PART I -- Kylie's Story
Two couples share a vacation cabin and go their separate ways. In part 1, Hot young wife Kylie tells John about how she and her husband Tom had some fun with another couple. Tom and John's wife, Wendy, share a dip in the lake and don't see what develops between John and Kylie.
As Told by John:
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My wife, Wendy, and I have been married for 7 years, and it seems like we never spend time together any more. Wendy and I both celebrated our 35th birthday last year, but with work and our busy lives, we barely noticed. Wendy is a about average height, about 5'8" and 135 lbs. She has long, wavy brown hair and a very bright smile. She's got a gorgeous, cherubic face, with soft pouty lips. Her breasts are probably the thing that most people notice about her first; they're double-D's. She's not overweight, but most people would call her curvy, she says she's "pleasantly plump," I say she's "serving wench endowed."
Wendy works at a pharmaceutical company. She manages their sales force, which is like managing a modeling agency. Have you ever seen an ugly pharmaceutical sales rep? Neither have I, and I go to their Christmas parties.
I'm not too bad to look at myself. I'm 6"1, about 220 lbs and I've managed to keep some of my boyish good looks. As for my, "equipment," I've never heard complaints. I measured myself once at just under 7 inches. I measured the circumference at just about 4.5 inches. From what I can tell from the gym and the internet, that puts me on the good side of average.
Our sex life kind of hit doldrums lately. Even when we were dating, though, Wendy was a bit tame. The horniest she would get would be when we used to go out drinking and dancing. She would get completely wasted. When we got to her place, she would ask me to pretend I was someone who hit on her at the club. That was about as exciting as she got.
After we got married, sex became even more routine. Don't get me wrong, Wendy's still great in bed, but her idea of variety is having sex in the afternoon instead of at night. I guess it's just a natural part of settling down, sex just stops being naughty and starts being an itch that needs scratching.
We decided to try to reignite the flame, so we booked a great week-long getaway vacation. We rented a cabin by a huge lake in the remote park of the state. A friend of mine suggested the place. He said it was very secluded, the perfect place to reconnect; swim naked and scream in bed until the bears complain. It was four bedrooms, but we were going off-season, so we got a great deal.
A few days after we booked it, we had our good friends, Kylie and Tom over for dinner. Tom was one of the salesmen at Wendy's company. Tom and Kylie are both a few years younger than Wendy and I. I think Tom is 25 or 26, and Kylie is 2 or 3 years younger. Although they're a bit younger, we always have a lot of fun together.
Tom is a bit taller than me, probably 6'4" or so, and a lot more trim. He keeps himself neat and tidy for the job, so he looks a bit like a Ken doll. He's not body-builder muscular, but he looks like an athlete—kind of like a swimmer, I guess. He's also a legend at her office. According to Wendy, a lot of women were upset when Tom and Kylie tied the knot two years ago. Some were upset they had missed their chance, and more than a handful of others were upset they would wouldn't be getting more chances. Tom and I never really speak, except at our dinner parties or through Wendy, but he seems like a nice enough guy.
Kylie is, beyond all doubt, a hottie. Wendy told me that her mother is Pilipino and her dad is American. She has an amazing body. She's about 5'10", about 120 lbs and she has these mesmerizing 34C breasts. They're not huge, but on her frame, they stand out beautifully. She has long black hair and a stunning face, not to mention, a fantastic ass; the kind of ass you can't stop looking at, it's so perfectly round and tight. If Tom has a swimmer's body, Kylie is a world-class yoga instructor. Every inch of her body is tight and tanned. Usually when I masturbate, which is more often lately, I'm thinking of Kylie.
During this particular dinner, Wendy and I were so excited about our upcoming trip, that we couldn't help but share the news with Tom and Kylie. Wendy kept going on about how beautiful it was, and we hadn't even been there! When I mentioned the four bedrooms, Kylie said, "Wow, what are you going to do with all that space?"
I don't know if it was the glasses of wine I had had, or the pent up sexual tension, but I blurted out, "screw our brains out!" We all had a good laugh, and then, after we recovered, Wendy said, "You know, you're right, it is a lot of space, though. Say," Wendy grabbed my arm and looked at me, pausing, "what if--it's just a thought--but what if," she turned back towards Kylie and Tom, "you guys came with us!"
Three things then happened at once, (i) Tom said "Wow, what a great idea!"; (ii) Kylie excitedly grabbed Tom's hand and squealed out "Oh, can we?!?" and (iii) any hope I had of a debauched two weeks of swimming naked, screwing freely and revitalizing my sex life vanished. Or so I thought.
We agreed that Tom and Kylie would come by our place and we would drive up to the cabin in our SUV. When the day came, I was about as pleased as Wendy was miffed that Kylie was wearing hot black spandex tights that showed off her perfect ass, along with a very form-fitting and low-cut t-shirt.
My wife, Wendy did alright, too. She was wearing a very tight and low cut t-shirt that showed off the cleavage from her massive double D's. She wore casual, but high-cut shorts, showing off her surprisingly slim legs. Tom even commented when we picked them up, "Wendy, you look great in shorts—I had no idea. You should show those legs off more often, boss lady."
"You too, Ken," Wendy quipped back, "I didn't know that Ken dolls came with a summer outfit." The sexual harassment counselor at Wendy's office had long ago hung herself in a desperate attempt to be noticed. When Wendy told me some of the stories of what her employees, especially Tom, did at the office, my eyes popped out. Lewd comments were typical, and mutual from the women and the men.
Tom and Wendy rode in the back, "to catch up." I thought of telling Wendy that she had just seen Tom the day before at work. But with Kylie riding up front, I decided not to complain. Kylie and I got to know each other better, as Tom and Wendy laughed and joked in the back, as giddy as teenagers going to prom. Once we got to the cabin, we were amazed at how gorgeous it was. The cabin sat at the end of a very long, tree-lined, up-hill driveway. The front was unassuming, but the back door opened out to a deck with a six-person hot tub and a gorgeous view of the lake. We had our own pier jutting into the water with a row boat attached and all.
Inside there was a sunken living room towards the front, with the kitchen in the back. Two of the bedrooms were upstairs, with a shared master bath. The master bath was at the back of the house, between the two bedrooms. It had been set up so that both bedrooms had their own access to the bathroom through the bedroom, but there wasn't an entrance in the hallway. It was odd, but we made the best of it.
The other two, smaller bedrooms were downstairs. With twin beds, we realized that both couples would have to share the upstairs bedrooms and the bathroom. So much for privacy, I thought to myself. We didn't waste too much time exploring. We put the groceries away, and all four of us headed for the lake. Tom was in the lake swimming quicker than a flash. Wendy joined him in her brand new bikini, her double D-cup tits barely contained by the stringy fabric. I hadn't seen her in it before, but my first thought was that it was two sizes too small for her. I noticed that Tom seemed to like it, though.
I was determined to spend some more time with the lovely Kylie, so I grabbed a book and joined her on the chaise lounge on the deck, where she was reading. We started chit chatting, and I soon dropped the book and gave her my full attention.
As Kylie spoke, I became mesmerized by her voice and the motion of her hands. I kept stealing glances at her beautiful breasts and long, tanned legs through the sheer fabric of her shawl; her breasts rhythmically rising and falling as she spoke. Her long, manicured fingernails, glinted in the sunshine. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end as she spoke about nothing too important. I felt my cock stirring as she held me in a trance.
My arousal briefly gave way to reality. Surely my wife, Wendy, would notice I was spending too much attention on Kylie. I quickly glanced around. I found Wendy and Tom on a separate set of chaise lounges, 20 yards away, near the lake. She and Tom were drip drying after their swim.
Wendy was sitting on the lounger sideways, laughing with Tom, who sat on the adjacent chaise, also sideways, facing her. Their knees were nearly touching and they were both leaning towards each other. He was wearing only his swimming trunks, and the water that glistened on his perfect, hairless chest. I couldn't hear them, but I could see they were laughing. Wendy's hand tapped Tom's bare leg playfully, teasingly. To my surprise, I felt excited by it, though I didn't know then why.
I returned my full attention to Kylie, who smiled warmly as she continued talking about her and Tom's last vacation. She was surprisingly relaxed and easy going for someone so gorgeous. Suddenly I heard her say, "Have you and Wendy, you know," Kylie's voice dropped to a near whisper, "fooled around?" I suddenly realized that my trance had been broken by a question.
"Sorry?" I managed.
"I said," she chuckled, pretending to be annoyed at having to repeat her whisper, "have you and Wendy ever, you know, fooled around." I realize now what she was asking, but then I was still fogged-in as the blood rushed to my growing member.
