Kay and Chris were rebuilding their marriage. Kay had been unfaithful. Not just a one-night-stand, or a casual affair, but by joining a swingers' site, getting involved in kinky sex, threesomes, sex parties and even being paid for sex.
Many husbands might have slung her out of the door, but Chris decided on a different approach. As they still loved one another, they decided to try again. This time, however, Chris wanted his fantasies to be catered for as well. As a result, they got kinky, joined a site for swingers to meet, had sex on webcam for anyone to watch, met couples on webcam and ultimately found a woman to join them for sex.
To date, it had been hugely successful. The woman who joined them had, coincidentally, been a work colleague of Chris's, and despite initial concerns, all went incredibly well, and they decided to meet up regularly.
However, their exploits were not over. Kay was willing to keep moving ahead and continuing the experiences she had previously tried - she found it so much more satisfying with her husband, and she felt respected and protected. Chris just wanted to keep living his 'bucket list'.
Since their threesome, things at Chris's work had picked up. Mel, who had joined them for an all-night session of fucking and sucking had resumed her original work persona - a little flirty, but professional - and work and private lives were kept firmly apart. Exactly as they wanted.
"Okay, Mel," Chris declared, wearily, "you've got everything you need for next week, and you're sure you'll be OK?"
She checked a couple of files and replied: "Yes, thanks. I'll research the motivation aspect and liaise with the company. Shouldn't be a problem. Have a good week. How long is it since you had a holiday?"
Chris smiled. "Almost three years. Since ... well ... you know." Mel knew about Kay and Chris's marital problems, and was aware that they had not been away for the duration of them. She smiled sweetly.
"Make the most of it. I'll pop in to your house a couple of times, just to make sure everything's OK, then see you Saturday night."
Chris smiled. It had been three weeks since their first threesome, and they had agreed to get together every month or so. Saturday would be the next time. Having got past the initial apprehensions, this time should be far more relaxed. He was looking forward to it. Their professional masks briefly slipped as they exchanged lascivious smirks.
As if on cue, their phones 'pinged' simultaneously. Both knew what it was, and opened the message to see an identical image of Chris's wife. In this one, she was holding her breast to her mouth and licking a nipple. They smiled at one another, and both disappeared for a quick 'toilet break'.
It was a game which had become a rule. Kay would send a naughty selfie, and they would send one each in return. Not together - that was a strict rule - no sex at work - but separately.
A few minutes later, three phones received messages. Chris and Kay admired Mel's pussy, held open by two fingers, looking moist and inviting; Kay and Mel enjoyed Chris's erect cock, his hand wrapped around it as he stroked. All three returned to their offices, a little flushed, but smiling. It was fun, no more. Good, sexy fun.
Then it was back to work. Another half hour of looking at papers - or in Kay's case, sitting through a staff meeting - and they were heading home.
Once home, as had become their habit, Kay and Chris made their way to the bedroom and made love. Nothing different or kinky, just hands, mouths and genitals. It was good to have simple, uncomplicated sex together as an affirmation that they did not need the other stuff - it was just the icing on the cake. Hmm. That was an interesting idea - food. They hadn't tried that.
Then it was time to eat and pack. They left first thing in the morning for the hotel in Devon. Weather was due to be good, and they hoped to spend time walking on the beach and doing 'tourist' things. Although they had talked about 'relaxation', a 'break' and 'time together', both harboured the secret hope that it might lead to some naughty fun as well.
To reinforce that hope, Kay had packed some lingerie and a couple of naughty outfits, along with some sex toys. Chris smiled. "Got plans?"
"Nah. Nothing definite. Just thought you might take a camera, I could dress up a bit - y'know - naughty photoshoot."
He grinned. "Oh yes. Sounds good. Naughty nurse, perhaps? Maybe the sexy burlesque one?"
"You know me too well," she smirked.
Photography was one of his passions, while she loved posing - maybe she was a wanna-be model, or an exhibitionist, or just liked being the centre of attention. He enjoyed posing too. Having her tell him what to do, whether it just be certain positions, jerking off as she tried for the perfect cum shot or (and this was something they had not tried so far) using his arse with toys, he was up for it. Kay and Mel had taken photos of him, but he wanted to go further.
He really enjoyed the photos and videos they had made with Mel, and he loved the idea of more sets of pics with other people. He just wanted the chance. Perhaps the holiday would provide it.
That night, they made love again when they finally went to bed.
The following day, they were up early, skipped showers (no point with a drive of several hours ahead of them), and set off.
The drive itself was fairly uneventful. They had some fun - Kay gave him a blowjob while he was driving - leading to a lorry driver sounding his horn at them and driving alongside for some time, and he fingered her pussy for what seemed like most of the journey - in fact, when he wasn't fingering her, she was masturbating herself, achieving a lovely orgasm as they crossed the Severn Bridge.
They arrived at their hotel, after a couple of stops for food and toilets, in the middle of the afternoon. Having dragged their suitcase through several winding corridors, they found their room, and once inside, stripped off their clothes. Their antics on the drive had left them both horny as hell, so they fucked vigorously, before showering and changing into clean clothes.
They had decided to take a walk along the sea front and pick up fish and chips for tea - mainly to find the 'lie of the land', before returning to the hotel for drinks in the bar and an early night.
They strolled along, hand in hand, away from the main town initially. In that direction, streetlights soon disappeared, and it was peaceful. They went along the road initially, as it ran down to the beach, then headed down the steps in the sea wall to walk back up the sand.
They arrived at the beach with the sun low in the sky and the shadows getting longer. As they walked back on the soft, golden sand, loving the feel of it between their toes, and smiling at other walkers (some with dogs), it became darker quite quickly, as is typical of later Summer evenings on the South coast. The twinkling lights became more evident, and as they reached them, it was officially dark.
This was a typically English seaside town. The front was full of 'Bed and Breakfast' hotels, most with 'Full' signs in the window, souvenir shops, penny arcades, pubs and fish and chip shops.
