Once we had cleaned up and Tom and Gemma had left in a taxi, Claire and I spent the rest of the night fucking like rabbits. Our horny encounter with our best friends had driven our lust through the roof. In the cold light of day when we awoke I wasn't sure whether or not the previous night’s proceedings were a good idea or not. Claire and I discussed it over breakfast and the look of satisfaction on her face told me enough anyway.

"So do you think we should get together again then?" I asked.

"Yeah, but this time let's not be so drunk and high. It was good, but while it was happening it was all so detached and surreal. I want to really enjoy it next time,” said Claire. I agreed and said I would call Tom to make arrangements for our next hook up. We wouldn't have to wait long, no longer had Tom and I agreed that we both wanted a repeat performance we made a date for the following Friday night at their place. To say I was eager for Friday to come round was a massive understatement and it was made all the worse by Claire insisting I wasn't to have so much as a wank in between.

"I want a full sack emptying over me when we get there!" she said. It was going to be a long week.

After a week of being unable to concentrate on anything at work other than the thought of Gemma's pussy and tits and my wife sucking Tom's cock, Friday finally came and Claire and I got home. We both showered, making sure we were really clean in all the hard to reach places and clean-shaven. Tonight we would really enjoy things, so we wanted to make a good impression! Tom had told me to wear as little as possible so we could strip off with ease once there, so into the car we got, Claire in a bikini and me in a pair of shorts. Boy, were we horny! The drive over to Tom's didn't help matters. Claire's tits bouncing along over every bump and pothole in the road had my cock straining against the fabric of my shorts, and I could feel a little damp patch against the end of my cock where I was beginning to leak. We arrived outside their house and pulled onto the drive. Thankfully I'd managed to last without shooting my load before getting there. A twitch in the closed curtains told me our guests had seen us arrive and my heart rate increased tenfold. I turned round to see Claire, and I could see she was as excited as I was as we strode to the door. Before I even had time to knock the door clicked open slightly.

"Let yourselves in, guys – can't come to the door properly, the neighbours would start talking!" said Gemma through the gap. As I pushed the door open I saw her retreating down the hallway back to the kitchen. She was ready for action all right – aside from the apron she was wearing while cooking, all I could spy was a pair of hold-up lace-topped stockings, black 4-inch killer heels, and a hair grip! My stomach turned over with lust as her ass wiggled up the corridor and my cock twitched angrily in my shorts. We followed her into the kitchen where something aromatic was cooking away nicely.

"Is that for me?" asked Gemma, looking at my hard-on and then laughing and grabbing the bottle of wine I had clutched in my hand. "Tom’s upstairs finishing his shower. He's getting himself nice and smooth down below for you, Claire," she giggled. I had to take a deep breath. Even though the events of the previous week were fresh in my head, I still had to pinch myself that I was standing in my best friend’s kitchen a couple of feet away from his naked wife. Her full breasts were topped nicely by firm, erect nipples. Gemma was obviously as horny as we were. She was clearly tipsy as well.

"Tom and I have been looking forward to tonight. Last week ignited something in us I never knew was there – we've been like teenagers!"

"I know what you mean," laughed Claire, "although I made Steve go without for the whole week, not even one off the wrist, I told him I wanted to be covered in spunk to start the night off!"

"Hmmm, sounds like we may have been thinking the same thing," said Gemma. "I'll tell you what I thought might go down well after we have dinner."

Creaking upstairs told us that Tom was finished in the shower and with not much dressing to do he soon appeared in the kitchen with us. Like me, he just wore a pair of shorts, just enough to keep things covered for the time being, although it was obvious by the bulge in his shorts that he was looking forward to the evening. I couldn’t help notice Claire's nipples protruding through the fabric of her bikini top,

"I don’t think it's very fair for Gemma to be topless and you be covered up, Claire," said Tom, staring at my wife's breasts.

"Fair point," she said. She turned round to face Gemma head-on at the sink and pulled the straps of her bikini top away from her back. Tom didn't need a second invite and took the string. With a pull, the flimsy bikini dropped away and Claire’s tits bounced free. She cupped them and turned to face us.

"For fuck’s sake," she said, "let's eat so we can get dirty, I'm going to fucking burst if I don't get some cum soon!"

Dinner wasn't hurried, but we didn’t exactly go over the top with formalities either. The dishes were definitely left to another time as we went into the lounge to sit down and relax.

"Why don’t you show Claire your handiwork, Tom?" said Gemma. With a wink he got off the chair and stood in front of my wife.

"Pull em down," he said to Claire. She licked her lips and placed her wine on the floor. Sitting forward on the armchair, Claire reached out and hooked the top of Tom's shorts with her forefingers. Tom gave a gasp as my wife's fingers made contact with his waist. Slowly she started to pull his shorts down, inching left and right. More and more of Tom's groin came into view until the base of his shaft appeared and still not a pube in sight. As Claire pulled the last few inches down, his cock sprang rigid into view, just inches from her face. His balls were clean-shaven too, just like mine. Tom moved forward, inviting Claire to take his cock in her mouth, but she was having none of it.

"Not so fast," she said, "Gem and I have been planning something special all week." She pushed Tom away and stood up. "Have you got the stuff ready?" she asked Gemma.

"I'll go get it," smiled Gemma, who disappeared into the dining room.

"Ahem," said Claire to me, "you still appear to be wearing your shorts." I grinned and slipped my last remaining bit of modesty off, and my cock sprang u, finally free of its constraint. After a few minutes Gemma came back into the lounge clutching what looked like a bundle of paper in her hands. Both girls gave a knowing wink to each other and sat on the floor next to each other. Tom and I just looked a little confused as Gemma suddenly started shuffling the papers in her hands.

"On the floor guys, sit next to each other – Tom, you opposite me and Steve, you opposite Gem," said Claire. We both moved over to where they sat, our cocks bobbing along as we sat down.

"Ok," started Gemma, "Claire asked me if I had any ideas of how to get things started tonight instead of us all feeling a little awkward. She's also got a big favour to ask me, and I've agreed as long as I get my turn next time."

"Sounds interesting,” I said. "May I ask what the cards are for?"

"Very simple," said Claire. "Starting with me, we take it in turns to pick one from the top and whatever is on the card, you have to do!"

"Great," said Tom, "I like it when things are nice and simple!"

Claire took a deep breath and reached down for the first card. She picked it up and studied it for a few seconds, giggling to herself. Placing it back underneath the deck, she turned to Gemma and in one move without hesitation took Gemma's left nipple into her mouth and began sucking on it. Gemma clasped Claire around the head and pulled her in tighter. As Gemma closed her eyes and started to lose herself in the moment, Claire sensed this and pulled away with a pop as Gemma’s bulletlike nipple came free.

"You bitch," she squealed.

"How long did it take you to write these cards?" asked Tom.

"Lets put it this way," said Claire, "work’s been piling up on my desk all week while I've been dreaming up all the sordid little things written on these babies."

"Your turn," said Tom to Gemma. She took a card and almost instantly placed it back under the deck.

"Nice easy one," she said, "kiss the person on your left." She leaned over to Tom and planted a kiss on his lips.

"Is that it?" he said.

"Patience," she said, "there are plenty more cards in the deck, and it's your turn anyway."

"As long as it's not kiss the person on your left again," laughed Tom, looking at me. I looked across at the girls. A knowing look shot between them, and I suddenly felt as though something extra was going on. Tom picked up a card, and a look of delight shot across his face as he looked at Claire.

"Insert any body part into the person opposite," he said. Claire looked back at him, and things suddenly stepped up a gear. "Kneel up, Claire," he told her. She did as she was told and sat up on her knees. Tom moved across the small circle we had formed and his hand went to Claire's bikini bottom. He slipped the material aside and ran a finger along the smooth slit of her pussy, and Claire was obviously wet and waiting as his finger slid straight in without any effort. She let out a gasp as Tom slowly started finger-fucking her, and after a few seconds I saw him slide another finger into my wife's cunt. She rested her head on his shoulder as he began to speed his strokes faster and faster. Just as her breathing was becoming more rapid he pulled away and licked the juice from his fingers, smiling. Tom sat back down next to me without saying a word. Claire sat back on her heels, her face flushed and her pussy visibly soaked.

"God that's got me horny," said Gemma who had been rubbing her own pussy softly while watching. My cock was ready to burst and a small amount of pre-cum dribbled from the slit. I couldn't wait to pick my own card and keep the momentum going. I reached over and took the top card. My heart racing in anticipation, I flipped it over.

"That ain't right," I said. "You've got these wrong, you haven't thought about these or where we're meant to sit." I handed the card to Gemma. My wife was too busy lost in her own lust to worry about this for the moment.

"No, no mistake, just do it," said Gemma. "It'll be worth your while."

I looked at Tom, then I looked at his hard cock.

"Have a 69 with the person on your right," I said. Tom looked back at me shocked, then smiled a cheeky grin.

"Perhaps I better explain something," said Gemma, I looked back at her, "Tom harbours a secret. He's a little, shall we say, curious?" I looked at Tom, then Claire who just smiled back at me, and then back to Gemma.

"There are a few cards in the deck that may mean you guys have to get down and dirty with each other. After all, it's only fair, we've done it for you two. But if you're dead against it, then Tom will understand, he only wanted to see what it might be like to have another guy’s cock in his hand and mouth. It's better this way with someone he knows."

I couldn't take it all in and I think it showed on my face.

"I have a different idea,” said Claire. "To test the water, why don’t you lie back and just let Tom have a play with you, see where it goes? He may not like it anyway."

I gulped and grabbed for my drink on the side. It was a big proposition, but I looked across at Tom. I tried to put myself in his place and think how I might be feeling. I knew if it were me, I'd be desperately hoping he would let me try things out. My mind made up, without saying a word I put my drink down and lay back on the floor. I had to admit, though, that I couldn't get over the fact that my cock was still stiff and I actually had butterflies in my stomach knowing my best mate from so many years was about to touch me and maybe even go down on me. I watched as he moved closer. There was no intimacy involved, Tom just tentatively placed his hands around my cock and slowly started wanking me. Without even thinking, I let my legs fall open and my eyes shut as he got into his rhythm. It felt good, not remotely dirty or even kinky.

"Turn round, Tom," said Gemma. I looked up. Gemma and Claire were both masturbating over the sight of their husbands engaged in their own act of pleasure. Tom shuffled round, his ass sat just inches from my face as he swung his legs over me. This was it; the girls were both groaning in pleasure and Tom’s hard cock was right above my mouth. I reached for it and pulled it to my mouth. There was a drop of his spunk at the tip. I closed my eyes and went for it, the head of his cock pushed past my lips and I suddenly found myself sucking my friend’s cock. He moaned and seconds later I felt the warm wet sensation of his mouth around my own shaft, his head bobbing up and down. I started pulling harder on his dick with my hand and darted my tongue around the head of his shaft. Tom was leaking and I tasted the saltiness of his spunk as it slowly dribbled onto my tongue. I wasn't quite ready for him to cum in my mouth, I wasn't really sure if I'd ever be up for that. Tom let my cock free from his mouth and I felt his saliva dribbling down my cheeks and over my crack. Then it happened: Tom gently started teasing my asshole with his forefinger. Claire had done it many times. I love rimming and anal play but this felt so hot. I splayed my legs even wider, and Claire and Gemma suddenly stopped their wanking and grabbed onto my ankles. They lifted my legs clear into the air high and wide, giving Tom easy access to my ring. He flicked his tongue across me and lightning shot down my entire body. I started sucking him harder until I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and licked my tongue all the way up his ass crack, making sure to stop and linger on his hole. Then I gently teased a finger up his asshole. This was too much for Claire, who gave out a loud groan and came, her cunt shooting a jet of jizz all over the carpet. We were like rutting animals – suddenly nothing seemed taboo anymore as I fucked Tom’s ass with my tongue and finger. Tom had started wanking me furiously and I was close to cumming, my legs clamping tighter and tighter, ready to shoot my load. Claire spotted the familiar sign and grabbed Tom’s hand, stopping his jerking.

"No cumming yet, boys," she said. This broke our rhythm and we both looked up back into the real world. "I think it's time for my special treat,” she said.

I tried to regain my senses and make sense of what had just happened. For a while Tom and I couldn't look each other in the eye, but Claire soon took control of the situation.

"I want both of you to wank over me and cover me in cum. Gemma will wank herself over me as well," Claire said, she lay back on the floor. Tom, Gemma and I kneeled round her by her head and we all started pumping our cocks and pussy.

"No, no, boys," said Gemma. "Tom, you wank Steve off over Claire's face and Steve, you wank Tom off."

Well, it seemed a little late to bother arguing, so I took hold of Tom's shaft and pumped him over my wife's face, he grabbed me and started wanking me, Claire flicked her tongue up and licked our balls one at a time. Gemma sat straddling Claire's chest, fingering herself over Claire's tits. The sight was just too much for both me and Tom.

"I'm gonna cum," I said. Tom started wanking my cock even faster and I could take it no longer, I let out a groan and shot a week’s worth of spunk all over Claire’s face. As I did, she slipped a finger up my ass just to make sure I shot every last drop. Tom was next. I saw the look on his face, so I increased my stroke and with a gasp he shot his creamy load all over my wife’s face. She was covered in our spunk and lay there letting it run down over her cheeks and onto the carpet. Gemma started frigging herself even harder, her face flush with lust as she finally collapsed, sending a thick wad of cream out of her cunt and onto my wife's tits. Claire remained frozen to the spot as we all lay around her, spent and satisfied. After a few seconds she propped herself up onto her elbows and started laughing. Cum was over every inch of her face and breasts. It truly was a sight to be believed, and we all laughed with her.

"Looks like you got your wish," said Gemma. Claire started scooping up the gooey mess on her face and began to lick it off her fingers.

"Lie back down," said Gemma.

Claire lay on her back and Gemma came over to her. She took Claire's head firmly in her hands and began to lick the spunk off her face. Tom and I just watched in wonder as she gobbled down every last drop before finally kissing Claire with a giggle.

"Well, boys," said Claire, "thanks for that show, hope you'll be giving us more of that a bit later."

Tom and I just looked at each other sheepishly; it would be a while before we could look each other in the eye fully that evening.

"Right," said Gemma, "Claire's had her wish, Tom's had his, looks like it's mine and Steve's turn now." She smiled and winked at me. "What's it to be, Steve?"

Fifteen minutes later I found myself in Tom and Gemma's bedroom tied and blindfolded to their bed with my legs apart. What happened next will have to wait until next time.