My wife Liz, even at 36 years old and having given birth to two kids, still looked great. Seeing her fit into tight and slim bikinis and showing off her cheeky bottoms to others by the pool and at the beach was a major turn-on for me. She knew it, too.
Her breasts weren't big, but they were perfectly proportionate to her body 5'6" frame and lean 130lbs. As an avid runner her body was tight in all the right places. Tanning booth sessions made her skin glisten. I felt like the luckiest husband in the world watching her move about the resort.
Earlier in the week we made friends with another couple named Ryan and Trish. They were a bit older than us (both 43), but really cool and down to earth. We had a lot in common, including two children and hectic/chaotic lifestyles. We dined with them the first three nights in paradise.
I know what you're thinking, but Liz and I aren't swingers. We have fantasies like everybody else, but we've never done anything to really act upon them. They've always been saved for our bedroom and stayed between us, save for maybe some light exhibitionism.
When we're on vacation, though, we do tend to get more creative physically and sexually. In the short three days we'd been on vacation so far, we'd managed to have sex on the balcony of our hotel room in broad daylight, I fingered Liz to orgasm at the hotel club/bar one night and even convinced her to leave the bathroom door slightly ajar while showering when we had room service delivered. I don't think our butler saw anything earth shattering, but it was still a major turn-on and resulted in some great sex.
Truth of the matter is, I like showing off Liz. And I think she likes it that I like it, too. At home she's much more reserved and motherly, but she kind of indulges me on trips. Truthfully, I think it gets her off, too.....even though, she'd probably never admit that.
I had definitely noticed Ryan checking her out on the trip. And it was fine by me. I had checked out Trish, too. They were both good looking mom's who took a lot of pride in their appearance.
On this particular night, after an early dinner we went with them back to the hotel club bar and danced the night away. There was innocent flirting and I think all four of us were probably guilty of letting our hands do some extra wandering with the others partner.
Trish isn't a big drinker, and on this night was probably going a bit over her limit. It wasn't even 10 o'clock before Ryan had to take her back up to their room. She was done.
To be honest, Liz and I were pretty spent, too. In addition, I think both of us were eager to get back to the room and work off some of the sexual energy that had been built up throughout the evening. We said goodbye to Ryan, and sort of to Trish who was pretty drunk, when they got off the elevator on their floor.
The doors to the elevator had barely closed before Liz and I locked ourselves in a deep, passionate kiss. I slipped my hand under my wife's dress and couldn't believe how wet her smooth pussy had become. An audible moan escaped her mouth and I told her we better stop or we'd get in trouble.
We ran down the hallway to our room and slammed the door shut. I bent her over the bed and lifted her red dress to have her gorgeous ass looking right back at me. I unbuckled my belt, dropped my pants and slid my cock easily into her dripping pussy.
The night out was our foreplay. This moment was all about sex. She cried in pleasure and I plunged my cock in and out of her hole at a rapid and fast pace. I don't think we fucked for more than five minutes before we had both cum and were collapsed on the bed.
Liz called room service and wanted our butler to come to our room and prepare a bubble bath for her. The service at this particular hotel was almost too much. They catered to everything you could possibly want.
Being the guy I am, I encouraged Liz to wear just a hotel towel when the butler came to the room. In the back of my head, I imagined the butler's at the resort fighting over who got to help us. Liz was always in a certain stage of undress when they would come around. I had to think they noticed and appreciated the show.
My wife settled into a hot bubble bath in our bathroom jacuzzi with a glass of red wine. I just threw on a pair of shorts and watched some TV on the bed. My phone buzzed and I saw I had a text from Ryan. He apologized for Trish drinking so much and said she was passed out in bed. I told him not to worry and that it happens to even the best of us.
I'm pretty sure he was hoping he was going to score some pussy from Trish that night, but obviously that wasn't going to happen. I told him if he wanted that he was more than welcome to come to our room, have a drink, smoke a little weed and hang out with us. Much to my surprise, he said yes.
I wasn't really expecting that response, but I wasn't going to rescind the offer, either. That would have seemed rude. I figured I better go tell my wife. After all, I hadn't really asked her if it was ok.
So I just came out and told her Ryan was coming up to our room. She kind of gave me this evil and sly smile. Believe it or not, I wasn't really thinking anything like that, but I won't say the thought hadn't crossed my mind before.
"What do you think? Should I leave the bathroom door open, just to give Ryan a little peak?" I teased. "I mean, you are in the water, it's not like he's going to be able to see anything."
"Really?" she mused. "How much wine do you think I've had to drink tonight?"
"I'm just kidding, honey," I said back. "You have to admit, though, it would be pretty hot. Hell, I've noticed Ryan checking you out all week....and many of the other hotel guests for that matter, too."
"You think so?" she asked back. "I haven't noticed that."
I knew she was lying. And she loved it. Heck, I loved it, too. Something about other guys, and even women, ogling my wife was really, really hot to me.
Ryan didn't really give us much time to change our mind. Within five minutes from my last text, I heard a knock at the door.
"I think he's here," I said to my wife, staring at her in her bubble bath. "What do you think?"
"Okay," she said. "Just leave the door open and we'll get him going a little."
"Awesome," I responded, as I closed the door about halfway and went to let Ryan in.
The bathroom is only about 10 feet into the room and off to the left. I kind of played off anything that might have been happening.
"Hey Ryan," Liz shouted as we came down the hallway.
I don't think he was prepared to see what he saw. There was Liz, laying back comfortably in the jacuzzi with her naked body hidden by the water and bubbles.
"Oh, hey, Liz," Ryan stammered, clearly taken aback by the situation.
"I'll join you boys in a little bit out on the balcony. I needed take a quick bubble bath first. Hope you don't mind," she said.
"No problem at all," Ryan said.
I grabbed us a few beers and we headed out to the balcony. Ryan really didn't say anything more, and to be honest, I'm certain he was a little uncomfortable. I figured I would try and keep things as comfortable as possible, so we just smoked a little, drank and talked sports.
"Hey boys," Liz said, startling us slightly. "You didn't start smoking without me, did you?"
She was wrapped in just a towel that covered all of the important parts, but it still showed off some of her cleavage and barely covered the bottom of her spectacular ass.
Liz and I don't regularly smoke weed, but when we go on vacation we always manage to get our hands on some. It helps to relax us, and to put it blunt, no pun intended, I love when she does smoke because it makes her extra, extra horny.
"Pull up a chair," Ryan offered, being a gentlemen.
"So what are we talking about?" Liz asked, taking a long drag.
"Just your regular guy stuff," I responded, looking in amazement at my sexy wife, sitting there in just a towel, on the balcony, with a guy we didn't know just days before.
"That's some pretty good shit," Liz said, exhaling and handing it back to Ryan. "I think I'm going to go change and get into some pajamas. I'll be right back."
I felt like such a lucky husband when she leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, bending over just enough that I'm sure Ryan got a money's worth view. Like I said, Liz has no chance when it comes to a little bit of weed.
Ryan and I were both silent as she left the balcony and walked back into the room. Then she completely shocked me by standing next to the bed, in clear view of Ryan and I, and dropping her towel to the floor and putting her naked body on full display. She pranced over to her suitcase and rummaged through looking for something to wear, while not having a care in the world. I can't tell you how horny I was, and how she continued to shock even me. Usually I'm the one who has to do a little bit of encouraging.
I glanced over to Ryan and I could tell he was trying his best to be as nonchalant about the whole thing as possible. Again, I loved showing off my wife, but this was more than anything we had ever done. And I was worked up beyond my wildest dreams.
We watched her put on a white camisole that she liked to sleep in. It was probably a size or two too small, but it fit perfect, in my opinion. She doesn't bring along much for underwear on trips, but she found some black boy shorts to put on as a bottom. Truthfully, the boy shorts were probably more conservative than some of the bikini bottoms she had worn throughout the week. She then walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I kind of thought the show was over.
"Can you excuse me, Ryan," I said. "I want to grab something from the room."
"Oh, no problem," he said, clearly stunned by what he had just witnessed.
I didn't need anything in the room. I just wanted to check on Liz. It even crossed my mind to try for a quickie in the bathroom.
"Holy hell, Liz!" I exclaimed in a loud whisper, closing the bathroom door behind me.
"Are you mad at me?" she asked.
"Well, no, not exactly," I said. "To be honest, I'm not sure I've ever been more turned on by you."
"Ok, good. When I heard the door open I thought you might be upset," she said.
"I'm more shocked than anything," I said. "I never, ever in my wildest dreams thought you were capable of something so naughty," I remarked leaning in for a kiss.
"I was thinking..." Liz said, her voice trailing off a bit as she kissed me back.
"Yeah?" I questioned.
"Wow. How do I even say this? But you know how we've always kind of toyed with that idea of you, me and potentially another man joining us?" she asked.
I knew where this was going. It's definitely one of our deepest and wildest fantasies, and something we had discussed a few times before. But it's also something I never thought we would explore. It was always bedroom fodder, there to get us hotter and make the sex better. Was my wife really thinking this was something we should try?
"So you want to try and seduce Ryan?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied. "I feel like we're on vacation, and the invitation is sitting out on our balcony. Besides, I'm really, really horny and not thinking straight right now."
In my mind, I was trying not to seem so excited. I mean, she was right, to an extent. I'm not sure an opportunity would ever present itself like this again. At the same time, we had never really talked about it, in a real-life scenario, that is. Also, we had to respect Ryan. After all, he was married and his wife was passed out just a few floors before us.
Almost as if reading my mind, Liz says, "but what about Trish?"
And, of course, that was the dilemma here.
"I don't know," I said. "Part of me feels that if Ryan doesn't want anything to do with something like this, then he wouldn't be here right now and would have already left. He saw you in the jacuzzi, you sauntered around in just a towel, and then you basically did a strip tease for the both of us and he hasn't left. I'm quite certain he has interest. Whether or not he follows through? I don't know."
"Let's ask him then," Liz said, shocking me even more.
"What are our rules?" I asked back. "I mean, how far are we prepared to go?"
"Let me ask you this," she replied, reaching out her hand and massaging my erect cock through my shorts. "Do you want to see Ryan fuck me after I get done fucking you?"
First of all, holy shit! Second, I think her feeling my cock twitch in her delicate hand gave away the answer. My mind raced with excitement at the thought of him fucking my wife.
"So we're going to see if Ryan is on board with this?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm," she nodded, still stroking my cock and biting her lip.
"So how do we do this?" I asked.
"Why don't I just lead the way? Deal?"
I wasn't going to argue and couldn't believe what we were considering. We gave each other one final passionate kiss, washed up and prepared for a leap I don't think either of us envisioned a few, short hours ago.
"Ryan," Liz said as we walked out of the bathroom, "I think we're going to get to bed."
Ryan hopped up off his chair on our balcony, "oh, of course," he said. I've probably overstayed my welcome. Thanks for the beer. I'll head out and leave you two be."
"Hold on," Liz said as she grabbed his arm when he walked by on his way out. "Do you want to stay here and have a little fun with us?"
Well, Liz sure didn't beat around the bush or take her time in getting things started, did she? I couldn't believe the confidence my shy wife had tonight. This seemed completely out of character for her, but then again, we were on vacation and sort of out of character, anyway.
"Ummm," Ryan stammered, I think both searching for the words to reply and trying to decipher whether Liz was serious or just joking around. "What exactly are you asking?"
"We're just asking if you want to stay and have a little fun with us," she said, obviously flirting with him now.
Liz placed her hand over the clear bulge now forming in Ryan's shorts, as if to almost say she was making his mind up for him. Ryan looked at me and I just nodded to give my approval.
In no time, Liz had went down to her knees in front of the both of us. She never really gave Ryan an opportunity to say no, but he could have stopped her. That made me think we probably had his answer.
She unbuckled his belt and undid the button on shorts. They dropped to the floor. You could clearly see the impression his cock was making in his boxers. Still on her knees, she turned to me and pulled my shorts down, releasing my erect cock and letting it stand to freedom. As she stroked it, she peeled down Ryan's boxers, as well, as his cock sprang free from resistance.
And then she did it. She moved her mouth over his cock and licked the tip. With the slow handjob she was administering to me, combined with the scene before me, I think I could have cum.
She continued her oral ministrations on us each for over 10 minutes, going back and forth, and back and forth, between us. Neither Ryan or I said a word. We just enjoyed the sights and sounds of my 36-year-old wife playing with two cocks at the same time, for the first time in her life.
I knew I was on the verge of cumming soon, and I had to think Ryan was, as well. So I removed my cock from Liz's mouth and helped her to her feet. The two of us met for a sensual kiss while Ryan became more brazen, rubbing my wife's tits through her camisole.
When our kiss finished she turned to kiss Ryan. Seeing her tongue dart into Ryan's mouth while she gently stroked his cock was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.
Liz was way overdressed. I made her break her kiss with Ryan as a lifted her top over her head, freeing her tits for the both of us to see. Her nipples were like small pencil erasers, standing at attention. I had her lay down on the bed and took off her boy shorts, to see her smooth pussy glistening.
She laid on her back and I dove between her legs. Ryan climbed on the bed over her and put his cock to her mouth, which Liz accepted greedily. As I licked her wet pussy she let out moans of pleasure, muffled by Ryan's cock.
I turned her over until she was on her knees, Ryan's cock never leaving her mouth. She stuck her ass straight in the air, telling me that was my invitation to give her a good fucking. So I did.
I eased in the full length, not because I had to, but because I wanted to tease. Then I picked up rhythm with each thrust. She now had begun to stroke Ryan's cock while I plunged in and out of her. I was worried one of the butler's might come to the room wondering if she was being hurt she was so loud.
Seeing her go back and forth with Ryan's cock in her mouth and hand, I could no longer take it. I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock as I exploded into her accepting pussy. I looked up at Ryan and could see he was cumming into my wife's mouth. I'm not sure what was hotter, watching her suck his cock, or the fact that she was able to swallow it all.
None of us had really talked since we, or I should say Liz, propositioned Ryan. The three of us, all coming down from an amazing sexual experience, could feel the silence come over the room. Finally, Liz spoke up.
"I think I just had about four orgasms in the last five minutes. You boys are a treat," she said, lifting herself off the bed. "I need to use the restroom quick."
And she left the room. I didn't really know what to say to Ryan. The two of us were still naked, and both hard. I'm usually pretty good at recovering, and I could tell Ryan was the same. Then Liz peeked her head out of the bathroom.
"Could I talk to you real quick, sweetie?" she asked me.
"Sure," I responded, getting up to walk over to the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
"Is everything ok?" I asked.
Liz rubbed her naked body up against mine. "Everything is great, honey, but I just wanted to see what was next?"
"What do you mean?"
"I think I want to have Ryan's cock inside of me," she said. "Does that make you mad," she asked, stroking my cock gently.
"I'm not sure there's anything I want to see more than Ryan having his way with you," I replied.
"Really?"
"Really," I replied.
"Then let's go and do it. I'm so horny, honey," she said.
"I can't believe how hot you are," I told my wife. "And I can't believe I get to watch you fuck another man," I said giving her one last kiss before we stepped back into the bedroom.
"Everything ok?" Ryan asked us as we emerged from the restroom. "I mean, I totally get it if you want me to leave," he said.
"No," Liz spoke up. "Everything is just fine. We just needed to make sure we were on the same page. Now, where were we again?" she asked and teased as she kissed Ryan.
Once again, I nodded my approval to Ryan. There we stood in our hotel room as this naked guy kissed my naked wife and fondled her with his hands, all in preparation before he gives her a good fucking.
"Will you please put this in me?" Liz asked, stroking his cock with her hand.
"As long as your husband is ok with it, I will," he responded.
Liz looked back at me again for approval, and I said, "oh yeah, I'm just fine with it. Have your way with her," I assured Ryan.
My wife pushed Ryan on the bed and slid between his legs. She had already spent a while with his cock in her mouth, but she wanted another taste before he stuck it in her.
I looked on in amazement at my gorgeous wife, Liz. So prim and proper most of the time, but now letting that inner-slut come out in full display. And she knew I was enjoying every minute of it. In-between licks, she would raise her eyes at me in a playful and seductive manner, watching my cock twitch with excitement.
"Do you want to see Ryan fuck me now?" she asked.
"Please, honey," I begged her. Let him fuck you."
She climbed on top of him, the whole time staring at me, knowing full well she was torturing me, in a good way. Placing his hard cock at her entrance, she slowly sat down as I watched Ryan's cock disappear into my wife. For a brief moment, I felt maybe just a tiny pang of jealousy, but that was quickly erased as I saw her eyes roll back from feeling a different cock than mine inside her for the first time in years.
Liz fucked him slow, while Ryan's hands played with her equisite breasts in-between their passionate kisses. Then Liz would arch her back and press her arms on his thighs. I could tell by her moans that Ryan was hitting her in new places, because their intensity and speed would pick up.
I watched in amazement as she took all of Ryan's cock, slowly jerking off from my chair in our room. Both of them were getting close to climax. Liz, who for the most part seemed more subdued with Ryan than she was earlier with me, was starting to become more vocal. My seat gave the perfect view of his cock pistoning in and out of my wife.
Just as she was about to cum, Ryan lifted her off of him. He wanted to switch positions. Momentarily, Liz looked disappointed, but that disappointment was erased when Ryan entered her again from behind.
Now he fucked her hard doggystyle. I saw this as my invitation, too, climbing on the bed in front of my wife and offering my cock to her mouth, which she readily accepted. If nothing else, I thought, at least this might muffle her increasing moans.
Sitting back I had the perfect view of Ryan fucking my wife with the loud slaps ringing throughout the room. By this time, I knew Liz must have cummed multiple times and I could feel mine coming on, as well. When I heard a loud grunt from Ryan it triggered my own orgasm and I filled her throat with my seed. Ryan took his cock out of my wife and sprayed his load on her ass and back, leaving all three of us totally satisfied.
There was the usual awkward silence. Liz was as sexually satisfied as I'd ever seen her. Sensing the awkwardness, Ryan took it as his chance to excuse himself. He was a complete gentleman, giving my wife a light kiss and hug before shaking my hand and leaving the room.
Liz and I took a long, hot shower together after he left, then finished the night with one last sex escapade, just the two of us.
The next day, we inevitably saw Ryan and Trish around the hotel. We even hung out with them again. While the girls we were swimming in the pool and going to the swim-up bar, Ryan made a point to say something to me about the previous night.
"Hey," he stammered, clearly nervous and a bit out of sorts. "About last night...."
"Ryan, my man," I stopped him. "Last night fulfilled a really special fantasy for my wife and I. You were a complete gentleman. And let's just leave it at that, shall we?"
"I understand," he replied. "But I just want to make sure we keep this little secret to us. I don't think Trish needs to know."
"Your secret is safe with us," I assured him.
And we shook hands and shared a knowing smile.
The two of them left the next day. Truth be told, we liked Trish, too, and know we betrayed her trust, but nonetheless, we shared contact information with them and vowed to stay in touch, despite living thousands of miles away from one another.
For our final three days of the trip we basked in the sun and enjoyed a new kind of closeness. I know Liz loves me and that I'm the man for her, but for that one night I was happy to share her and let her fulfill a fantasy. And I'm not ruling out we do it again, either.
THE END
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