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The Week That Changed Our Lives-1

Jean and Walt have been best friends to my wife Sharon and me forever. Jean and Sharon first met when they were in fourth grade together; they were best friends all through junior high and high school, and when they graduated, they went to the same college, just so they wouldn't have to be apart. Walt and I met in the dorm at college; we just kind of hit it off with each other, and went from there.

Sharon and I started dating in our junior year of college, and when we were pretty sure we were going to end up marrying each other, we introduced Jean and Walt to each other, knowing how much they'd like each other. When Sharon and I got married, Walt and Jean were the Best Man and Maid of Honor, and when they got married six months later, we did the same for them. So, we've got a lot of history together. Walt and Jean eventually moved to a town an hour or so away from Sharon and me, so we saw a bit less of each other after that, but we still got together several times each year.

A couple years ago, Walt and Jean bought a cabin in the woods up north, and they invited us to come up with them to 'officially' break it in, for a whole week. Of course, we were only too happy to spend that much time with our closest and dearest friends, in the middle of all that nature and fresh air.

We wanted to have as much time at the cabin as possible, so we left after work on a Friday and drove up. When we got there, Walt and Jean were already there, waiting for us with glasses of wine already poured for us. The sun was just setting as we arrived, so we quickly unpacked our car and started getting settled into the cabin. The cabin was delightful -- a rustic log cabin, although it did have hot and cold running water, and a shower. The woodsy smell of the logs permeated the air.

Once we were at settled into our bedroom, Walt and Jean forbade us to do any more work until the next day, and demanded that we relax with them over the first of what would become many bottles of wine. We talked and laughed for a couple hours, until Jean finally excused herself, saying she was dead tired. We all were, really, so we all headed to bed.

Sharon and I spent a few minutes getting our things situated in the bedroom, and then fell into bed, thinking that we might have some relaxed lovemaking before dropping off to sleep. It was then that we discovered a unique feature of the cabin -- the bedroom walls were eight feet high. And no higher. Above that, the entire cabin was open to the roof. Which meant that the sound from one bedroom was completely audible from the other one.

We discovered this because, as Sharon and I were just beginning to cuddle, we heard Jean giggling softly from over the wall. We stopped what we were doing to listen. It felt a little naughty to listen in on our friends like that, but honestly, we could hardly have done otherwise. After a while, the giggling gave way to happy purring sounds, and then to something more like groans of pleasure. Obviously, Walt and Jean had similar ideas to ours. I began fondling Sharon's breasts, and she was lazily stroking my cock, as we listened to our friends, who were obviously trying all they could to make as little noise as they could, but the open space above the rooms meant that we could hear everything.

And then, we heard it -- the rhythmic squeaking of bedsprings. It began slow and steady, but as it continued, the tempo slowly increased. And Walt and Jean became gradually less able to stifle themselves. Soon they were both breathing heavily and Jean was making little mewling noises, and the bedsprings were squeaking fast and furiously, until Jean groaned, and Walt grunted, although they were both trying hard not to make a sound, in between urging each other to be quiet. Then the squeaking stopped, and we heard them both panting, trying to recover their breath.

Sharon and I looked at each other, and stifled our own laughter for having 'caught' our friends 'in the act'. I whispered into Sharon's ear, "They're gonna hear us no matter how quiet we try to be. What do you say we give them a show?" Sharon grinned and nodded her agreement. So we resumed our foreplay. I bent down and took Sharon's breasts into my mouth; first one, and then the other. I made little humming noises as I suckled her, which I was sure Walt and Jean could hear over the wall. In response, Sharon purred happily, perhaps just a bit louder than she really needed to.

I crawled down between my wife's legs to lick her pussy, and as I did, she groaned loudly, as I made happy slurping sounds while I licked her. "Yeah, baby," she moaned, in a stage whisper. "Eat my pussy. Make me come."

I thought I might have heard Jean groan from over the wall.

Soon Sharon was thrashing around in orgasm, digging her ankles into my back, and clenching her legs tightly around my head, making absolutely no effort to keep quiet.

When her climax had subsided, she pulled me up on top of herself. "I want you inside me now," she asserted, in a husky voice. "Fuck me, baby."

I put my cockhead against her opening and slowly penetrated her, causing her to groan. Once I was all the way inside her, and could feel my balls against her ass, I slowly withdrew, and then began fucking her with a slow, steady rhythm. Our bedsprings were every bit as noisy as Walt and Jean's. Maybe more.

As our bedsprings squeaked, Sharon began groaning little encouragements to me -- "Oh yeah, baby, I love how your cock feels in me; you fuck me so good." When she paused momentarily, I talked to her -- "Yeah, baby, your pussy feels so good." And the springs kept squeaking.

Finally, Sharon began to increase the tempo, and her breathing became more ragged, as another orgasm began to grow within her. "Oh yeah, baby," she groaned. "I'm gonna come! Come with me!"

So I began to thrust hard into her at a rapid pace, grunting with each stroke. When she came, she fairly shrieked, while I practically roared like a lion as I pumped my sperm into her.

Afterwards, I lay on top of her, both of us giggling, both for the joy of our mutual orgasm, and for the audio show we'd put on for Walt and Jean.

Once we'd recovered enough to not be panting for breath anymore, Jean called over the wall, "Sleep well, you two," chuckling as she spoke.

"I'm sure we will," I replied. And we did.

*****

The next morning, the four of us awoke around the same time. Sharon and I ventured out from our bedroom to find Jean making breakfast, while Walt brewed coffee. As we all sat around the breakfast table, Jean made some teasing remarks about our 'show' from the night before. "Hey, you guys started it," I answered, and we all had a good laugh.

We spent the morning doing little housekeeping chores, and finishing our unpacking. Then Walt and Jean took us on a walking tour of the property. It really was lovely. The property covered a few acres, all thickly wooded, except for the small clearing around the cabin. A short trail led down to a lake, which had a perfect little sandy beach for swimming. Walt and Jean's property was on a small inlet from the main lake, so even the lake was virtually secluded and private. It was perfect.

After lunch, the women wanted to go swimming. Walt and I said we'd join them, but Walt wanted to show me his outdoor grill first. We all got into our swimsuits, then the ladies went off to the beach, and Walt showed me the grill.

Evidently, we spent longer at the grill than our wives preferred, because soon they were yelling at us, wondering if we were coming to swim with them or not. We waved them off momentarily, intending to finish up our investigations and join them, but they decided we were simply taking too long. I was about to tell Walt we should go join our wives and finish with the grill later, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sharon and Jean reach behind themselves, and strip off their bikini tops. They swung the bras over their heads and flung them onto the beach. Then they stood in the waist-deep water shaking their breasts at us. That was the end of our attention to the grill.

As Walt and I jogged down to the lake, I savored the wondrous sight of four of the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen. Sharon's are round and full and firm, standing out from her stocky, muscular body, with large, dark areolae surrounding her nipples. Of course, I've gotten a lot of pleasure from them in the years we've been married. Jean's tits are also large and round, but on her lithe, lean body they look even bigger. Jean has a paler complexion than Sharon's, and her areolae are smaller than Sharon's, and pink in color.

When we got to the shore, the women turned and started running toward the deeper water, but Walt and I quickly caught up with them and pulled them down into the lake with us. There was much playful underwater groping of our wives, and both of us couples emerged from the water with the husband fondling his wife's breasts from behind. I started to get a hard-on, which Sharon felt against her backside, and she engaged in some playful groping of her own, stroking my cock through my swimsuit, underwater where Walt and Jean couldn't see.

When we'd had all the swimming (or whatever water games we were playing) that we wanted, we walked onto the shore and back toward the cabin. Both Walt and I had stiff hard-ons poking out against the fabric of our swimsuits. Jean and Sharon giggled and made comments about us being all 'excited', and Jean grabbed hold of Walt's erection and pulled him along by it, toward the cabin. "Come on, lover," she giggled. "Let's go to bed." And Sharon did likewise to me, making jokes about how it was time for another 'show'.

My mind returned to happy thoughts of the previous night, but then another thought came to my mind. I said, "You know, we could listen to each other fucking over the wall all week, if we want to; but am I think it would be really hot if we could see each other fuck, and not just hear?"

Everybody stopped, thinking carefully about what I'd said.
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