A New Life

"Oh My God, Baby... What's happening to us?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, knowing full well what Steph was talking about. She'd been riding me reverse cowgirl, where we could both see her riding me in the full-length wall mirror, rising to where my cock nearly flipped free, glisteningly visibly with her juices between her legs, before she plunged back down onto me.

"Since we met Alice and Ted in Maui... is it just me, or has our life... our sex life... gotten hotter?" Lifting a leg, she spun in place, keeping my cock inside her so that now she was facing me. I smiled and raised one hand to fill it with her delectable breast, rolling her nipple between a thumb and finger while pressing my other hand against her stomach where I could tantalize her clit with my thumb.

I didn't answer immediately, knowing she was exactly right. Making love on the beach at night, only to find out they'd been watching. Watching them as they made love, resulting in a second tryst for ourselves a short time later. Making love, or rather fucking (as that time it was all about just sex) on the sun deck of the cruise ship. Now living in the same community, having watched Alice blow Ted multiple times, Ted tantalizing Alice with his tongue multiple times, both ways usually with at least a glance our way to see if we were watching. And the other way too; multiple times Stephanie had sucked my cock, or I'd gone down on her, with Ted and Alice there. We hadn't actually fucked in front of them, or them in front of us since Maui -- but, somehow, I was sure that it would happen again. Mostly it was just oral or manual foreplay or stimulation when together with hot sex afterward when we went to our bedrooms.

And finally, sharing ourselves with Jerry and Jessie.

"We've certainly done things we never dreamed of before." Her body twitched as I pinched her nipples.

"When we came here, did you ever imagine we would be the first to have sex with their kids?"

"That was pretty hot."

"It was." I lifted up into her, rotating my hips a bit and receiving an "mmm" of pleasure in return. "Was it a mistake?"

I didn't answer immediately. The thought had run through my mind multiple times over the last few days,

had

sharing my wife with Jerry, sharing my body with what, to me, was his oh-so-sexy sister been a mistake? I shook my head back and forth. "No. I don't think so."

"She is a dish, though, isn't she? She looks so much like her mother."

Of that, I was certain. As I'd noticed before, from the backside, except for their haircuts, they were virtually identical. Same sexy bottom, same smooth back, same lack of tan lines. If anything, Jessie had a bit darker tan. From the front, they were also nearly identical. Jess's tits were a bit smaller and firmer with small areolas and nipples; her mother's breasts were slightly larger with slightly larger attributes. Their pussies were both fully shaved; if there was a close-up photo of their pussies side by side with no other identifying features, I knew they'd be indistinguishable.

"Was he a good lover?"

"Not to start with, but I slowed him down."

"Yeah? What was the best part?"

"Truthfully?"

"Of course, truthfully. I don't want a lie." Her eyes closed and she writhed a bit, grinding her crotch on me.

"The end. When Ted and Alice came home... we didn't hear them at first. I don't know how many times we'd done it, but Jerry was hard again, just not coming very fast. My God, I think after he came the second time, he just never got soft. I was on top," her hands rose to cup my hands and hold them to her breasts, "his hands on my tits, and suddenly they were standing there, in the doorway watching. Jerry never saw them. Alice smiled and winked and turned away, but Ted was watching as I came. Jerry felt good, but with Ted watching... I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

"My wife the exhibitionist. You do like to be watched. How come it took 20 years for us to discover this?"

"I don't know why that turns me on so much. Ever since Maui."

I don't know why I'd never thought of it before. I know Steph had become quite aroused many times with being watched, it just never clicked until then that it was being watched

by Ted

. "Is it being watched that turns you on, or is it being watched by Ted?"

Sometimes not getting an answer to a question is more revealing than getting that answer. I'd asked, but she didn't answer, only to, in return, ask me, "Have you ever cheated on me?"

I shook my head no. "Just that one time,

almost

with Jennifer." Stephanie knew all about my almost indiscretion from multiple years before, I'd confessed it to her immediately afterward.

~

I'd had a nearly two-week-long business trip with my colleague Jennifer. I had always found Jennifer to be exceptionally attractive, but until that time we'd had a strictly professional relationship. We'd never had any interactions outside of work. She lived north of town, we lived south of town; we'd been friendly at work, of that there was no doubt, but she knew I was married, and I knew she was married, and it had never even been flirtatious. The year before that trip Jennifer and her husband shared the table with Steph and me at the company Christmas party. But on this trip, negotiations went long every day, usually ending up with them going to dinner with us before we returned to our hotel. We usually met for a few minutes in my room, to compare notes and prep for the next day, before Jennifer went on to her own room.

Usually.

We broke early afternoon on that Saturday, with no negotiations planned on Sunday, leaving Jennifer and me alone for a day and a half. Not enough time to fly home for the remainder of the weekend, just enough time to hang out with a co-worker if she wanted. After a week of heavy negotiations, we both admitted we really needed the downtime. Jennifer begged out of dinner on Saturday, suggesting we meet up on Sunday instead.

Sunday afternoon I met Jennifer at her room, seeing her in something other than business professional attire, or holiday party attire, for the first time ever. She had on shorts and a form-fitting women's polo-tee that greatly emphasized her bust. In a previous life Jennifer had been a physical fitness trainer, and still had a dynamite hardbody. While I knew that Jennifer had an excellent body (I would have had to have been blind to not know that) her normal conservative dress at work had always hidden how sexy she really was. At least until now.

The steakhouse, right around the corner from the hotel, had an outdoor patio where they sat us. We both ordered Margaritas and then we shared a bottle of wine with dinner. The late afternoon timing was a bit too early for dinner, which meant we were done too early to just call it quits. When we headed back to the hotel, I suggested we stop at the hotel bar for a drink before heading to our rooms. Jennifer agreed, and we had yet another margarita.

"Oh My!" she said as we headed to the elevators, Jennifer grabbing my arm for support. She giggled, "I think you've gotten me drunk."

"Me?" I laughed. "And did I force you to have those margaritas?"

"No," she laughed in return, not relinquishing her grip on my arm. I delivered her to her door, but she stopped before going in, glancing at her cell phone to check the time. "It's still early, I don't feel like going to bed just yet. Want to come in and we can watch a movie?"

In all our interactions, at the office or here on this trip, there had never been any flirtation between us, any hint of a desire for anything else, but we'd never been away for a weekend together, either. This time, with her wearing a form-fitting polo shirt, so different from her normal professional dress, I would be lying if the thought that I was being invited into a sexy woman's room didn't cross my mind. That she was so much smaller than me, and that we'd both imbibed equal amounts of alcohol didn't cross my mind either. Sure, I had a bit of an after-dinner buzz going, but nothing that was going to affect me by morning.

There was a couch and an easy chair in the suite portion of her room, the king-size bed offset in an attached bedroom, but the TV was situated so it mostly faced the couch. I sat on the couch, Jennifer found the remote and standing in front of me and the TV, soon found a showing of

Sweet Home, Alabama

. When I agreed that was acceptable, even though I had seen it with Stephanie before, she turned and stepped back to the couch. She'd slipped her shoes off and sat at the far end, but soon curled her feet up between us, gently pressing them against my legs. I let my hand rest on her calf, just because it was there, and except to rest it on my own leg, there was nowhere else to put it. When she moved her foot a bit and it came to rest against my hand, I began massaging it, again just because it was there. She soon turned a bit, raising her other foot and I recognized it was for me to massage that foot also. "That feels good," she said, virtually all that she'd said since we'd agreed on what show to watch.

We were perhaps halfway through the movie when she pulled her feet back and stood up, walking to the toilet. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush, and the door opened. She walked across the room directly to me and climbed on, straddling my knees.

I would have had to be blind to not recognize she'd taken her bra off, her nipples protruding through her tee shirt, and her areolas plainly visible through the cloth. "I don't want to watch a movie anymore, Paul," she said. Reaching down she gripped my hands and raised them to her breasts. "Do you?"

Fuck.

I couldn't help myself, her nipples exquisite jewels between my fingers. She leaned in further, our lips meeting in a lusty kiss. Her tongue dove into my mouth, I sucked it, hard, all the while my fingers gripping and lifting her tee shirt, her tongue receding, my own tongue following, until she was sucking on my tongue as hard as I had hers seconds before. She lifted her arms as I pulled her tee free from her shorts and I lifted it over her head. "Such gorgeous titties!" I marveled, pulling away from our lusty kiss momentarily before I leaned in and took one of her nipples in my mouth, my hand continuing to fondle her other breast.

"Oh God! Paul!!" She moaned and panted as I swapped to her other breast. "We... we shouldn't be doing this..." she whispered; her hand, forcing its way between our bodies, physically telling me just the opposite of what her mouth was saying. Her fingers slipped over the waist of my pants, behind my belt, searching for my cock. I reached down and rearranged from where it had grown down my pant leg so it was upright in my pants, her entire hand delving into them to grip my rapidly hardening member.

Whether we should or shouldn't be doing this wasn't in my mind as my hand dropped to the top of her shorts, fumbling with the button, and opening them. With her straddling my legs, I couldn't push them off, but it didn't stop my fingers from slipping into the opening of her shorts, finding the top of her panty behind that, and pushing inside. Her pants and panty kept me from easily reaching her vagina, but her "Oh God!" as my finger found her clit told me where I was. "Right there... Oh yes!" she moaned as my finger strummed her clit while sucking her nipple. "Oh Fuck, Paul! Oh my God... Oh my God..."

I felt the buzz in my back pocket almost as much as I heard the quiet chirp of my wife's call tone. I ignored it and a bit later there was a quick buzz telling me someone had left a message.

Just as fast as my thoughts had been interrupted by my wife's call, the sexy body in front of me again had my undivided attention. I pressed her back slightly and she rose, standing, her pants and panty falling to the ground, so Jennifer was now naked in front of me. I leaned forward and again sucked a nipple into my mouth, my hand reaching for her pussy, my finger found and plunged into her heated wetness. Her hand caressed the back of my head, holding me to her breast, until I shifted to her other nipple and again raised my finger from her vagina, now covered with her juices, to caress her clit. Straightening a bit, she pulled away from me just enough to reach for my pants. I pulled back to raise my hips, she caught my pants and pulled them down, my cock springing upward. I tried to return my hands to my sexy colleague's body, but now she pulled away, dropping to her knees, and took my cock in her mouth.

I was just wondering if she was going to suck me off or whether she was going to climb into my lap and slide me inside when my phone rang again, once more my wife's ringtone. Everything I was thinking of doing with Jennifer, to Jennifer, was gone -- suddenly interrupted by this second call. I realized I'd ignored my wife's first call, but a second call so close was a sign that something might be happening, and ignoring a second time would have been... unusual for me. During the day, during business meetings, she knows I'll call back as soon as I'm free, but in the evenings and on the weekend? I pulled my hand from Jennifer's head, where I was holding her forward, as I reached for my pants pocket.

Jennifer never took my cock from her mouth. I composed myself enough to say "Hi, Honey. How're you doing?"

Stephanie was just checking in to say hello at what just happened to be the instant that Jennifer was about to suck me off. I couldn't clear my mind enough to continue the call while receiving Jennifer's oral ministrations and pressed backward against her head. With a wicked grin, she pulled away, rose, and moved forward to straddle my knees once again. She gripped my left hand and guided it to her pussy, her fingers pressing my fingers to her clit. Her hand didn't move away, holding mine in place; Jennifer's experienced fingers guiding mine did the trick, and seconds after I answered the phone, her entire body was shaking in orgasm.

She fell forward against my head, her breasts pushing against my forehead as I continued to hold the phone to my ear. My wife wanted to know what I was doing; I told her that Jennifer and I had gone to dinner and were now watching

Sweet Home, Alabama

which elicited an "Oh! I love that movie. Reese Witherspoon is the best, isn't she?" from Stephanie, followed by "OK, tell Jennifer I say hello and I'll talk with you tomorrow. Goodnight, Honey. I love you."

And, just like that, I knew I couldn't do this. I couldn't cheat on my wife -- at least no more than I already had. No matter that Jennifer was naked, in my lap, obviously in heat and desirous of being fucked, I just couldn't do it. She pushed her breast forward, aligning her nipple with my mouth, but I turned aside. "Jennifer, I can't... not now. You're hot, you're sexy and I want you, but I can't fuck you. I can't cheat on my wife."

I tried to stand, but with her straddling my legs and leaning against me I couldn't stand without her getting off first. I pushed and she reluctantly stood. The look on her face of regret at my rejection was obvious, but I had to leave as I knew if I didn't, I'd want to stay. "I need to go," I said and did. I paused outside, holding her door almost closed as the latch hadn't clicked yet. Just beyond the door my now totally naked co-worker had just attempted to seduce me, had offered herself to me and my cock was massively hard in response. My bout of sanity was rapidly succumbing to the thought of my sexy and naked coworker sinking onto my cock, the thought of delving between her legs to feast on her pussy. My lust took over and I turned to push the door back open, but I must have slightly released my hold on the door, allowing it to completely close, as I heard the click of the latch, now locking me out. I don't know how, but I turned and walked to my room.

Jennifer looked like hell the next morning. She was embarrassed at breakfast and tried to apologize, saying that she'd had way too much to drink and that she couldn't remember ever having been that drunk before. I told her it took two to tango, and I hadn't been rejecting her advances either. As we walked out, I stopped her, putting my hand on her cheek, and told her, "It's OK Jennifer. What happens in Rome stays in Rome."

Of course, it didn't stay just in Rome. Stephanie picked up on my hesitation, or at least understood that something was 'different' when I came back from this 'business meeting' and I confessed how I'd "almost" transgressed.

But the question was always in the back of my mind: was it "almost" a transgression when my sexy co-worker had my cock in her mouth? Even though I'd pulled away and put a stop to it before she sucked me off? Or that I'd fingered her to orgasm while simultaneously talking with my wife on the phone? That I'd stopped outside the door, not going back in

only

because fate had locked me out?

~

"You've got a thing for Ted, don't you?" I said.

"No more than you do for Alice, or she does for you?"

"She has a thing for me?" I queried; a bit mystified that my wife thought so. Sure, I'd admired Alice from afar, but except for visually admiring her body, I didn't think I'd ever made any outward advances on her. It was hard not to admire her body. A twin for her daughter; both were athletic and shapely with gorgeous, firm, tits, and although Jessie was a bit more hard-bodied than her mother, they both reminded me of the actress Ali Larter.

"You think it's just coincidence that she's always glancing your way when she's blowing Ted and we're there? She's mentioned a couple of times that she thinks I got a great catch with you. And besides, I know you think she's pretty hot, too." I didn't deny it, I'd told her several times I thought Alice was a hottie.

"Would you do him if you had the chance?" She didn't answer, confirming my thoughts.

"What about you? Would you do Alice? If I said you could?"

"Like us with Jerry and Jess?" I queried. "Was that a mistake? Being their trainers?" I reached over and caressed her cheek. Her head shook no, and I knew she was saying that it was not a mistake to share with Jerry and Jess.

"When we got married, I didn't think I'd have sex with anyone else ever again. But..." she paused, "but I'm glad we did."

"If there was ever a proposition to... play with them, play with Alice and Ted, have sex with them, would you want to?"

"I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it."

~

May Day didn't hold any special meaning for me before then. I remembered May Poles and May Day dances as a kid, but I hadn't seen a May Day celebration, anywhere, for years. I hadn't particularly thought of what the next step was going to be. Still, once we told everyone that we agreed to be their 'trainers', Ted told us that traditionally "trainers" and "students" got together on May Day, during the day, and the

students

were then presented to the community that evening during the May Day celebration as

adults

.

It was evening by the time that Ted and Alice returned. Jessie and I, sated for the moment, had just gone over to see whether Stephanie and Jerry were still going at it, and it just happened to be within minutes of Ted and Alice returning, finding the 4 of them now in the living room. It seemed out of place for Jerry and Stephanie to be naked while Ted and Alice were still clothed, but Stephanie and Jerry had been in their room when they arrived home. In just minutes that changed, Ted and Alice stepping away and soon returning from their room naked as usual. Alice smiled and looked first at me, and then at Stephanie, before turning her attention to her kids. "You kids doing ok?"

Jess and Jerry both confirmed they were doing just fine -- and that was it. No long inquiries, nothing different than it had been the day before -- except that we all knew that Jerry and Jess were no longer virgins. I suspected that Alice would probably talk with Jess in private some other time as, apparently, they shared most everything sexual -- but for now, that was it.