Two couples live out their fantasy (Part 1 of 2)

(This story ended up being a little too long for the character limit, so I broke it into two parts. Here's part 1.)

I tried to focus on Van's sweet lips. On her playful tongue. On the feel of the silky smooth skin of her waist and back under my hands. But I had to save some of my attention for my balls, because while we were kissing, she was rolling my balls in one hand. Sometimes she was gentle, but sometimes she suddenly squeezed one or both of them, and sometimes she let them go to give them a slap with her palm or her fingers. I squirmed my hips around in anticipation, and whenever she applied pain, I breathed hard through my nose or grunted. Part of me wanted to cover myself or pull away to avoid the pain she was giving me down below, but I resisted and put my energy into our kiss instead. All this time my dick was hard as a rock, and sometimes it poked her in the stomach.

Finally Van pulled away and held my head in both her hands, smiling at me. I sighed. My wife Lavanya is so beautiful. She's tall, only about 2 inches shorter than me. She's Indian, with perfect golden-brown skin and long wavy black hair. She's lanky and slim, but with pretty ample boobs. And she has the prettiest face, with high cheekbones, huge eyes and a big beautiful smile. I can't believe how lucky I am to have met her.

And not only that, she's into ballbusting like I am.

Van smiled as she took my hands and led me to the bed. I was still feeling some pain in my balls, but after years of ballbusting, that pain mixed with pleasure until I didn't really know which was which. Van lay down on the edge of the bed and opened her legs. I put my hands on her knees and slowly inserted my dick into her vag, feeling it envelop me in warm wetness. Then I lifted her legs and put her ankles on my shoulders. I fucked her very slowly while she made little sighs of happiness.

After a few minutes of that I took out my dick and Van scooted backwards on the bed. I crawled over her. She reached her hand underneath me and slapped my balls. I swear it almost didn't even feel like pain. I bent over and kissed Van again. She pulled one leg up between my legs, so her knee was up against my balls. We touched each other while she made little jerking motions with her knee, giving me the feeling of kneeing me in the nuts. Then I went back to fucking her. After a while we rolled so she was on top of me. She reached back and gave my balls a flick with her fingers just as she was about to come. That pushed me over the edge, and we came together.

Van slid off of me, and lay on my chest, looking into my eyes. "I want to have kids," she said. "I want you to put a baby in me."

I breathed out contentedly. "I want that too," I said.

A little while later she said "When we have kids, will we have to stop all this stuff? Like, ballbusting, and having sex all night."

"We'll probably be too busy," I said. "Also we shouldn't let the kid hear us."

She seemed disappointed. After a while she said "So before we should have kids, we should make sure to live out all our craziest fantasies."

"What's your craziest fantasy?", I asked her.

"You tell me yours first," she teased me.

"OK, how about this," I said. "Let's write our craziest fantasies down on pieces of paper and show them to each other at the same time."

She thought that was a good idea, so she got up to get some paper. I watched her beautiful brown body as she did it. I was so lucky to have her. Van came back with pen and paper, and we both wrote down our fantasies and folded the pieces of paper up. Then we handed them to each other and opened them on the count of three.

As soon as we opened them, we both started laughing like crazy and hugged each other. We had written the exact same thing.

What we had written was "ballbusting foursome with Rachel and Gabe."

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"I can't believe we let you talk us into this," Rachel said as we parked in front of the Airbnb. It was a beautiful beach house about half an hour from where we lived. We had all agreed that it would be the most fun to do this somewhere besides our houses. Somewhere exotic and new.

Rachel is my wife Van's best friend since forever. She's a couple inches shorter than Van, also slim, and also very pretty. She has straight dark brown hair and very pale skin, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. Even though she's 29 like Van and I, Rachel still likes to wear thigh high boots and short skirts and things like that.

Gabe is Rachel's husband. He's three years older than us. He's about an inch shorter than me, and he's in really good shape because he does a lot of outdoor sports. It was an open secret that Gabe and Rachel were also into ballbusting. In fact, Van had been the one to suggest it to Rachel, after she and I discovered our kink together. Van and Rachel shared EVERYTHING with each other. I guess now they were going to share their husbands too.

Gabe clapped me on the back as we walked into the house. We were friends through our wives, though of course we weren't as close friends as Van and Rachel were. He was a laid-back fun guy. Sometimes we went bodyboarding together, or hiking with the wives.

"Ready to get our balls busted by our beautiful ladies?", he said.

"You know it," I answered.

We spent a while exploring the house. It was huge and beautiful and obviously expensive. The living room had one wall that was completely glass, facing the ocean and the beach. But the house was high up on a cliff, so on one from the beach could look in and see us. So we decided to have our fun in the living room.

We had brought snacks and bottles of wine, so we stood around the kitchen and living room sipping wine and getting a little tipsy. We had all gone to a fancy dinner a couple of hours before, so Van and Rachel had had lots of time to catch up. Now they just started teasing us.

"Tonight we get to see who married the tougher pair of balls," Rachel said.

"Is tougher bad or good?", Van asked.

"Good question," Rachel admitted. They both looked over and grinned at us. "Honey, do you think your balls are tougher than Jim's?"

"Oh I bet his are much tougher than mine," Gabe said, squeezing my shoulder. I nodded. "Probably," I said, and jiggled my balls with one hand. Van and Rachel both laughed.

"Let's have a dick-measuring contest!", Van suggested. "I don't think I've ever seen Gabe naked. Have you seen Jim naked?"

"Only that one time I caught him changing," Rachel said. "And I didn't get a great look."

"Strip!", Van yelled at us, waving her hands. "Show us your dicks!"

Gabe and I looked at each other and laughed and shrugged. We took off our socks and stripped off our shirts. I'm in pretty good shape, but I was jealous of Gabe's six-pack abs. Then we took off our pants and boxers, and stood there naked in front of our wives. We've seen each other in the locker room before, so this wasn't exactly anything new. While we stripped, the girls cheered and made "Woo-hoo!" noises and toasted each other with their wine glasses.

"I think they're about the same," Rachel said. "But they're not hard. Don't we have to compare erect size?"

Van nodded. "How do we get them both hard?", she asked.

"What if we made out?", Rachel suggested.

Van laughed. "We haven't made out since college!"

"This is our last night before we become boring old moms," Rachel reminded her. "Let's pretend we're in college for one more night!"

Van nodded. She and Rachel downed their wine and began to kiss each other behind the kitchen island. I had to admit, it was incredibly hot. Gabe thought so too, because both of us were getting erect. We politely avoided looking down at each other, and concentrated on our two beautiful wives making out. Van pushed Rachel up onto the kitchen island and kept kissing her. That did it for me. I was now fully hard.

After a second, Van looked over and said "It worked!" She and Rachel got off the kitchen island and ran around to stand in front of us, looking down at our erections.

"I think Jim has about half an inch on Gabe," Van decided. "Maybe a quarter inch? I don't know, it's pretty close."

"I think they're the same length," Rachel said. "We could get a ruler and measure."

Van went to the tool drawer in the kitchen and looked around for a ruler, while Rachel stood there eyeing us. It was arousing being naked in front of my wife's hot best friend, especially because she seemed to appreciate what she saw.

Van came back with two rulers. "Let's measure at the same time," she said, handing one ruler to Rachel. "OK guys, stand up as straight as you can, and face straight out."

Gabe and I did as we were told. Van came to stand in front of me with her ruler, and Rachel stood in front of Gabe. They turned and smiled at each other. Then, at the same time, they swung their rulers up into our balls.

Gabe and I both shouted and doubled over, staggering back from the tricksters. Van and Rachel laughed their asses off. Then Van kissed me, and Rachel kissed Gabe. It was fun making out naked with our fully clothed wives. Van gently massaged my offended balls as we kissed.

"OK, let's go to the main event," Van announced. "Boys, you have to have some kind of a competition. And whoever loses gets their balls busted by the wife of the winner."

Gabe and I looked over at each other and nodded. "What kind of competition?", I asked. "Wrestling?"

"Sure," said Gabe. He didn't know that I had wrestled a year in high school. Of course I wanted to get my balls busted, but it would be nice to beat Gabe at something, especially when he had those six-pack abs that I was jealous of.

"We're not wrestling naked though," Gabe said. "Jim you're a great guy, but I'm not ready for us to get THAT homoerotic."

I agreed, and Gabe and I put our boxer-briefs back on. Van and Rachel plunked themselves down on the couch. Rachel read us out the rules of wrestling from her phone, and I pretended to be hearing them for the first time. Then Gabe and I faced off and the match began. The girls cheered us from the sidelines.

Gabe was surprisingly quick and strong, and he had a slightly lower center of gravity than I did. But I knew some holds he didn't, from my one year of wrestling in high school. After a few minutes I had him pinned. I stood up, holding my arms in a championship pose as Van clapped for me. "Nooooo," Rachel cried, even though I'm sure she didn't really mind Gabe losing.

Gabe hung his head. I knew he was excited, but pretending to be ashamed was part of the fun. Van got up from the couch as I sat down in her place, next to Rachel.

"Van, you should be in your underwear," I called out. Rachel and Gabe both agreed. Van stripped off her pants and blouse and tossed them in the corner. She had worn a lacey white bra and thong that made a perfect contrast with her golden-brown skin. The thong was especially nice, since it gave us a perfect view of her bare well-rounded ass.

Van walked over to stand in front of the defeated Gabe. "OK pal, spread your legs and put your hands on your head." Gabe obeyed. We could see by the tent in his underwear that it was very exciting for him.

Van turned to Rachel. "How does he like it?", she asked. "Do it how YOU like it," Rachel answered, eating a chocolate covered almond. Van laughed and nodded.

Turning back to Gabe, Van launched a knee at his balls. Gabe jumped back in terror, bending over at the waist to protect himself and pulling his hands off his head to cup his balls. Van and Rachel and I laughed at him. She had really faked him out.

Van had him stand up again and put his hands back on his head, and she walked around him, shaking her bare ass seductively, trailing one finger around his bare chest. I was getting really turned on watching this. Then when she was behind him, she slapped her hand up between his legs and into his balls from behind. Gabe grunted loudly and his knees started to buckle, but he stood back up. Rachel actually clapped.

Van came back around to Gabe's front. She held up her hand in a flicking position, in front of Gabe's face. His eyes went wide. Slowly, she lowered her hand down to his balls. "One," she said. Then on "two" she flicked him. Gabe whimpered and staggered back. He shut his eyes, fighting the pain. He bent over and straightened up once or twice. Rachel and I cheered again.

"Don't hurt him too bad," Rachel said. "We need to save some for later."

Van agreed that Gabe's punishment was complete.

"Now it's time for you girls to have a competition," I said, patting Rachel on the thigh in a friendly manner.

"What does the loser have to do?" Van asked. She picked up her wineglass again and did a sexy pose in her underwear. Gabe was recovering on the couch.

"How about loser gives winner's husband a bj?", Rachel suggested.

"A ballbusting bj," Van agreed.

"What competition should we do?", Rachel asked.

"Wasn't there a foosball table in the basement?", Gabe suggested.

Van and Rachel are super competitive about foosball. They've been rivals since their college days. Gabe and I could never keep up with them, they were such experts. Hearing about foosball, the girls instantly agreed that this was the right competition.

We went down to the basement, and there was the foosball table, ready for action. Van and Rachel cheered when they saw it.

"Rachel has to be in her underwear too," Gabe pointed out. Rachel, the last one who was still fully dressed, agreed that this was fair. She stripped off her jeans and blouse. Underneath she was wearing a red bra and thong. I noticed her thong was thinner than Van's and covered very little.

Rachel is very pale. I've gotten used to the sight of Van's golden brown body over the years. So at first the sight of Rachel's pale skin was a little weird for me. Rachel definitely had a great body, though, although her boobs were smaller than Van's. The two women were a perfect contrast, brown and pink, with slender legs and round bare butts.

Rachel and Van went over to the foosball table and went at it. They're so competitive. They were shouting and yelling at each other, hopping up and down. Gabe and I cheered just like they had cheered us when we wrestled. Van won the first game, but Rachel battled back and beat her the next two. Rachel did a little victory dance while Van covered her face in shame. I'm sure the shame of losing at foosball was much greater than the shame of the punishment she had to do now.

Rachel and I chanted "B-J! B-J!" Van walked over to Gabe.

"I get my balls busted AGAIN?", Gabe sighed. "You know you love it," Van teased. "Besides, who doesn't want a BJ?"

"Van, you have to be naked," Rachel said. "You lost."

Van agreed. She reached around and undid the clasp on her bra. It fell to the floor and revealed her well-endowed golden orbs. Then she pulled down her thong, revealing her shaved pussy and the crack of her perfect ass. Gabe was obviously getting excited again. I was getting very excited, even though I had to watch my naked wife give another man a blowjob.

Van knelt in front of Gabe on the shag carpet of the basement. She pulled off his boxer briefs. His dick stood straight out. Van had him spread his legs, and she reached up to grab his bare balls. I noticed that Gabe's balls were a little bigger than mine. Then Van reached with the other hand and put Gabe's dick in her mouth. I felt a stab of jealousy. My wife was sucking another guy's dick! I focused on how hot she looked, and ignored the jealousy.

Van was squeezing Gabe's balls, just like she squeezed mine when she did this to me at home. Gabe grunted and whimpered. He bent over and his knees buckled a little. His hands fluttered around his crotch like he wanted to protect himself. On his face there was a look of pleasure and pain mixed together. My naked wife moved her head back and forward. Her lips caressed his shaft.

Rachel watched them curled up in a chair in her underwear. She was obviously turned on, even though it was a new experience for her. It was very new for me too.

Then Van stopped squeezing Gabe's balls and gave them a hard slap. "Aaaghhh!", he yelled. Van pulled away and I could see that he had come in her mouth. She swallowed his jizz, wiping her mouth with her wrist. I was jealous, but that was really hot.

As Van stood up, Gabe sank to his knees on the floor, holding his busted balls and squeezing his eyes shut. I knew that feeling well. Rachel clapped her hands, and Van gave a bow.

We gave Gabe some time to recover, and Van washed face and took a drink of wine to wash away the jizz. Van slipped her thong back on but stayed topless. Gabe staggered to his feet, leaning on a chair for support. Rachel stroked his legs and hips. He put his boxer briefs back on, but I could see he was already getting hard again after the blowjob.

The basement was nice, but the living room was nicer. So we climbed back up. I put my arms around Van's waist while we were walking, and kissed her neck. She stuck her butt back up against my crotch, and wiggled it around a bit, making me hard.

"All right," Rachel declared when we were back in the living room. "Gabe and Van have gotten to have all the fun so far. I want in on this." She looked over at me. "I want to bust Jim's balls."

"Let's play rock paper scissors," I suggested. "If I win, you have to get naked to bust me. If you win, you get to bust me double."

She nodded. It was kind of silly, since no one knew what "double" meant. But it was the best I could think of on short notice.

Rachel stood in front of me with a big grin on her pretty face and a light in her blue eyes. We faced off and played rock paper scissors, with Gabe and Van counting out 1-2-3. I beat Rachel four times in a row, and she gave up.

"Fine, I lose," she said, with a big grin on her face. She reached down and took off her thong. Like Van, she was completely shaved. Then she undid her bra and revealed her small pale pink nipples. "Looking good, girl!", Van yelled. They always supported each other like that.

"OK, spread your legs and put your hands behind your back," Rachel said. I did as I was told. She put her hands on her bare hips and raised one leg until the foot was right under my balls.

"Ready?", she asked. I nodded. She lightly kicked her foot up into my nuts. There was a sharp pain that spread out through my groin, but nothing I wasn't used to. Then she kicked me again, harder. "Aaahhh!", I shouted, and buckled over.

My wife's naked friend stepped back and watched me sink to my knees on the living room rug. I grunted and fought the pain, breathing hard. Gabe and Van clapped from the sidelines. While I was recovering, Rachel slipped her thong back on like Van. She ran over to the couch and dropped down next to her husband, and they made out.

Van came over to me and rubbed my hair and massaged my shoulders. After a minute she helped me stand up, and we made out too. I reached up and squeezed her bare breasts. She held my balls in her hand, but she didn't bust me this time. I reached down and started rubbing her pussy through her thong. It was soaking wet.

I turned us around and showed Gabe and Rachel what Van and I were doing. I massaged Van's pussy while she started to roll my balls around in her hand and squeeze off and on. Rachel and Gabe copied us. Rachel leaned back and spread her legs on the couch, facing us. Gabe reached down and started rubbing her thong with his fingers. She reached over and grabbed his balls while he did that.

Together, Gabe and I rubbed our wives' pussies while they roughly handled our balls. Rachel was the first to come. She cried out in ecstasy, pulling up her knees and slapping the couch with her hand. That probably pushed Van over the edge. Her knees started to get weak and she shivered in my arms. Her hand tightened around my balls, sending a wave of pain up through my gut. My knees buckled too. We fell to our knees on the carpet together as Van cried out in an orgasm.

Afterward we lay on the couches and chairs. "That was pretty fun," Rachel said. "God, I haven't gotten off that hard in a while."

"Me neither," Van said. "Why didn't we do this before?"

"Because we'd turn into weird orgy people if we did this all the time," Rachel answered. We all laughed.

"Jim still hasn't gotten off," Van pointed out. "He's the only one."

"I'll take care of that," Rachel said. Then she turned to her husband. He nodded, giving his approval.

Rachel bounced up off the couch and came over to the chair where I was sitting in my boxer briefs. She was still topless, wearing only her thin white thong. She reached down and pulled me up off the chair. As soon as I was standing up in front of her she gave me a light little slap to the balls. I wasn't expecting it, and I shouted. That was embarrassing.

"Get your underpants off," Rachel ordered. I did as I was told. Rachel knelt down in front of me and gave the tip of my dick a quick lick with her tongue. I gasped in pleasure. I was very horny by now.

Rachel reached one hand under my balls and slapped them while she blew me. I put my hands on her bare shoulders to steady myself so I didn't fall over. Rachel alternated between using her mouth and her hand. I was so horny already that it didn't take me long at all to come. But unlike Van, Rachel didn't swallow. She took it all over her face instead.

Then right after I finished, she gave me a quick punch to my naked balls. It was a pretty light punch, but it squished my right ball up against the bone. I grunted and toppled over into the fetal position.

"Oh shoot, I didn't hurt you did I?" Rachel asked, bending over me in concern.

"I think he's fine," Van said. "You barely hit him, you just surprised him." Rachel went to wash up. Van came over and held me gently while I recovered. She slipped my underwear back on.

Afterwards we took a break. We had some more wine and chocolates and stood around in our underwear, chatting and laughing together. Gabe and I were both recovering from our ballbusting. Getting to see our wives hanging around in nothing but a thong helped us recover.

"I'm horny again," Van announced after about forty-five minutes. "Let's do more stuff."

(TO BE CONTINUED...)