PART 1
Following my epiphany with Bill in London, Richard and I soon found that our lovemaking had taken on a whole new dimension. Although there had been no other men involved, my experience with Bill had swept away a lot of the hang-ups that had been holding me back, allowing us to explore further. True, I had briefly experienced several negative emotions the morning after my encounter, but these soon subsided when I reasoned that Richard had been present and had been a willing participant in the affair. Indeed, I suspected that he had been heavily involved in setting the whole thing up!
Both of us had been highly excited upon our return home and talked at great length about the experience and our future plans for more adventures. Richard had fulfilled his promise to make love to me against the bedroom wall as Bill had, although it has to be said, nowhere near as expertly. Still I enjoyed it and indeed it brought back wonderful memories!
We both agreed that we should try to involve another man in our sex lives. Richard admitted that he had been incredibly aroused watching Bill and I having sex, especially seeing me impaled on Bill's big cock and wanted to see me with other men. I was also happy to do this, but decided that we needed to make some ground rules before we continued.
Eventually we agreed on the following:
1 No meetings with a third party unless we were both present.
2 All meetings to take place only when we were out of town.
3 Only strangers to be involved.
4 No repeat meetings after we returned home.
5 Either of us had the right to veto at any time
We both felt happy with these rules and considered that adhering to them essential for protecting our marriage.
It was to be quite a few months before we were able to try out our rules however, we had no money to spare and couldn't afford to go away anywhere. Then Richard got a new job which paid a lot more and we started to plan for a week away in the coming summer. We eventually decided on a nice hotel overlooking the harbour in Newquay, Cornwall and waited impatiently for the summer to arrive.
At long last the day arrived; we set off on the train to Newquay in great anticipation of a week of excitement and passion. By now that night with Bill was becoming a distant memory, but I could still feel a tingle between my legs every time I thought about it. However there were lots more tingles when I thought of what might transpire in the coming week.
We arrived mid-afternoon on a warm sunny day and were shown to our room, large and airy with a picture window which looked out over the harbour and the sea beyond. I was delighted, and gave Richard a large hug of pleasure. "It's perfect," I cooed, "just what I'd hoped for."
Richard eyed the large double bed and gave me 'that' look. "How about we try the bed out before we explore?" he suggested.
"No dear." I said. "Let's explore first then we can both look forward to some fun later tonight." He reluctantly agreed and we set off to explore the hotel and then Newquay itself.
We returned to our room about 6pm and I headed off to the shower, ensuring that I locked the bathroom door, because I recognised the horny mood that Richard was in. Whilst I was feeling horny too, I didn't want him to peak too early and was determined to make him wait until bedtime. I was a little apprehensive as I left the shower. What would happen tonight? With Bill it had been unplanned and totally spontaneous, this time we would be looking to find a suitable man. Would we have to entice him or would he act like Bill had? Would it end in disaster and embarrassment or ecstasy?
I dismissed these doubts as I towelled myself dry and regarded my naked reflection in the bathroom mirror. Not bad I thought. Not exactly a stunning body but at 21 years of age it was nice and firm. My bottom was a bit too flat for my liking, but I had nice firm large boobs and reasonably good legs; that, coupled with an engaging smile, might be all that I needed.
I had bought a couple of sets of sexy undies especially for this holiday and a couple of new summer dresses. I chose the ivory coloured undies; lacy see-through bra which displayed my boobs perfectly and lacy front panties with a satin back. My dress was a short sleeved, high waisted, A line cotton dress in a pink and white floral pattern. It had a deep V neck to give an enticing view of my cleavage and a flared hem that came just above my knees. I dressed, and looked again in the mirror. My confidence returned as I primped and pouted, maybe I would 'do' after all.
Richard gasped as I re-entered the bedroom. "Wow! You look gorgeous," he said. "Very sexy." He was wearing a light blue polo shirt and a pair of light grey summer slacks and looked very nice, himself.
I smiled at him, "Thanks sweetheart," I cooed. "Let's hope it does the trick."
It's done the trick already," he said, making a move to feel my boobs and kissing me warmly. His hands slid down the front of my dress touching my breasts through my bra.
I let him feel me for a few minutes, enjoying the experience, then pulled away saying, "That should keep you interested until bedtime, let's go and eat."
After I refixed my lipstick and straightened my dress we made our way downstairs and entered the bar for a pre-dinner drink. The bar was comfortable with a door that led onto an outside terrace, bathed in warm evening sunlight, overlooking the sea. We chose a table on the terrace and Richard went to get some drinks while I admired the view.
Presently a middle-aged couple approached and sat at the next table. They looked to be in their forties; she was tall and incredibly slim, almost to the point of being skeletal. She was dressed in a plain, full length white, sleeveless cotton dress with thin shoulder straps; very high heeled white open-toe stiletto shoes and carried matching clutch bag. Her hair was blonde, quite short and very well cut. A single string of pearls around her neck disguised the fact that she was extremely flat-chested.
He was about six feet tall and slimmish, but not as slim as Richard was in those days, with dark brown hair which was short and very well cut too. He wore a lovely charcoal grey, silky long-sleeved shirt pair of very well cut dark blue trousers.
We smiled 'good evenings' and after a few seconds the man left to go to the bar, smiling at me warmly as he passed. I responded with my 'best' smile and his face lit up. He wasn't bad looking, not exactly dishy but he had a gorgeous smile which made my heart flutter.
"Isn't it a lovely evening?" I heard her say.
"Yes," I replied. "Delightful."
"I do love the sun don't you?" She said smiling.
"I do," I said. "Especially at this time of day."
"I'm Sandra," she continued. "And my husband is John".
"Glen," I replied. "And mine's called Richard."
We continued chatting, passing the time of day and Richard returned with our drinks closely followed by John. Sandra and I introduced our husbands. "We've already met," Said John smiling. "We were chatting at the bar." He leaned forward to shake my hand, "Pleased to meet you Glen." I noticed that his eyes were focussed on my cleavage and I felt a little naughty as I leaned forward to take his hand, so giving him a better view.
