The Labor Day weekend turned out to be more noteworthy that I every imagined. Beginning in spring and continuing through the summer, my wife Anne had been talking with a friend of ours (Lisa) about the sexual relationship Anne has with her lover, Mason, and the cuckold relationship she has with me. To make a long story short, Lisa finally cuckolded her husband, my friend Jack, near the end of August, when she spent the night with her new lover, Justin, in the guest room of Anne's and my house.
Anne and I had talked a lot about that weekend during the following days, and Anne was aroused enough by the events to call Mason for a rare weekday rendezvous on Wednesday. What I didn't know was somewhere in those days, Anne, Lisa, Mason and Justin cooked up a Labor Day weekend plan.
On Thursday night Anne told me that the six of us would rendezvous Friday evening at a suites motel in a town about an hour and a half drive from us. (Anne and I were kid-free for the weekend: Two were off with friends on the other families' trips; the third got indulged by grandparents.) Mason and Justin drove down with us, and a holiday mood prevailed in the car. I had a sense it would be a memorable weekend.
Cell phone calls enroute revealed Jack and Lisa were already at the motel, and we found them sitting in the bar. Justin greeted Lisa with a lingering kiss; Jack flushed a bit as he watched them, then looked at me with a sheepish look. I noticed he already had one empty highball glass in front of him. "You OK?" I whispered, as I sat down next to him. He nodded, and lifted his second drink toward me as if in a toast. "I expect that's just the beginning," he said.
The six of us ate dinner together. The couples--and by that I mean Anne & Mason and Lisa & Justin--did a lot of hand holding and casual touching, the type of lover's play that seeing my wife indulge in with another man never fails to excite me while also making my stomach flip-flop. After dinner we carried our bags to the room, which turned out to be a small suite with two queen size beds in the bedroom, and a living area spacious enough for the sofa to fold out into a double bed. I understood now why Anne had insisted we pack separate bags.
But the more surprisingly to me were the bedroom sleeping arrangements. To my knowledge, my wife had never shared a bedroom with another couple--whether sleeping with me or with Mason. There was no question that there was to be sex this weekend, which meant both Lisa and Anne were planning to pleasure their respective lovers in full view of each other. It took another minute or two for me to realize that it these sleeping arrangements also meant that whatever services I would render to Lisa and Mason would be in full view of the other occupants of the bedroom.
I don't know if any of this had sunk in on Jack yet before we Anne directed us all to our respective areas to change into swim suits. The ladies and their men emerged from the bedroom in bikinis--the women in skimpy suits that barely contained their curves, the men in racing suits that were more conservative in comparison to the women but which still flattered their muscular bodies and highlighted their bulges. Jack and I looked positively frumpy in our boxer trunks.
The lighthearted sensual mood of dinner continued in the pool, with lots of splashing and playfulness. Jack and I weren't excluded from the fun, but we were definitely not the focus of the women's attention. Since it was later in the evening, only a few other people shared the pool with us. What vibes they picked up, I can't say. But I don't think it was glaringly evident that Jack and I were the husbands of the women who were hanging on the two well-built black men. Lisa, fully in the grasp of new lust, was a bit less discreet than Anne; several times I saw her find a reason to run her hand over Justin's impressive bulge. I observed that Jack also noticed--and while his trunks didn't advertise his reactions as well as Justin's did, I'm nonetheless certain that there was a reaction.
I was anxious walking back to our room from the pool, wondering how the night would proceed from here. Back "home," Anne asked me to pour everyone a drink. We all stood around a bit, sipping the bourbon I'd brought along and complimenting the choice of hotels. Finally, there was a pregnant pause and I turned anxiously to Anne. "Well, boys," she said. "we'll see you in the morning," and grabbed Mason by the hand and led him to the bedroom. Justin and Lisa followed, the bedroom door shut and Jack and I were left standing in the living area by ourselves.
For a moment, I just stood there, then I laughed, saluted Jack with my glass, and said, "Well, that was unexpected." That got Jack to laughing too, and I could see some of the tension fall away from him. We turned on the TV, folded out the bed and prepared to tuck ourselves in. Apologetically, I explained to Jack that I usually slept nude and hadn't anticipated sharing a bed with anyone--particularly him. He assured me it was fine, and we both ditched our wet trunks and slipped under the sheets, feigning interest on whatever movie was on TV. In truth, our attentions were drawn to the other side of the bedroom door, from where sounds of lovemaking were beginning to emerge. Nothing specific, but clearly neither couple was feeling restrained by the other's presence.
It's not like I haven't heard Anne and Mason making love--I hear it a half dozen nights a month, after all. But usually I'm alone in the guest room, waved away by my wife and her lover, free to listen and stroke until sleep overtakes me. This night was different, of course. Not only were Lisa's and Justin's voices part of the soundtrack--a crescendoing chorus of "oh yes, oh yes, oh yes" from Lisa was particularly thrilling--but I was restrained from gaining release by my friend lying next to me. There was no question any more of Jack being immune to the excitement of the moment--the sheet was definitely raised over Jack's body even before I killed the lights and the TV. In desperation, I rolled onto my stomach and willed myself to sleep.
I woke first, though it was already after 9 when I slipped out of my bed and awkwardly pulled on my still-slightly-damp swim trunks. I fired up the coffeemaker that sat on the living area bar, and found a coffee cake in the bag of munchies Anne had packed. "I could use a cup of that, too, if you please my love." Anne's voice sang out from the bedroom, followed by a trio of "Me, too!" I filled four of the hotel's mugs, balanced them on a tray and carried them into the lovers' room.
There's something intensely erotic about a room where lovemaking has happened, especially when the participants are still occupying the beds. Anne was sitting up, her breasts exposed, her hair mussed, and her eyes bright from good sleep and good sex. Mason lay beside her, with the sheet pushed away enough to expose all the physical assets that made him an outstanding lover for my wife. His hand was lightly tracing circles on her back, in the way men do when they can't stop touching their partner. This, too, is not an unfamiliar scene to me. But it's also one of those powerful cuckold moments when there's not forgetting that your wife's favorite sex partner is not you.
"Hey, they aren't the only thirsty ones in here." Lisa's voice, still a bit husky with sleep and sex, pulled my eyes from Anne and Mason. Although I'd seen Lisa topless the weekend before, and she was now covered by a sheet, the sight of her nestled against Justin's muscular frame was the most erotic view I'd had of a women other than Anne. When they reached for their mugs, the sheet fell away from them. At that moment, I was thankful to be the only dressed person in the room.
Getting everyone ready took considerable time, since both couples grabbed a quickie in the shower. Anne and Mason were in the bedroom at the time, maybe dressing, maybe not, so I retreated to the balcony to give Jack a measure of privacy as his wife's moans and pleas filled our room again. Several minutes later he joined me there, his face flushed. Well, at least one of us had gotten some release, I thought.
"I didn't expect it would be like this," he said, as we stared out over the pool. Two young kids were busily splashing each other as their parents lolled in chaise lounges, holding hands as they nursed hotel mugs of coffee.
I wasn't entirely sure of his meaning, but it seemed like as good an opening for the talk I'd wanted to have with Jack. "If this doesn't work for you Jack, you have to tell Lisa. If you can't handle her being with someone else, you have to be honest with her."
He was quiet for a long time. I wasn't sure if he was thinking, or watching the husband and wife below us, or pondering how much force he'd have to use to throw me into the pool. "I just meant I thought it would be like last weekend...you know, watching her with him."
"Oh." I felt pretty stupid at that moment. "I thought...I mean, I was worried--"
