(MMMF, mainly true story, some details embellished)
All this happened in the seventies, back in those happy days of birth control pills, before AIDS, and before rampant VD; just after the days of "If it moves, fondle it" and a decade before the days of "Two condoms in every purse." Happily it was also before the days of breast implants and mandatory exaggerations of breast and penis size.
Back then, this sort of unprotected sex was normal behavior. Today, it would be insanely irresponsible. Do not try this at home. If you do try this at home, be safe.
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My young wife and I are taking a week's vacation on Nantucket, which was an old whaling village, now a fancy island resort, off the coast of Massachusetts, and it's our first time there. We're in our early thirties. We've been married less than two years, but we had dated and lived together for years before that.
It's surprisingly cool, being late in the season, too cool for shorts and T-shirts. We're both wearing sweaters, and she has pantyhose under her skirt. Remember pantyhose? Her skirt is short, well above her knees, but not what you would consider mini. She is a very slinky babe, medium height, thin and curvy, with good handful-size breasts.
We're having dinner, seafood of course, at a medium priced restaurant. We can't afford the fancy places. Nantucket is really expensive. It being tourist season, the tables are crowded close together. This is okay, as it turns out, because we get to meet the two guys at the next table. Roger is an older guy in his fifties, tall, stocky, nice looking, salt and pepper hair. Billy is much younger, our age, lanky, dark, scruffy moustache. Their story is amazing: they're sailing around the world. Roger sold his aerospace company in LA, retired to Palos Verdes but got bored. So he bought a big sailboat and equipped it with everything for single hand, long distance running. He even hired a first mate for the trip, which is expected to take a year or two, namely Billy, whom he describes as a mechanical whiz who can fix anything. A handy guy to have along on the high seas.
They're both very personable and funny and we all have a great time over dinner and much wine. Roger invites us to the boat for more drinks after dinner. We walk the few blocks to the marina. The boat is huge, 47 feet. And luxurious. The main cabin is as large as the living room of our house. Roger lights a couple oil lamps for atmosphere. There is plenty of electricity from dockside but the lamps are warmer. More wine comes out for Jan and me, Scotch for Roger, beer for Billy. We talk and laugh and drink too much. The town is very compact, there's no need to drive anywhere, so drinking is not a problem, and everyone does.
She and I are sitting together on a couch. I kiss her, long and deep, not just a peck but a lover's kiss. And not just once. It's okay; we're married.
Billy fixes something wrong with the tape deck and puts on some music. We dance. During the fast songs, she has this incredibly slinky style of moving her hips, which we are all enjoying watching. During slow songs, I hold her close, my hands on her ass. And we kiss some more. "Are you trying to start something," she asks.
"Yes."
"Well, be careful, we might have to finish it, too. But ... three guys."
Roger cuts in. And they dance close, too. And when his hand moves down over her hip to her ass, she doesn't object. More wine flows. Roger and Billy and I alternate dancing with Jan, and we're all very familiar, hands on her body.
While we're dancing again, she whispers in my ear, "The boys are getting grabby. They're following your example putting their hands on me. They're pulling me hard against them to feel me. They're all over my ass and hips and pulling up my skirt, and trying to get up my sides to my boobs. If this continues, they're going to feel up your wife. A lot."
"Do you want to stop it," I ask.
"No, not yet anyway, it's fun. And I don't think you want me to stop. I want to dance close to men. I want to feel them, too."
During one slow dance, Billy and I watch as Roger reaches between them to cup her breast. She does not push away or move his hand. And he kisses her. Again, not just a gentle peck, but a serious kiss. She opens her mouth to accept his tongue, and their lips and tongues play for long moments while he kneads her breast with one hand and her butt with the other, pulling her hips into him. Now this is serious. Roger is touching her, sexually not just friendly, and she is letting him. She looks over at me. She seems a little nervous, but she's not stopping him from exploring her body.
Seeing that she is not objecting to being touched or kissed, Billy moves behind her, and they sandwich her between them. Billy holds onto her waist and presses hard against her, and reaches up to feel her other breast. She turns around to kiss Billy for a while, then back to Roger, and back and forth a few times. I walk over to join the fun.
She grabs onto me, dances me a few feet away. She is nervous. "They're really feeling me up. Did you see? They are feeling my boobs. Both of them. And now I can feel their hard-ons pressing against my ass and my pussy. They're both hard, they both want me. They both want your wife. This is going to get serious. You're hard, too. Do you want this?"
"You are so sexy. Who can resist? We're on vacation. You want to have a little adventure? You know it turns me on."
"Mmm. Two strangers feeling me up is already an adventure. They both had their hands on my boobs. It's exciting but.... They're going to want more. Do you want that? They will try to feel me everywhere. Do you want me to let them feel me everywhere?"
"You've enjoyed two guys before, I reply. This is just one more. Let them feel you. You like us playing with your breasts, don't you? You want us to feel more. Just let them play with your body. It's just tonight. We'll never see them again. We're having fun."
