My divorce wasn’t quite done yet but things were starting to fall back into place in my life. I had started dating again and before long reconnected with a woman I had known as an acquaintance in school and we had both landed in San Diego. The fifteen years since we both graduated had been kind to both of us as we had taken pretty good care of ourselves, although she, Jamie, had certainly developed a lot of friskiness in her personality and a bit of nastiness in bed…both very good things.

Thursday I was at work and got a call from Jamie. “Gary (that is me, by the way), do you remember me telling you about Deborah, my friend from high school and college? She and her husband are in town for a few days, staying at the Hyatt, and want to have dinner tomorrow night. You up for it?”

I had nothing planned as we would often relax on Fridays watching a movie with take-out, so this sounded great. And I did recall something about Deborah being a bit edgy in her younger years, so I was curious as well.

“Great! You girls pick the place. Let me know timing and I’ll be there.”

Friday hit quickly. The plan was Jamie and I would pick them up at their hotel and we would go to our favorite seafood place, Jake’s, on the beach.

Driving from Jamie’s house I asked why I remembered Deborah.

“She was my roommate in college for a couple of years. Great girl, very smart and attractive, but she went through guys by the dozens. Lost interest quickly, it seemed. Loved sex, talked about all the time and I found her vibing away several times late at night watching some erotic thing on TV. Never thought she would get married, so I can’t wait to meet this guy. Apparently they’ve only been married nine months or so.”

We arrived at the Hyatt. The valet let us park for a few minutes by the door and we walked to the lobby. Deborah and her husband, Steve were waiting.

Well, if Jamie described Deborah as attractive, it was a massive understatement. Hot, but that sort of hot elegant that can be intimidating. Tall, slender but muscled body, ramrod straight, dark brown shoulder length hair, a chiseled yet feminine face and piercing brown eyes. Her slacks and turquoise blouse highlighted her ass and breasts. No wonder she could burn through men a few years ago.

On the other hand, Steve was attractive, well dressed, sported a beard and roughly as tall as Deborah with her heels on. Not bad but I immediately figured he either has a boatload of daddy’s money or was hung like Secretariat.

Introductions were had all around, hugs and handshakes, and we were off to dinner.

Dinner was great as always. Conversation flowed freely with the girls telling old stories. I contributed as there was space however Steve was interestingly quiet, turning to Deborah often as if asking for permission. When the desert menus arrived Jamie suggested we all go back to her house for desert and a “final final.” Unanimous approval followed.

At Jamie’s we settled into the couch, nibbled on a few pieces of left over cheesecake and started draining wine bottles. Jamie asked Deborah if she and Steve would be interested in some cannabis gummies, now legal in California. Deborah, without a peek at Steve, replied “Yes. We’d love a gummy or two!”

Soon we were all, on a double high.

A bit later Deborah spoke, “Jamie, was that a hot tub I saw in your back yard? Why don’t we put it to use?”

Jamie smiled, looked at me and replied, “Great. We have suits you two can use, or,” she paused, “we can just get naked which is what Gary and I do.”

“Naked it is!” replied Deborah and Jamie left to get towels and turn on the tub. Deborah and Steve were directed to the guest bedroom and Jamie and I went to the master. Soon we all emerged wrapped in towels.

We walked to the tub, steam rising in the cool coastal air. Steve and I, being the gentlemen we are, allowed Deborah and Jamie to lose their towels and enter the water ahead of us. Deborah was all I expected, tight, fit body, incredible tits and a clean pussy, just as Jamie’s was kept.

“Do we pass the test, boys?” Jamie asked. “Uh, yep,” I responded weakly. Then we watched them check us out just as we had them.

Jamie, noticing Steve’s dick and balls were smooth and hairless, turned to Deborah and asked how she liked his hairless condition. “I love it,” she replied. “After our second week of dating I instructed him to keep himself smooth. He even keeps his ass shaved. After a couple more drinks I may be able to talk him into showing.”

An interesting comment, I thought as I settled into the steaming water and nursed my pinot noir.

The conversation among the four of us got more and more erotic as more wine flowed and pot gummy worms kept finding their way to our mouths. The girls were sharing college exploits. Deborah passed me a gummy holding it in her teeth, a pass that naturally turned into a kiss as I felt her tits press against my chest. Steve sat up on the edge, trying to cool off a bit. It was clear he was not hung like Secretariat, but his cock was showing a bit of life.

Deborah suggested we play “Truth or Dare,” apparently the girl’s favorite game from their college days.

I forget how we determined who asked who questions, but we went through a bunch of “Truth” choices. We, or they, learned Jamie likes, actually loves, getting her asshole licked. We learned Steve shaves Deborah’s pussy but he does his own cock shaving. They learned I had a threesome years back with my ex and an old guy friend of hers.

Then we got the first dare, with Steve responding to Deborah as he still sat on the rim of the tub.

“I want to see your cock get hard, but without touching. Jamie, slide over to Steve and get his cock hard with just your voice. You can whisper, you can talk out loud, but no touching.”

Jamie has a hot sexy voice when she wants and can talk as nasty as anyone, so I knew where this was going.

Jamie slid over as instructed, pushed herself up so she was right next to Steve and leaned toward his ear. She began to whisper.

Three of us, Steve, Deborah and I stared at Steve’s cock. Whatever was coming out of that beautiful, naked woman’s mouth was working. Steve’s cock began to shift a bit, straighten and grow. I could feel mine growing due to the pure eroticism in the air and it sure looked like Deborah’s hand had moved further into her lap.

Eventually Steve’s cock was at full girth, solid and very functional. Deborah ended the exercise and instructed Steve to go to the kitchen and bring more wine, “And your cock better stay hard until you get back,” she added.

Steve obediently left the tub and walked to the kitchen, cock swinging with each stride.

“Listen,” Deborah whispered to Jamie and me. “The next time I ask Steve ‘Truth or Dare’ I know he will say “dare”. He loved what you did for him Jamie, and he will expect something similar. But I will surprise him with something he has always wanted to do but hasn’t. OK?”

We both were insanely curious but we could not pry anything from Deborah. Then Steve returned with two bottles of wine and a hard cock.

We rotated around a few times. I recall more “truths”. I instructed Jamie to make out with Deborah, which turned into a minor grope-a-thon. Someone, I think Jamie, asked me to sit on the edge and stroke myself to full hardness, with the thinking the girls should be able to compare to hard cocks as well as two soft.

Then it came to Deborah and Steve. As predicted, Steve chose “dare”.

By then we were all sitting on the edge. Deborah slid over to Steve and in a whisper loud enough that we could all hear, said, “Steve I want you to do something you have always wanted to but never had the courage, that we have talked about as I sucked you and as you fucked me. I want you to suck Gary’s cock.”

Instantly, all eyes were on Deborah, then on Steve, then finally on me.

“I’m not sure…” I spoke. Then Jamie slid over to me and said “It’s ok. I want to see it too. I want your cock in his mouth.” Then she slid back into the water so her head was at the same level as my cock.

Steve was paralyzed. He never suspected Deborah would ask him to do this. But his condition also told me he had spoken of it and was not repulsed by it.

Deborah slid him off the lip and into the water. She led him to me. She put one hand on the back of his head and with the other she took hold of my cock and held it out for him. She slowly pushed the two together.

“You have wanted this for so long. This is when it happens, now, tonight, with Jamie and me watching. Open your mouth, now.”

Steve’s eyes shifted briefly to Jamie, then Deborah. He closed his eyes then opened his mouth. Deborah slid my cock between his lips. “Now suck,” Deborah whispered.

I didn’t move as I felt his mouth slide over my cock. Debora’s hand on had firmed it up but as I gazed at the two mesmerized women and the guy I had just met sucking me for them I grew rock hard.

I was surprised. It felt just like a woman’s mouth except for the whiskers I could feel on my balls as he went deep. The sucking was good, but having two beautiful women inches from the action was hotter.

“Oh, fuck,” Jamie said. “I never thought this could be so hot.”

“Thought you’d like it, Jamie,” Deborah said, smiling.

“How did you know he would do this, especially with us here?”

“Simple. He does anything I want…anything. Don’t you, Stevie?” He nodded. “I knew it when we met. That was why I was able to get him to shave everything only two weeks after we met.”

Jamie looked up at me, “How does it feel? Good?”

“Kinda’ like a blowjob, only way nastier, and way more erotic with you two watching and discussing it so clinically.”

“Are you going to cum?” she asked.

“No” Deborah interrupted. “Since we have gone this far, let’s wait. We have so much ahead of us.”

With that, she pulled Steve’s head back, his mouth leaving strings of saliva between his lips and my cock, now as hard as I could remember. Deborah handed my cock to Jamie who gave the tip a little kiss and the underside a slow lick, as if reclaiming it.

“We are heading into the living room,” Deborah stated, seemingly assuming control. “Steven, after we dry off bring the towels. We won’t be needing them.”

Minutes later three of us were walking naked into the house, as if walking together nude was normal, while Jamie and I had no idea what Deborah had planned next.

Steve, of course, trailed behind, gathering up the towels.

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Watch for Chapter 2

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My first story. Been thinking about doing this for some time. I like stories with some basis in a true experience. So this story and every one that may follow is based, in some part, on a true experience.