Authors note: This is actually an edited version of an ongoing story at the moment and I have taken out some of the less exciting stuff to make it shorter and one chapter at the moment. If it is well recieved I shall fix it up and put the full chapters in- including the ones dealing more with a storyline than just sex, and the latter chapters from this edited one. Through lowered eyes Alex surveyed the group hanging around the bus waiting for departure. It was, as per usual, a motley group and Alex was not surprised- after all this was his third year in the job as the "swingers counsellor" on weekend trips. He'd seen it all- old couples, young couples, homosexual couples, punk couples, academic looking couples and even pregnant couples. He glanced at his watch- five to seven, almost time to leave. Fixing the stuck on label on the front of his top which let everyone know he was the one in charge, he stepped up into the doorway of the bus and whistled loudly to get the attention of the group. "Hello everyone, I'm Alex and welcome to your swinging weekend away. I see all luggage has been packed in the luggage compartment which means we're pretty much ready to go. On your way into the bus I'm going to tick of your names and give you a name tag- much like mine- so that everyone can call you by your name and get to know you. The drive itself takes about an hour so in that time feel free to settle in and get to know each other, or to just chat with your partner- there are no obligations right now. When we arrive we'll be having a late dinner and a bit of a group chat before you can retire for the night." He said grandly. For a change, a pleasent change, there were not a lot of couples scheduled for the weekend away and Alex preferred it that way- everyone got the chance to really get to know each other far better when there were less people. (From chapter one.) ***** Sandra had to admit- albeit to herself rather than her husband- that the coast was beautiful at this time of year. Hector had offered to buy her a holiday house down on Philip Island awhile back in another vein attempt to win her back but she'd declined. Even though she really loved the idea she would have felt guilty taking something more from him when she didn't think she was in love with him anymore. Down the front of the bus Gemma was more enthusiastic, grasping her husband's hand in her own and pointing out the nude beach she'd heard of from friends. He shrugged nonchalantly and she guessed that the chances of the two of them taking a trip to the nude beach were not very high. When had Marcus turned into a fuddy duddy without her noticing until recently? Alex stood up at the front of the bus as it turned into a carpark. "Okay gang, we're here. The plan is to go to the rec room where we'll have a quick meal and perhaps get to know each other a bit better before you're all left to your own devices for the night. I'll also make sure you've all got the keys to your particular rooms and the luggage will be in the front hall waiting for you to take it up. Any questions?" "That nude beach we passed before- are we going to go there?" The Latin man, Mario, asked. Gemma noted that she was not the only one to know of the beach's existence and couldn't help but picture the man in all his naked glory. She wondered whether the common conception was true about latin men being good lovers and decided she'd have to find out over the weekend. His accent alone sent shivers down her spine but she was making an extreme effort not to let Marcus know he was not the only man on the bus who turned her on. "If you want to of course. The only rule here, gang, is that there are no rules. Okay well that's strictly not true- we abide by the swinger's ettiquete in that we don't push anyone into something they don't want to do, no means no, and other moral rules..... So, shall we go on in and get something to eat?" Alex asked. "I'm bloody starving." Marissa said, eagerly getting out of her seat. "I skipped lunch today to finish work early and only managed to sneak an apple in the toilets. The superivisor is the worst stickler for rules you'll ever meet." "I don't know about that," Eric commented. "Our boss is the smoko break nazi." And so, comparing authoritarian bosses, everyone hopped out of the bus and headed for the motel. It was a nice enough looking place, new coats of paint, a swimming pool around the side, and only a few minutes walk from the beach and the shopping strip and pubs. Gemma hung back, retying her shoelace and Marcus, realising he was walking along with the group without his wife, returned to her side. She seemed to be taking forever to do her shoe and when she stood up the rest of the group had dissapeared. "We better hurry if we want to get anything to eat- Marissa is starving and she looks like she'd eat a fair bit too." Marcus told her. "Marissa's not fat- surely you don't think she's fat?" Gemma demanded. "Well she's not skinny." "Men. Superficial as all fuck." Gemma said shaking her head. A girl was more than a size ten or twelve and all of a sudden they were fat? Even though the average size of women in Australia was a fourteen! "Anyway, I wanted to be late for the meal...." "What are you on about?" Marcus demanded, a little confused by the smile on his wife's face. Gemma said nothing, just grabbed her husband's hand and led him into the motel- but away from the rec room where the rest of the group were assembled. Rounding a corner she abruptly pulled him into a small office which was reserved for the manager according to the sign. But Gemma had overheard Alex telling the group by the time they arrived there the manager would be finished for the night so there would be no official check-in, he would just get the keys from one of the staff members during the meal. She'd been a bit worried that it would mean the office was locked but it wasn't- and upon entering she noticed a layer of dust covering everything and assumed that the manager spent little time in his poky little office. But who could blame him? "Gem what's going on?" Marcus asked, a quizical smile on his face. "I wanted to personally thank you for agreeing to come- I know you weren't really up for this weekend but to please me you agreed to do it and I wanted to give you a little thank you present for that." Gemma said, and he gasped as her hand was suddenly on the outside of his jeans, near his crotch. "If you get my drift?" "I think I do." Marcus said, his voice breaking as she massaged his dick through his jeans. It didn't take long for him to respond- a moment later he was standing to attention through the denim as his wife stroked him through the material. Sinking to her knees she ripped the button open and undid the zip a little too quickly for his liking; his breath caught in his throat as he felt the zip catch slightly on his manhood, but a moment later the crisis was over and the zip was down. She reached up to pull his jeans over his skinny hips and he wiggled slightly to help her in her reach her goal. The satin material of his boxers soon followed and a moment later his dick sprang free of all restraints. Now Marcus wasn't one of those men who compared sizes in the locker room or even in public urinals as many men did but he knew enough to know he was certainly not small. Gemma's long fingernails gently ran up and down his red pulsating shaft and he bit his lip to stop from making any noise- god knew who was wandering around outside. A few moments later though this thought was the furthest thing from his mind as he found himself taken wholly into his wife's mouth. A moan couldn't help but escape him now. Slowly and sensously she sucked and licked, her lips sliding up and down on his hard shaft. He tensed, his fingers curled into claws against the wall as he felt himself get closer and closer to orgasm. His wife pressed his dick back until it touched the back of her throat and she looked up at him, her eyes telling him how much she loved him and how much she loved the taste of him, willing him to let go. And so he did. With an almost primeval grunt he came and she kept him inside her mouth, swallowing the waves of come. Afterwards she got to her feet and tidyed herself with the help of a kleenex off the manager's desk and he pulled his boxers and jeans back up, repositioning himself in the process. "So- did that little present convey my gratefulness for you being here with me?" Gemma asked, with a mischevious glint in her eye. "It went a long way to doing so yeah." Marcus replied with a grin and his wife playfully slapped his arm. They left the manager's office, hand in hand, and hurried towards the rec room where the rest would be tucking into the meal and getting to know each other. As they entered the room Alex looked up. "Did you two get lost or something?" "Sort of- we were admiring the view of the beach and lost track of time." Gemma replied glibly, but she could tell by the smirk on their guide's face that he didn't really believe her. Not that she cared. The two of them hurried to the spare seats around the table and began to tuck into the meal- for some reason they both had a bit more of an appetite than usual. (from Chapter three.) ***** The two women walked, hand in hand, across the road to the deserted beach. It was a perfect summers' night- not too hot, not too cold- and the moon shone across the sea creating a silvery path. They walked a little way along the shore, each lost in their own thoughts, before Marissa let go of Joan's hand to drop to the sand. She kicked her shoes off and wiggled her toes in the sand. Joan followed suit, sitting down, with her knees pulled up to her chin. "So do you think this weekend is going to be fun?" Marissa asked, breaking the comfortable silence. It had been her idea to come on the swingers weekend and she knew there was not a chance that Joan would say no- she was always eager to please in any way possible, even when it meant going outside her comfort zone for her lover. "It should be. They seem a pretty good group." Joan admitted. She hadn't thought that she'd like the other people, she thought they'd be all some kind of crazy sex maniacs. But if Marissa wanted her there she'd be there. "Some pretty girls there?" Marissa persisted. "Some." Joan was noncommital. In her opinion no woman would ever be able to hold a candle to Marissa who had rescued her from bordem. Marissa was cute, quirky, independent and earning a good wage as a criminal lawyer. Joan too earnt a good wage as a theatre nurse in one of Melbourne's private hospitals. The first few months of their relationship had been conducted clandestinely- with Joan not quite ready to let anyone know what was going on- after all it was a sudden decision to not only be with a woman (although she'd only had a couple of boyfriends before who she'd not let get past fondling and making out). However eventually she decided she was too in love with Marissa not to share it with the world and the two now shared an inner city loft. "I thought Gemma was stunning. And her and Marcus obviously felt the mood of the weekend pretty quickly. They certainly were not admiring the view." Marissa said with a grin, deciding to let Joan off that particular hook for the moment. She knew how deeply Joan felt about her. "They weren't?" Joan asked a little confused. Marissa sighed inwardly- trust innocent, and somewhat naive, Joan to say that. Before the two had met Joan had been planning on saving her virginity for her wedding night. Marissa had changed all that! Sometimes she felt a little bad for it, other times she thought she had moulded Joan into the perfect lover. She knew very well how to satisfy her now. "She must have given him a quick blow job...Hey do you ever think it would be nice to move down here? Get away from Melbourne. I could get some basic work doing wills or probate, handling minor little criminal matters rather than spending all my time defending juvenile delinquents who probably would be better off put into the criminal justice system. And you- well there are always jobs for nurses." Marissa asked changing the subject. The tranquility of the beach and the surrounding area was making a profound impression on her. "Are you kidding? It would be dead boring." Joan said shaking her head. She was a fan of the nightclub scene and was also a regular at Crown casino. Marissa looked impressed. Joan was learning. She used to always agree with what Marissa said, laugh at all her jokes, and in general just act like a complete clone. Marissa wanted a lover with spice and opinions not a shadow. But she'd persisted because she liked Joan's other qualites. "But it is kind of romantic though isn't it?" Marissa asked, a glint in her eye Joan couldn't help but notice, and one she also knew thoroughly. "It is." Joan demurred and she leant over to kiss her girlfriend gently. They made out for a few minutes, enjoying the simple act of kissing, something many people seemed to forget about in the excitement of sex. But these two enjoyed the little things just as much as the bigger ones. Eventually though Marissa pushed Joan away, pushing her back to the sand. She lifted Joan's tank top up, exposing her braless chest to the night. Joan's nipples were already erect, whether it was because of arousal or the cool breeze which wafted gently over the beach was a matter of debate. Marissa lowered her mouth onto Joan's breasts, and she sucked them something like a baby would, then bit gently, making Joan gasp with pleasure. As Marissa continued to shower Joan's chest with attention Joan's fingers traced patterns in the sand at her side to keep from groaning with impatience. Soon enough Marissa realised that she'd spent enough time up there and her fingers traced down Joan's stomach and slipped into her undies. With her mouth still up on Joan's breasts Marissa traced a finger gently over Joan's vaginal lips, teasingly slipping inside her wet, eager pussy ocassionally. Now Joan let out a moan, she was unable to keep it inside any longer. Marissa's fingers finally reached Joan's throbbing clit and again Joan moaned with desire, her hands coming to circle around her girlfriend's neck and entangle in her black tresses which hung down her back. Marissa did not have to do much with her finger rolling Joan's clit softly before Joan came, a screaming orgasm of such intensity that when she was finished she was shuddering. Normally Marissa would have been embarassed at such a loud display, but here there was nobody around to hear what was going on, and she actually quite liked that she had inspired such a display. "Your turn." Joan said, her voice throaty as she sat up and pulled her tank top back over her breasts. Marissa obediantly lay back on the sand, although her thoughts did run to the quick thought that her hair would be as sandy as hell afterwards. Joan leant down and traced the nipples showing through the blouse of her lover but she didn't linger there. Marissa had taught her well as he headed straight for the most important bit. Stating just above the knee Joan rained butterfly kisses upon Marissa's flesh slowly, tantilizingly, before she reached her eager pussy. She closed her mouth over Marissa's labia, kissing her at first in the way she would kiss her mouth. Her tongue slid, flicked and circled everywhere. When she started to suck her clit Marissa thought she was about to die of delight and it seemed Joan sensed that. Just as Marissa was about to orgasm Joan inserted her finger into her girlfriend's pussy to ride the waves of orgasm with her. Marissa, with little moans sounding almost as if she were in agony, pumped her hips forcefully upward against Joan with every delicious contraction and then she came and collapsed in ecstasy. Afterward the two women lay side by side in the afterglow of their love in content silence. "Hey 'Riss?" Joan asked drowsily. "Mmm?" Marissa mumbled, stretching languidly. "Did you mean what you said before at the supper? About a threesome being your ultimate fantasy?" Joan asked. Marissa was wide awake now, the afterglow rappidly dimming. She sat up, feeling annoyed with her girlfriend's timing. "I didn't say it was my ultimate fantasy, I said it was something I might like to try. What about you then? Did you mean it when you said that you'd like one as well?" "Perhaps." Joan said pertly. "With a man?" Marissa asked grinning. "I think, of all the men there, Marcus is the best looking but Eric might be the best lover- did you notice his tongue ring?" "I'd prefer a woman I think." Joan said, glancing out to sea where the blinking lights of a bouy were highlighted in the moon's path. "Got anything against men?" Marissa asked, deliberately trying to provoke Joan. She didn't know why she did that, it was just something that happened. Perhaps it had to do with Joans insecurity and sensitivity that got on her nerves occasionally. "Not at all, it's just you taught me that women were better." Joan replied smiling now. She knew what Marissa was trying to do and she felt good about herself not falling for it this time, and in fact coming out on top in one of her girlfriend's little games. Nobody could say they were boring- they were often bickering about something stupid and insignificant but the arguments were never serious and only lasted a few minutes at tops. Marissa did love her, otherwise why would she still be with her? Marissa laughed. "And don't you ever forget that one babe." She said, and she jumped nimbly to her feet and held out a hand to help her lover to her feet as well. Then, with hands intertwined, the couple started back up the beach towards the road and their motel. They felt sated and ready for a nice sleep before the weekend began in earnest the next morning. What they didn't notice was the figure standing a little way down the beach having just been treated to a show. And even if they had noticed the figure they wouldn't have been able to recognise him/her from that distance, which was probably lucky, as the figure followed them, at a distance, back to the hotel and back to their own room. (from chapter five) ***** Sandra couldn't sleep. She was tossing and turning, the contents of Eric's note going through her mind. Beside her Hector snored loudly and she watched him for a moment. He looked younger than he was when he was asleep, as indeed do many people and she wondered for a moment what it would have been like were they of a similar age. Would the marriage have been better? She didn't deny there had been passion at the beginning but she didn't think they'd been anything like most newlyweds were- like Gemma and Marcus for example. That couple were clearly in love and Sandra wondered why they were here on this weekend. She was sure, if she were Gemma, she wouldn't want anyone else touching Marcus. But then young people were a lot different these days. The ten or so years gap between herself and the newlyweds seemed more like a few decades. She felt a lot older than she really was. And she honestly didn't like who she'd become and what she was doing to Hector. It wasn't as though she didn't love him, she did, but she just was not in love with him anymore. And she hated herself whenever she nagged or yelled or said something horrible to him- surely that wasn't her? She sighed again as beside her Hector emitted a particularly loud snore. And it was in that second that she made a decision- she would go and meet Eric. After all, wasn't that the point of the weekend? She still was not entirely sure how Hector thought a swingers weekend would help their marriage unless he thought she'd realise how lucky she was, or perhaps it would spice up their love life! She slipped out of the bed, not bothering to be too quiet- Hector would sleep through an invasion and nuclear war. She dressed quickly, pulling a spaghetti strapped sundress over her head, running a brush through her tossled brown curls, and then left the room. There was nobody in the rec room and she glanced at the clock. One o'clock on the dot. What if Eric decided not to come? Why would he want her, a boring business woman when he had Kathy who seemed a lot more his type with her piercings and tattoos. She wondered whether Eric had any piercings- she'd not noticed any. It was a pity he didn't have a tongue ring she thought, that would have been interesting. And immediately she thought that she felt bad, as if she was being unfaithful to Hector. God what was she even doing here thinking of sleeping with another man? She might not be in love with Hector anymore but they were still legally married- she should be true to her vows until they were officially seperated. She stood up from the couch and headed for the door realising that she couldn't do this. But as she did someone came into the rec room and she stopped dead. "Sorry I'm late. Kathy woke up and I told her I was going out to get a drink- she fell for it because I'm often thirsty. Diabetes you see." Eric said, shutting the door behind him and moving towards her in the dark. "What about Hector?" "He was asleep." Sandra said, ashamed to find her voice shaking. This man, whilst not even her type at all- she liked men in power suits which was one of the major attractions for Hector in the beginning as he was a high flyer in the world of finance- was making her nervous. She hadn't got out of the rec room in time and she was going to have to tell him she'd changed her mind. "But what if he wakes?" Eric was now standing right before her and she could smell the faint lingering traces of his aftershave. He was dressed as he had been that night, but without the shoes and socks. "He probably won't but even if he does he'll think I've just gone for a walk. I often don't sleep much and get up in the night." Sandra said. Her mind was screaming at her- tell him you've changed your mind, remember your vows! "I wouldn't want to sleep next to him much either." Eric said. "What is a gorgeous young thing like you doing with an old fart like him? But then- I have heard money is attractive." "I was in love with him once. Hector's a very lovely, caring man." Sandra said. "In love once? But you're still together?" Eric asked, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "We won't be for much longer." Sandra said, and she took a deep breath. "Listen Eric-" "I didn't come here to talk." Eric interupted her and he put his hands gently on her waist, propelling her backwards to the table in the middle of the room. In the moonlight streaming in through the window Sandra could see him staring at her intently. She tried to pull her eyes away from that magnetic gaze but couldn't. Damn him, there was something inately attractive about him- so attractive that she knew that she was going to have sex with him, despite her promises to Hector to be true and faithful. Her mind justified it by telling her she was planning on letting him know she wanted a divorce when they returned back to their Toorak mansion. "No." Sandra said in response, unable to think of anything to say. The power of speach had momentarily deserted her. Which was strange- after all wasn't she a business woman who never trembled before anyone? "Take your dress off, I bet you look lovely naked." Eric said, his hands moving up her waist, towards her chest. "So no small talk then?" Sandra joked, half kidding, half stalling for time. He laughed and leant forward to kiss her, his mouth hungrily devouring hers as if he was starving. Finding herself responding as though she was equally hungry Sandra clasped her hands around his neck, pulling his body tight against her own. She felt his arousal, his manhood pushed against her. He stopped kissing her and roughly pushed her to her knees, indicating exactly what he wanted. Sandra felt as though she should resist- damn she didn't even know where he'd been- but she was completely unable too. Fumbling with the buttons on his jeans, her hands shaking slightly from both nervousness and complete and utter desire, she managed to open them and was shocked to see he was wearing no underwear. She was immediately confronted with his throbbing, pulsing, red dick in her face. It was, in her humble opinion, huge, certainly bigger than her husband's. Thinking of her husband made her hesitate but Eric was having none of that. He pulled her head towards him and so she took him into her mouth. He was so big for a moment she almost gagged but then she recovered and began to suck with such enthusiasm he was shocked. Sandra was giving him head as though her life depended on it and he wasn't complaining. But as he was getting ready to come she pulled away and stood up, pulling her dress up to expose her lacy undies. Eric needed no hint and he removed her underwear with an almost savage motion. He dropped into the nearest chair, pulling Sandra onto his lap where she guided his cock, sticky with her saliva, between her vagina lips. Sandra moaned loudly as Eric's thick cock pounded against the walls of her wet pussy. She leant forward to kiss him gently on the lips and began to move up and down on top of him, fucking energetically. Eric threw his head back as she continued to grind her hips up and down on top of him, pushing his cock as far into her as she could possibly manage. As their breath began to come in short, sharp bursts, Eric suddenly stood up and only managed to just catch Sandra before she fell. He picked her up in his strong, tattooed arms and pushed her onto the table they'd all been eating off a few hours before. Sandra's butt was just on the edge of the table and instintively she clasped her legs around Eric. The table was the perfect height for Eric to fuck her and fuck her he does. His cock pounded into her viciously and Sandra couldn't keep her enthusiasm and enjoyment inside any longer. "God yes, fuck me harder!" She cried out. Eric obeyed to the point where Sandra thought she was going to be ripped in two. She bit her lip knowing she was about to come. Eric must have sensed it too because all of a sudden he pulled out of her, eased her down onto the table and turned her over. Sandra didn't protest- even though she had never had this experience before in her suddenly tame sex life. She felt him enter her from behind and gasped in shock. His hands encircled her and reached down to press under her clit as he began to fuck her again. This time she was not alone in her vocal enjoyment of the moment; Eric wasmoaning and she was groaning with desire and the urge to refrain from coming for just that little bit longer. Sandra's muscles clenched around his shaft with each thrust her orgasm finally getting the better of her. She felt herself come as he continued to pound faster and faster, then exploding deep inside her. For a moment they stayed as they were, both breathing hard and fast, sweat shining on their bodies in the moonlit room. "Bloody hell, that was great." Eric managed to say, and he slowly withdrew from her. Sandra righted herself and pulled her underwear back up. Eric was in the process of pulling up his jeans when the door slammed open and the light suddenly clicked on. The two were flooded with light, and the person in the door would have had to have been blind not to see exactly what had been happening a few moments before. Sandra hastily straightened herself up, but it was a little too late. "Hello Eric, you were taking awhile getting a drink so I thought I might come and see if you were all right. But of course I see you're perfectly all right." Kathy said, standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. (from chapter six.)