This is a continuation of the Book Club series. Read chapters 1 and 2 to get caught up.
Again, all characters are fictional and this comes from my own mind. If you are not into hot wives, cuckolding, groups or anal, move on. Otherwise, enjoy.
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My wife came to me and said, "Hey, the ladies of the book club want to have another get away weekend, you know, no guys. We aren't going to the same city, this one is only three hours away, but still, we will be going Friday and Saturday night next week. Is that ok with you?"
"Sure. It will give me a chance to get the back yard cleaned up and the summer stuff put away. Who's all going?"
"Me, Alexis, Emily and Michelle. The usual four. The other ones can't get away that weekend."
"Oh boy, the four of you on your own in a big city? Am I going to have to come and bail you guys out of jail?" I said laughing at the thought of it.
"Seriously? We'll behave. If I remember correctly, you guys enjoyed the last get away just as much as we did."
"We definitely did not enjoy ourselves as much as you four did. If I recall, we were roofied, put in chastity devices, dressed up as women because it was an all girls weekend, watched you each fuck and suck two black guys, and had to clean up a cream pie to earn our release."
"But then you each got to fuck us in the ass. That's the part I remember you enjoying."
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When my wife got home on Sunday afternoon, I was watching a football game. She came in the house and really didn't say much or even come in to the living room, which was odd because she always comes and gives me a kiss when she gets home. She usually can't wait to tell me how her trip went. We are in our early fifties and have a rock solid marriage and we have reached a point where we are experimenting and trying new things, and that is what this book club is all about. Expanding our horizons.
I went to the bedroom and found her unpacking from the weekend. "Hey, welcome home. How was your women's getaway?"
"Great. We had a blast and did some shopping. Ate some good food and sat in the hot tub at the hotel. Nothing major. We didn't need any bail money."
I moved in to give her a hug and a kiss and when I hugged her tight, she winced slightly. "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, that hurt my back. Must be tweaked from riding in the car. It'll be fine tomorrow, I'm sure."
I went back to watching my football game and she stayed in the room until dinner. When she came out, she was wearing a real baggy sweatshirt, not the most attractive thing she owns, but after being alone for two days I didn't care. She was sexy as hell to me.
Later when we were watching tv, she told me to strip. "Right here in the living room? You always think the neighbors are watching."
"It's dark and I think you deserve a little attention. If you don't want it, then I guess you can wait until tomorrow."
I shed my clothes faster than she has ever seen and my cock was already stiffening. She had me lean back on the couch and proceeded to give me a blowjob. "What is this all about? You never want to do this anymore."
"I just felt that you needed this. You know, clothed female, naked male. Isn't that one of your fantasies?"
"Yeah, but you've never wanted to do that before."
"Well, I do now, so quit talking and enjoy yourself."
She proceeded to give me the best blowjob of our marriage. She licked it up and down like a lollipop, swirling her tongue over the tip and sucking all the pre cum she could get. Then she would swoop down and deep throat me all the way to my balls and suck me for all she was worth. Then, the lollipop routine again. I felt my orgasm nearing and said, "I'm close. You might want to back off or you're going to get a mouthful."
She didn't slow down, and in fact, she increased her pace and I shot my load deep down her throat. I can't tell you how long it had been since that happened. Not that we didn't have great sex, she just hates giving blow jobs and certainly doesn't like to swallow.
She cleaned up and said, "Why don't you go to bed. I am going to stay up and read my book a little and you have to work in the morning."
When I got home Monday from work, she was wearing a different baggy sweatshirt and kind of kept her distance and really focused on cooking dinner. Again when I gave her a hug, she winced slightly. After dinner it was the same routine. She ordered me to strip and gave me another wonderful blow job and swallowed that time as well. I went to bed before her again, and was up and gone before she even awoke the next morning.
Tuesday was the same. Not that I was minding this, but something was definitely not right. I decided that I would not accept the blow job and find out what the hell was going on.
"Alright, what is going on? You are willing to give me a third blow job in a row. That is so not like you. Ever since you got back from your women's weekend getaway you have been distant and you wince when I hug you. What the hell happened that has you so scared of me, but yet, willing to suck me off?"
She was obviously visibly upset and didn't know where to go. "Ok, I'll tell you what happened over the weekend. I don't really know how to explain everything, but I'll start at the beginning."
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"Friday night we arrived at the hotel, we were staying at this little boutique hotel downtown, near the shopping district so we didn't have to drive far. Lots of good restaurants nearby as well. We went out to eat and got back to the hotel and decided to have a few in the hotel bar."
After a couple, a third round showed up. We told the waitress we didn't order them and she pointed at a group of younger guys and said they did. They made their way over and literally surrounded us. They must have been half our age. They all just graduated from university somewhere in Italy and were travelling around the US to see the country. They were very nice and friendly and spoke good English. They were fun to talk to.
"I really don't see anything wrong with that. They bought you a drink."
"They said that they were really surprised and pleased with how friendly the people were here in America, especially the women."
They wanted to keep buying us drinks, but we decided to head back to our rooms and get some sleep. The drive and the liquor were taking their effect. They asked if they could see us tomorrow and Alexis, said, "We're shopping in the morning, but you never know, we might be around tomorrow night."
"Again, nothing here is odd. You four are very attractive and sexy women and these youngsters were showing you that. You should be proud."
So, Saturday we went shopping. Hit the usual spots and then Emily said, "Let's hit Victoria's Secret. We can get new outfits for tonight and new swimsuits. The hotel has a huge hot tub and due to the fact that is very boutique, there probably won't be any kids there."
When we got back to the hotel, we all put on our new string bikinis. I get it, we're in our fifties, but damnit we can still rock. To say these new bikinis were small is an understatement. The bottoms were not quite a thong, but as close as you can get without actually calling it that, and the front was just a little triangle. Thank God I waxed before we went. The tops weren't much better in that they barely covered my nipples, let alone my boobs. I was practically hanging out. When I walked out in to the hallway with the other women, they all looked the same. I'm not going to lie, we all looked at each other and felt sexy as hell.
We stopped in the lobby at the convenience store and bought several little bottles of wine for each of us to drink while we lounged in the hot tub. Every single guy in the lobby was staring at the four of us as we walked through to get to the pool area. When we got there the tables were nowhere near the hot tub so we had to leave our stuff across the pool area. Not a big deal, but we would have to walk across the entire area to get back to our stuff, and more wine.
"I like how this is going. You ladies were dressed to thrill, and you did. Still not seeing what you are upset about."
After awhile, we got hot and were sitting up on the side of the hot tub. We didn't hear the door open but the group of guys from Italy came in and sat down on the edge with us. They were all wearing speedo type swimsuits that really hid nothing. They were all in great shape and were all flaunting their packages. Not that any were huge, but they left nothing to the imagination. There were eight of them so they split up and two sat by each of us.
We kept drinking the wine and had to get up and go get more. It was exciting knowing these young guys were checking out our asses and tits every time we got up and walked across the pool area. Anyway, we got back down in the water and kept drinking. The young men kept talking and touching us and were very friendly, must be a European thing. They were very complimentary about our suits.
