Evening of Temptations

EVENING OF TEMPTATIONS

My wife Janice and I were driving back from a conference at Lake Tahoe, returning to our home near Sacramento. We were driving through the mountains when I mentioned a place where we had stayed before we were married.

"You remember the night we stayed at that motel in the mountains?"

She laughed, "How could I forget it. I was sore for a week."

"I couldn't get enough of you."

She laughed again, "You sure were horny." Then she said, "You made me feel so good when you wanted me that much."

"I still do. If my dick could match what is on my mind, you'd never get out of bed."

"Oh really? What would you do to me?"

"Well, I'd start by putting my lips on every inch of your body. I'd suck your toes."

"You haven't done that in a while."

"Then, I'd kiss your legs and put my lips on the inside of your thighs and tease you."

"You drive me crazy when you do that. I want you to eat my pussy, but you tease me."

"Your pussy gets really juicy. I like putting my face in your crotch and licking every little part of your wonderful cunt."

"You are good at eating pussy."

I said, "Better than what's his name?" An old boyfriend from before we met.

"Definitely. You're world class, although I haven't had much experience in that regard."

"Maybe you'd like to try someone else." We frequently teased each other about fooling around.

She said, "Maybe. Let me think of who we know that would like to eat my pussy."

"Your boss at work?"

She laughed, "Old Hastings would have a heart attack."

"What about that guy, Bob something, who you work with?"

"That's an interesting idea. Would you like me to come home after he's eaten my pussy? Maybe I'd let him fuck me too." She was teasing like she often did.

We continued to drive and Janice said, "I think I remember where that motel was. Why don't we spend the night there?"

We would have a long drive to get home and had contemplated staying somewhere for the night. She was in a sexy mood and had me aroused, so I agreed that we should look for the motel. We didn't have to get home until late the next day.

Janice fiddled with her phone and GPS. She started to give me directions. As usual with the GPS, we took all sorts of shortcuts on county roads and such. It took over an hour, but we found it.

The motel was nothing special except for our memories of a night of rabid sex in our younger years. It was in a remote location, near some wildlife refuges and national forests.

But, darn it, the sign said 'No Vacancy'. It was late in the afternoon and we weren't in the mood to look for another motel. There was nothing else close. I decided to see if there might be a cancellation or something.

Janice and I went into the lobby and said hello to the young lady behind the desk.

I said, "We saw the no vacancy sign, but thought there might still be a room available."

She said, "Well, the nature group booked the entire motel. Are you with them?"

Janice said, "Yes. We're with that group." A harmless fib. If we stayed, that would make us part of the group.

Well, the young lady handed us the registration forms and a key card. She said, "The group is meeting in the atrium at eight o'clock. There is a restaurant in the motel if you are hungry. It closes in half an hour."

I filled in the forms, delighted to have gotten a room and looking forward to some uninhibited sex with my wonderful wife.

We went to our room and I stripped Janice. She has the nicest tits, C or D-cup, I don't know, but they are fleshy and she has the most wonderful dark pink areolas and nipples. I love to watch them jiggle. She puts them in my face and sways them back and forth, batting me with her lovely mounds.

Janice has a nice pussy. I don't want her to shave. I like the wild, scruffy look with her triangular patch and the pubic hairs all over her pussy lips. The dark hair mixes with the deep pink of her vulva and is just so erotic. I'm drawn to her pussy and eating her out is my favorite thing, with fucking her a very close second.

I had my face in my wife's cunt, licking her, when she said, "We should eat."

I said, "I am eating."

She said, "No. Real food. The restaurant is about to close."

She had a point.

She added, "We should at least see what this nature group is about. There are some really nice mountains around here."

I reluctantly pulled away from her pussy.

She said, "Wash your face so it doesn't smell like my cunt."

I refused. "I like the taste in my mouth. It's my appetizer."

"You're a pervert."

We dressed and made our way downstairs to the restaurant. The tables were all occupied; we were invited to sit at a table with two couples. They introduced themselves as Sylvia and David; Connie and Raoul.

"You must be new." David said.

Janice nodded, "We are."

Connie smiled and said, "Well we hope to get to know you better." Her tone intimated at something more than just casually getting to know us.

Sylvia reminded us, "Things start at eight, right after dinner."

David said, "Don't eat too much for dinner and spoil your appetite."

Janice and I just had soup and a salad, matching what the others were eating. They already had consumed two bottles of wine and ordered two more. We joined them and were a bit buzzed by the time we finished dinner.

Once we finished dinner, I was a little surprised when Raoul pulled out a funny cigarette and lit it. He took a puff and passed it to his wife Connie. I was amazed that they were smoking dope in the restaurant, but they were doing the same at other tables. I took a big toke when it was my turn and handed it to Janice. She'd never had marijuana before and took a big puff into her lungs. It was good stuff.

"You have to try the brownies too." Sylvia said.

Sylvia was a blonde, a voluptuous blonde. She had big boobs that were straining to escape from the halter top she was wearing. She was obviously not wearing a bra as evidenced by the outline of her big nipples on her top. She had a pretty smile and her long blonde hair shimmered in the dim light. The impolite thought of whether she was a natural blonde entered my mind. Her husband Dave was about my size, younger and more fit. He had a full head of hair and a light beard.

Connie was athletic, thin, with long legs. She was wearing short shorts and her legs were right next to me. My eyes traced them up to where they entered her shorts, wondering what was hidden beneath. She wasn't wearing a bra either. Her loose white blouse concealed her nice little breasts that jiggled under the thin material. Raoul was a brown-skinned guy, possibly South American, judging from his accent. Hearing him speak was delightful. I know Janice likes hearing men with foreign accents. She was always hot to trot when we took our trip to Europe and she encountered all those smooth-talking men. We would go back to our hotel and I would pretend to be some stranger with and accent seducing her. She loved it.

Sylvia was talking quietly with Janice. I heard her say, "Don't feel pressured to join in anything. We're an informal group, so just take your time and choose what you want to do."

I presumed she was talking about hiking and such. I was wrong.

We hit the head, then all adjourned to the large atrium in the center of the hotel. It was closed off from the lobby by two sets of double doors. The atrium was dimly lit and there were stations with food and drink all around. There were a couple of bartenders, good looking young guys, wearing tight t-shirts.

The crowd was lively, with different groups gathered together. We got a drink and at Sylvia's suggestion, tried a brownie. Wow! It hit me like a truck and my head was spinning in a delightful high. Janice had one too. She was laughing and really enjoying herself.

When she pulled me aside and I said, "I wonder what this is all about."

My wife said, "I think we're at a swingers party."

I said, "I was wondering myself."

Janice asked, "What should we do?"

I said, "I don't know. What do you think?"

She said, "We shouldn't be rude and admit we are here under false pretenses."

I agreed. "Let's just stay a while. Maybe we'll see something interesting."

Janice said, "I know you'd think Sylvia's tits would be interesting."

She was right about that.

There was dancing in the center of the atrium, mostly peppy songs, but a few slow ones. There were a lot of provocative moves, with the women shaking different parts of their anatomy and such. I definitely noticed the asses of a number of the women and saw men's hands roaming freely over their partner's butts. There were a number of braless beauties in the group. Couples were switching partners after each song. Janice and I danced a few times, enjoying the lively scene. We hadn't danced like this in years and with our senses enhanced from the brownies, were really having a good time.

We met a few other people and after a bit, found ourselves off to the side with our four friends from dinner. We were sitting around a coffee table on chairs and two couches.

Connie pointed out, "The activity rooms are down that hallway."

Janice and I nodded, imagining what activities they were talking about.

We all migrated to the dance floor again. The music was slower now and after the first dance, we switched partners. Janice was with Raoul and I was with Sylvia. We danced close and I felt her bosom against my chest. I was developing a hard-on and tried to keep from pressing it against Sylvia's stomach. When I danced the next song with Connie, she had her arms around my neck and pressed into me, feeling my undisciplined cock against her belly. She pulled herself closer and straddled my leg. I noticed Raoul and David taking terms getting familiar with my wife. She was pressed tightly against them. Their hands were on the top of her hip, occasionally sliding down onto her ass, squeezing her cheeks. I was sure she was feeling their cock against her belly and she was pressing her pussy against their thighs.

I danced the next number with Janice and asked how she was doing. She said, "I'm so nervous."

"Do you want to leave?"

"Not yet. I'm having fun. Let's see what happens." Janice likes to dance, so I wasn't surprised that she wanted to stay. The effect of the wine and the brownies was obvious.

We noticed that the crowd was getting quieter, but more importantly, a few of the women had gotten topless. I was entranced with the numerous tits around the room and tried not to look like a letch. A woman right next to us had a nice set and Janice pulled my face to look at her, not the tits.

Janice said, "I'm so nervous. Women are getting topless and Raoul and David have their hands all over me."

"I saw."

She said, "They both have hard-ons. It makes me so hot when a guy gets a boner because of me."

I had my leg between her thighs, feeling the heat in her pussy.

When we saw Connie begin to remove her top, Janice asked, "What should I do?"

I said, "Maybe take off your blouse. Your bra is no different than your swim suit."

She nodded and unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it off her shoulders and threw it onto a chair. Her dark nipples and areolas were visible through her thin bra, even in the dimly lit room.

I was suddenly presented with multiple options of what to look at. Sylvia had bared her beauties, two magnificent tits. I was tempted to just reach out and grab them. Connie's pretty breasts were on display as well. They were very nice and proportionate to her figure. She had long dark hair and her brown nipples peaked a pair of magnificent breasts.

The men were removing their shirts. It seemed like an excellent idea, so I followed suit, hoping to have some naked breasts rubbing against me.

We switched partners and I found Sylvia in my arms, with her big tits pressed into my chest.

Looking around the room, most of the women were topless, so I shouldn't have been surprised when I turned and saw that Janice had removed her bra and joined them. I realized I had an aching hard-on, seeing my wife half-naked in a room full of people. What's more, she was pressed against David. Her naked tits were mashed against his chest. Her arms were around his neck. He kissed her and she kissed him back. My head was swimming from the brownies and what was happening. My wife was half-naked, dancing with a stranger. His thigh was between her legs, pressing against her hot pussy.

Sylvia reached up and kissed me. My hands roamed over her back and I felt her warm breasts and her tight nipples against my chest. I was as hard as a rock.

Then, I saw that Raoul was dancing with my wife and his chest was against hers. His hand moved down over her butt. She was wearing slacks. His hand slid under the waist band of her pants, down onto her ass. I couldn't tell if he was under her panties or not, but I saw his hand fondling her ass under her clothing. They were kissing passionately. My wife was being seduced before my eyes.

Janice and I had experimented with others, but we had never swapped. We'd done some soft swinging with friends of ours and I know my friend Archie had stripped her to the waist and played with her tits. We'd gone to a nude beach in Europe and I remembered how hot it was seeing my wife walk around naked with many men and women ogling her body. We had ravenous sex that night. But what was happening in this mountain motel was beyond anything we had done. We'd read stories about it and enjoyed a porno flick or two about swapping, but had never discussed actually doing it. If we continued, my wife was probably going to get fucked by another man, maybe more than one. The thought scared me, but also aroused me. I looked at Janice and she was having a good time. I like making her happy, so I wasn't about to spoil her fun. I was having fun myself, pressing against Connie's and Sylvia's tits.

Then, other couples became involved and I lost sight of Janice for a while. When I saw her again, she was dancing with a black man. Her milky white skin contrasted with his dark features. More importantly, she had lost her slacks and was dancing in her panties, with little socks on her feet. He was in his underwear too. She was essentially humping the dude's black thigh, her pale legs wrapped around his muscular leg. Just as the dance was about to end, the guy kissed her and slid his hand under my wife's panties and grasped her bare ass. Her panties pulled down to show the top of her ass crack as they broke apart. The guy was going to take her off the dancefloor when I stepped in, taking her hand for the next dance.

Janice was as high as a kite, from the marijuana and the sexual excitement. She rubbed her tits against me. We kissed. She was squirming all over me, rubbing her body against mine like a cat in heat.

"Why are you still wearing pants?" She asked.

Then, without waiting for my answer, she undid my belt and pulled down my pants, right on the edge of the dance floor. I went to take them off and she made sure my underwear came with them. There were other naked men on the dance floor, but I was still embarrassed at being naked. My dick was standing out straight and bouncing around. Janice pushed into me and my dick pressed against her belly.

"Are you having a good time?" I asked. Duh!

"What do you think?"

"I've never seen you like this."

"I've never felt like this. That black guy was rubbing his cock against me. Did you see how big it was?"

I hadn't noticed. "He looked like he wanted you to go with him."

Janice, my dear wife, said, "Yeah. He wanted to take me off and fuck me."

"Were you going to go?"

She smiled and said, "What do you think?" Then she kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.

We danced a while and she said, "We've fantasized about this, but I never thought we do it."

"Do you want to?"

"Only if you want me to." She was asking if I wanted her to fuck other men.

"It's up to you." I said.

She said, "Don't you want to put your cock between Sylvia's tits?"

"Well, yes."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

I said, "Actually, I'd rather fuck Connie."

She said, "I like Raoul. His cock was pressing into my belly when he was feeling my ass."

"Do you want him?"

"I do, but only if it's okay with you."

The moment of truth. My wife was asking permission to fuck other men.

She added, "I want you to watch. You like those movies where the husband watches his wife get fucked."

She was right about that.

She continued, "Do you want to watch some stud shove his cock into my cunt, watch me get fucked in a room full of people?"

I nodded, looking at her with love and lust. My dick was so hard it ached.

We drifted off the dance floor and she reached down and grabbed my cock. We kissed as she pulled my cock between her legs, rubbing it against her slit. I could feel the heat in her crotch.

She looked at me, asking permission. I just nodded. She kissed me, slipping her tongue into my mouth. Then she walked away. I watched her panty-covered ass wiggle. She was beautiful. I held my dick as I watched her.

I saw her join Raoul on the dance floor. He was naked. I noticed his prick against her belly. It was definitely bigger than mine. Seeing my wife rubbing against another man's big cock inspired a little jealousy in me. They moved away, back to the area where our other friends were gathered.

David was returning to the group and said, "We have a room."

He led the six of us down the hall into one of the motel rooms. There were two double beds and a porno was playing on the TV. Connie was naked and Sylvia was wearing just her skimpy panties. I was focused on my wife; her tits were jiggling and her ass was swaying. She was beautiful and I knew I was about to watch her get fucked by another man. I wanted to watch her lose her inhibitions and come with another man's cock in her.

I watched Raoul take my pretty wife into the far bed. They pulled down the covers and she laid back, her pale skin contrasting with the pure white sheets. His darker body pressed against hers. Her panties slid down her legs and Raoul moved between her legs; she willingly spread herself for him. I watched intently as he moved up and slid his cock into my previously faithful wife's married cunt. He was wearing a condom. She looked into his eyes as she accommodated his prick. He began to hump, fucking her with a purposeful rhythm. A few hours earlier, we had innocently been driving on the highway and now my wife was getting fucked in the midst of an orgy.

Seeing your wife take another man's cock for the first time is one of those things you always remember. The look on her face, the movement of the man, her legs spread apart welcoming him, all are unforgettable. His body was pressed against her, his chest meshed with her pretty breasts. Something she had only given to you was now being shared with a stranger. He would know the pleasure of having his penis inside her, feeling the warmth and wetness of her vagina, the tip of his penis reaching deep into her body. Unforgettable.

My attention was diverted by Sylvia taking my cock into her mouth. She was sitting on a chair while the beds were occupied by David and Connie, Janice and Raoul. Sylvia's mouth was nice and warm and she distracted me from looking at my wife. I played with Sylvia's huge tits while her mouth did a number on my cock. She deep-throated me. Janice had never learned to do that.

I noticed that my wife and Raoul were fully involved. She was moaning and he was rutting her with deliberate strokes. His ass pumped up and down. She didn't have any problem taking his cock, which was much bigger than mine. Her tits shook each time he rammed into her. Seeing all that put me over the edge and I came in Sylvia's mouth. She pulled off so that some of my cum landed on her breasts. She rubbed my dick over her face and her tits, holding my balls, while looking at me with pure lust.