Ever since shagging my wife, as she sucked on a stranger's cock, my mind has obsessed with sexual images. Truthfully, horny ideas have occupied front seat in my imagination. Is this normal?
With my wife, Melanie, we enjoy a healthy sex life. We both value the innocence and growth we've had as life partners, and are happy to have no other lovers in our history. She is satisfied with sex three to four times a week. I always want more.
It was my initiative that led to Mel's erotic actions and her being two-manned. It was over-the-top, great orgasms, for us both. Her enthusiastic participation in swinging surprised me. It leads me to think, what's next?
Mel has expressed a desire to continue our arousal travels. I've been busy searching online for adult resorts, cruises, and clubs. Simon and Alice, swinger friends from our first, and only physical experience, have kept in touch. We've made plans to meet in an area called 30A on the Florida panhandle. Together, we have rented a beach home for a long weekend.
While I wait for that date to arrive, the anticipation is killing me. One moment, the lure of carnal adventure is almost too stirring. The next, I worry about how this new lifestyle will affect our happy marriage. What if it goes wrong? Is it worth risking a great marriage for sexual fantasies?
For her part, Mel tells herself that this is for me. Deep down, she's discovered that she enjoys acting out, letting go, and the attention of others. Mel is confident it can be done, while keeping us strong. She trusts that we will always be together as a couple. I believe in Mel, and can't imagine us not married. We are just adding spice to our love life. Isn't that what sex should be, fun, consensual and exciting?
So, our next "sex trip" begins. We fly to Panama City, FL, then take a shuttle to our house in Seaside. The other couple is driving in from Orlando.
At Las Vegas, where we met Simon and Alice, the lone encounter lasted a few hours. The sex was great, we hit it off, but I'm apprehensive about three nights together. After all, you can only have so much sex, right? What will we do the rest of the time?
Fortunately, Seaside has much to offer. It is renowned for its architecture and urban planning. It sits on the gorgeous white sand and blue water of the Gulf. Within walking distance, there are dozens of restaurants, shops, and bars.
Early Friday evening, Alice and Simon arrive. We walk to Seaside town center, and find a place to eat and drink. It's here, after some small talk, that the conversation gets interesting.
Simon says, "We are excited to see you guys. We have one big question. At our last swing, you chose intercourse only with your spouse. We respect that, but must ask, do you want to fuck my wife? I want to fuck yours."
"Yes, I want Alice. I'm good with you and Mel too, if she agrees." Is my reply. It's a big decision for me. I care deeply about being my wife's sole intercourse partner, but looking at Alice, finding her so attractive, pushes me over. The thought of watching Mel with Simon lifts my arousal. I tell myself again, I trust Mel. I trust us.
Mel's turn, "I think so, but not tonight. Ask me tomorrow."
"Take your time Mel, I'm sure we can find plenty of hot stuff to do tonight," adds Alice. "Actually, since you enjoyed sex toys so much last time, we brought something special for you."
That leaves me wonder-lusting. We finish our meals, stroll home, anticipating something memorable.
At our rental house, we explore, it is an impressive home, full of luxury features. Most prominent is the fourth-floor crow's nest. It's open on all sides, with a tin roof, and great views. We can see the hundreds of other Seaside upscale homes. Some with crow's nests, all with views of each other, and the nearby Gulf waters.
While the four of us take in the top-of-the-house scenery, Alice and Simon look at each other, nod a silent, "this will do", agreement. They ask us to relax, promising to be right back. Their return is in minutes, Simon carrying a heavy duffle bag. Alice bringing a bottle of vodka, glasses, and mixers.
Alice proposes a toast, "to new friends, and great experiences!"
"Cheers," rings out from the four of us.
Alice continues, "You two gave us a big thrill in Vegas. It's hard to believe it was your first swing. We've been at it for years, and that night is a favorite. We hope to surpass expectations, and return the favor this weekend."
While Alice speaks, I admire her trim figure. Clearly, she is serious about her fitness. She has great legs, thin, but muscular. An ass to die for, especially if you like small, tight ones. Some may consider her tits tiny, but I recall her large, dark nipples and relish seeing them again. For a woman in her fifties, she has toned arms and still retains the V-shaped shoulders and waist of her youth.
While I'm lusting, Alice finishes, "tonight will take some trust. Please know that our desire is to see you fully satisfied."
Yes, my kind of woman!
Alice looks to my wife, "do you trust me, Mel?"
Uncertainly, Mel answers, "yes."
"Then, do as I say, please." Alice puts her arm around Mel's shoulders, moves her to stand beside the crow's nest' center post. Simon joins them. I watch, from a comfortable chair. Simon and Alice hug, and caress Melanie. She returns the gestures. Kissing Alice lightly, then strongly mouthing Simon. They remove Mel's clothes. Leaving her laced panties and bra. Simon moves to retrieve his duffle bag, opens the zipper, and begins removing the contents.
Alice asks again, "do you trust me?"
"Yes, yes." More confidently.
Alice looks to Simon. From the gear, he pulls out some soft, black nylon ropes. Simon positions Mel in front of the roof's center support beam. He ties her hands behind her back, around the post. She trembles, standing nearly naked on a roof-top, for all the world to see. It's very dark out, and it seems unlikely anyone is watching, but there is no way of knowing. Certainly, if one looked from the other crow's nests, or sharply up from the street, my wife could be seen.
Alice joins Mel's nudity, removing her clothes. She bodies herself against my wife. Alice's hands move from Mel's neck, down her arms, then to her waist. She hugs Mel closely, passionately leaning against her. Alice steps back, sits on my lap, and informs us, "Simon will take it from here."
Based on Simon's naked erection, he is ready for the job. He Frenches Mel, she reciprocates. He pulls off her bra. Plays with her well-shaped, perfect breasts. Slides off her dampening panties, and enjoys the completely bare view of her sexy curves. I'm pleased to see Mel clean shaven. Something she rarely does. Simon takes his hard dick, and massages my wife's silky clit. She moans, "what, what are you doing?"
"Warming you up Mel, are you ready? asks Simon.
"No, not that. Not yet." Strains Mel.
Simon explains, "Oh no Mel, I'm not going to fuck you. We have a sex machine for that."
Simon moves smoothly, reaches into the duffle bag. He pulls out a state-of-the-art, sex fucking machine. In seconds, he has it in place, between my wife's legs. He attaches the biggest dildo I've ever seen, lubes it thoroughly. He liberally applies lubrication to my wife's already wet cunt. Taking a few moments to lick her clit, and finger fuck her. He asks again, "are you ready?" She nods yes, with a nervous face.
He starts the alluring device, aligns the phallus with Mel's vagina; as she stands, legs spread, tied to a post, stripped, open to the night air. He starts cautiously with the remote control. The machine pushes itself, in and out, of her. Slowly, in and out. The dildo's size takes Mel by surprise. At first, some discomfort. As she stretches, it gives her a feeling of fullness. The pressure on her G spot is sensational.
Simon stands in front of Mel, he strokes her, sucks her hardened tits, brushes her lips, then looks toward his wife.
Alice and I are enjoying the show. With her sitting naked on my lap, my erection aches. She unbuttons my shirt, runs her hand down my chest, and opens my pants. Simon turns in time to see his wife kneel, as I stand up. She removes my pants, and starts fondling me.
Alice leans in, puts her mouth around my dick. Simon moves behind my wife. From here, he plays with her body while watching us. My wife has a clear view of our pleasure. As I can see her. Simon increases the speed of the dildo, Mel pants.
I've always thought my wife gave the best possible blow job in the world. Simon's wife is giving her a run for the money. She deep throats my cock. Farther than my wife ever achieved. The combination of slippery pressure is awesome.
When I think I'm nearly done, she pulls back. Alice reaches for the lube, loads up her finger. She smirks at me, and questions, "Do you remember sticking your finger in my ass?"
Of course, I do. It was in Vegas, as she climaxed. Apparently, she will return the favor. She pushes upward with her middle finger, massages my prostate. Wow, that's a wild feeling. Alice continues the pressure, while resuming her deep throat. Her mouth is sloppy wet, and her throat is tight. She swallows, I feel the contraction. Her tongue does magic tricks on my penis' head. As I come, she adds force to my prostate, my balls tingle. This spreads outward to my entire body. It feels like every last drop of sperm is rushing out of me, into Alice's hungry mouth.
I find my seat, look to Mel and Simon. Mel seems lost in the passion of her hardest fuck ever. Juices running down her legs shine in the night's light. Simon hands me the remote for my wife's sex machine. I look at her, turn it up a tad. She moans.
