Her husband and an unwitting friend fuel her fantasy
My husband Nick and I have been married for 6 years. Our sex life is probably typical of most married couples. We both work, and with a house to take care of, and friends, and hobbies, it's hard to find time for those wild fuck-fests we enjoyed when we were dating.
At least we are both pretty open about sex... no particular hang-ups, and we enjoy a very active shared fantasy life. It started years ago, when we began reading erotic stories to one another before sex. After a while we moved on to making up stories, or just little scenarios. One night Nick might describe me being ravaged by half a dozen men (as he attempts to penetrate and stimulate me in as many ways as possible). Another time I might describe how my best friend, Alyssa, seduces him (as I ride his hard cock).
I've noticed the stories that get Nick hottest are the ones involving the two of us with another woman. I'm kind of bi-curious myself, so those stories turn me on as well. But crossing that bridge in real life, if it ever happens, is still in the future.
No, the story I want to tell started when I won a vacation getaway through a promotion my company was running. The prize included airfare and the use of a bungalow on the beach in Maui for a week. There were no strings attached - it wasn't one of the bullshit timeshare sales trips.
Nick and I had been talking a lot about being more social and seeing more of our friends. We'd also just enjoyed a very romantic vacation in Mexico. So we decided we'd invite someone to share the bungalow with us. It turned out that the couples we knew couldn't get away, so Nick suggested we ask his friend Dan. I actually like Dan a lot. He's an easy-going guy, and since he broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago, he is often the "third wheel" when Nick and I are looking for some company. And he enthusiastically agreed to join us for a week in Maui!
You probably have some idea where this story is going. Well, I didn't! It really just started as friends sharing a vacation get-away. But if you want the hot parts of the story (and I'm sure you do), read on.
The plane trip to Maui was uneventful, and we had a rental car waiting for the drive across the island to the bungalow. The bungalow colony itself was a little disappointing. It was in an older area with a rocky beach, littered with seaweed, and the buildings were quite run down. There was a very small sitting room with worn furniture, a veranda, a bathroom, and a tiny kitchenette. There was a bedroom with its own bathroom, and a smaller bedroom with two double beds, clearly intended for kids. Dan graciously tossed his bags in the "kids" room without any discussion.
The "luxurious public facilities" consisted of a small swimming pool, a shuffleboard court (with no equipment to be found), and a building housing the office, a ping-pong table, a few coin operated laundry machines, an ice machine and a Coke machine.
On the plus side, the place was right on the beach, and there was a shuttle to the big hotels with the prime beaches, restaurants, and facilities. And hey - how bad can a free week in Maui be?
After the plane flight and the drive, it was already late in the day, so after dropping off our stuff we drove to the nearby village for a quick "Hawaiian Barbeque" dinner, then headed back to get a good night's sleep.
The next morning we drove back into the village to stock up on groceries. Nick and Dan made sure we had plenty of liquor. We also rented snorkeling gear for the week. We had an early lunch at the Hawaiian Barbeque, hauled our stuff back to the bungalow, and then decided to catch the shuttle down to the hotel area, which had the best beaches for snorkeling.
The snorkeling was really fantastic. The hotels were located right by a big reef, which attracted every kind of fish imaginable. We spent a couple of hours excitedly exploring underwater, pointing out the most beautiful fish, and sometimes surfacing so we could talk and share things we had seen.
Finally we made our way back to our blanket and towels on the beach. I told Nick to hold still while I put a fresh layer of suntan lotion on him. I took my time and made sure I reached everywhere... I didn't want our trip spoiled by sunburn! I even slid my hands a little under his swim trunks to be sure to get everywhere.
He then returned the favor, rubbing a generous sheath of lotion onto my skin. He slid his hands well under the top of my swimsuit, even tweaking my nipples. When he slid his hand down into my bikini bottom I hissed at him, "Nick!"
He pulled his hand out with a grin and smacked my ass, declaring, "You're done, babe! Dan, can I do you old buddy?" he said with a comical leer.
"Uh, no thanks man, I'm good."
I shook my head. "Men! You'd rather get a sunburn than have another guy touch you! Here, give me that lotion. Dan, lie down on the towel."
Dan quickly obeyed, and I started to rub the lotion onto his back. Dan is built a lot like my husband. People sometimes mistake them for brothers. They are both a little over 6 feet tall, well built without being muscle-bound. They'd been on their college soccer team together, and they had both stayed in shape.
I certainly liked watching Dan, and fantasized about him sometimes, but I'd never really had any serious feelings for him. And yet, I felt almost giddy when I started to rub the lotion on him. His body was firm and strong and muscular, his skin smooth and warm from the sun. It glistened where I rubbed the lotion. I began to massage it in, rubbing more than I needed to, and he relaxed with a sigh.
I was starting to get excited myself... that feeling that isn't outright arousal, but the excitement of flirting and enjoying a man's body. I worked on his back for as long as I could, and then moved down, rubbing the lotion on his calves and up the back of his thighs. I slipped my hands up the legs of his trunks, wondering how far I dared go. He squirmed a little, and I pulled my hands back.
"Alright, roll over... let me get your front."
"Uh, that's OK Tracy, I'll get the rest. Thanks, that was great!"
Dan took the bottle of lotion and quickly sat up, his back to me, and started vigorously applying the lotion to his arms and chest. I suddenly realized that he didn't want me to know he had an erection! I felt my skin instantly flush, and at the same time felt my nipples stiffening. I realized that I was also getting seriously turned on.
Embarrassed, I turned quickly to Nick, and saw him sitting a few feet away, watching me. He gave me a wink and turned away with an enigmatic smile.
The three of us relaxed in the sun for a while. I tried desperately not to think about Dan's body, but found myself, again and again, gazing at his chest, his thighs, or even his crotch. I caught him staring at me more than once, and I could clearly see the outline of his partially erect cock under his shorts.
Eventually we decided to head back to the bungalow. A lifeguard told us it was a walk of several miles along the beach back to the bungalow colony, if we didn't want to wait for the shuttle. He also said there was a place along the way, right on the beach, where we could stop and get something to eat.
There was a nice breeze and the beach was beautiful, so we gathered our stuff and started walking. Once we got away from the hotel area, it was pretty deserted. We walked for about an hour, talking, laughing, and splashing in the surf. Of course at one point I splashed Nick, and then he tried to splash me but ended up getting Dan, and then both guys tossed me in, We tumbled together for a bit and got out, cool and refreshed.
We found the eating place we'd heard about from the lifeguard. It was an informal local restaurant, where we sat at an outdoor counter with a few other people to eat, and nobody seemed to mind that we were covered with sand and sea-salt.
We each had a couple of mai tais, and were feeling great when we continued up the beach. The sun was starting to go down. There were sparkling waves crashing on the shore, and palm trees swaying in the breeze. It was a perfect romantic walk along the beach.
Except, rather than romantic feelings for my husband, all I could think about was Dan. I guess the drinks had lowered my inhibitions, because I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and all I could think of was having his body on top of me and his cock sliding into me.
My swimsuit had dried, and the fabric was stimulating my stiff nipples, as I grew more and more aroused. I was relieved when we saw the bungalows a short distance up the beach.
The place was nice and cool when we walked in. Nick had left the air conditioning running all afternoon. We dropped our stuff, and Dan moved into the kitchenette, where he quickly mixed another round of mai tais with the supplies we'd brought in earlier.
We quickly downed our drinks, and feeling a little dehydrated, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Nick called out that he was feeling itchy from the dried salt water, and headed to the bathroom off our room to take a shower.
I nearly bumped into Dan when I turned around. He'd followed me into the kitchen to get some water for himself.
We stood there for a moment, inches apart, and then he leaned down and kissed me. Between the arousal that had been building all day, and the drinks I'd consumed, there was no way I could resist that kiss. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over his lips. He responded to the invitation by thrusting his tongue into my mouth and pulling me close against him.
I melted into him, his strong arms half supporting me. I could feel his rigid cock press between us, and I ground my hips against him. I felt his hand squeezing my tit, and an electric jolt raced through me as his palm brushed over my stiff nipple.
I started to moan into his mouth as we kissed. I wanted him to pull my top off and feel his hand on my naked flesh. I wanted to feel his cock in me.
"Oh wow," he said, pulling away. "That was way over the line. Tracy, I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say."
It took me several long seconds for me to get my hormones under control and reply.
