My wife more than enjoyed her time with Jack in the hotel as did I. We stayed in touch and without saying it I could tell that she wanted more. We talked again about meeting him and Emma as a couple and she was much more open to exploring this now. No doubt swayed in part by the thought of him between her legs again.
Jack was certainly enthusiastic about the idea. Not just the thought of enjoying my wife again, but the possibility of seeing Emma with another man. He suggested that perhaps we could all go away for the weekend together and whatever happens, happens. On neutral ground. V admitted that she was both nervous but quite excited at the thought. And if anything it would be nice to get away. I left the arrangements to Jack who found a large cottage on the outskirts of an upmarket seaside town. Nice and private with three large bedrooms, two bathrooms and a garden with views of the coast.
The weekend arrived and we packed a suitcase, making sure she had plenty of sexy lingerie, stockings, heels and her most revealing outfits despite the cold weather.
We arrived at about 4pm on the Friday. It was already getting dark and Jack & Emma had checked in earlier. We sat in the car for a few minutes in contemplation. ‘Are you ready’ I said, ‘God knows, I think so yes!’ she replied and grabbing the luggage we walked to the front door. Jack appeared followed by Emma and greeted us with a hello kiss. Giving us a tour, our home for the weekend looked even better than the photos. Showing us the bedrooms, they said that they had kept the largest one for us which was nice. Whether or not both of us would be sleeping in it was another matter I thought. They headed downstairs leaving us to unpack and freshen up.
Joining them in the spacious kitchen, we enjoyed some drinks and nibbles and got reacquainted. Emma was wearing very tight leggings which caught my eye on more than one occasion. We all agreed to have a takeaway delivered that night and maybe head out for dinner somewhere on the Saturday.
Time went quickly and it was time to change for the evening. We all showered and my wife laid out her clothes on the bed. Although we were in a private house, we had all agreed to make an effort. I watched as she peeled on her black stockings, thoughts of Jack, laying claim to her swirling through my mind. Slipping on a short blue dress she asked ‘how do I look?’ ‘perfect’.
We went downstairs and opened a bottle of fizz and Jack arrived a few minutes later wearing a very fitted shirt displaying his muscular physique. Emma then appeared. Her brunette hair was like silk. Her body wrapped in an extremely short tight dress leaving little to the imagination. She sat at the kitchen island, her lacy stocking tops on show as she crossed her legs. We all clinked glasses and with a knock on the door the food arrived and we sat down to eat. It was fun. The conversation and wine flowed effortlessly. Jack was flirty and a little touchy feely with my wife which sparked an instant arousal in my loins thinking back to him fucking her a couple of weeks before. I wanted to see her with him again so badly. As the evening wore on, I popped into the living room and lit a fire which created a lovely ambiance and we all retired to the sofas sitting with our respective partners. There was a coffee table between us.
‘Shall we get this party started?’ exclaimed Jack and turned up the music. Emma jumped up and began to dance, shaking her perfectly formed ass. Jack joined her and before long we were all in party mode, dancing, drinking and laughing. Reaching her arms towards me my wife took my hands and I held her close. A couple of songs later, I could see the other two kissing as they danced together. They moved close to us and I felt my wife flinch and glance down behind her. Jack had a hand on the small of her back, stroking lightly. She giggled and moved her arm down to presumably fend him off but instead placed her hand on his and pressed more firmly looking directly in my eyes. She moved her mouth to my ear and said ‘Are we doing this?’ I replied ‘Are you sure you want to?’ and she nodded, kissed me softly, broke off and turned to face them. Without anyone saying a word, he welcomed her playfully into his arms and I held out a hand to Emma who accepted my invitation. A partner dance swap if you will.
We had all been building up to this moment and things moved fast. Jack wasted no time and began to kiss my wife’s neckline and her head tilted back giving him full access. His mouth then relocated to her lips and she willingly responded to him. Emma needed little persuasion to follow their lead and we were soon kissing each other, her tongue probing as I caressed the contours of her body. Clothing began to be discarded and I was soon shirtless and her dress was unzipped allowing me to feel her soft skin. Glancing momentarily at Jack and my wife, they were both hurriedly shedding their clothes. He was already almost naked, just tight boxers keeping his cock restrained whilst she was already down to her knickers and stockings, her bra already discarded as he hungrily sucked on her nipples. Emma let her dress fall to the floor and stepped out of it and my eyes darted down to take in the view. Someone has forgotten her bra and panties it appeared! I gazed at her firm breasts, downwards to black stockings and suspenders, and focused on the smooth cleanshaven very inviting mound between her thighs. She stepped forward and mouthed ‘You like?’ with a smile. My eyes lit up giving her the answer as she unbuttoned my jeans and tugged them off. She kissed her way down my chest, dropped to her knees and my hard cock bounced out as she glided my boxers down. I felt her take it first in her hand then almost immediately into her mouth. It was absolute bliss, her oral abilities were quite something.
As she pleasured me, I noticed that my wife had taken to one of the sofas with Jack and was actively sucking his big thick cock as his hand was probing inside her knickers. They were soon peeled down, over her ankles, and his fingers instantly met with her exposed pussy. He hastily positioned my wife onto her back, her thighs spreading with full consent before him. Pausing, making her wait for a moment, he climbed on top and with some force, drove his cock into her. Digging her nails into his ass, they fused together and Jack started to fuck her, loud moans emitting from their direction. Emma released me and stood for a kiss. Instinctively, my hand went south lightly touching her pussy and she parted her legs slightly to signal that access was granted. Reaching further inwards, I rubbed gently on her clitoris before slipping a finger into her. She was moist and tight and let out a quiet gasp as she pushed herself onto me.
‘I want you.’ she said, grabbed my hand and ushered me towards the stairs. As we turned the corner at the top I looked back to take in the view of Jack firmly embedded between my wifes thighs, her hands wrapped tightly around his back. Reaching their bedroom, Emma pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me. Reaching back, she placed the tip of my cock at her entrance and leaning forward, her tongue darted into my mouth and her pussy simultaneously ensnared me deep into her. She writhed energetically, her hands squeezing hard on my shoulders and my God she was loud. Uninhibited moans and cries filled the air around us. Within a minute or two, I felt her tighten. ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming’ she yelled, surrendering to an intense climax. I was just about holding on and after a long passionate kiss later, Emma sat up slowly and climbed over me ‘Fuck me from behind’ she said breathlessly and knelt up, holding onto the headboard. Adjusting my position, her smooth wanting pussy was glistening in the light from the bedside lamp, inviting me inside. Kneeling behind her, I eased her legs apart and holding her hips, slipped effortlessly into her. She felt incredible. As I fucked her I could hear my wife cumming downstairs, which set off something inside me. Emma was at full volume again, ‘Fuck me, fuck me’ and I couldn’t hold it any longer. Nature won out and I erupted, almost tearing off her suspender belt.
As I ‘dismounted’ I could hear Jack still going strong inside my wife. We pulled the duvet over ourselves and lay together listening to the sounds coming from downstairs. Emma rested her delicate hand on my cock, her breasts pressed against my chest. ‘You like hearing your wife?’ she asked ‘Very much so, yes’. She laughed and held me close as we could hear things reach a climax below as Jack noisily realised the fruits of his labour, no doubt gushing into her.
Giving it 10 minutes, without any awkwardness Emma slithered from the bed and into the ensuite, and returned in a bathrobe. Things were quiet downstairs and she crept out to take a peak and came back to say that she couldn’t see them and was going down to get some drinks. Not sure of the protocol, I stayed in bed and could hear voices but couldn’t make out what was being said. Emma returned with a bottle and two glasses. ‘they are fine, and it looks like you are staying in here with me tonight’. Oh, ok I thought, I am good with that. After a glass or two, I took a needed shower and by the time I climbed back into bed, Emma had already drifted off to sleep. It had been a long day and she gave a quiet murmur and it seemed best to leave her to recharge. Sleep arrived quickly to me too.
I am an early riser and the next morning, leaving Emma sleeping I made my way downstairs to make some tea and retrieve my clothes from the living room. Putting my boxers and shirt back on I headed to the kitchen and put the kettle on. Shortly afterwards Jack appeared. There was no awkwardness, just polite good morning conversation as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place the night before. ‘How is Emma’ he asked. ‘still sleeping’ I replied. ‘Ditto, so is V’. With neither of us really sure of the protocol, I suggested maybe we return to our own rooms to sleep things off and reconvene later. I was also pretty eager to see my wife and make sure she was ok. Jack agreed and I made the tea and took it to our room. Sitting up in bed my wife slept soundly beside me and my mind went back to the events of last night. In the cold light of day I pondered over whether it was a mistake. V eventually woke and asked for ibruprofen and water which we had in the room. She took it gratefully and nestled in to me which was a good sign. It was quiet and she was the one to break the silence. ‘So did you have a good time last night?’ ‘Err yes did you?’ She was a little embarrassed but eventually said ‘I think so yes!’ I asked her if she wanted to go home today or stay as planned, and she said ‘Oh, ask me again later’ closed her eyes and returned to sleep.
After a little snooze, we both showered and dressed and went down to the kitchen. Emma and Jack were already there and we exchanged morning pleasantries as though we were on a normal weekend break with friends. This was good. It was a clear day outside and nearly lunchtime. Jack suggested a walk and find somewhere for a few drinks and some food. I fancied that too. Emma was clearly suffering with a hangover and initially passed but after enough coffee she was then all for it.
About an hour of walking, we found a busy local pub. Someone had to mention last night so I broke the ice and asked if everyone was feeling ok today. Knowing what I meant, Jack and Emma smiled at each other and he said ‘We are yes, are you?’ Looking at my wife for an answer, she said ‘Yes I think we are all good aren’t we?’ That was what I wanted to hear and nodded in agreement. Jack leaned in and said ‘Look, I for one am enjoying your company anyway and we are all adults, its just Sex, Sex for fun, nothing more’. This seem to relax everyone. Before I had a drink I asked V if I needed to drive anywhere (meaning home) and she replied ‘Oh I don’t thinks so darling’.
We ended up staying there for a few hours before the walk back to the house and all agreed to forget dinner and just use up our stock of nibbles. We would all have a nap, shower and change for the evening.
That night, there was music and laughter again. Unconsciously, I spent most of the time with Emma, as did Jack with my wife. It occurred to me that we were socially swapping which turned into more when I noticed that Jack had his hand around her waist as he showed her some photos on his phone. She was giggling at whatever she saw, and there was the odd soft cheeky kiss on the cheek.
Emma liked the odd cigarette, and I went outside with her as she had a smoke. We were gone longer than I thought, and when we went back inside, my wife and Jack were nowhere to be seen. We looked around for a minute before the realization that they must have moved things upstairs. ‘Well I guess its just me and you now’ I said and Emma replied ‘Yes it would seem so’ kissed me, took my hand, and led me up the stairs. As I walked behind her I could see up her skirt, a glimpse of her black knickers and stockings. We passed our bedroom and the door was slightly ajar. I couldn’t help but look and made out my wife on the bed, legs spread with Jacks head between them. She was moaning quietly, his mouth enjoying her sweet pussy. Emma pulled me away and we entered their bedroom next door. ‘just a moment’ she said and popped into the ensuite bathroom.
I then heard the unmistakable sound coming from next door of a couple fucking loudly. It felt horny as hell listening to her crying out with desire and I pictured Jack sliding his thick cock into my wife. My timing was perfect as I heard ‘Yes, Yes, Yes’ as V was no doubt impaled on him, cumming hard and Jack grunting as he blasted his first heavy load of the night into her. They were both needing to get a quickie out of the way it seemed and to be honest I was in the same frame of mind.
I sat on the edge of the bed and Emma came through the door. She stood a few feet away from me facing the wall and then turned to face me, unzipped and dropped her skirt to the floor. ‘Well, what do you think?’ she asked. My eyes were on stalks as Emma was wearing the most beautiful black lingerie, a suspender belt holding up sleek black stockings, a bra which just about covered her pert breasts and a thong sitting tightly on her smooth bare pussy.
Without another word, Emma approached me and we started to kiss passionately. I quickly removed my jeans and she pulled my shirt off and we jumped on the bed our hands exploring each other. I felt her hand reach inside my tight briefs and was already hard as rock. She let out a sigh as my hand found its way into her knickers and I felt her freshly shaved smooth pussy and slid a finger or two into her wet tightness. I removed her bra and knickers but asked her to keep her stockings and heels on as she kissed down my chest, caressed my balls and finally took my cock into her mouth and expertly sucked me. I wanted to taste her so bad so maneuvered her on top of me into the 69 position and my tongue arrived at its target. My god her juice was like nectar. I had to fuck this girl now. And we did. A lot. In every position. She was insatiable. Making the most of his time with my wife, we could hear her and Jack through the wall, also fucking until the early hours.
Waking the next morning, I could hear that things had started next door with the sound of my wife no doubt taking Jacks tongue in her pussy again. For some reason, a pang of guilt hit me as I lay staring at Emma’s gorgeous body beside me. I kissed her gently as she was stirring from sleep and her hand reached behind, took my cock, and aimed it toward her pussy. Entering her, I could feel the wetness of the previous nights fucking and was soon sliding slowly in and out of her again. Lubricating my fingers from her juice, I lightly probed her asshole and she let out a gasp of pleasure and I heard her soft voice say ‘I want you there’. Still spooning her, she took my cock and pointed it at her tight entrance. ’In the drawer’ she said quietly. Opening the bedside drawer, next to a rather large dildo, was a bottle of lube and some condoms. I squeezed a good amount and massaged it around and into her ass and slowly but surely she took me inch by inch into her, moaning louder the deeper I went. Rubbing her pussy, I fucked her from behind, increasing the speed the more comfortable she became. I could now hear that my wife was being fucked, and Emma was also raising her voice as I could feel her on the brink of an orgasm. I couldn’t hold out any longer and pulling her tight onto me, released my load. Staying in position she turned her head and kissed me ‘Good morning’. I gently withdrew knowing she was no stranger to anal sex but felt that maybe I had crossed a boundary here.
Emma heeded to the bathroom to clean up and I then heard the shower running. There were voices next door, and then footsteps going downstairs then back up. I stayed in bed and waited for Emma, who returned freshly showered in a bathrobe. There was a tap on the door and Jack entered ‘Are you decent?’ he laughed and handed a cup of coffee to Emma. ‘I have brought up some for you and left it next door if you want some’. Grabbing my clothes I headed back to our room and my wife was sat up in bed taking a sip of coffee. As expected she looked like a girl who had been fucking all night. Joining her in bed, with no words spoken, she gave me a hello kiss and lay across my chest. As I held her naked body close I could smell Jack’s aftershave lingering on her.
I broke the silence ‘Well, you sounded like you were enjoying yourself last night’. ‘Err yes’, she replied with a little embarrassment in her voice.
These rentals have an early check out and we didn’t have time to lay in bed very long before packing for home despite wanting to know what she had been getting up to in more detail.
We left earlier that the other two who offered to tidy up so said our goodbyes. None of us felt uncomfortable or self-conscious thankfully and they waved us off, Emma blowing a kiss towards our car. V slept most of the journey home. Glancing down, her legs were slightly open, and my mind raced with thoughts of how many times she had given herself to Jack over the past couple of days. Arriving home, I hurriedly opened the door, took her hand and led her up the stairs to our bedroom. She knew what I needed. ‘Be gentle’ she said softly ‘still a bit, you know…..’
I peeled down her knickers, parted her thighs and kissed her pussy before slipping gradually into her and she soon relaxed into making love with her husband once again. It was tender and passionate. A slow burn before a final flourishing mutual orgasm.
As we lay together afterwards, she described her time in bed with Jack. She always disclosed everything knowing I enjoyed the narrative after she has had sex with someone else. There was very little they didn’t do and I was relieved to hear that yes, in the moment, she had submitted to some anal sex with him. He had come prepared with what was needed and she had lost herself to his desires and was sorry for ‘going that far’. There was no need to be apologetic.
