The games get wilder. Sex with a stranger.
My wife, Carol, and I initiated a sex game a few months ago.
We are a very social couple and go to a lot of parties. At one particularly wild party we went skinny dipping with a bunch of friends. A friend, Tom, asked if he could dance with Carol in the pool. They danced naked and he rubbed his prick all over her. She danced a second time with him, put her arms around his neck and rubbed her shaved mound on his leg. The dance ended with them in a passionate kiss.
My emotions were racing out of control- jealousy yet extremely turned on. We went to a number of parties where Carol got bolder dancing with Tom. Carol never wore underwear. Eventually this led to our inviting Tom back to our house. Tom and Carol had mad passionate sex while I watched. We both loved it.
It was a sexually charged evening. It brought us closer together. The memories were burned into our minds. They fueled our sex talk and Carol would be moaning about fucking other men. We knew we had to do it again and again.
For our vacation that year we decided to rent a cottage on lake Radnor. We drove to the lake on a Saturday afternoon. The cottage sat on stilts directly on the lake. The cottage was one large room with a king size bed, an open kitchen, a living area and a large deck overlooking the lake. The cottage came with a temporary membership to a yacht club and a float boat.
We unpacked and got ourselves settled in. We decided to have dinner at the yacht club. The yacht club was a large white clapboard building, set on the lake, with decks running around it and moorings for yachts and smaller boats.
For dinner Carol wore a gauze see through top tied just below her breasts and very short denim skirt. I dressed in my usual khakis and polo shirt. We got there about 8 o'clock. The crowd was very cheery and casual with a lot of good looking people.
Our table overlooked the lake and the lights from other cottages. We ordered martinis and looked around. We ate a delicious meal of lake white fish and a bottle of crisp white wine.
After the meal a small group of locals set up to play dance music. Furniture was rearranged to set up to make room for dancing. The dance floor was quickly crowded and the lights were dimmed. Carol and I went to the bar and ordered more martinis. We left our drinks at the bar and headed for the dance floor.
The mood was very romantic. Carol molded herself to my body and we murmured sweet love words to each other and swayed to the music.
Half way through our second dance someone tapped me on my shoulder and asked "Could I have a dance with the lovely lady?". I said lets chat for a minute or two. We all went back to the bar. He introduced himself as Brian. He was a tall good looking man wearing the yacht club colors.
He led Carol to the dance floor. The song was a slow romantic tune. As they were dancing he pointed out the window to a large impressive yacht. Carol put her arms around his neck, attached herself to his body and put her head on his shoulder. Brian looked over at me and I just smiled.
He started running his hands over Carol's back and down her arms and pulled her closer to him. Carol pushed her mound onto his legs and made small humping moves. Her mini skirt pushed up a bit and I could see her ass cheeks peeking out. They danced a few more songs then came back to me at the bar.
They both looked flushed and Carol's nipples were pointed and erect. We stood at the bar talking for a while then Brian casually put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him. Brian was a very charming man. He told us he was single and traveled for his work. Tonight was his last night at the lake. I put my arms around Carol's waist and she was trapped between us.
The bar was crowded and loud. I moved my hand down and gently caressed her mound. Brian draped his hand down and caressed her nipple.
I thought this was moving very fast and I was getting anxious and horny. Brian looked at me and said "Why don't we get more comfortable on my yacht?". Carol nodded yes and beamed at the two of us.
