It's odd how things work out. I had been talking to her about a vacation at Hedonism for a couple of years. At 40 plus, my wife is a bit conservative. Strong Catholic up bringing. Good girls don't do things like that. You know the story. She had indulged me a few times and let me take some nude pics of her which we had posted on the web, using the name MrsAE (AE for alter ego). That's where I got my handle, MrAE. She claimed to be tolerating one of my little perversions, but she enjoyed the comments more than she would admit. She even got to the point that she would supervise my posting. Wanting to be sure that I only posted the most flattering pics.
I love the thought of sharing my beautiful wife. I frequent the web sites, read the stories, and jack off to the fantasy. I loved posting her pics and corresponding with others who enjoy the same type of play. I often fantasized about watching her with another man. But, I really believed it was the fantasy that was fun. Reality was an entirely different matter. I was never sure I wanted the fantasy to become real.
Then one night when she came home from a business trip, I got a surprise.
She had been sitting on the plane next to a guy who had just returned from a vacation at Hedonism. He had told her all about it and what a great time he had. His stories excited her and she was ready to go. Funny how he stimulated her interest where I had been unable to. Maybe this was a hint of things to come. Naturally, I planned a trip as soon as we could fit it into our schedule. We are both professionals and work long hours.
The planning was fun in itself. We shopped for clothes. MrsAE picked out a number of sexy casual outfits. She also bought bathing suits, one a tiny bikini. After all, she couldn't be completely naked in front of all those strangers, could she?
We talked about what might happen. Maybe she would sun topless, not naked. She asked if it would be ok for her to dance and flirt with other men at the parties. Of course it was. I was as encouraging as I could be without giving her reason to call me a pervert. She was comfortable with my paying limited attention to the other women. Absolutely no swinging though. Maybe a little happy grab ass and fun, but no sex. She was worried about disease. We talked about soft swinging, and she was curious. I told her we would abide by what ever guidelines she wanted. She could play as much as she liked. I wanted her to be comfortable and have a good time.
During the month or so before we left, our sex life was terrific. It had always been good, but after all those years together, there was not as much excitement. We would talk about her showing her breasts on the beach, and other men and women looking at her. She wanted to be naked, but was not sure she would be comfortable. But, she loved the thought of being able to show off. I was surprised to find she wanted to see the women as much as the men. I would talk to her about them admiring her body as we were having sex, and she would come quickly and strongly, some of her best orgasms in years. Occasionally, she would admit that having a woman look at her turned her on. But, it was talking about her flirting at the parties that excited her most. She loved the idea of teasing both men and women, without going too far.
The trip was great. She wore a sundress. We had agreed that she would not bring any lingerie. Naked under the soft cotton shift, she was visibly excited. She bounced nicely when she walked. Heads turned in all the airports. She was loving being naughty. I loved it too.
It was late afternoon when we finally arrived. The place turned out to be pretty much as advertised. Nice, but not plush. Rooms were ok, food was tolerable, service was acceptable. The first night was better than I had expected. We met some interesting people at dinner. One couple were experienced swingers, two others, like us, just looking for a little excitement. She danced with the other men and had a few drinks. Flirted and teased, but was still my sweet reserved MrsAE.
When we got back to the room, I asked if she had enjoyed herself. I knew she had, her nipples had been at attention all night. She had let her dress ride up her thighs several times. She told me two of the guys had brushed her ass while they were dancing. She was sure they knew she wasn't wearing underwear. One had an erection that he rubbed on her tummy during a slow number. She was in heaven. Lots of excitement, no cause for guilt.
