Deby and I hadn't been able to have a honeymoon at the time of our marriage due to a precarious financial situation, but thirteen years later we found it possible due to a job in the tropical north for my employer. My parents were overjoyed to take the kids for the period so we decided to fly up there, complete my contracted task and dawdle back along the coast in a rented mobile home. I had six weeks' paid leave owing to me and could use it all if I wished to do so.
My client was one Norman Searle, fiftyish, who looked a lot like an older Steve Reeves from those epic old swords and sandals movies. He and his wife Veronica, a statuesque, chestnut-haired woman with a spectacular, dark tan, took us out to dinner the evening we arrived. Despite the fact that she had thickish ankles and broad calves and creases on each side of her mouth, her upper arms were still firm and her neck smooth. My sitting across the table from Ronnie was quite disconcerting as she was a very self-confident person who looked directly into one's eyes and her big bust was unfettered beneath the soft, white fabric of her bodice. When she turned to the waitress I saw it all, including a swollen, chocolate-brown nipple.
My wife Deby, who at 31 is still gorgeous after two births, looked quite ordinary by comparison, but I suppose that's the difference in effect of a high hemline beside a long-sleeved trouser suit. She'd had always been very physically modest, still played competitive basketball at just below elite level, but found it rather uncomfortable to wear the increasingly revealing outfits, particularly the new, figure-hugging shorts-costume. Maternity had broadened her lovely bottom and softened her large, conical, rubbery boobs, not to the point of pendulous sagginess, but to feeling comfortable and, to me anyway, extremely sexy. I'd have rather liked her to wear something like Ronnie's short, silky cocktail dress without a bra, but she'd never hear of it. She'd look good in it as she often used a solarium to maintain a tan as required by her team sponsors. I hoped that she and Ronnie might spend some time together and that some of the other's more liberal dress sense should rub off on my spouse, but I wouldn't hold my breath in waiting. Deby's team mate Carol is a serious raver and I suspect that her implicitly adulterous hints get to be realized with other blokes, but makes suggestions to us to see me squirm and her blush. Unfortunately Deby finds her friend's ideas to be fanciful, although I'd reckon that they're much more real than she wants to believe and would gladly introduce my love-wand to Carol's passion-pouch for a bit of casual, recreational sex. However, despite Deby's being a bit more amused than offended by Carol's propositions, it'll never be.
Over lunch the following day, Norm explained that he and Ronnie were into swinging with a group of like-minded friends around town. He told me this to obviate future embarrassment which I might suffer on suddenly hearing it during the course of either Deby or I being propositioned by one of those friends who assumed we knew. I explained our prudish upbringing to him and that we didn't even engage in oral sex, let alone the other, more liberated activities, so any propositioner was placing himself in danger of at least severely bruised shins. I told him about Carol.
"I'd enjoy nothing more than a bout of swinging sex with her," I told him sadly, "but Deby would kick me out if she found out about it."
"You might be surprised," chuckled Norm. "Tell her about Ronnie and I and see what happens."
"Most likely she'll refuse to have anything to do with you," I said quite sincerely. "The fundamentalist, protestant beliefs are deeply ingrained in her mind. Very straight and very unforgiving."
"You'd be amazed at the number of straight-laced women I've seen change with their environment; become right little nymphos up here."
I looked doubtful.
"Okay, not all," he admitted, "but a good proportion have let their hair down and made a real effort to fuck every bloke in town."
When I got home I found my wife looking rather odd, but she wouldn't say what was bothering her. We had dinner and took a walk along the waterfront where, almost back at the hotel, we were greeted warmly by a couple walkingin the opposite direction. She wouldn't immediately give me any answer, but back in our suite told me that the young man had chatted her up earlier and seemed surprised at her lack of enthusiasm for a bit of extramarital nooky, particularly in view of the fact that he'd generously offered to fully swap with all spouses involved.
"Ooooh Robbie," she sniffed. "Do I really look like a woman who'd even be interested in something like that? The worst thing was that I didn't really feel all that offended about being propositioned. Do I really look so truly slutty?"
"It's not to do with being slutty," I tried to explain. "Norm and Ronnie are into swinging, swapping spouses, and their group are of the genteelly respectable echelon of the town's business people. He said a lot of casual tourists let their hair and morals down during their visits here."
"What do you think about it?" she asked after making me tell her exactly what Norm had told me in explaining his hobby. I shrugged without actually committing myself. "Come on, be truthful. Tell me ."
"Well, it does sound exciting. I guess I'd enjoy trying it and seeing you making love with another guy. Honest enough? You did ask." I told her when she looked a trifle upset at the revelation. "Not in a crowd, just another couple we know and trust."
She looked at me doubtfully. "You'll be disappointed about my view of it then," she told me nervously. "I was thinking of a honeymoon, a real one, trying some of the things you've wanted me to do. I suppose I don't feel so bad about them now that I'm a bit older."
I hugged her. "It's wonderful that you feel that way darling. It will be a real honeymoon then. How about we give it a whirl right now?"
She giggled, a good sign. "Alright then," she blushed. "But I'll have a shower first."
When I came back to the huge waterbed she was lying in the light, wearing makeup, white stockings and suspender, smiling shyly. As I lay by her she kissed me deeply, then slid down to tongue my bellybutton before stretching across my body to stroke my fully erect cock. I slid my hand down the cleft of her lovely bottom to find her furry twat and delve into her moist vagina with a titillating finger as she parted her thighs to allow me more room to stimulate her pussy. "Oooooh ye-e-sss!" she gasped, then stretched her lips around my shiny knob for the very first time and my whole being jerked and jolted involuntarily at the thrill of our contact. Her tongue moved around and over the distended head in a most delightful way until I felt the first vague tingling in my trembling loins which presaged climax. She alternated between sucking a quite surprising length of my penis into her mouth, then nibbling and tonguing the knob as I pressed and rubbed her hard clitoris 'til I groaned, "I'm going to come sweetheart," giving her time to bring my tip to her lips and part them slightly in order to take my spurt of warm semen and swallow it as I jerked wildly with erotic spasms of sensual bliss. She then stiffened too as mild, but real orgasmic convulsions racked her hard, perfumed body and gasps of pleasure escaped her lips.
"Was it good?" she asked when she'd lain back alongside me. "I came too, just from sucking."
"It was wonderful darling," I told her truthfully. "Now it's your turn." I kissed her deeply before sucking and gently biting her swollen nipples, her navel and then burying my tongue between the cologne-scented frills of her inner labia. The reddish hair on her vulva was both sparse and fine due to a complete electronic depilation which Carol had persuaded her to try and, after almost six months, her pussy still looked like a pubescent teenager's virginal twat. I'd wanted to do this for Deby for so long as I knew she'd derive enormous pleasure from it and a more varied love life for us both. I'd only experienced it a couple of times myself, at the church summer camp nearly fifteen years before, in the course of a game of 'truth-or-dare' among we counsellors and the scent of recently bathed female body mixed with body-warmed baby-powder, turned me on hugely.
I had her writhing and trembling with pleasure as she pushed my face into her crotch, thrusting and rotating her excited hips as my tongue stimulated every hidden nook of her eager pussy, then stiffening suddenly when she was overcome by orgasm once more. Before she could move I got up on all fours, crawled forward over her, lowered my bottom to align my knob with her juicy vulva and pressed forward to slide my full length inside her willing vagina without hands. "Ooooh Christ!" she blasphemed, initially trying to push me off, but then hugging me to her hot body.
"Is that what I taste like," she grinned as I rested with her for just a moment, kissing deeply again for her to taste her own vaginal fluids.
We got to thrusting anew, in the missionary position except that her legs then encircled my waist, our coupled parts making the unseemly sounds which often accompany vigorous sexual activity. She let go of her senses to fully appreciate lusty, unrestrained shagging in a way that she hadn't previously allowed herself to and I was pleased to be able to follow suit. She bucked and writhed and rolled her hips as she clawed desperately at my pumping bum, my hard belly pounding noisily on hers as she strove for release. Suddenly she went rigid once again when I felt her vaginal muscles rhythmically grip tightly and relax repeatedly around my slippery, sliding cock until I too came to climax.
We clung together until we'd cooled and relaxed and went to sleep, waking very late because we'd forgotten to set the alarm clock. Norman noticed my flustered state when he arrived to pick me up and we spent an hour over a big, hearty breakfast, which I needed, in the hotel dining-room.
Late in the morning I heard him ask Laurel, his office manager, whether she'd mind looking after me at lunchtime as he had a previous date. She was an old friend and made comment indicating her suspicion as to what kind of date or assignation it might be. I rang the hotel to see if Deby wanted to lunch, but found she'd gone out with a 'Mrs Searle', so I accepted Laurie's offer of a salad at her place.
She was an attractive woman of around forty, deeply tanned, dark curled hair and compact figure, a still-pretty face and a happy, jocular nature. Her home was fairly new with all mod cons, built with entertaining in mind, a pool and permanent barbeque accessable through french windows and a rear kitchen door. She gave me a beer before setting about preparing lunch while I opened the door to look out and saw a naked couple furiously banging away on a large towel on the shady lawn. When Laurie saw my reddening complexion she laughed and explained that it was her husband Ian and one of her close girlfriends. "You're going to think we're all sex-maniacs, but it's a great way to keep in shape, and friends."
"Norm said there was quite a lot of it about," I told her, feeling a bit foolish. "Suggested I try it, but my wife would never agree to it."
"There was a time, believe it or not, when I was appalled at the idea of my making love with anyone other than Ian. Now it's second nature to cement new acquaintanceships with a lovely, introductory nooky. Want to give it a try and see what a great ice-breaker it is?"
"Oh...erm...ah...," I stammered in embarrassment. "I...erm...you know...hardly know you."
"Okay," she said. "Maybe another time, eh?"
Suddenly I was disappointed at her easy acceptance of a hesitation to try casual sex, but realized it was not nearly such a big deal to her as it was to me.
