Adventures with My Slut Wife

Literotic asexstories – Adventures with My Slut Wife by creamsoda25,creamsoda25
I generally hate going places. I like my house. Relaxation is laying in bed, playing games on my phone with a movie in the background…

Don’t get me wrong, I like people and all. Hell, I have a job in sales. It’s just that socializing is my job. At home, I can shut everything and everybody out. Really get down to the business of relaxing and recharging.

Generally, I don’t understand the concept of people going out of town to relax. For me, vacation is stressful. Going to some hectic airport, sleeping somewhere hundreds of people have slept before, and eating food full of fat, sodium and sugar isn’t my idea of self indulgence.

My wife, on the other hand, is the exact opposite. She loves going out. Concerts, attractions, socializing. It’s exciting for her. When I met her, I thought we balanced each other out.. If it weren’t for her, I’d be a hermit and never leave the house. If it weren’t for me, she probably wouldn’t ever come home. She would be out drinking every night until dawn. I thought she was the yen to my yang.

In fact, she was so wild, we decided on having an open marriage to make us both happier. If something happened with somebody else, and it was a just sex situation, I told her to have at it. If it was emotional, that would be cheating. So far, she hadn’t told me anything about anybody else, and I certainly hadn’t cheated, but I understood. Sometimes things get out of hand. She was hot, and things happen. After all, I liked the freedom too. It wasn’t like we were having kids. We just wanted to have fun and do what we wanted.

Then, about six months ago, I was laying on my bed trying to enjoy my Saturday when Cindy plopped down beside me. She had just come home from the gym, and was wearing tight yoga pants and a striped shirt that showed off her tits. “You want to go to Jamaica?” she asked. She looked directly at me with that pleading look in her eyes. The one puppy dogs utilize when they want a bite of the ribeye you’re eating. I didn’t react and kept looking directly at my phone screen.

“Fuck no.” I said, still playing some stupid war tactics game.

“The Miloney’s have a place there. They want us to tag along the first week in June. Are you sure you don’t want to go?” she asked. “You like them.”

Did I? I’d met Jim Miloney maybe twice. He was an attractive enough guy. Tall and in good shape with dark hair. I could see how Jennifer was attracted to him physically, but he was brash and uncouth. Still, I didn’t dislike him. Probably because I always knew where I stood with him. He says whatever he wants in that strong Philadelphia accent, damn the consequences.

If anything, I envied him for it. I always have to make sure people think well of me. I have to watch my language, say the right thing, pretend I like kids, laugh at people’s jokes that aren’t funny, and do all that convincingly. It pays off. I am a fairly successful realtor, and how much people like me directly translates to money in the bank. Jim, on the other hand doesn’t give a fuck. If he disagrees with you about anything, you’ll hear about it.

His girlfriend Jennifer I saw all the time. She was my wife’s best friend and fucking hot. Frankly, I was surprised she was with a guy like Jim. How he managed to get a tall, hot blonde with a bubbly personality was beyond me. Anyway, his girlfriend and my wife met at work, and were best friends. Both were hair stylists in the same salon and had a lot in common. They looked a lot alike too with long blonde hair and similar builds. My wife’s tits were bigger, but they were both outgoing and had similar interests in movie stars, hairstyling techniques, waxing, and nail design…and travel.

Even so, I wasn’t sold on taking a trip with them. I liked Jennifer and Jim, but a whole week with them? “Cindy, I just want to stay here. Spend time with Max.” Max was our Golden retriever.

“My mom can watch Max, and it won’t be crazy, I promise.” Cindy argued. “You can stay at the beach house, and I won’t make you go anywhere.” she promised.

“Famous last words.” I told her, thinking back to the time we went to Hawaii. All I wanted to do was lay on the beach, but leave it to my wife to find a full agenda in a place where you’re supposed to sit around and do nothing. She wanted to go snorkeling, go to Luau’s, take every God damned tour imaginable. I just wanted to relax and lay around. I won’t say I’m sorry we went, but I could have done a quarter of what we actually did and I would have been a lot happier.

“Come on, all we have to do is pay for plane tickets down there and Jennifer says the house is really nice.”

“We’ll have to pay for food, too.” I told her. “That always costs.”

“It’s included.” Cindy continued. “Besides, it’s not like we can’t afford it. Didn’t you just sell a 2.5 million dollar house?” I stayed silent. “Besides, why have you been working out if you don’t want to show off your beach body?” she asked.

I relished the compliment as she pulled the phone from my hands and placed it on the bedside table. She then took her carefully manicured fingernails and ran them lightly on my cock.

I rolled my head back as she lowered my boxers, then plunged her mouth on my hardened cock and sucked it. I loved watching her head bob over my member, and the amazing feelings that washed over me as she fucked me with her face.

“Oh, fuck.” I said, relishing the way she moved her tongue over the head.

“We’re going to have the best sex down there too.” she whispered, taking a break from sucking. “Every morning, noon, and night.” she said and giggled.

She stood so that I could relish every curve of her sexy body as she did an evocative strip tease for me. She was proud of her body, and seemed to want me to look at her and compliment her on it at every opportunity.

“Fuck, you’re hot.” I said, and watched her face light up as she cast off her too tight yoga pants. With her shirt, she took her time teasing me a little before inevitably exposing her amazing rack.

God, she looked amazing. She went to the gym most mornings, worked at a salon so her hair and nails were on point, and had her boobs done (before I met her five years ago), which she was particularly proud of. Double D’s. Sexy as hell on her slender frame. Worth every penny she paid for them, and she loved to flaunt them during sex, and she loved it all. Oral, anal, vaginal…she even loved it when I plunged a dildo in her ass or pussy while I was fucking her, and would beg for it until she came.

Soon after the strip tease, she slid my cock into her slippery wet pussy. I marveled at how wet and hot it was. Even more hot and wet than usual. In fact, it was so hot and ready, it nearly sucked my cock inside of it without any effort on my part. I could feel juices spilling out over the sides. It was so wet. In retrospect, that should have been my first clue just what crazy sex was in our future, but I didn’t think so at the time. I didn’t put two and two together.

She was bouncing up and down my cock, and I watched her gravity defying tits bounce around, mesmerizing me until she tensed her pussy muscles around my cock, which in turn made me cum hard inside of her in a matter of minutes.

When it was over, she asked again if I would consider going to Jamaica. By then, I was putty in her hands. My brain flooded with endorphins and dopamine, I forked over my credit card for a plane trip.

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Four weeks later, my sexy wife and I boarded a plane and took the almost four hour flight to Montego Bay.

I hate flying. It’s cramped, it smells, and they over charge for any of the second rate food they serve. The air is recirculated, and you have to bring your own entertainment. I remembered how my own parents got dressed up to fly back when I was a kid, and wondered if it truly was any better back then. It seemed to me the only thing that could make the experience any worse would be a suit and tie, but what did I know?

We got out of the plane, and I wasn’t impressed with the airport. Unlike Hawaii, the building hadn’t been updated since the 1970’s, and looked dingy and worn. The bathrooms were clean, but there were rusty bolts holding down the toilets, and the linoleum was peeling from the floors. The mirrors were splotched with age. Additionally, the gates had ancient, worn seats with an aged appearance. Even the turnstiles looked as though they hadn’t been swapped out for years and years.

To make matters worse, it was raining when we stepped outside the airport. Even so, there was a reggae band playing at the entrance, and there were lots of vendors outside of the airport trying to sell everything from coffee to alcohol.

Of course Cindy was off trying to find Jamaican blue mountain coffee (which she claimed was the best coffee in the world) but I stood under an awning with most of our luggage and waited for our friends to come pick us up.

Suddenly Jessica, my wife’s friend, appeared beside me wearing a barely there, pink clingy dress with brightly colored heels. Her hair was up, and her breasts looked bigger than I remembered. They looked round and firm, and I was sure that she wasn’t wearing a bra under that flimsy material.

She bounced those big breasts up and down in excitement and gave me a hug. I concentrated on how good her breasts felt against my abdomen. Nope, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra.

“So good to see you, Charlie! Where’s Cindy?” she sang. “I’m so glad you’re here!” I had to admit, her excitement was infectious. Maybe I could relax and have a good time after all.

I pointed to a coffee vendor, and ogled Jennifer’s body as she hurried towards my wife. Jessica had always been attractive to me, but in this dress she was even more amazing. She was both slender with a nice athletic back side, and those boobs! How had I never noticed them before? Had it been the cold Philadelphia weather? There they looked small and sweet. Here they were gravity defying, and I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like naked. Jim was a lucky son of a bitch.

It was then I saw Jim waving from a van he was driving, so I pushed his wife’s curves to the back of my mind, and gestured for the girls to hurry over. Airport security only allows people to wait a fraction of a second before making you circle around if you aren’t actively loading or unloading it seems.

Cindy grabbed a receipt for two big bags of coffee in royal blue packaging, and both girls jogged towards where Jim was parked. I couldn’t help but notice both sets of sexy breasts jiggling under their clothing. Jim killed the engine, hugged us both, and then helped me cram our suitcases in the back while they got in the van. Of course even with that music playing, the security people seemingly scowled at us for taking too much time. I guess security people are the same world wide.

“This rain will clear up.” Jim said once we all piled in and headed towards the beach house. Jennifer and Cindy sat right next to each other in the back seat. “It never lasts long.” he continued about the weather, and seemingly stole a glance at my wife in the rear view mirror. As the locals say, the rain here is nothing but liquid sunshine.” He was driving on the left side of the road like they do in England, and it tripped me out like it had when we visited London a few years back.

The ride was around 45 minutes long, and even though I was starting to get excited about what Jamaica had to offer. I noticed small houses painted bright colors, with chickens and goats wandering around freely. There were also hand made signs directed to the locals to buy things like eggs and plantains. I imagined the food was probably pretty good here. Likely lots of fish, and I was eager to eat the ackee I had heard about and hoped I would have the opportunity to try it.

When we got near the beach house, the vibe was completely different. We left the village behind and saw manicured lawns, and resorts fit for royalty. We then drove out further where things became more and more elite and exclusive looking. Finally,,we passed through a gate, and for the first time, saw the place we would be staying..

I was shocked.. As a realtor, I knew this house would cost millions of dollars. Probably in the 10’s of millions of dollars, actually. It looked new, and I could tell from the views alone just the plot would cost a fortune. I knew Jim did well for himself, but I wondered how he managed to get his hands on a house like this, even to rent. It looked like an absolute oasis. Something a movie star might escape to. More like a villa than a house. When we pulled up, I was impressed. It even looked as though it had staff quarters, and was mere steps away from the beach.

When we went inside, I couldn’t believe it. The rooms were huge. We had a jacuzzi tub in our bathroom, and it looked like there was a gym in the house, as well as a theater, an outside hot tub, a pool, and it was on the beach. On the tour Jim gave us, I counted 5 bathrooms, one half bath, seven bedrooms, and I guessed it to be about 1-,000 square feet.

“How much is this costing me again?” I whispered to my wife as soon as we were alone in our room. I thought we would be roughing it in motel type accommodations, but the bed was much nicer than the one I had at home, and more comfortable. Evidently whoever did the interior decorating put as much time into the guest bedrooms as they did the master.

“They said don’t worry about it.” Cindy reassured me, but I felt somehow guilty. Like I should help pay.

Was Jim a member of the mob or something? I thought he was a run of the mill engineer. I didn’t think he was doing badly, but I didn’t think he was making millions..

Just then there was a knock at the door.

“Hello. I am James.” a tall black man said with an accent that was indicative he was born and raised in Jamaica. He was handsome, but thin, and he sounded strong and very in control. I wondered if he had been in the military.

“Hello James?” I said, confused. He was pushing a tray with what looked like mimosas and plates of various fruits and chocolates on it. My wife was trying not to look impressed. Like we were used to such treatment and had our own servants at home.

“Will you be needing anything additional?” he asked, saying the word additional with a crispness I couldn’t replicate if I had to. “sunscreen, water bottles, extra towels. I will get it for you.” he said. Not I’ll get it for you, I will. He didn’t do contractions, I guessed.

“Um, maybe the towels, sunscreen and water by the pool?” Cindy said. “I think I’ll go down for a swim.”

“Of course,” he answered. I reached for my wallet to tip him, but he said “no, no.” and then, “We eat at 8 o’clock on the patio.” he continued. I noticed how he caressed the O in patio long after the word was completed. I looked outside, and saw that the rain had cleared up, just like Jim predicted. It was almost like the expensive real estate could dictate the weather. “If you need anything else, just dial zero the house phone.” he said, again elongating the vowels. He then bowed his head and left.

I grabbed a mimosa and the trey of chocolate covered fruits. I then lay down on the bed and tried it out. It was fantastic. Probably even better than the bed I had at home, and that was saying something. I always spent top dollar for my mattress and bed linens, and drove Cindy crazy spending months in order to find just the right one.

“Wow,” Cindy said. “I’ve never been to a place that was better than the pictures before.” she said, and smiled. I looked this place up online, but assumed maybe we had a room in the house maybe., I never imagined we’d have the place to ourselves with a staff. I wonder if even Jennifer knew.” she said. I guessed she probably didn’t. Jim and Jennifer had been dating about a year.

She then took off her top, exposing her perky breasts.. She got them for her 30th birthday, and I never got tired of looking at them. They were the definition of “the gift that keeps on giving,” Especially during sex. I loved how they stood up on their own and seemed to defy gravity, even when we fucked missionary style.

“Jennifer said to go down and meet her by the pool.” she said. “You want to come?”

“After a little while.” I said, wanting to relax a little before having to socialize.

I watched her take everything off, put on a gold two piece she bought for the trip. I loved how the bathing suit could barely contain her large breasts, and only covered her nipples. Also how the gold accentuated her skin.

My cock twitched, and she left the room, closing the door behind her.

I enjoyed some of the chocolates and strawberries, and watched Cindy walk out to the pool, and lay down on one of those chairs designed for sunning yourself. I started stroking myself, thinking about the beautiful sets of tits I’d seen on Jennifer and my wife earlier at the airport and walking around the house. I then let my imagination run wild, and thought about the two of them making out. How hot it would be to see them kiss and rub their hot breasts together when I noticed Jennifer walk out topless and lay down next to my wife.

At first I wasn’t sure she was topless. I thought it was my horny brain in overdrive. Maybe she was wearing a skin colored bikini, but the more I looked, the more I was certain her tits were uncovered. She was wearing bright blue swimsuit bottoms, but there was no bra. Nothing. Just gorgeous naked tits from a distance.

Fuck, her tits were beautiful too. Nice round, sexy, like my wife’s. How had I never noticed? I wanted to go down and bury my head in her beautiful tit flesh. Beautiful gravity defying melons. It finally occurred to me that she had probably gotten a boob job since I saw her last. She must have. They weren’t that big back in Philly. Not even close. At least they weren’t the last time I saw her, and I loved it.

I was certain the girls weren’t looking my way so I continued stroking myself to the beautiful image before me. It was so hot watching two women having a casual conversation while one of them was sitting there topless.

Of course it was hardly a porn film, but I was becoming more and more turned on seeing my wife’s friend’s breasts. I thought I was lucky to see them even under the sheer pink dress she had on earlier. I wondered what would happen if I went down there now. Would she scream and put on a top? Would she sit there and have a conversation with me too?

I continued my fantasy and imagined my wife taking off her top too, and thought about what a fucking amazing site that would be. What if I could sit between the two of them, practically naked? What if they noticed my erection and Jennifer started rubbing it. I got lost in the fantasy, thinking about the girls freeing my cock from my swim trunks and working together to give me a hand job, then maybe even oral sex. Fuck.

Just then I saw my wife reach out and touch Cindy’s breast. It was just a quick squeeze, but the unexpected sexual touching caused me to bust my nut all over my stomach and chest.

I watched them a little longer, laying there in a post orgasmic stupor after I’d cum, then decided to go down to the pool myself. It would be rude not to.

I put on my swim trunks and admired myself in the mirror. I had a six pack. Well, almost. Maybe more like a 4 pack, and was pretty certain my cock wouldn’t inflate again, at least for a little while. If Jennifer decided to keep her top off, I could control myself in front of our host.

“Hey girls!’ I said, and smiled as I went out.

“Charlie! Hey!” Jennifer said. She sat for a second, and I was able to get an eye full of her luscious tits up close, but she quickly covered them with a towel.

Even so, the image was burned into my brain. They were large, and soft, and round, and her nipples capped with the most beautiful shade of pink, and I could see in far more detail than I could from our room. Just naked, sexy, perfect tits.

She stood with the striped beach towel over her tits and luscious body. “I’m going to ask James to get some drinks.. Either of you want one too?” she asked. I swear to God she gave me a flirtatious look.

“Yeah, whatever you got.” I told her and smiled.

“Rum and coke?” she asked and smiled like she knew what I’d been up to before coming down to the pool and was thrilled about it. I shrugged as if to say that was fine. I didn’t really care to be honest. Endorphins were coursing through my body from cumming so hard such a short time ago, and I was already drunk off my surroundings: hot girls, top of the line real estate, and the beautiful ocean view that stretched out to the horizon.

Several minutes later, Jennifer came back out to the pool with Jim, saying “the drinks will be out soon” but this time she had on a blue bikini top to go with the bottoms. No matter. I could still take in her flat belly with a cute belly ring adorning it, her long legs, and marvel at the size of those magnificent breasts.

James came out with the drinks after a little while, and we dipped ourselves in the negative edge pool at intervals and talked about everything from politics, to housing prices, and even people back in Philadelphia while we drank.

I have to admit, there was something about the conversation that made it feel like the three of them were in some kind of secret club I knew nothing about. It wasn’t what they said. The conversation was trite, and even boring. The price of gas and our annoying neighbors who insisted on cutting the grass at 6 in the morning despite the local laws. Still, there were looks that passed between them. Smiles and glances. Something that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Even so, the more I drank, the less it mattered.

“So how do you wrangle a place like this?” I finally asked Jim. I was being tactful. Jim would have asked me the same question, but as soon as we pulled up the drive and tactlessly.

He couldn’t blame me for asking though. After all, his place in Philly was, well, your average split level, run of the mill house in the North east. Something befitting a couple with no kids. It was functional. Three bedrooms, two baths. Nothing like this. This was fit for people with considerable means who liked to throw parties. I wondered if there had ever been parties here. Loud lavish functions with celebrities running around.

“Ever see the movie ‘Blue Fly or Die’?” he asked. I had. “How about ‘Edwardian Outcry?” Of course I had. Everyone had. Those movies were cultural touchstones. “Well,” he continued, taking a sip of his drink. “My father directed them,” he said.

“What?” I said, unable to believe it.

“James Miloney, Sr.” he said with pride. “He keeps this place for the family. I bring my kids out here every now and then” he said. “My father and his new wife come here too, and my sister and her family.” he said.

“I can’t believe you never mentioned it before.” I told him. I guess I meant both that his father was a director, and the fact that he had kids. He didn’t seem the type, but he was older than me. Probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s.

“I told you Jim’s Dad was a director.” Cindy said, though I honestly think I would have remembered a bombshell like that.

“I guess I was so blinded by your beauty and didn’t hear what you said.” I retorted.. I wasn’t quite drunk enough to mention her tits. It was probably a minor miracle I didn’t. It was literally all I could think of after seeing both my wife’s tits and her friend’s in such close succession.

We talked for a while longer about Jim’s family, the movies his father made, and I acted as impressed as I felt. Truthfully, I was awed. Jim’s Dad was THE James Miloney. It was amazing. I tried to recall everything I could about him. Snippets from interviews, and now I wanted to go back and watch all the movies I could that the man directed.

Pretty soon, I was not just tipsy, but leaning towards being drunk, and Jim was saying we should go get ready for dinner. It was probably a good thing since I needed some food to absorb some of the alcohol before I passed out cold.

My wife and I went upstairs, and as we changed. I decided to wear my Hawaiian style shirt with white linen pants, and my wife put on a spaghetti strapped teal dress that practically put her large melons on a silver platter. I groped her a few times, but was too intoxicated to let it go anywhere. Cindy just laughed, and promised more later saying “we have all night for that.” and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t protest very hard, but did joke with her saying “What about morning noon and night?” to which she just laughed and said “soon.”

There was a private chef cooking our meal, and he came out to chat with us before James served the meal. Surprisingly, he was a French man, and seemed far less intense than James. He smiled and laughed, revealing clean white teeth. He was a little on the chunky side too, which endeared me to him. They would be having a full French meal.. “Not like that crap they serve in the states.” he promised.

The meal was fantastic. Oysters, Boeuf Bourguignon and a bunch of other things that were delicious, but I can’t remember the name of. There was wine too, and it was probably the most incredible meal I’d ever had, in part due to the fact that the scenery was absolutely fabulous. We were seated on the patio, and could watch the waves crash in and out on the shore. There were plenty of palm trees too, and the sunset was positively amazing.

Speaking of scenery, my wife and Jennifer were seated across from me,and I noticed they were wearing practically the same strapless dress that really showcased their full figures. The two women were almost exact carbon copies of each other, body wise, with small waists, big breasts, and legs that stretched out for days. I found it nearly impossible not to stare.

After a decadent rum cake dessert, we all sat around the pool, and I guess I was so drunk I found myself staring at Jennifer’s chest a little too long. I caught myself and pulled my eyes away quickly when I realized I had been caught by Jim, but he only said “You like them don’t you?” in referee to his wife’s chest.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to….” I said embarrassed. I looked down at my drink like there was something interesting at the bottom of it.

“I just got them done.” Jennifer explained. “I’m happy you noticed.” She said, and smiled.

Jim then looked at her and said “Go ahead, baby. Show them off.” then to me he said “She’s proud of them, you know.” Just got them done a few months ago.

She didn’t hesitate. She pulled off her dress revealing those perfect, perfect double D breasts right in front of my face. They were uncovered and naked for me to look at as much as I wanted. I was speechless.

“They’re pretty sexy, right?” Jim said. He was smiling and fondling them to show them off.. I looked at my wife, afraid I would get slaughtered if I said anything, and merely muttered a nearly silent “un huh.”

“Oh come on, Honey.” Cindy said, surprising me. “”They are really hot. They look like mine.” She said, and then further shocked me by pulling off her dress. She was basically asking me and Jim to look at them both.

“Yeah, they are hot.” I said, hoping whatever I said wouldn’t upset my wife, tipsy as we all were.

Cindy then stood up in only a pair of thong underwear and heels, and seductively strutted over to Jennifer, and sat down “They feel really good too.” she said, and then she felt her friend up, right in front of me.

I couldn’t help it. My cock was starting to get hard, and I watched with an open mouth as my wife leaned forward and kissed her friend, right on the mouth. I wasn’t sure what Jim was doing. I didn’t care. My fantasy of watching two girls go at it was coming true. I wondered if they had done this before. If this was what they did when they said they were going out to the clubs together, or shopping.

Before I knew it, the girls stood up from their chairs and started making out right in front of me. Cindy took off her underwear, and I noticed Jennifer hadn’t been wearing any at all. I watched them smash their breasts together, and then their pussies. I could see that Jennifer’s pussy had a little landing strip on it while Cindy had gone for a full Brazilian wax before the trip, so she wouldn’t have to worry about errant hair in her bikini area during the trip. I had been enjoying the silky smooth results, and wondered how Jennifer’s would feel by contrast.

Then, the unbelievable happened. Maybe the signs had been there all along,, but it seemed too much to wish for. Before I knew it, I was reclining on one of the pool chairs, and Jennifer, Jim’s wife, came over to kiss me while Cindy approached Jim and started fondling his cock outside his pants just beside me.

I enjoyed kissing Jennifer for a while, paying special attention to her boobs, which were every bit as firm, and round and hot as I had imagined them to be. We made out for a while, and I wanted more than anything to take my cock and shove it in her pussy, but I had to let her take the lead. Let her do what she wanted, and not run full steam ahead. The last thing I wanted to do was fuck her if it wasn’t ok with everyone there.

Finally, after what felt like hours, she pulled off my pants, and my cock sprang to life. I had only been partially aware of what Cindy and Jim were doing, but when I looked over at them, she was already sucking his cock.

As Jennifer put her mouth on my cock, I was glad I had cum earlier in the day and was half drunk. If I hadn’t, I would have exploded already. As it was, I could enjoy it as her blonde hair cascaded over my legs as she bobbed her head on my cock, and I could watch and enjoy seeing my wife service Jim.

“Oh God.” Jim moaned, and I’m sure I did too. It was fucking amazing. Why hadn’t we done this before?

“Come here, babe.” Jennifer said. She urged me to stand, and I did so obediently. Whatever she wanted, I was willing to do. Soon I was standing next to Jim, and Jennifer was pointing my cock into my wife’s mouth.

My wife then took hold of Jim’s cock, and kept him hot while Jennifer sucked my balls, and Cindy took the head in her mouth. They sucked for a while, getting into a rhythm, of licking the shaft, and taking turns licking my balls, and then when I was about to explode, my wife stopped herself and both girls moved to Jim to service him the same way. It was fucking amazing, and about all I could manage not to cum. In fact, despite the alcohol and having rub one out earlier, I was kept on the knife edge of cumming, and couldn’t believe it when Jennifer sat me back down on the lounge chair with my cock pointed northward.

She took some aloe oil from beside us in a basket, and rubbed it all over those perfect titties of hers, and then snuggled her boobs up against my cock. She then started moving her breasts up and down my cock, fucking it with her titties.

That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore. The surprise of it all, the double blow job, and titty fucking my wife’s friend, I couldn’t stop myself and came all over her breasts, bathing her beautiful breasts in cum.

She rubbed my cum all over them, and then licked her fingers to taste it and said “mmm, that’s so good!”

I lay back on the chair, exhausted. “Fuck.” I muttered.

I watched for a while as Jim slid his cock inside my wife, doggy style, holding on to her hips as she moaned.

I watched the look of pure pleasure wash over her face as he fucked her. Actually fucked her. We weren’t doing a soft swap, this was hard core. The realization hit me, and a few seconds later, Jennifer took my dick in her mouth and started to suck it back to life.

Soon, my cock was standing full mast, and Jennifer said, “Oh good, I need to cum.” then she ever so slowly, tortuously lowered herself on my rock hard cock, facing me to fuck it. “I love your cock.” she whispered. “Cindy told me how good it was.” she cooed, putting those huge breasts back in my face.

I put my hands on her breasts and squeezed them, feeling the weight of them in my hands as she bounced up and down on my dick. I then maneuvered the chair so I could sit up and kiss them while she fucked.

She was a mad woman, fucking me and keeping rhythm with her husband as he fucked my wife.

Pretty soon, I lost senses and she had brought me to the point of no return.

“I’m about to cum!” I said as she bounced on my cock..

“Me too!” she said, and I tried to hang on so she could cum first before I let go of my seed, but it wasn’t going to happen. I was too far gone.

“It’s cumming!” I yelled.

I thought she would jump off, and let me cum on her titties, but instead she said “Oh Fuck, yes! Cum in my pussy. I want it so bad!” so I let loose, filling her tight pussy with jizz.

As she stood up, I saw my cum trickling out from her pussy. It glistened in the moonlight, and I realized Jim and Cindy were sitting there watching us, and I wondered if Jim had cum in Cindy too..I had the sneaking suspicion they had fucked each other before, but I didn’t let on. At that point, I didn’t care. I was too happy. Too satiated to care.

The two girls then stood, and kissed one another, then did something that will forever be burned in my brain. My wife lounged in a chair by the pool asJennifer straddled her in 69 position, then they ate the cum from each other’s pussies, reclaiming the cum that was rightfully theirs I supposed. It was gorgeous.

After a few minutes of recovery, Cindy came and sat beside me in the pool chair she had been sitting in earlier that day, and Jennifer sat on hers next to Jim..

“That was great.” Jim roared, characteristically unembarrassed. I supposed if he wasn’t self conscious, I wouldn’t be either.

…………………………………………..

The next day, I woke up with a hangover, and immediately remembered how I fucked Jim’s wife. Of course it felt fucking amazing, but I was worried about awkwardness between the four of us that might have developed. In my prior experience, sex always leads to awkwardness. Shit, I accidentally walked in on a guy jerking off in college, and even that made things weird.

“How are you?” I asked Cindy, gingerly, hoping she didn’t have regrets..

“I’m great.” she said, surprising me, and gave me a kiss on the mouth.

“You’re great?” I asked, surprised.

“Yes.” she said, and looked a little funny. Giddy even, like she was weighing whether or not to tell me something. Finally she said “I have a confession.”

“Oh.” I responded flatly, wishing I had thought to bring some kind of headache medicine. I should have known the rum would catch up to me.

“Well, yeah.” she said, and I raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve been sleeping with Jennifer for a while now.”

I wasn’t surprised. The signs were all there. They borrowed each other’s clothes,, they were in sync when they spoke to each other, were always hugging, always touching, and seemed to be exchanging knowing smiles all the time.

“Are you mad?” She asked, trying to gauge my expression. “I love you. “I missed doing it with girls like I did in college.” she said. “And besides, you’re so unadventurous. You never want to do anything.”

“That’s not true.” I told her, even though I knew that maybe she was right. “I’m here, aren’t I?” She stayed silent and I let out my breath. “Did you sleep with Jim?” I asked, sensing the answer before she told me.

“Well, yeah.” she told me. I couldn’t really be mad. We had an understanding that if we wanted to fuck someone else, then we could, provided it was just sex. Even so, I wasn’t sure how I felt. I just wished she had told me.

I thought back to when we fucked the day she told me about the Jamaica trip. She was too wet. Too hot. Had Jim just cum in my wife’s pussy that morning? I thought of all the times they looked at each other. All the little lingering glances, not just Jim and my wife, but Jim, Christy and my wife.. Did they have a threesome going with his wife before they included me?.

Probably. I answered my own question. Just two months ago, Cindy elected to get an IUD for birth control, which seemed like suspicious timing to me. For me, she wanted to be on the pill, but then all of a sudden didn’t trust herself to take it, and elected for a method she didn’t even have to think about. I knew she didn’t want kids. I didn’t either, but it seemed like kind of a strange time to double down on the contraceptive.

It was a lot to take in, but I decided to put it on the back burner for now. I’d deal with my emotions about it later. I wasn’t sure how I felt, but I did know I enjoyed the night before, and I didn’t want to ruin our vacation. We could talk about it later..

“So, whose cock did you like better?” I asked in a lighter tone, sort of implying that there was only one right answer. I decided I wasn’t in the mood to get into it with her, even if I did have misgivings. I would have fun for now, and deal with the fallout later. If I had married a slut, I would enjoy it. At least for now. At least she was including me in her slutty behavior.

“Yours is absolutely the best.” she said, smiled, and kissed me, grateful I didn’t want to keep grilling her about everything.

My cock responded, and she cooed with satisfaction.

“Watching you fuck Jennifer was so hot.” she told me, and grabbed my hardening member and moaned.

“Stick it in me, baby.” she said.

She turned over on her side, and I stuck it in her, forgetting about my headache, and noticing how slick, hot and wet it was. I hadn’t been sure Jim had cum inside her until then, but now I was sure he had. It was so warm and wet and inviting, just like how it felt that morning she fucked me in order to get me to agree to the Jamaica trip. I loved how it felt, and I couldn’t hold on very long until I was cumming hard in her pussy, my juices mixing with Jim’s.

“Oh God.” Cindy said, “my pussy feels so well used.” she moaned. “So fucking good.” she moaned.

Then, as if on cue, James knocked on the door.

I covered myself with a towel and went to the door.

“What would you like for breakfast, sir?” he asked. I silently wondered if James had seen what we were up to last night, but guessed it didn’t really matter. It was his job to be discreet, and I would probably never see him again when we went home to Philly.

“Oh, um. Whatever you have laying around.” I answered, trying not to be difficult.

He looked at Cindy. “Oh, coffee and eggs?” she asked.

“Of course. Alright, sir.” he said in that lilting accent. “Breakfast will be served again on the patio.” He said, again letting the O ring out at the end of the word. I looked out and saw Jamaica. It was gorgeous. I should really go take a stroll on the beach today. Maybe go swimming.

After breakfast, the girls went out shopping, and left me and Jim to go fishing. We gathered rods and reels Jim had in a small room off the main house, and went out to the beach. James had set up beers and snacks in a cooler, and we had beach chairs we were sitting on.

“Your wife is one hot piece of ass.” he said. “Top tier pussy,” he said. I guess he meant it as a compliment.

“I guess you’ve been fucking for awhile now, huh.” I told him like I had known all along.

“Just twice.” he said. “I walked in on the girls, and well. Shit happens.”

“How long have you guys been swingers?” I asked. I was curious about the whole thing.

He took a swig of his beer. “Maybe a few years.” he answered. “Look, I suck at marriage. I suck at fidelity. I’ve been married twice, and cheated on both of them within a few months. I can’t keep it in my pants.” he said. “When I met Jennifer, I was honest. I told her I literally couldn’t be faithful. Yow now how she responded?” he asked. I said I didn’t. “She said, ‘well, I don’t mind if you have girlfriends as long as I can have one too.'” he said and laughed.

“You like it?” I asked.

“Fucking love it.” he said. “It makes us so much closer too. No secrets. No hidden affairs. If you’re open to it, then it can make you a better, stronger couple.” he advised. “I love it when my wife finds somebody for me to fuck. She loves to do it too. It even keeps her fit and in shape”

I didn’t say anything so he continued.

“Look, Jennifer is my third wife. I just want to have fun. Have sex. Enjoy my life.” he said. I took that in. “”Cindy told me you guys had an understanding too.” he said, “but she doesn’t think you really meant it, and she told me this morning when you went back to your room that she wasn’t sure how you felt, but she thought something was off” I shrugged. Cindy knew me better than I realized, but I was pissed she talked to Jim about it and not me. “She thought you might freak out, but I urged her to let you try it. Fucking is just, well fucking. It’s a natural urge. Have fun on the trip, and see how you feel. I was surprised he gave me the same advice I gave myself.

We did end up catching a few fish. King fish, and maybe a mackerel, and we handed it over to the kitchen to fry up for dinner that night, though I would be surprised if the chef was able to get much more than an appetizer out of the whole catch.

That night, and every night that week, we fucked each others wives along with our own. We did it in every way imaginable. The girls doing 69 while we fucked them, getting double blow jobs, anal sex, and then more sloppy seconds, but on the final night in Jamaica was the most memorable as, we decided to take things out on the private beach, not far from the very place we had gone fishing.

We had James lay out a large cabana on the beach, and when we started making out with each other’s wives, we quickly noticed the two of them had butt plugs lodged in their assholes. Both were shiny, matching pink plugs that sparkled in the setting Jamaica sun.

“I thought we could really have some fun.” My wife said, breaking her kiss with Jim. She then presented herself to him doggy style, and said “I want you to fuck my butt.”

Jennifer presented herself to me in the same way, and I seductively pulled out the plug. I then teased her with it, letting it glide back and forth in her tight hole. I loved looking at that gaping ass hole, and reached for some lube that had somehow appeared on the blanket beside me, and oiled up my cock.

First I teased her hole a little, and then I was lodged inside it, fucking away and enjoying every stroke. “Fuck.” I sigh as I experienced how tight it was.

I looked over at Jim, who was fingering my wife’s pussy. I was surprised when he hadn’t pulled out the butt plug, and instead came over and expressed his intention to stick his cock into his wife’s pussy while I fucked her ass.

I then maneuvered so that we could comfortably fuck her together.

Jennifer seemed to love it. She moaned and groaned, and seemed to think it was the most satisfying thing ever. So much so that I let loose my cum in her ass, which caused Jim to cum in her pussy, that had taken so many of my loads that week.

After it was done he said “damn, that’s a good pussy,” and slapped his wife on the butt.

We then moved to my wife, who was fucking her own ass with the butt plug watching the pornographic show before us.

I lubed up my cock again, and with a happy sound, Cindy moved to the position Jennifer was in previously.

Cindy came almost immediately, and then a few more times before Jim and I lost it and cream pied both her ass and her pussy.

After it was over, we sat around and talked for awhile, cuddling each other’s partners, and somehow Jim was hard again.

I wasn’t sure how, but Jennifer and I watched as Jim put his cock deep in my wife’s ass and fucked it.

When we finally went home, I wasn’t sure how I felt. Cindy had lied to me by omission, and hadn’t told me she had been fucking Jim for months before including me. I guess I just wished we had done it for the first time together.

I had a lot of feelings about it, and of course some great memories fucking, but I’m still sorting out my feelings. Time will tell if we ultimately stick together, but in the meantime, I’ll enjoy some good sex.