For a long time we had been playfully talking about the possibilities of swinging if the opportunity presented itself. Much of our bedroom banter and indeed bed time talk included fantasies of what it would be like to involve others into our intimacies. Yet for all the talk, the potential to swing in our environment was apparently next to zero.
After all, we live in Pakistan, a rather conservative country, though having its share of amorous opportunities. My wife, Aliya, and I have been married for more than a dozen years, have lived all over the world, and have a happy family including our lovely kids.
But routine and day to day drudgery had taken over our sex lives, and it was rare that "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" was not the norm. When one day we began to talk about our fantasies, things decidedly perked up and the sex was marvelous. Since then we had progressed on to vivid fantasies, including exotic locations, sexy dresses, and yes, other partners.
Unlikely as we were to break the sexual exploration taboo in Pakistan, our opportunity arrived when we planned a trip to the United States, with the very innocent idea of taking the children to Disneyworld. With the summer holidays started, kids in tow, we arrived at Orlando on a lovely July day. We were going to enjoy the parks for nearly two weeks. Aliya and I were given a double bedroom; the kids were given an adjoining twin room.
I am a few years past 35, but most people who meet and know me think I am many years younger. Though putting on some weight and losing some hair, I am fairly active and sporty. Aliya is in her early-30's, with a figure she has worked on despite bearing our lovely kids, pert breasts, long hair, a curvy behind and legs that she loves to tightly bind around my waist in her throes of passion, and a relatively tight cunt.
II
The first couple of days in Florida passed in simple park related enjoyment. Between tiredness from the long flight and the full day's endeavors, we were hardly in shape to do much intimately. But on day 3 changed things quite nicely. While at one of the theater performances in the park, we happened to get seated next to another family. The wife, in her early-30's was sitting next to me, wearing a pink skirt and floral clogs. She was blonde, very attractive and with a very light perfume. Her husband, in his mid-30's was about 6 feet tall, also blonde haired, and friendly looking. Along with them were their two daughters, both well under 10 years of age. During the show, she opened her bag to get something and her lipstick fell out, right into my lap. Without thinking she reached across and picked it right off my crotch, giving my blood an immediate rush. Quick apologies followed and nothing much was expected.
That night, after another long day in the park, we put the kids to bed and headed out to Disney downtown, an adult oriented area with restaurants, bars, discos and so on. Aliya looked sharp in white hot pants, topped with a white blouse with black zippers. To complete the outfit she wore fancy white clogs with long laces tied all the way up to her knees. Cheekily, she left the zipper on her shirt open about a third of the way down from her neck, allowing anyone a nice globular view whenever she bent over, turned around or raised her arms over her head. She certainly gave a few of the other patrons in the resort bus a hard on while driving to the venue.
After grabbing a quick bite at one of the bistros, we went into a comedy club, and were seated at a table towards one side just as the show started. As the show unfolded others joined at the table and the room was full to capacity. Imagine my surprise, during the break when lights came on, to discover the lady from the morning again sitting next to me, alongside her husband. I made a joke about being careful that her drink did not end up in my lap like her lipstick did. This was a great icebreaker and the four of us started chatting and getting to know each other. Erica was a teacher from Oklahoma, and her husband, Alec, worked in a food company.
After the comedy club, we proceeded to the disco, where we began to dance on a revolving floor. As no waiters were about, I took drinks orders and went to the bar, leaving Aliya dancing with Erica and Alec. When the drinks were delivered, I could only carry two at a time. As I was wondering what to do, I found Erica coming over to help with the other two drinks. We went over to our table as the music slowed significantly. A pregnant pause followed on the dance floor, when Alec asked Aliya if she would grant him the next dance. Surprised, but reluctant, she agreed and brought her body close to his, their arms going around each other. After the initial shock, I found myself pleasantly aroused, and asked Erica if she was up to dance. She told me her thing was pulsating salsa, not boring waltzes. This certainly left me deflated. Yet just about 5 minutes later, after Aliya and Alec had rejoined us, a real hot Spanish tune kicked up. Without a thought, Erica grabbed my hand and led me to the dance floor. Luckily, I had some experience in Latin dancing and gladly let her grind and gyrate her body into mine. After a good 15 minutes, we returned to the table, with my raging hard on making every step difficult. For the next hour, we continued to dance, with partners frequently changing. Finally well past midnight we called it a day.
We got off the bus at our resort, a few blocks away from our new acquaintances' hotel. As we entered the elevator, on a very silent lobby floor, Aliya suddenly ran her blouse's zipper all the way down, and at the same time, unzipped my fly and gathered my penis. This wild surge in my wife was both unexpected and most welcome. We came to our floor. Our room was about 15 doors down the corridor. With total brazenness, Aliya dropped her shirt on the floor. As I grabbed for it, I found her bra on the ground and her orbs bouncing freely. She hopped further and deliberately lost one sandal and then the other. Halfway down the corridor, her shorts were discarded. Just then we heard voices and ducked red faced into the ice machine room. Luckily for us, the door shut and silence ensued almost immediately. I looked out to see if all was clear and felt Aliya whoosh past me with a wispy material landing on my face. Her panties were off, and she was standing nude a few doors from our room. I ran to the door, somehow managed to open it, and at the same time grab Aliya around the waist, pick her onto my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom.