Tammy looked over at me and saw my hand down my pants. She smiled at me and crawled off the bed. She wiggled me out of my jeans, and I could hardly believe what she was doing because she’d never given any indication that she liked girls too. But, damn, Cody! Tammy knows what the fuck she’s doing when between another woman’s thighs. Tammy buried her face between my thighs and her tongue twisted my clit and she sucked my pussy until I started shaking. I came so fucking hard that I slammed my head on the back of the chair. She didn’t stop even when the brown-haired guy got on his knees behind her and started fucking her so hard that she kept banging against me. Frankly, that motion and pressure made me cum again! And, I don’t know, again several times.

Cody: Wow!!! That’ so damn hot!!! How about Tracey? Did she join in?

I felt my throat tighten again. I almost didn’t want to read Shawna’s response. Why wouldn’t she have done something? I mean how could she have resisted?