Hello, based on some comments I've received on some of my stories I wanted to place this disclaimer: There is no disease in the World of Brad and Ann. They have an open marriage in which they Love to discover new erotica with each other and share erotica with others. Ann is not leaving Brad. Brad is not leaving Ann. They are happy with their lives.
If you don't like reading about a husband and wife having fun, exploring new experiences with other partners, etc..., then PLEASE STOP HERE. Because quite honestly, no one wants to hear your troll comments about the sanctity of marriage, blah, blah, blah. If you believe in that so much, then don't read a "Loving Wife" story. Whew, now that that is off my chest...ENJOY!
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That night, both couples were exhausted and literally fell into their respective beds with visions of what had happened in the hot tub and what might happen in the future. Tim couldn't get the thought of Beth deep throating his cock like she had her husband out of his mind. Susan couldn't get the vision of that big nine inch cock of John's thrusting in and out of Beth's tight little pussy, and looking forward to her turn. John thought about Susan's beautiful tits and finally sucking on them while she rode his cock. And Beth thought about getting spit roasted by Tim and John, Tim's cock in her pussy and John's in her mouth.
Before they left each other, the couples had agreed to meet for breakfast the next morning, allowing themselves to sleep in a bit. Even though both men were ready to jump their wife's in the morning, both wives told them 'no', wanting to save big loads for what they were hoping was to be an adventurous evening.
When they all met for breakfast, it was as if they'd been friends for years. The ladies gave each other a nice kiss on the cheek; the men shook hands. They settled in at the table.
"Well," Beth began. "What a night eh?"
"Yeah!" Susan replied. "Beth, I've never even thought about going down on another woman, but I have to say that you have the sweetest pussy."
"Me?!" Beth retorted. "No my little blonde bombshell. YOU have the sweetest pussy, and my first by the way."
The men almost spit their orange juice out at both comments. 'So this is how it's gonna be' both men thought, realizing at that moment that they were the luckiest guys in the World. Both women were now rubbing their husband's cocks through their shorts.
They all decided that the ladies would ride with the men on the golf course and after breakfast went back to their rooms to get changed. Each woman sucked her mans cock until he was ready to explode back in their rooms, but stopped short of letting them come.
They met at the course and after the men had warmed up and were getting in their carts, the women switched carts so Beth was with Tim and Susan was with John. They all laughed as the starter looked at them in confusion, having seen them arrive with their real spouses earlier.
"It's OK." Beth blurted at the starter. "We share and share alike."
The girls giggled as the started blushed. Three mimosa's each at breakfast was taking a toll on the girls already! The girls had made a pact that they could rub the men through their shorts during the game but that was it. Each wanted to fuck the guys right there on the course, but they decided that making the men wait would really pay off that evening. They could also kiss the men, and they could let the men feel them up through their clothes but that was it.
By the third hole, the men were hard as rocks and hitting a golf ball with a hardon was next to impossible. Tim had already felt up and made out with Beth, and looking back, he could see John with a handful of Susan's breasts while he had his tongue down Susan's throat and her hand rubbing his bulge.
Noticing Tim watching John and Susan, Beth decided to make him even hornier by rubbing his cock and telling him what she intended to do to him that evening.
"I can't wait to take this shaft of yours down my throat Tim." She moaned. Tim now turned back to her, moving his left hand to her breasts and kneading them.