Author's ed. notes:
This is a sequel to "What? No Waffles?" and does not stand alone. Please read that story first.
Due to a couple stupid, and yes I mean stupid criticisms, I add this disclaimer - please assume all my characters practice safe sex.
Unlike most of my "swapping" stories, which have consenting couples with happy outcomes, this story features a couple that suffers serious fallout from a previous swap. Generally, I don't like this kind of story and don't usually write such, but this sequel kind of wrote itself and I just hung on and tried to punctuate correctly (something I suck at).
I hope you enjoy. I'll understand if you don't.
My stories are long with a lot of set-up and most of the "action" in later chapters, no quickies here, although this one starts a little quicker.
Thank you for taking the time to read my stories and I appreciate intelligent comments and constructive criticism.
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PREAMBLE
After our very much unplanned tryst in Germany, Lana and I returned home a different couple, at least in some respects. At first, the only obvious difference was our newfound passion for sex.
We went from an active sex life - some form of lovemaking three to five times a week with occasional "double-headers" - to every damned day and usually having some form of sex multiple times a day.
At first, this seemed like a great development in our 22-year old marriage, which, while not exactly stale, had lost a little luster in the sex department - but damn, this was incredible, and Lana, now self-proclaimed "Lana the Slut," had become a wild woman, insatiable.
Could a man be any more fortunate?
Mmmm...well...perhaps if we had talked right away about what happened and had frankly and honestly addressed the changes in Lana, perhaps everything would have been, "manageable." But we didn't.
We didn't talk about Ray and Tami. We didn't address our sleeping with another couple - my fucking another woman and Lana fucking another man.
Sometimes, what gets you in trouble is not what you say, or even what you do - but what goes unsaid, or undone...
PROLOGUE
After returning home from our first romantic, adult vacation since our honeymoon, Lana and I settled back into our routine lives - doing our not-too-demanding consulting jobs, being domestic and doing our best to be good to each other. Our next planned adventure was scheduled for this coming August. This story opens with events occurring in June, following our January trip to Bavaria.
Currently, I am living alone, my wife is living with close friends and the life we once had is obviously over. There was a book and subsequent movie with the title "Once Is Not Enough," and that statement, standing alone, sounds good. But for me, looking back at Germany, maybe once, was one time too many.
As I write this, I don't see a happy ending in sight.
INTRODUCTIONS
I am Jack, 46 and my wife is Lana, 42. We've been married 22 years and have twins in college. We lived an active life style centered on the outdoors. We were a "best friends" couple and did pretty much everything together. I didn't have separate "guy" activities and Lana didn't have separate "gal" activities, per se. We had a very healthy sex life, but by today's standards, it was a fairly tame one - until Germany. We did include fantasy/role play in our lovemaking on occasion, and we had tried about every position our bodies would accommodate. However, we were not into anything we considered really kinky - BDSM, auto erotica, latex suits, etc. We had shared some fantasies about other people, but had never considered actually swinging - until last winter - we didn't exactly "consider" it then...we just did it.
Lana is 5'-7" and 130 lbs. Her full, B-cup breasts, slender torso, slender hips and firm legs and buttocks round out her overall svelte and well-proportioned "34-23-33" body. Her breasts have only a slight pout and fill out her slender chest quite nicely. Her long, slim torso ends in a small, firm waist. We are joggers and as a result of this and her gym workouts, my wife has great legs and a great behind, which is firm and muscular, but nicely rounded. Few twenty-something women can come close to matching her beautiful derriere, or the rest of her figure for that matter. For having two kids and being 42 years old, she has kept her shape very well.
She has a medium complexion and shoulder length, dark brown hair with subtle highlights of light-brown and dark-blonde for a very attractive effect. With well-proportioned features, her lovely face is highlighted by medium-full lips and exotic looking, light brown eyes that have golden flecks in them.
Lana is not the most beautiful or sexiest woman alive. She is not the type that men go, "Wow, I'd like to do her!"
She's the type that men say, "Man, I wished my wife looked as good as her."
I've actually heard that or an equivalent, several times, and just as often, from young men. She is simply the entire package put together perfectly.
I am 5'-11', 185, fairly muscular with a decent physique. As I said, we are avid joggers, and as a result, I have well-muscled legs and a good looking butt! Really! Women have always said my butt is my best feature. (I know, what does that say about my face?) My stomach and waist are in decent shape for 46. I don't have a "six-pack," but I don't have a "12-pack" either, and my love handles are minimal. I have a medium complexion and light-brown to dishwater-blonde hair, depending on the light. I wear it clean around the ears and off the collar, but not too short on top. I am clean shaven with a strong chin and jaw line, a straight nose, and, according to my wife, "sexy" eyes. I don't see it. (Pardon the pun.) I have two, they're blue.
THE STORY
I. A WILD, TOPLESS RIDE!
It was mid-June and I had just returned home from a consulting job in San Diego, and Lana met me at airport baggage claim. I had only been gone five days but you would have thought it had been weeks. Lana practically tackled me. I saw her coming. God she looked hot. At 42, she looks 30, and lately she was dressing that way.
She used to dress fairly conservatively - always feminine, always stylish and attractive, but sensible, never risqué - two-inch heels, just-below-the-knee skirts, cap-sleeve blouses, etc., but nothing too revealing or tight.
That all changed after Germany - tight fitting shorts and pants that emphasized her fabulous butt, shorter skirts, snugger blouses and sweaters, open at the top more, off-the-shoulder peasant blouses, and even numbers that showed her bare midriff...even tube tops. And bras? Optional accessories these days.
Those sensible shoes and conservative pantyhose were replaced by three and four-inch heels and silk stockings with garters. You get the picture.
I had a short few seconds to take in her current outfit before she wrapped herself around me in greeting. She was wearing a bright, aqua-blue tube top, which tightly wrapped and delightfully accented the swell of her plump breasts and outlined her prominent nipples. The bottom hem stopped just above her navel, showing off her firm, slender midriff and sexy vertical "innie." She had on white capri pants that looked like they were painted on and I could see no evidence of a panty line. And she was even more tanned than when I left. She had obviously been spending more time at the pool.
When she hugged me, I wrapped her in my arms and we kissed like teenagers, but for decorum's sake, I quickly broke it - I've never liked overtly sexual displays in public, kind of think they're rude to others.
Lana started talking a hundred miles an hour as she fell in beside me, holding my arm while I searched the carousel for my luggage.
"...my trip to Toronto got cancelled...you remember that brochure we got from that travel agency about the 'adult' venues in the Seychelles, well I got a quote on an all-inclusive vacation...the dishwasher quit again so I got a new one...my mother got a dog...Our snotty neighbors are moving...I bought that Audi I was looking for..."
"What?" I stuttered.
I was saturated by everything she was telling me and not surprised by any of it until "...I bought that Audi..."
And not because we couldn't afford it, but because Lana had never bought a car without me before, ever. I was the deal maker. She hated to negotiate.
"I hope that's okay?" she quickly came back, a little defensively.
"Oh, no, honey. That's fine. I'm just surprised..."
"Tony called me yesterday morning. They got in an S5 convertible in the Navarro blue. I negotiated a good price...almost $10,000 off."
"What?"
"You keep saying that."
"You hate to negotiate."
"Well, I discovered I can do it, too. I've watched you a hundred times. You'd have been proud. I was drooling all over the car and acted like I was ready to give him my checkbook and when he said he'd draw up the papers, I said, 'Thanks but I'll think about it. I'm looking at a couple other possibilities,' then I headed for the door. Ha, ha, ha. Tony practically tripped over his own feet trying to catch me and stop me. I wore him down. It took two hours, but..."
"I am proud of you. I'm stunned though. What got into you?"
"Oh, Jack, wait till you see it. I had to have it. But I knew I had to do it right or you wouldn't be happy. Besides, I had fun. I wore a silk blouse with no bra or camisole and left it unbuttoned down to here and I kept leaning forward as I talked to Tony. He didn't stand a chance!"
She laughed again. I joined her...My new wife. Now that she had discovered her sexuality, she was like a new woman. The amazing woman I had been married to for over 20 years was now more amazing than ever - Wonder Woman: Able to screw me senseless, practically nonstop; able to seduce and outsmart wily car salesmen; and able to turn the heads of twenty year old college boys at the airport...
...My bag had just arrived and as I reached for it, I noticed two college guys in their school colors, gawking at my wife. Damn, I might need to put a leash on her...and I better start exercising more...and then there was this disturbing trend...
"It's in the parking lot. Wanna see it?" Lana asked with a big grin as I pulled my bag free and turned to leave. She still had my arm and was directing me toward the correct exit.
"Can't wait," I replied enthusiastically. I noticed as we headed out, that the two college kids were behind us heading the same direction with duffels in hand. I wondered if they were headed to their ride or were following my wife's amazing butt.
As we went through the big, sliding doors into the bright sunlight, Lana said, "I hope you're not starving."
