The flight back to Los Angeles was uneventful, letting us get some much needed rest from the active honeymoon we just experienced in Hawaii. Visiting only two of the largest six islands in the chain, Oahu and Kauai, we crammed in as much sight seeing, body surfing, snorkeling, sun bathing, hiking, fucking and love making that we had time for.
Yes, there is a difference between fucking and love making...and we did both, or at least my wife did, thanks to her Australian friend Dave. After making love to me for the past six days, on our last night...she fucked Dave! Quite a show was put on for some voyeuristic hotel guests as Dave loaded up my wife Kathy with his sperm while they were enjoying the hotel's jacuzzi.
Now settled in back home, my wife wanted to talk. I had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to talk about, but I acted innocent when we sat down after dinner on the first Friday night that we were back in L.A. After we cleaned up the dishes, I grabbed a beer for me and mixed a rum and coke for her, while she went into the family room to roll a joint.
Joining her in the family room, I handed her drink to her and sat down to enjoy my beer on the other side of the sofa. Before lighting the joint, she took a healthy swig of her drink, came over to my side of the sofa, planted her tongue in my mouth and grabbed my crotch!
Yep, I had a feeling we were going to talk about sex...and I was right. Still sticking her tongue in my mouth, she managed to unbuckle my belt and slide my pants off before straddling me in the process. She was dressed in her usual late summer attire of shorts and tank top, sans bra, and I was soon enjoying the skin on skin contact. In fact, I was enjoying it so much, I was getting aroused. Then when she climbed off my lap, slid down to the floor on her knees and put my cock in her mouth, the blood was no longer in my brain.
Her talented tongue had me closing in on an orgasm in no time...and then she pulled her mouth off my cock and sat down on the sofa next to me saying, "OK...let's talk!" What the fuck was this? She spit in her hand and started stroking me while looking me dead in the eye, "I want to play again!"
Obviously, she wanted to go first, so I let her.
"Do you remember when you used to go pick up Burt at his house and bring him to the motel to fuck me? Well, I never told you this, but it really made me feel like a whore! And you know something else?" she said, bending back over and taking my cock once again in her mouth, driving me to pull her off for fear of losing my load in her mouth right there and then.
"I LIKED IT!
"Yeah, I know I was acting like a whore fucking all those guys while we were separated that last time, but this feeling was different. This was actually my husband who was picking up some man to come fuck me. I felt like a whore and you were my pimp. It made me hot!
"I want to do it again."
"You want to do what again?"
"I want to feel like a whore again!"
Not totally unexpected, but her statement still caught me off guard. Before our Hawaii trip, it had been quite awhile since the last time we played sex games with Burt. When that relationship ended on a sour note, Kathy wasn't too keen on playing around with anybody else, so we just kind of let it drop and didn't talk about it...until now.
"Are you sure you want to? I know you had fun with Dave in Hawaii, but I felt that, before that happened, you had changed your mind about involving anyone else in our sex life since things ended so badly with Burt."
"Yeah, that sucked, and I was pretty bummed out about it for a long time, as you know, but letting Dave use me in the hotel hot tub, where someone besides you could have been watching, made me feel like starting up our old life again."
Our 'old life' consisted of us renting a motel room, where I would leave Kathy in the room to apply her 'street walker' make up and put on her lingerie, while I drove to Burt's house to pick him up. Charlie, Burt's wife, had no idea that instead of him and I going out drinking, we were actually headed to the motel so he could fuck my wife.
Unfortunately, Burt wound up turning into an asshole, bringing that relationship to an end, but also leaving me with no one to fuck my wife on a regular basis. Kathy's feelings had been hurt by some of the things Burt said to her when that happened and she didn't want to pursue another sexual relationship with anyone else. My loss, as watching Burt between my wife's naked wide spread thighs, driving his dick inside her and using her as a cum dump was something I really looked forward to and enjoyed, as did she. I don't know why it turned me on so much and, to be honest, I don't really care why, but it did and when Kathy and I mutually decided to let her have fun while I watched and joined in, our sex life had changed for the better.
Her emotional attachment to Burt, plus some of the things I found out about their relationship from him that happened while I was off doing my own thing fucking around, helped put an end to our fun with him. She took that ending rather hard, confirming some of my inner thoughts about the two of them, and she expressed no interest what-so-ever in finding someone else to fuck.
So when my wife told me she 'wanted to feel like a whore again', my shit eating grin came back! Our 'old life' was coming back, and we would need to find new characters to fill in the rolls of my wife's lovers. Given how beautiful (not just MY opinion) she is naturally, when she applied her 'street walker' make up that turned out to be a pretty easy task.
"How do you want to do this?" I asked.
While keeping me hard with her hand and lowering her head to take my cock in her mouth for the third time tonight, she muttered, "I dunno, that's your job to figure out!"
Her mouth covered the head of my cock just in time to catch the spray of semen as I welcomed the 'Whore of Poppy Street' back into my life.
I would have to be much smarter playing our sexual games this time, because last time I blew some great opportunities to watch my slutty wife in action. She was more than willing to play the role of my little whore, unless I pushed things too far, too fast. So, to get what I wanted out of this, and for her to have fun too, I needed to come up with a game plan that worked for both of us...and I did.
She likes dancing, drinking and fucking, so incorporating all three into my plans seemed to be the smart way to go. I had been on several adult websites lately, and found an advertisement for a new club that had recently opened about a year ago, not too far from us down in Orange County. The ad suggested it was a nice place to meet new people. An ad like that, on a website like that, could only mean one thing - swingers. It did go on to say that Fridays were 'Ladies Night' and single men were welcome, where the other nights were for 'couples only'.
We pulled into the parking lot of The Zebra Lounge on the following Friday night around eight. It was a stand alone building, one street away from John Wayne airport with plenty of parking in the back. The lot was about 3/4 full when we got there and watched several cars pull in behind us as we went inside.
Imagine the 60's on steroids! The decor reminded me of some places I visited in San Francisco while in the Navy and even had a mini disco ball above the dance floor. The DJ was playing a mixture of hard and soft rock that encouraged people to get out on the dance floor, where several couples were showing off their moves. Women in the club were dressed semi-formal and showing a lot of skin. Cleavages were bouncing around, while thighs and the occasional panty shot were proudly displayed. After all, people were here for one reason, to play and have fun, the same as us.
During our little talk last week, my wife made it clear that she wanted me to take control of this next chapter in our lives, trusting me to stay within the guidelines that we set up and all she wanted to worry about was enjoying the new cock(s) I provided for her, so when she saw the new outfit I bought for her to wear tonight, she didn't object.
The 2" above the knee black leather skirt that I bought for this adventure, had a slit cut up the side about 4 inches and the red sleeveless blouse (was a size too small on purpose) buttoned down the front, to show off as much or as little cleavage as she wanted, thanks to help from her red push-up bra. Tonight she was in her knee high black boots, black stockings and a short mid-riff length white jacket, to complete the outfit.
Not withholding my prejudice opinion, she looked HOT walking into that club!
My selection of her wardrobe tonight had the desired effect, as I noticed quite a few heads turning in her direction when we were looking for an empty booth towards the back of the club. A few booths just past us was the hallway leading to the restrooms.
The dance floor was the only part of the club not carpeted. The hallway to the restrooms had some interesting wall decorations that seemed a little odd, I would have to ask the cocktail waitress, who had just taken our order, if she knew what the strange decorations were. But for now, the DJ started playing one of our favorite songs and we headed out to dance. Being a fast song, there was no touching until she twerked up against me right at the end. Just a hint of what lies ahead.
We'd have stayed on the dance floor for the next song, but I noticed the cocktail waitress heading to our booth with drinks, so, taking my wife by the hand, we headed over to meet her. Perfect timing, because the next song sucked as far as dancing goes and we sat down to start enjoying our alcohol.
The men in the club were all dressed casually with some in dress slacks and shirts, while others had jeans and button down shirts. Nice attire for a place like this...but the women were a different story. Sitting there, talking and drinking with my wife, we witnessed just about every type of outfit that a woman could wear out in public.
Some were in skin tight slacks, showing off obvious g-string panties, some were in Daisy Duke shorts without panties but with plenty of butt cheek showing, while the majority were either in skirts or dresses. Cleavage and exposed skin were the norm, with some dressed so slutty that they would give any hooker a run for her money, and the outfit Kathy had on fit right in. When she crossed her legs, the slit in the side of her skirt hiked up far enough to expose the tops of her stockings and the tight fitting push-up bra gave her enough cleavage to attract any man's attention.
Not sitting too far away from the hallway that led to the rest rooms, we were soon noticing the smell of good smoke coming from the back. The waitress told us it's pretty normal on the week-ends for people to hang out in the hallway and light up their favorite weed, and tonight they were just getting started. It was the club's 'Designated Smoking' area and it sure smelled sweet.
When our second drinks were empty, we got up to do some more dancing after ordering the next round. We had a couple of drinks with dinner before getting to the club because Kathy gets sick if she drinks on an empty stomach and tonight...well...tonight, my wife getting sick was not in my plans. No...tonight we were going to re-visit our old life style and I needed her healthy, horny and available.
The dance floor was now packed and we had to squeeze our way in this time. I heard my wife cry out, "OOhhh" and looked up quickly enough to see a man's hand grabbing her ass as she was moving to the music. Only for an instant, then he was gone and she continued dancing as if nothing happened. She knew she was getting laid tonight, she just didn't know by whom, or by how many. All she knew was that tonight it was her one and only job to provide her husband with the messiest creampie(s) that she could...and she wanted to get started.
