IV: Rival Best Friends Love To Share

VACATION SWAP, EPISODE FOUR: RIVAL BEST FRIENDS LOVE TO SHARE

GABBY

“Cecilia and I invented a game and I think we should try it,” I announced just after we finished dinner by the poolside.

The ladies were dressed in airy, long skirts and bikini tops, while the men looked elegant in their round-neck shirts and shorts.

“What game is that?” Terry asked, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“How well do you know your partner,” Cecilia interrupted.

“I’ll win this one,” Lekan said. “I know my partner. She is the one who seizes my devices and bullies me into having dinner.”

“I have to bully you to have dinner with our friends that we haven’t seen for five years,” Cecilia said, reaching out to playfully hold Lekan’s tongue. “I wonder what that says about you. Anyways, play the game and after it, you will get your phone back.”

“I’m in,” Terry said beside me. Then Lekan agreed, and it was a sealed deal.

We went into our room because it was closer to the pool and had a balcony view of the restaurant. The men settled on the couches, and Cecilia and I went to fetch the blindfolds.

“Is that necessary?” Lekan asked when we returned.

“Yes, the men will get their turn later,” Cecilia said, turning her husband around. We placed the blindfolds on them and ushered them onto high stools.

After explaining the rules, I filled our glasses with wine while Cecilia played soft music in the bedroom. It was time to start.

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I adjusted my lemon bra top and sat in front of Lekan. We agreed that Cecilia and I would not speak so they could not identify us by our voices.

Instead, they had to use their senses, excluding sight and sound. They had to use touch, their tongues, and our scent. Lekan reached out for my breasts. His hands froze as soon as he touched me.

It was as if he immediately knew it was not his wife, or perhaps he had a strong feeling.

Instead of backing down, I shook my chest, dangling my breasts in his face. He continued his inspection with both hands.

Lekan squeezed my nipples through the fabric. He dragged his hands lazily across my chest, squeezing the soft skin. He moved my nipple in a circle, like a little joystick, and a low moan escaped my throat.

“Hmm, that was my wife,” Lekan said. Cecilia and I giggled. This was not really about who won.

“Now your turn, Terry,” I said, and Cecilia moved over to him.

CECILIA

Just like Gabby, I pushed my breasts toward Terry’s face and waited for him to inspect me. Very carefully, Terry put his hands on my breasts. At first, he felt the fullness, then he checked the softness.

Terry used both hands. He grabbed my breasts and lowered his head.

Behind me, I saw Gabby’s nose flare in jealousy. “Hehe,” Gabby chuckled nervously. “Eager to find the truth,” she joked, but it did not stop her husband.

I was surprised when he brought his lips to my skin and buried his face in my cleavage. He licked and nibbled on my tender skin. Because he was blindfolded, he moved carelessly over me, and his tongue felt incredible. I was forced to close my eyes when he went for my nipple.

Terry used his hands and his tongue to explore. There was not a place his fingers did not touch. Gabby stood awkwardly in the corner, watching her husband enthusiastically touch me, while I held his head down and moaned softly so only he could hear.

“Time’s up!” Gabby shouted. “Who was that, babe?” she asked giving him the answer by using her voice.

Terry played the fool.

“You, my queen,” Terry said, straightening up. He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip like a man who had tasted a forbidden meal. Delicious.

“Next one. We need you guys to lie down,” I said. I was not interested in Gabby’s mood change. We were continuing our game, and I intended to take it to the end and beyond.

Gabby and I led the men to the bed. We helped them lie on their backs, stuffing pillows beneath their heads. I looked at Gabby and she nodded silently.

As planned, we took off our panties and placed them on the faces of the men. Gabby placed her pink thong on Lekan’s face, and I placed my vibrant green panties on Terry. Before they could understand what was happening, we climbed onto the bed and straddled them.

We stood over their faces before lowering our hips until their noses and mouths were pressed against our most sensitive spots.

“Wait, wait...” Lekan tried to object. Gabby, fueled by the fact that her husband was enjoying himself, pressed her crotch onto Lekan’s face and ground her waist against him. She rode his face without mercy. This was not about him figuring out whose body he was tasting.

She wanted to have him just as much as I had Terry now.

Gabby twirled her hips and closed her eyes, rocking her body exactly where she loved it most.

On my end, Terry was eager and willing. He reached for my hips, not to push me away but to pull me closer. Luckily, this game did not involve tying their hands.

Terry slid his tongue into my wet spot. His upper lip rubbed against my sensitive slit, and I had to grab a fistful of the bed to stop myself from screaming. I rocked my hips as he teased me with his tongue. He squeezed my hips and sank his fingers into my skin just as his mouth ravaged my insides.

My legs squirmed as he tasted me. I could never have enough, I thought, as I began to grind my waist over his face. Sorry, Terry, I am just trying to match your wife’s intensity.

Just like Gabby, I rode Terry’s face without a care in the world. When he tried to touch my hips again, I struck his hands away and dropped my weight onto him like a heavy temptation. I was in control, and I decided how he would worship me—whether he would be breathless, choking, or begging for more or all of the above.