The last story put Janet and myself on the road to the Oregon Coast after things got out of hand with the last couple we got together with. Janet went over the top for Jack's big cock.
We got to the coast and the weather was not conducive to sleeping in a tent. So we went in search of a room.
We came to a quaint little seaside community, that had a bed and breakfast housed in a big Victorian home. We inquired and they had a room available for four days. We took it.
The owners were around our age. They said they never had anyone stay that were riding a motorcycle. We told them we had intended to camp but that was out of the question now.
They showed us our room. Gave us some info on the area and the best place to have a quite dinner, if that is what we desired.
"Oh, honey, this is beautiful. I am glad it is rainy. This is perfect." She put her arms around me and kissed me. Before long we were inhaling each other. I was glad it was raining too.
Our room had a big claw foot tub and Janet decided to have a soak before we went out for dinner. While she soaked, I took a shower in the small shower also in the room.
We didn't have much in the line of clothing. Unbeknownst to me Janet had rolled up a black denim skirt in her pack. Along with the sweater and her leather boots, she looked hot. I had to settle for jeans and sweater and boots.
On the way out Jim, the owner, told us to have a good time.
I asked him if what we had on was appropriate for the place he suggested. He told us we were fine.
He was right. It was intimate and not very crowded. The meal was great and we were not rushed. In fact, they left us alone, after they brought our meal. Instead of dessert we had Irish coffee and just sat for a while and held hands while we drank our coffee.
"This is nice, Janet. Just what we need to get our lives back in order and back to normal."
"I like it too. Now let's pay the check and get back to our room. I am up for some serious cuddling."
We made love that night for the first time in days. Nothing wild just slow, passionate love. Janet was still a bit sore but she wanted to do it anyway.
The next morning at breakfast, we were the only guests. Jim and Sue, the owners, brought out coffee, rolls, eggs, ham and home fries. Good down home cooking. Just what we like.
Because we were the only ones, they asked if we would mind them joining us for coffee after our meal. We said we would like that.
Sue asked us what brought us up here this time of year. Still a little early for tourists.
Janet told her, without a moments hesitation, that we were working at putting our 30 year relationship back together. It had gotten off track lately.
Jim shook his head and snickered and told us as he took his wife's hand, "We came down here for the same reason over 5 years ago. We stayed right here and found out the owners wanted to sell. It took us all of an hour to decide to buy it and here we are. Refugees from the big city(Portland). Haven't regretted a moment of it. We are happier now than we have ever been and we have been married 33 years.
We all went out on the front porch with our coffee. The women were in serious conversation about something and Jim and I talked about the fishing and shell fishing in the area, as well as other guy things.
After about an hour they said they had to get on with the day's chores and went inside.
"What were and Sue in close conversation about."
"Now don't get mad. I talked to her about why we really are here. I had to talk to a woman about it. It is tearing me up. She told me that they also were into the swinging lifestyle and while nothing this drastic happened, they got out of it because they were sure that someday it would tear them apart. But she says they still get together with one couple a few times a year. It helps keep the spark going. Though she says the times are few and far between lately. She guesses they are over the thrill. No plans as yet to get together any time soon."
"Is that what you are wanting to do?"
"Maybe but it has to be a decision made by both of us. Of the couples we have met only Tom and Samantha fit the bill. None of the others come close. But not if it will even remotely take from what we have together and no, I am not going to give up on us. We belong together. We are nothing without the other. Tell me I'm wrong.
"No, baby, you are right and we are going to stay up here until we have settled all differences."
Later that day we asked Jim and Sue if there was any way we could stay longer if we wanted. They said they had reservations for all the rooms in three days, but would call around and find us a nice room, in another bed and breakfast.
They found a place the next day and we went and checked it out and took it.
That night Janet came to bed in a sheer white baby doll. She had packed a few more things than I figured. Not complaining though.
She climbed up and straddled my chest and slid up until her sweet smelling pussy was right in my face.
"Here's your late night snack. In fact, feel free to make it a seven course dinner." She lifted her self to her knees and squatted so her pussy was right over my mouth. What a sight. My cock was raging as I licked her from clit to taint and back. The next pass, I opened her fuzzy pussy lips up and plowed my tongue through that wet, silky furrow. She had perfumed her pussy. The combination of her erotic smells and the perfume had me ready to cum without one bit of outside stimulation.
I guess she must have sensed it because she got off my face and said, "Not yet, you don't. I have plans for that hot load."
She slid back on my torso, lifted that tight ass in the air, reached under, took hold of my cock and guided it to that sweet, wet pussy. She slid down on me, impaling herself all the way.
