I Need To Tell You Something

When Carol returned home late at night from a night out with her girlfriends, I was in bed and sat reading my book.

I usually did this, in case she had to ring me to collect her for some reason or another.

Finally, I heard her coming up stairs to the bedroom and greeted her with my usual question, "Did you have a good evening sweat heart?"

She looked at me, then said, "I need to tell you something."

My heart started to race, had she been attacked, was she okay. She looked good, no torn clothes, but she was certainly troubled.

She began to undress, folding each item or hanging it onto a hanger, but saying nothing more.

"Well, what is it you need to tell me? I hope you are not going to tell me you are leaving me; you've found someone new."

She looked at me as she released her breasts and placed the bra onto the chair next to the bed.

"Leaving you, no, well not for long anyway."

She then dropped her knickers, took them to the washing basket, then came over to the bed, and pulling back the covers, got in besides me, but didn't slide down into the bed as usual, but adjusted her position, half turning to me, and looking at me. I took my eyes from her magnificent tits and tried to replace them with my hands.

She slapped my hands away then said, "You need to listen to what I want to tell you, there will be plenty of time for that after."

It was now my turn to turn and face her, wondering what the hell was so important.

"Okay, I'm listening." I said, a little put out that I couldn't fondle the beauties I could see so very close to my hand.

"Well Martin, I have been struggling to start this conversation for a while now, but as the girls said tonight, I have now got no choice, but to tell you. I am going on holiday with my five buddies for a week."

I was stunned by this, and the more I processed the information, I was getting a little angry

"By that statement, you have this all planned, and I don't fit into this subject at all."

She leaned forward and put her hand on my chest, but I pushed it away. "There may be plenty of time for that after I have heard the rest of your plans."

Carol withdrew her hand, then said, "I wanted to tell you but I kept putting it off. I knew you wouldn't be very happy about it, but I wanted to join them after they told me what a great time, they had last year. Then when they suggested that I join them, I just went along with it."

"Well, you're not asking me if I mind you going, you aren't saying 'us' in this, just you. So, why are you wanting to go away with them?"

She didn't reply at once, and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. "Okay," she said as she came to a decision. "I get on really well with them all, we go out together one day every month, and have a lot of laughs together. Yes, you know I dance with other men if we go to a club, or get chatted up by fellows who think we are on the lookout for a quickie that our husbands wouldn't know about, but I always tell you about it and we get a bit raunchy if I explain that one guy felt my tits as we did a slow dance, or he squeezed my ass."

"I interrupted her, and said, "Yes, it's a perk for them, you say it's just that, and we usually have a good fuck after you tell me, because you are randy and have an itch that I like to scratch. But how does this equate to going on holiday for a week with four or is it five, girlfriends?"

"Five, I will make it six."

"Six women going on holiday without their husbands, to; oh yes; you haven't said that yet have you?"

"We are going to southern Spain to a resort that the rest of them have been to before."

"Spain, in a resort, plenty of wine, spirits flowing, skimpy bikinis on display, any bloke there is going to think you are asking to be fucked."

She looked at me and then as good as slit my throat by saying, "Exactly."

It took a long time to stop hyperventilating, but then I finally got my brain back. "Exactly! You mean you are going on holiday with that intention, to get a bloke interested and let him fuck you?"

"Yes, but not just one, if possible, at least six different guys."

I shook my head, and said, "No, no, no. It's not going to happen, no way."

"Listen Martin, hear me out. For sometime now, we have been telling each other stories of someone else fucking me, and we get off on it with an unusually high climax. Well now is our chance to enjoy the real thing."

"For you to enjoy the real thing. You are forgetting, I am the husband who legally fucks you and who's prick is staying home here. There is nothing for me, it's for you, and the lucky fucker who gets you to drop your knickers for him to...," I paused, then said, "I don't want to say anymore, I don't like it and it isn't going to happen."

"I have the flight tickets and the resort booking is all paid for."

"Then cancel it."

"I would not get my money back if I did that, and I really want to go."

I looked at her, then dropped my eyes to her tits, her breasts were rising and falling as she tried to work out what to say next.

"Look, let me tell you something else about this arrangement. All of the girl's husbands know that this will happen, they are quite happy to let the girls go. They come home from the holiday and fuck their husbands until they are worn out."

"We don't need this to stimulate our sex life, we get going quite a lot still, without needing other studs to push their cocks up inside you."

"But there is more, we go in May, then the men go in September. The girls stay at home knowing that their men are going to put their cocks up as many females as they can in a week."

I looked at her, the way her breasts were rising and falling in her excitement telling me all of this.

"They've been doing this for several years now. A different resort each year, but the same agreed system, the girls go in May, then the men go in September."

"I wouldn't have thought that Gary Spencer was a swinger, but if what you are saying is true, he has never mentioned it to me."

"Clive Trent, you also know. None of them will say a thing, but each year they go together."

"This doesn't make it right Carol, and if it's May, that must be very soon you were planning on going, or were you just going to go, and message me, that you are in Spain, being fucked by someone you just met, and you'll be home on Saturday."

"No, it was never going to be like that. I have never cheated on you, and I know you haven't on me. But I want to go, and with your blessing, and I want you to give me your permission to enjoy all of the facilities, and that means other men's cocks, while I am there."

"How long before you were hoping to go?"

"Nine day's time."

"No wonder you needed to talk to me."

"There is one other thing that you should know, and it might help you through your torment."

"Go on."

"After you men come back from the resort in September, then in October, we draw lots, and each wife goes to stay the night with one of the other husbands, and that goes on until, she has been fucked by all of their husbands. This way, they keep it a tight and closed group."

I looked at Carol, and she grinned.

"So, are we up for it," and drew the covers back from my body, then said, "it looks as if I am flying out on Thursday next week."