Two years after dipping our toes into the waters of an open marriage, my husband and I were fully immersed, in the lifestyle.
Meeting other partners, swapping with another couple, had a few threesomes with both men and women, and attended our first swingers party. We always talked about our encounters, and our sex lives with each other were almost unbelievable.
We attended my husbands twenty year high-school reunion in April, where I met
his old classmates, friends, and girlfriends. Mark my husbands former teammate, and my husband's old girlfriend Lillian, who was the homecoming queen, were the two classmates we spent the majority of our time with that night.
Mark was a devilishly handsome, extremely flirtatious, twice divorced high ranking NCO who was now stationed at Ft Jackson only an hour away from our home on Lake Greenwood. The first night we met while we danced, he asked if I would like to sneak away for a while, find a secluded spot, and let him fuck me. Mark was as tall as my husband, with a slender physique, short dark hair, brown eyes and though I was tempted, I turned him down, but just the thought of accepting his blunt invitation had me thinking how much fun we would've had.
Lillian was a long legged blonde, with baby blue eyes, around five-nine, whose
figure hadn't changed, the only difference
being her much fuller, perfect breasts
which caught and held my husbands attention during the night. She was married to an older man, living on the outskirts of Charlotte who she'd met after
college, who chose not to attend her reunion.
Over the next few months we kept in touch, texting, calling, and spent more than a few weekends together welcoming them in our home. Lillian visited us twice, but Mark came a half dozen times. Our children adored them,
my husband and I enjoyed their visits, the sexual tension between Mark increased
as I continued thinking of the night we first met.
The last weekend of July was the beginning of our children's annual week
long adventure with my in-laws, who were picking them up the Wednesday before, to drive to Cape Canaveral to see the Space Shuttle launch and spending the remainder of the time at Disney World.
My husband and I had talked a great deal with both of us admitting, that given the chance, we like to see what might
happen if they visited our home when the children were gone. He knew all about
Marks blunt proposal and had watched the two of us flirting, teasing, each other, the lingering hugs, sultry looks, and body language when the children were out of sight or in bed. He'd told me about catching Lillian coming out of the shower in the guest bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her head, and watching her rub lotion over her naked body, while
smiling at him. My only question was if they still had feelings for each other.
He explained that he still cared for her,
but he was in love with me and me alone,
that he wanted to fuck her silly, telling me
he understood my concerns, and if I thought it'd cause problems he would keep it in his pants, and I could still have as much naughty fun with Mark as I wanted. Our conversation ended and we
made very passionate love that night,
leaving me no doubt about his love and
devotion for me.
I told him the next morning I was taking
two days off prior to the weekend we'd discussed, suggesting that he do the same. I called Lillian and Mark the same day asking them to join us for a four days
of boating, swimming, drinking, dining, and an evening of fun at our favorite bar.
Before the sun went down they'd both accepted my invitation letting me know when they would be there. With our days
off approved, I spent my time off cleaning house, ordered a meat and cheese tray, a vegetable tray, made sure the children were packed and ready for their trip.
My husband made sure the liquor cabinet was well stocked, trimmed hedges, mowed grass, serviced our pontoon boat,
and power washed the wooden chairs on the dock. Wednesday afternoon we told our children goodbye, ate supper, and went to bed.
The next morning by eleven o'clock Lillian and I were slathered in oil laying out on our dock, while Mark and my husband along with our Chocolate lab swam and played. By one thirty none of us were feeling any pain, relaxing, listening to a Marshall Tucker CD. I'd turned over on my stomach, untied the strings of my top and Mark flopped down beside my chair to put oil on my back.
As he was rubbing my back and legs he
made a few comments about the rather
skimpy bikini I had on, saying it fit me perfectly, I dropped my hand from the chair touching his thigh, squeezed his
muscular leg, and ran my fingers across
the ever present outline of his cock and
balls smiling as I felt his erection beginning to grow, telling him he had very strong hands. He continued massaging back, scooting a little closer
letting me slip my hand up the loose fitting leg of his shorts where I fondled his clean shaven scrotum, before wrapping my hand around his stiffness and started stroking. He told me to please continue
that my husband and Lillian were on the boat trying to decide which CD to play next and put his hand between my legs rubbing my pussy with his fingers. I looked over my shoulder to see where
Lillian and my husband were, when I heard the CD player come on, seeing them dancing to a Journey song, with her arms around his neck, and his large hands holding onto her hips, pulling tightly against him. I looked over my other shoulder at Mark reminding him of th
e proposal he'd made on the dance floor at the reunion, telling him if he was still interested, I give him all the pussy he wanted squeezing his rock hard cock to let him know I was serious. He pushed the crotch of my bikini aside shoved his finger inside my naughty wet pussy, withdrawing his finger immediately, sucked it clean and said he was ready whenever I was, tieing my bikini top in a
bow and helped me get out of my chair.
I raised my voice loud enough for my husband and Lillian to hear over the music telling them we were going back to the house for a while, and walked away holding Marks hand before they replied.
My bikini top got left on the deck rail,
My bottoms and Mark's shorts were in a pile on the floor between the laundry room and kitchen with me laying on the center island my knees across his shoulders while Mark was tongue and finger fucking me to my third or fourth
orgasm, by the time Lillian and my husband decided to come inside.
Lillian giggled telling my husband this was just like old times walked up to me and gave me a very hot intense kiss, squeezing my breasts and told me she'd lost her bikini somewhere between the dock and house, told my husband to have a seat on the counter so he could watch
me and Mark while she sucked his big dick.
It was close to two thirty in the afternoon
a little four hours after they're arrival and
