We Weren't Swingers-until

We're not Swingers!

The flight was long. We pulled up in front of the house. The palms never seem to get bigger. The shells crunched under the wheels as we parked. Frank and Ella stepped out onto the deck and waved. I turned to Mike. "Can you believe this is our twentieth year visiting here?"

"To be honest, no," Mike replied. "Before that first year, something like this was past my wildest imagination."

"Well, let's go imagine some more," I said as I opened the door of the small Fiat, stepped out, and looked up. "Frank and Ella seem to have a head start."

Our friends were naked, and Frank's wonderful, shaved, cut cock was hard. Ella ran her fingers through her barely trimmed bush. Kids, work, life; we both gave up shaving years ago; the guys don't care.

"Nah," Mike says. "You know them; they waited."

I crossed my arms and whisked off my sundress, letting it flutter off. Mike flipped off his polo and shoved off his linen shorts. Naked, hand in hand, we walked up the stairs. We left our carry-ons in the car; we'll get them later. No hurry, since for the next week, we'll be naked.

At the top of the stairs, I went to Frank. We embraced and kissed, deep, wet, and hard. I had to lean over; I'm almost a foot taller. His muscular body felt good against mine. I savored our kiss while hearing my husband kissing Frank's wife.

I looked over and saw Ella kneeling, her hand holding Mike's cock, her mouth open. "They're ahead of us," I said to Frank, my hand grasping his cock. "I need to suck you."

"We have all week, Lainy," Frank said as I felt his fingers in my wet pussy. "And I need to cum in your mouth."

I suppose I should back up and tell you how this all started. It was a double-booking, two newlywed couples, and a lot of rum.

***

As I said, twenty years ago. We were twenty-three, can you believe it? I'm Lainy. Mike and I had saved up some money, and we were going to take our real honeymoon; our jobs prevented having one immediately after our wedding.

We reserved an adorable AIRBNB on a Caribbean island, another first; we'd never been outside the U. S.

The cottage was a two-bedroom, built on wood pilings. You can picture it: tropical paradise, no neighbors, just the birds.

When we pulled up, another car was already there. A couple, white, about our age. We were not supposed to meet the owners, so we were confused.

They saw us, and the woman- compact, curvy, black, straight hair nearly to her, well, tight, round ass- walked over with a big smile. "Hi, I'm Ella, and that's Frank. You lost?"

I was stunned. I'm not real chatty, and I didn't know what to say. Mike, the salesman, extended his hand. "Mike. This is my wife, Lainy. We reserved this house for next week. Were you renting it before us?"

Ella took Mike's hand, then released it. "Um, no, I think we have a problem."

Frank had wandered over, sensing trouble. "What's up, Ella?" He looked at me and offered his hand. "Frank Conner, the husband." He said. "Is there a problem?"

"We both got booked here for the next week," Ella said.

Frank's eyebrows rose. "Yeah, that's a problem."

Mike looked at Ella and said, "Let's go in and sit and see what we can do."

I looked at Frank. "Hi, I'm Lainy. Sorry, my husband seems to have taken over."

"It's alright, I assure you," Frank replied. "Ella is the same way. I just hang back and watch the show."

"Oh, really?" I said, "Mike just wades in like it's nothing while I cringe."

Frank laughed and said, "Well, Lainy, let's go watch the show."

***

By the time we got up to the house, Ella was mixing rum punch while Mike was on the phone, on hold, of course. He and Ella disagreed on what course of action to take.

Frank leaned over. "This is fun," he said. "Ella seldom meets another immovable object."

"Oh, that's Mike," I replied. "There's two ways for him. His way and the wrong way."

The disagreement had turned into an argument. Mike was still on hold.

"I think we are going to have to intervene," I offered. "What do you think?"

"That would be prudent," Frank said. "Ella! Look at me."

Ella, clearly stunned by Frank's show of authority, stopped mid-sentence. "What?"

"Mike, stop and listen, please," I said.

"Mike is still on hold," Frank said. "Let's just sit and relax until we get some answers."

Ella and Mike looked at each other and then sat down. Ella blushed. "I'm so sorry, I got a little carried away."

"Yeah, me too," Mike said. "Guess I needed this vacation more than I thought."

We talked. Frank and Ella's story was similar to ours. They'd been married a year longer than us. Family sickness delayed their honeymoon. Money was tight too, so they had used the same discount broker. We live on the East Coast, and they lived out in the middle of the country.

We were on our second, very strong, rum punch when Mike got through. He put the call on speaker as we struggled to understand the guy, clearly Indian. Mike's voice rose, and Ella chimed in. The Indian guy was like Oh, well, one couple gets a refund and one leaves. We ask, to go where? "Not my problem," he says, literally.

Frank and I were stunned; we stared at our spouses. Ella reached over, took the phone from Mike, and muted it. "Okay, crazy idea. There's no place on this island we'll find anytime soon. This is a two-bedroom. You two take the refund and pay us for half, and we all stay here."

I looked at Mike; Frank looked at Ella. This is so far from what we had planned, which was being naked and fucking for a week. Looking at Frank and Ella, I got the idea that they had the same plan. I thought, Oh well, it'll be an adventure, "I'm okay with that. Mike?"

"I think it's the best plan," He said. "What about you, Frank?"

"I just ended up as the dealmaker or breaker here," Frank said. "I'm not the guy who does that; I'm more in the background. Yes, I think that's the best plan. Certainly not what either of us intended, but we seem to be getting along, so why not?"

****

We consumed the third round of Rum Punches while we worked out the logistics. We both brought enough food for the week, and Ella brought enough rum to keep the British Navy supplied for a month.

Since Frank and I did the cooking in our respective homes, we took over food prep. We set up the kitchen while Mike and Ella retrieved all the luggage and set up the two bedrooms.

The kitchen/dining/living room took up one end of the house. The other end had two bedrooms- each with a King- separated by the one bathroom.

Frank and I had worked up a menu for the week. It was nice to have a kindred spirit, since my husband, while a grateful customer and the self-declared clean-up guy, had no interest in how the magic was made. Frank said that Ella helped, but, like Mike, she preferred consuming to creating.

Another round of Ella's rum with a splash of juice with dinner loosened tongues, and we shared our unremarkable life stories, with some spicy hints about how we all lost our virginity to our spouse.

Mike and Ella were cleaning up. Frank put his empty glass down. "Whoa, that's enough of that. I'm going to tell Ella she needs to dial the rum back a bit."

"I haven't felt this good in a long time," I replied. "But I'd have to agree. We'll all be alcoholics by the end of the week if Ella keeps this up."

"With only one bathroom, we need to plan. Why don't we do our shower and stuff while they finish cleaning?" Frank suggested.

"Sounds good, Frank," I said. "I'll go after you."

***

In my defense, I was young and seriously bombed. I went to my room, put some stuff away, and then stripped. Yes, I'd the door; I wasn't that drunk... well.

I wrapped myself up in a towel and walked out our door. The bathroom was quiet, so I thought Frank was in their room. My boozy brain didn't log that their bedroom door was wide open and the bathroom door was shut. Yeah.

When I opened the door to the roomy bathroom, I froze. Frank, of course, was still in there, very naked, and drying his hair with the towel that covered his face.

I should have backed out. I should have said nothing and backed out. I did neither. I stood in that doorway, mouth hanging open, looking at the only other naked man I'd ever seen. Frank had a nice body. Compact, defined, no body hair anywhere, muscles showing under perfect skin, and yes, he had a nice cut cock about the same size as Mike's at rest.

"I thought you were done," I said.

"Yipe!" Frank yelped. "I forgot to lock the door!"

Suddenly realizing that he was exposing his awesome, naked body to a woman, not his wife, he yanked the towel off of his head, losing his grip on it in the process. "I am sooo sorry," He said. "Let me get my towel."

"Not much point now," I replied with a rum-filled casualness that I did not normally possess. "It's really my fault."

"Another reason for my wife to dial the rum back," Frank said, picking up his towel and wrapping it around his neck. He smiled and nodded towards the door. "Um, may I, Mrs. Jackson?"

"Oh, yes, I, uh, um, sorry..." I swear, I blushed right down to my toes. "I'm so embarrassed. I hope this isn't going to be a problem."

"Not unless you keep me from leaving," Frank said, smiling.

"Oh, yes, of course," I mumbled, moving over so Frank could step by me, nearly touching me. It was then I noticed that my rebellious body was reacting; yeah, I was getting wet down below.

Frank was at the door, facing out, when I got an idea so out of character for me. I blame the rum. I dropped the towel. "Oh, Frank?"

He turned, and his mouth fell open.

"Now we're even," I said, then stepped into the shower and slid the door closed.

My senses recovered when the water hit me, and my body shook. What the fuck was I thinking? I'm married! What will Mike say? I am so fucked, and not the way we planned!

I knew I had to tell Mike. I just hoped he would understand. It will be a long week if he doesn't.

***

By the time I got done, Mike and Ella were waiting for the shower. Paying a LOT of attention to my towel, I quickly stepped into our room. I planned on telling Mike when he got out of the shower. I didn't want him to be blindsided if Ella called me a wanton slut or something. I slipped on a thong and a tank top; paced and waited.

"Lainy, what's wrong?" Mike asked as soon as he saw me. He closed the door.

"I made a terrible mistake," I said, fighting to hold back tears. Mike, now naked, moved in to hold me. I held him back with my hand. "No, just listen."

I told him the story, in accurate detail, leaving out how my pussy got wet. I watched Mike's face go from curious to concerned, and then soften.

"You did what?" he asked. "Said what? Say it again. Words I never thought my button-down wife would ever say."

"Now we're even," I replied, thinking this was my penance for my indiscretion.

"That's hilarious!" he declared. Then he laughed. "I love it, babe."

"You think this is funny?" I asked. Relieved, but now indignant at my husband's response. "Did I amuse you?" Parroting a line from one of our favorite movies.

"We're all adults here," he said. "Sharing one bathroom in a small house. Something was bound to happen. I'm just glad you didn't freak out."

"It won't happen again," I said. Now, I moved in to hug him. "I need to drink less."

"Soooooo, how did you feel?"

I pulled back, aware I was still wet from my shower. "I don't know what you mean."

Mike pulled me back into a hug. I felt his hand move down my back, over my ass, and then a finger slipped under the band into my swampy pussy.

"That's from you hugging me."

He slipped a second finger in. I moaned, and he whispered into my ear, "Liar."

Then we heard Frank cry out in the other bedroom.

"Sounds like Frank is getting disciplined for his transgression," Mike said.

"Don't get any ideas, mister," I said. I'm mad that you didn't get mad at me."

"Please, baby?" he said.

"No," I replied. Mike picked me up and tossed me onto the bed. He'd never been rough. We could hear the bed in the other room complaining rhythmically.

"Then you will be punished," He said. One hand pulled my ass back, and the other yanked the band of my thong aside. Mike rammed his cock into me harder than he ever had. It felt great because I was wetter than ever.

Then, he spanked me. He'd never done that. His throwing me on the bed, taking my pussy, then spanking me, plus hearing Frank and Ella fucking madly, made me cum, and yell.

"Fuck me, Mike! Oh shit, cumming, I'm fucking cumming!"

I swear a flood came out of me. There was a splash every time Mike's cock slammed into me. We have a great sex life, but this, this taking and hearing other people fucking, was madness, amazing, horny madness.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass," Frank yelled in the other room.

"Do it, I want it! Ella moaned.

Mike paused, and I took off my thong and tank. Then we fucked. We fucked for an hour. Every position we could think of. Oh, and Mike spanked me, a lot. No bruises, but my ass got red.

"Pussy or mouth?" Mike finally moaned.

"Pussy," I replied. "Fill my naughty cunt."

I felt his cock swell and twitch. He leaned down and kissed me. I had never felt more desired and loved in my life.

As soon as he was finished, he pushed my legs up and covered my pussy with his mouth. I didn't hear Frank and Ella anymore, so I stuck a hand in my mouth to stifle my climax. I loved that man so much.

Mike moved up, and we embraced. "I love you, Lainy."

"Even when I'm a wanton slut?" I replied.

Mike looked me in the eyes. "I know you're joking, babe, but don't ever diminish yourself."

"I love you so much, Mike," I said, running my hands down his back. "I was drunk and stupid and so afraid I'd made a big mistake."

"We're good, very good," Mike whispered. "Let's get some sleep."

***

So, what do you do when the next morning arrives? I woke up before Mike. I heard somebody out in the kitchen. Let's talk about the 'walk of shame."

Four people, two couples that just met. Everybody's sober now, and we all heard each other having vigorous sex.

I got up, put on a pair of bikini briefs, shorts, a bra, and a T-shirt. I definitely wanted to send the message that I'm not like that.

I gently opened the door, stepped out, and closed it behind me.

Ella was in the kitchen area, quietly puttering around. The coffee maker had run, and the pot was full. She looked up when she caught the motion. One of us blushed, and it wasn't her. She put her finger to her lips and pointed to the bedrooms. I nodded and walked over.

As Ella moved around, I noticed a couple of things. First, she wasn't wearing a bra, and second, she had big fucking tits. I don't mean men's fantasy giant melons, but I'm a B, and she was clearly all of a C. Because we were so young, hers stood out and proud. I was shocked at myself for noticing.

"How'd you sleep?" she asked. Ah, so we are not acknowledging last night; good. I thought.

"Profoundly well," I replied. "The air here is amazing."

"Frank never sleeps in," Ella said. "He's usually up and out for a run at six."

"Mike and I are usually heading for the gym at about that time."

"So, we'll all be lazy island bums for a week," Ella said, raising her coffee cup in a toast.

"It's a plan," I replied, touching my mug to hers. I heard a noise and looked up to see Frank coming out of their room. When he saw me, his eyes cut away, and I think he was blushing.

"Oh, good morning, Lainy."

"Good morning, Frank," I replied. "No run today?"

Frank walked over and filled a mug. "I think Emma's rum punches threw us all off our normal routines."

Nicely put, I thought. "Yes, I'm almost never up before Mike."

"Emma, you are a danger to society!" Mike announced loudly as he came out of our room.

"Awwww, Mike," Emma replied. "Nobody twisted your arm."

Mike poured a mug, and we all sat around the table. "True. Lainy and I have discovered that you are an irresistible force of nature."

Frank laughed and said, "I've never heard it put that way. Usually she's called 'Hurricane Ella."

We all got a good laugh. Mike and Frank started breakfast, their only meal skill, cracking eggs and shoving bread in the toaster.

"We doing the beach today?" Mike asked me. He saw the look of fear on my face.

"Well," Emma said. "That was our plan too, but that was before we ended up with roommates, right, Frank?"

"Um, yeah, kinda."

I guessed that, like us, Emma and Frank had planned on anonymity in their swimwear. I brought two 'swimsuits' if you call them that, neither of which I would wear in front of anyone I knew other than my husband. I had switched Mike's usual board shorts for a Speedo. He hadn't discovered my trick yet.

Emma laughed and said, "Hmmm, I think I get this. We all have skimpy beachwear, right?"

"Not me," Mike said. "I've got my favorite board shor..."

I caught his eye. He frowned. "Lainy, what have you done?"

I hated being on the spot. "You got those bikinis for me and I, uh, um, wanted you to, uh, I guess, fit in?"

Frank looked right at me. "Speedo?"

I nodded. Emma laughed again. "Yeah, so? We going or what?"

"I'm not sure," I replied.

"After breakfast, Lainy," Ella said. "You and I, in my room. Bring those bikinis."

The irresistible force had just bowled me over.

***

Two tiny bikinis in my hand, I closed the door to Emma and Frank's room. Emma had her shirt off and her two perfect breasts, with small areolas and hard nipples, were on full display. I just stared at her. "I didn't think we'd be trying..."

Emma paused; her hands had shoved her shorts down almost to where her vulva started. She looked at me. "How else are we gonna figure this out? Are you uncomfortable? Didn't you have gym class or soccer practice?

"Well, yes, but this is..." My thoughts were interrupted when Emma shoved her shorts down and kicked them off.

I didn't tell her that I lived in terror of the locker room and never used it. I was looking at the first nude woman I had ever seen, and boy, what a woman. Emma was in the mid-five-foot range and curvy in that full, not fat, just fucking perfect kind of way. I felt like a popsicle stick. We did have one commonality; we both shaved our pussies, but hers looked better, not that I was staring at another woman's private parts.

At that second, I made a decision that- like my bathroom transgression- was spontaneous and reckless, but this time, not rum-fueled. I blame the 'force of nature." I tossed my specks of swimsuits on the bed and took off my shirt. "I actually hated gym. I felt like an ugly twig, so I never used the locker room."

I unhooked my bra and casually tossed it on top of Ella's clothes. She smiled. "Well, you look damn good now, and you don't seem to mind."

"That is entirely your fault," I said, unbuttoning my shorts and letting them drop. "It just occurred to me that you are the only person here who has not seen me naked."

"My poor shy husband," Ella said, smiling. "He was embarrassed that you saw him and then, when you dropped that towel..."

"Rum, Ella, and YOU!" I replied as I shoved off my panties. "I got back to my room, and I thought my marriage, and possibly yours, was over."

"Best night of my life so far," Ella said. "Yours sounded pretty good too."

I was standing naked, talking to another naked woman about fucking our husbands. "I can't believe we are talking about this."

"Don't question it, Lainy," Ella said. "We have a week, and then we go back to our normal lives at opposite ends of the country. Wow, look at you."

"Me?" I said, "I'm a stick. You're so curvy and sexy."

"You are way too hard on yourself," Ella said as she walked around me. "I love your lean physique, your perfectly proportional body. Sleek and efficient."

"Thanks," I replied. "But you have that shape that guys love."

"You mean big tits, right?" Ella said. She put one hand under each of her breasts. "You wish yours were bigger?"

"At times," I replied. "Mike says he loves mine, but if I want to go bigger, he'll support me."

"Frank is not a big tit guy," Ella said. "These tits attracted the wrong guys. They were not a blessing. Keep those perky little devils."

I laughed and said, "This," pointing back and forth between us. "Is not me. I'm shy and introverted. You have some magic."

"It's just me," Ella said. "Lainy, you're staring at my breasts. Would you like to touch them?"

My face flamed; I had been staring, and I was curious, and I had been caught. "Oh, Ella, I am so sorry, uh, um, I've never, with a wom... I uh, was... Oh fuck. I'm sorry to stare."

Ella reached out and took my hand. My body quivered. She smiled. "Ella, I'm like you. Frank is the only partner I've ever had. This place, you and Mike, I can't explain it. Here."

Ella took my shaking left hand and held it against her breast. She held it there for a second or two, and then took her hand away; mine stayed. "They're so... full, and firm."

I brought my right hand up to touch her other breast. I felt her nipples harden.

Ella stifled a sigh. "Lainy, may I?"

"You want to touch my teacups?"

"Yes," she replied. "I am very curious."

Ella's hands were so soft and gentle. My body quaked when her hands contacted my breasts. Only my doctor and my husband had ever touched me. Ella's hands explored, but in a curious, not erotic way. I dropped my hands; Ella followed and looked down. "You shave or laser?"

Can you believe it? I actually blushed again. "Shave; I can't afford laser."

I watched Ella's fingers trace her slit. "Yeah, me either," She said. "I got a Brazilian wax just before the trip. I like your pussy. It seems to be higher than mine."

"Huh?" I replied. "I don't think that's possible."

"No," She said. "Look in the mirror."

A full-size mirror hung on the back of the door. It did look like Ella's slit sat lower; mine was higher. "Well, that's interesting."

"May I?" Ella said.

I looked down as her finger traced my slit, and was suddenly aware that my pussy was in full flower and very wet. "Uh, I'm not sure... Oh!"

I had moved in reaction to her fingers, which caused her finger to slip down, and she now knew how wet I was. I jumped back. "I'm soooo sorry. I don't know what's happening."

"Lainy, it's okay, really," Ella said softly. "I don't know either, here..."

Ella took my hand and held it against her vulva. She was as wet as I was. I pulled my hand back. "Oh my, I'm very confused."

"Yeah," Ella said. "We need to get back to the task at hand, hmmm, poor choice of words. Okay, what have you got?"

"Yes, poor indeed," I replied. "Well, I've got slutty and more slutty. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with either of mine; on the whole, I wasn't planning on people we knew and all."

"Yeah," Ella replied. "You and Frank kinda broke the ground, but we were all drunk. How is this gonna go with our men?"

"I don't know," I replied. "How are you going to feel? You know, in front of Mike and all."

"It's more like how are YOU gonna feel?"

I picked up one of my bikinis and slipped it on. "I don't want Frank or Mike to feel uncomfortable, but being around you has made me very comfortable. I'm feeling a little wicked."

"Oh wow!" Ella said. "That's fucking hot."

"Thanks," I replied. "This is the tame one."

My bikini was a yellow thong, but it was mesh, practically see-through. My pussy was covered, but the outline of my vulva and slit were visible.

Ella slipped on her bikini. "I only brought one, so it'll be interesting."

"Oh, wow!" I said. I had heard of Wicked Weasel bikinis; I'd seen the pictures, but there was Ella in a transparent, lime-green, micro-G-string. One tiny scrap over her vulva and two, just as small, that barely covered her areola. "Um, is Frank going to be okay with this?"

"Weeelllll," Ella replied. "Like you two, we weren't planning on seeing anyone we knew. I modeled this for him back home and got a hard fuck. I guess we'll find out, huh? You ready?"

"You mean, am I ready to do something I never thought I'd be capable of doing?" I said, "I will, if you will."

"That's my girl," Ella said, and she opened the door.

Frank and Mike looked up, and their conversation ended. They just stared- Frank at me and Mike at Ella.

"Did you bring an, uh, alternate?" Frank asked.

Ella breezed over to the kitchen and poured a glass of water. "You know I didn't, Frank. We talked about this."

Mike smiled and said, "I wasn't sure if you'd do it. You look fucking amazing."

I felt so exposed, yeah, everybody had already seen me naked, but that didn't help. Ella was walking around with her glass of water, giving our men a real good look. She had an amazing ass. I thought mine was good; hers was a perfect half-circle and so firm. The string disappeared between those firm flanks, leaving them on display.

"Thank you, babe," I replied. "Ella inspired me; you know I'm not like this."

"Are you happy?" Mike asked.

"I am," I said. "I feel so exposed, but deep inside, I kinda like it. Having Frank and Ella here helps."

"Frank, we are all adults here," Ella said, standing in front of her husband. "You love going to the beach and watching women in bikinis like this. Are you jealous?"

"Jealous is not the word," Frank nearly whispered.

Then I looked and saw the fat bulges in their shorts. Both guys were fully erect.

"Ohhh, baby," Ella cooed. "I love you so much."

I watched her hand move towards Frank's bulge and then stop. "Okay then. Your turn, guys."

As Mike and Frank turned towards the bedrooms, Ella added, "Might want a cold shower first."

I put my hand to my mouth to stifle an outright laugh. I took it away. "Ella! You are so bad!"

"I know," she replied. "Did you see them? I mean, raring to go! And rum-free."

I pulled Ella into a hug on an impulse. I wasn't expecting the feelings that followed. We might as well have been naked. She felt warm and soft. Her arms wrapped around my waist, her fingers close to the cleft of my ass. I was confused. She felt good in my arms, and so much naked skin contact was triggering my body. But I don't like girls that way, my brain was saying. My body said otherwise.

"This feels nice, Lainy," Ella whispered. "Don't overthink it. I'm not."

Unfortunately, my pussy was. I could feel how wet I had gotten. The bedroom door opened, and we broke our embrace.

"Lainy, I'm not happy," Mike said. "You promised."

My swimsuit suggestions went from a G-string, vigorously and adamantly rejected, past a Galactic brief, which he didn't fear, but didn't feel comfortable with, to a square-leg brief, which he liked. He also planned to take his usual, boring board shorts. Unfortunately, he left the packing to me, and as such, he stood before us in his Galactic brief, which held his cock, now back to its calm state, and his large balls in a close embrace.

"I think you look hot as hell," I replied. "I must have forgotten those others."

Frank, on the other hand, had a Speedo solar two-inch brief, which barely covered anything and left the top of his cute ass on display. "I feel uncomfortable," Frank said. "This is so not me."

"I think you look great," I replied, wanting to lighten the mood. "We are all way out of our comfort zone, but it's just a week, and then we go home. Let's go."

As we walked out the door and down the path to the beach, Mike ended up walking with Ella, and I fell in with Frank.

"I feel so, I don't know, inappropriate," Frank said. "Does this bother you?"

"Frank, I'm all over the place," I replied. 'Our spouses are so out there. I would have been happy in a tank suit and a chair, reading a novel, but here I am on a vacation where two people we just met have seen me naked, and I'm walking with someone else's husband in a scandalous swimsuit; and I'm okay with it."

"Thank you, Lainy," Frank replied, relief obvious in his tone. That helps a lot."

Ella and Mike were far ahead of us, joking and shoving. "I guess we're the shy ones."

"Yes. I adore Ella," Frank said. "Even when she does stuff like this. I know, left to my own, I'd be insufferably boring."

"I'd be a librarian," I replied, laughing. "Long drab dresses, glasses on a string, and a permanent scowl."

"That would be a crime," Frank said. "A crime against humanity."

Frank's eyes were straining to look at me while maintaining some dignity. "It's okay if you look," I said in just above a whisper.

"I'm, uh, um, oh, I..."

"Frank, I liked it," I said, letting him off the hook. "I don't get looks like that often."

"I don't know why," Frank replied. "You can look too."

"Oh, I have, Frank," I said. "I looked at you, well, part of you, when Ella and I modeled our bikinis."

Frank blushed. "Wow, shamed by my body."

"No shame in that." Slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

We reached the beach, which was wide and sparsely populated. We brought towels and an umbrella, and set ourselves up. That was when the difficulties of minimal swimwear became a problem, well, for me. I had a tiny wisp of fabric covering my vulva and a string that bisected my asshole, so bending over involved a lot of planning, at least for me. Ella, of course, paid no attention to any of that, and we all got a very good look at her smooth pussy and butthole. I noticed 'stirring' on the men, but after a while we all settled into our new routine and partial erections faded.

For the most part, we were all well-behaved. Ella and I did our men's backs, and the husbands covered the wives. All very mature.

Ella had two thermoses of rum punch, considerably dialed back from our first time.

***

We were walking back to the house. It had been a great day. We had lounged, swum, and hung out at the bar. I chatted with Frank; Ella chatted with Mike. We had lunch at a tiki hut café. By three, we were done.

Back at the house, I slid on a pair of linen shorts. I'd kinda had enough of being 90% naked all day. Mike, Frank, and Ella all complimented me on my body and my boldness. I told them all that my boldness was a function of supportive, participating friends and anonymity. We all agreed on that.

Everybody but Ella went back to shorts and some kind of shirt. Ella called us all babies and proudly wore her Wicked Weasel for the rest of the day. I caught Mike staring many times, and I could see the bulge in his shorts. Oh, I knew I was gonna get it good that night.

There was a lot more casual body contact. I didn't notice it at the time, but looking back, we were getting more than comfortable with each other.

***

As anyone who has spent a day on the beach knows, by the end of the day, you're tired. Our evening was short and quiet. We made a quick dinner and sat around. By ten we were all headed to bed.

Mike and I undressed and looked at each other. "You're gonna owe me, big guy," I said.

"No, you're gonna owe me," Mike replied. "Well, we'll owe each other."

We lay on the crisp, white sheets and were unconscious in seconds.

***

I get a turn telling our story. I woke up during the night. It's not uncommon for me. I slid out of bed. Lainy didn't stir. I was thirsty: dinner was really salty. I threw on a long T-shirt and walked to the kitchen to get a cold drink of water. Somebody was already there.

Light from the open refrigerator bathed Ella in a soft glow. She was wearing a long tank top that barely covered her firm, round ass. The ass that had captivated me all day. She saw me.

She took out the water jug and filled a glass using the appliance's diffused light. "Fuckin taco sauce was salty," she said. "Dyin of thirst. You too?"

I had watched this woman all day wearing little specks of cloth, with a tiny string that bisected that perfect ass and down, down between what had to be luscious pussy lips. Somehow, even knowing that, the idea that she was naked under that tank top was incredibly stimulating. I felt my cock swelling. I reached up, grabbed a glass, stood next to her, and held it out. Ella filled it- her shoulder against mine, warm, firm. "You almost caught me," she said. I threw this on just in case you came out."

She smelled clean. Fresh, with a hint of her sex pheromone. Neither of us moved. "Yeah, me too," I replied. "Good thing, huh?"

Ella took a long drink and looked up into my eyes. She held the glass to her open mouth, extended her tongue, and licked the edge. My cock was fully hard. That T-shirt didn't hide anything. "Yeah, good thing, Mike," She replied, putting the glass on the counter. "Otherwise, you and me would be standing here naked," She replied in a dusky whisper.

Still holding the jug, Ella turned and bent over to put it back into the refrigerator. As she bent over, the tank top moved up, uncovering her bare ass, which she pressed against my hard cock, with but a whisper of cotton between us.

"Mmmm," she said. "Is that because of me?"

I backed up. I didn't want to. I wanted to lift that shirt and ram my cock into her. "It's been like that all day."

Ella closed the refrigerator, plunging the room into darkness. She turned to face me. I could feel her heat. "And here I thought that you under that towel was just you avoiding the sun."

She pressed her firm, curvy body against mine. My cock resting vertically between us. I felt her hand move down and capture the hem of her shirt. "You weren't the only one," She whispered. "Wanna check and see?"

I moved back a step. "More than I can say," I replied. "I know you're not serious. You would never do something like that behind Frank's back, and you know, for the same reason, I won't do that to Lainy."

Her hand lightly touched my face. "You passed." She said. "I needed to know if you were as grounded as I thought you were."

"You're a hell of a woman, Ella," I said. I had a thought that I should have kept to myself. What if...?" I wanted to know if we were thinking the same thing.

I felt Ella's hands at my waist. They shook slightly. "They gave us permission?"

I said nothing. I gently took her hands off my waist, kissed them lightly, and let go. I put my glass on the counter and walked back to my room.

"Hey, babe," Lainy whispered. "Was that Ella?"

I tossed off my T-shirt and got on the bed. Lainy wrapped her lithe body around mine. Her body pressed my cock against my belly. She kissed my neck. "MMMM, you were like that all day. I think you like her."

I slid my hand over my wife's ass. "I do. I like her, but I love you more than ever. We both kept our shirts on and acted like adults."

"Are you upset that I showed Frank my body?"

I rolled over until I was on top of Lainy. I spread her legs with mine and notched my rigid cock at her entrance. "Confession? I never expected you to do such a thing, and it turned me on... a lot."

"Fuck me, Mike, I'm a naughty girl."

I did. I cupped her head in my hands and slammed my cock into her over and over. I couldn't get enough. Did I visualize fucking Ella? I'll never tell.

***

I woke up, and my pussy was still leaking Mike's cum. What a man. After he fucked the absolute shit out of me, we talked. It was a very interesting conversation. I was looking forward to the beach today.

Watching my husband asleep with his morning erection, I put on my yellow see-through bikini, thought about a cover-up, and decided against it, slipped out, and closed the door behind me.

Ella smiled at me. She stood alone at the table wearing one of Frank's tank tops. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat on a stool at the counter.

"You okay with what's going on?" Ella asked, touching my hand. "None of us expected this."

I laughed lightly, took a sip of coffee, and put the cup down. "THAT would be putting it mildly. You don't seem to be having a problem."

Ella sighed. "Don't let my over-the-top personality confuse you. I'm insecure, and it's my way of compensating. Usually, it's short-term, just a party or some event. But this was different; Frank and I had saved hard for this trip. I saw it spiraling into nothing, and I reacted. It was a reckless, desperate move that I covered with vast amounts of rum."

"That is an understatement," I replied. "I just fade into the wallpaper. You see me, too tall, too thin, too flat. I hated the girls that looked like you; not hated, envied; they got all the attention. Unlike you, many of them were vacuous tramps, doorknobs."

"Doorknobs?" Ella asked.

"Yeah, everybody gets a turn," I replied.

Ella stared for a second, then jammed her hand into her mouth to stifle a raucous laugh. I just sipped and waited.

She calmed down and put her hand on mine. "You're killiin me, Lainy. That was so not me. I hated my big tits. Just a boob magnet; every boob in school wanted a handful."

I snickered, "Good one."

"I got a bad rep. I spent a lot of time in the library and turned down dates left and right. Nobody was interested in me, just my curvy body. Until I literally ran into Frank in the stacks. I knew of him; he was on the baseball team, I assumed, just another jock, but the books I knocked out of his hands told a way different story."

"Oh?" I replied, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah," Ella said. "Tessa Baily."

I blushed, remembering masturbating to a lot of her books. "Oh, my."

"Oh, my indeed," She replied. "I was good. He was so embarrassed. We talked, and the more we talked, the more I liked him."

"So, he was your first?"

"For both of us," Ella replied, blushing. "Turns out, we were both pretty adventurous. Just remembering that first time in his parents' bed, well..." Ella sighed and slowly opened her legs. That was the first time I ever saw another woman's excited pussy. Her inner lips were wide open, and the entire area was shiny with her excitement.

"Uh, oh, um, wow," I said. I slipped my finger under the tiny gusset of my suit and tugged it aside. "I'm just as bad, and I'm just imagining the story. I can't believe I'm doing this." I let the wet fabric cover my drenched sex. "This is so not me."

Fat drops of rain splashed on the leaves outside. "Oh, that's not good," Ella said.

Both bedroom doors opened, and the boys walked out, both wearing their Speedos just as the sky opened up. You haven't seen rain until you've seen tropical rain. Rain so hard you can't see five feet out the window.

"Guess we'll play Monopoly," Frank said.

"There's nothing here except food, rum, and phones," Ella replied.

***

We made breakfast and a huge pot of coffee. We cleaned up breakfast, made the beds, and swept the place, but the rain did not abate. By then it was eleven.

"Too early for rum?" Ella proposed.

"I have a better idea," Mike said. "Ella, put some music on. Let's dance. We need some exercise."

The music was fast, and we switched partners. After three songs, Frank and I were beat, and we sat down just as a slow song came on.

Mike took Ella into a 'polite' dance posture.

I watched Mike and Ella. As the music played, they moved closer, eye to eye. Soon, their bodies touched. I glanced at Frank. He just sat and watched.

I knew what would happen; I just knew. I knew I could stop it. If I spoke, it would end, and there would be no repercussions. I didn't want to. I still cannot say why, but I didn't. I knew I wanted to watch.

But I was not the only decision-maker here. I stared ahead.

"I think your husband is going to kiss my wife," Frank said in just above a whisper.

"I agree."

"How do you feel about that?" Frank asked. His eyes, like mine, focused forward.

"I'm not sure."

"Jealous?" he asked.

"What about you?"

"Ella and I complete each other," Frank said. "I'm not jealous, not one bit."

"I'm curious," I replied. "Mike and I are a unit, tight, secure, and so in love. He and Ella have taken me out of my shell."

"Curious," Fank said, "Interesting choice of word. So, not jealous?"

"No, you two have reinforced what Mike keeps telling me. I'm liking my body more. I don't see Ella as better-looking, just different."

"Well phrased, Lainy. I agree, you are both very beautiful women, in different ways."

"What should we do?"

"Let's just watch and see," Frank replied. "Is that alright with you?"

"Yes, I replied. I reached over and covered Frank's hand with mine. "This could get interesting."

We sat in silence staring ahead. Then Frank said three words that stirred me deep inside and opened a door I never knew existed.

"I hope so."

Mike and Ella's mouths got closer. Just before they touched, they both turned their heads just enough to make eye contact. Mike looked at me. I gave him the tiniest smile and nodded; it was subtle, but clear. "I love you," He mouthed. I smiled widely.

In my peripheral vision, I saw Frank nod. Ella smiled.

"And so it begins," Frank said.

"Interesting," I replied.

We both sat, facing forward, hands clasped.

Any pretext of dancing evaporated. Mike's mouth met Ella's and their kiss was deeply erotic. I gently squeezed Frank's hand; he squeezed back. "Ella is a good kisser."

"Mike can almost make me cum that way."

Ella's hands roamed Mike's body, slipping her fingers just under the waistband of his suit in the back. Mike's hands caressed her back, brushing over her exposed ass, then moved up, touching the tie of her top.

"He's going to take her top off," Frank said.

"I see that," I replied.

Mike and Ella looked at us again, Mike's hand holding the knot of Ella's top. We nodded, and once again, it was like we weren't there.

Mike tugged the string, and Ella's top, what there was of it, dropped to the floor. Their foreheads touched, Ella's firm, round breasts pressed into Mike's chest as they whispered. I couldn't hear them over the music, which made the scene so much more intense.

Mike had to lean back to fondle Ella's breasts. She leaned her head back and audibly sighed.

"Your husband has an erection," Frank said.

"He's not the only one," I replied, seeing the tip of Frank's hard cock poking out of his speedo.

"Your husband wants to suck my wife's tits."

"I see that," I replied.

Mike's mouth moved lower; he caught my eye, and I nodded. I watched my husband's lips slip over Ella's long, hard nipple.

"Ohhh, fuuuck!" She cried.

I watched Mike's cock twitch, the head just below the waistband of his suit. He alternated between Ella's nipples, pinching one while audibly sucking on the other. Ella looked down, her hands on Mike's shoulders. Her breaths were nearly gasps, her chest heaving.

Mike looked up, reading her response to each of his actions, changing, moving. His erection poked out of the top of his speedo, a drop of precum at the tip. I was fascinated watching that drop. It stayed as he moved around each of Ella's magnificent breasts. Ella gasped when Mike's teeth clamped on one of her long, hard nipples.

"I had no idea how intense this would be," Frank whispered. I looked down and saw the small pool of pre-cum on his belly. He saw me looking, and his cock twitched.

I opened my legs, letting Frank see how the tiny string bisected my very wet and excited pussy. "Me either."

"Oh, my," Frank said. He ran his fingers over his covered erection. "So beautiful."

We looked into each other's eyes. "Not yet," I said. "Let's just watch."

Mike sucked on Ella's nipple. As they moved, I saw a trickle running down Ella's leg; Mike had made her cum. I glanced at Frank.

"She does that all the time; she's very orgasmic."

Ella's fingers slipped into the waistband of Mike's suit as she looked at Frank.

"Your wife is going to expose my husband's hard cock," I said.

"I see that," Frank replied.

Mike caught my eye. I smiled; I nodded; Frank nodded. Ella pulled out the front of Mike's suit and slid it past his raging erection, down his legs, letting it fall on his feet. He stepped out and kicked it aside.

Mike's fingers found the knots for Ella's s tiny bottom half. They looked at us again.

"Mike is going to expose my wife's wet and open pussy." Frank said.

"I see that," I replied. We nodded.

He tugged, and it fell away.

"Mike's cock is about the same size as mine," Frank said.

"I wouldn't know," I replied.

"You will," Frank whispered. My body shook. I nearly climaxed.

"After?"

"After," He replied.

In front of us, Ella moved to her knees, holding Mike's dripping cock.

"I think Ella wants to put my husband's hard cock in her mouth."

"I see that," Frank replied. They looked; we nodded.

Frank and I both gasped, and Frank's cock twitched as Ella opened her mouth and her lips touched the head. She slowly took Mike's cock into her mouth, inch by slow inch. It was very real now. My mouth was the only one that sucked that cock. That mouth only sucked Frank's.

I looked over. Frank was breathing deeply, nearly panting. "This is so fucking intense."

"Do you want them to stop?"

Frank looked at me. "No!" He said, then he took a breath. "I'm sorry. What about you, Lainy? How do you feel?"

Frank watched my hand as I slipped my fingers under the tiny triangle of mesh fabric and moved it aside to expose my pussy. I had to pull the string out from between my soaked, fully flowered lips and coursing with need. "Does this answer your question? If I touch myself, I will cum like a fountain."

"Your clit is very long."

"Do you like it?"

Frank ran his tongue over his lips. "Only the second one I've ever seen. So different, so, so beautiful."

"And tasty."

"Mmmmm," Frank growled. His fingers brushed the waistband of his speedo. "Would you like me to...?"

"Yes, please," I replied. "May I join you?"

"I would love that."

As I tugged the strings of my bikini bottom, I, like Frank, who was sliding his speedo over his hard cock, watched Ella suck Mike's cock. I saw it in his face when he flicked his eyes to mine. He was close.

"Does Ella let you...?" I asked. I tugged the tie on my top, freeing my modest breasts.

"Insists," Frank replied. "Lainy, I've never been so excited, ever. Is something wrong with us?"

I looked at my husband. He had heard us. "Ella, I'm close." He moaned.

"Please," She replied, briefly releasing his cock. "I want it."

Ella's hand went between her legs. I watched her fingers plow through her wet furrow. I couldn't take it anymore; I put my finger on my clit. "Sorry, Frank."

At that second, Mike groaned. I watched his trim ass flex, and Ella's eyes went wide. My husband was cumming in another woman's mouth. Ella's fingers strummed her clit as she moaned and swallowed, cumming with my husband.

"Ohhhh fuuuck!" Frank cried out. I looked over and watched the bolt of cum jet from the tip of his cock, up his abdomen, almost to his mouth. His hands were at his sides, clenching the cushion. "I'm so sorry, Lainy," He moaned. His cock twitched and a second spurt burst out. "This has never happened."

"None of this has," I replied. I licked my fingers. "You know they are going to fuck?"

"After they are done, it's our turn," Frank said. "Is that okay?"

"I just hope I can hold out," I replied. My fingers pinched my nipples.

"I love your breasts," Frank said.

"I want to suck your cock," I replied. We both laughed at the total absurdity of what had evolved.

"Fuck her, Mike," I said. "Fuck her for Frank."

"Missionary, Ella," Frank said. "So you can look at each other when Mike fills you with his cock."

"What happened to quiet Frank?" I asked, smiling.

Frank turned to look at me. "I am going to fuck you so hard, Lainy Jackson."

"No oral?" I asked. "Because I want you to fuck my mouth and cum down my throat."

"Stop it, you two," Ella said. She lay flat on the floor, and Mike settled over her. "You're going to make us cum, just from listening."

Mike nudged Ella's legs, and she hooked her hands under her knees and pulled them back. I had a perfect view of the cut head of my husband's cock notched at the entrance of Ella's vagina.

"I will eat you," Frank whispered. "After I cum in you."

"Ahhhhh!" I cried out. Frank's words hit at the same instant that my husband slid his cock into Ella's pussy. I came, I fucking came so hard, it squirted out of my pussy.

"Ohhh, Ella!" Mike moaned as he buried himself in her.

"Harder, Mike, please," Ella replied.

"You fucking squirted!" Frank said. "That was amazing!"

"Never happened before," I replied. "Frank, are we going to survive till Saturday?"

Mike and Ella were in their zone. Frank laughed. "No idea, but I'm dying to find out."

"I hope they cum quickly," I said. "I need your cock."

Frank and I sat watching; our hands clenching the cushions, restraining ourselves.

Mike and Ella were clamped together, him slamming his cock into her; her moaning and cumming, both covered in sweat. The trade wind pushed the smell of sex around the room. Never would have expected to be doing this, watching this. My body quivered with need. My husband fucking another man's wife right in front of me, and when he got done, I was going to give my body to another man, and I could not wait. I couldn't wait to feel a strange cock enter me. I couldn't wait to have my husband watch me getting fucked and cumming, over and over.

"Ohhhh, Ella!" Mike yelled.

"Harder, Mike!" Ella yelled back.

"Cu, cu, cummming," Mike stuttered. "Yaaaaahhhh!"

He plunged deep, his body slapping against Ella's. He stayed deep, and I watched his cute ass flex as his penis released deep inside Ella.

"Ungh, Ungh!" Ella moaned, her fingers between them rubbing her clit, tripping her climax.

The sweat poured off their bodies. Mike rolled off. That was my signal.

I rolled over on top of Frank and locked my mouth on his. We jammed our tongues into each other's mouths as we ground our bodies together. I rubbed his erection with my mound, covering it with my need. We parted, gasping for breath.

"On the floor, on your back," I said. "I'm gonna ride you."

Mike and Ella moved over and sat on the floor, their backs against the couch.

"I think my wife is going to fuck your husband," Mike said.

"Oh, shut the fuck up and watch," Ella replied, then laughed. "We are so fucked up."

"Not yet," Mike replied, and Ella laughed hard.

Frank was on his back, his cock sticking straight up. I wanted that in my mouth, but I needed it in my pussy. I straddled him, reached between my legs, grasped his cock, rubbed it on my entrance. "Ready?"

"Please fuck me, Mrs. Jackson."

"With pleasure, Mr. Conner," I replied and moved down, feeling his cock enter and spread me. As I settled, I looked at my husband. He smiled.

"Ella," Frank said. "Lainy is fucking me."

"Is she better than me?" Ella replied.

"Not better," Frank said. His hands cupped my cute tits. "Different."

I was supercharged. I never. I never thought another cock would be inside me. I never thought I would watch my husband fuck another woman. I looked into Frank's eyes. "Your cock feels amazing."

"Your pussy is almost perfect."

We both laughed, and I started to shift my hips forward and back, massaging the front of my pussy on one stroke, and the back on the reverse. I love fucking.

I looked over. Mike and Ella just watched, but Mike's cock had come back to life. My sweat ran off me and pooled on Frank's hard abdomen, mixing with his. I ran my hand through the wet, warm mess. "I never knew sex could be this much fun."

"Pinch my nipples, Lainy," Frank gasped. "I need to cum."

My hands were flat on his muscular chest, my thumb and forefinger in a V over each nipple. I closed them and squeezed.

"OH FUCK, YES!" Frank yelled. He shoved his hips up into mine; I drove my hips down and felt his cock swell and twitch. A new man was cumming inside me. I took one hand away and gripped my clit, pinching and bringing on my climax.

Ella sat on the couch, Mike between her legs, and they watched us.

"They're cumming, Mike," Ella said. "Now you can eat me."

I sat on Frank, both of us gasping. He smiled at me. "Don't ever tell Ella, best cum ever."

"Shhhhh," I said. Putting my finger to my lips. "Me too."

I turned to look at my husband. Ella moved up and sat on the couch. Mike, his cock hard again, had his face against her pussy. I could hear him slurping on her over her moans.

"Yes, Mike," Ella growled. "Right there, bite it."

"Lainy, this is so wild," Frank said.

"Sixty-nine," I said. "You on the bottom. I need you to cum in my mouth."

I dismounted as I watched Ella climax on my husband's face. I turned around and threw a leg over Frank.

"Give me that pussy, Lainy," Frank said. He grabbed my hips and pulled them down.

I felt Frank's mouth on my vulva as I took his still hard cock in my hand. His tongue plowed my slit as I slid my lips over his erection, tasting myself, and liking it. I love to suck Mike's cock, and Frank's was a close copy. I took him all in, gagging at the last inch; Frank brought me off, and I took all of him in, cumming as my mouth hit his body. I bucked my hips into his face and slid my mouth back onto his cock, wrapping a hand around it so that when he came, it would be in my mouth- my favorite- not down my throat.

We kept at it, loving the feeling and loving listening to the wet sounds of our spouses orally pleasing each other. The rain fell, time crawled. I came again on Frank's face.

I felt Frank's cock swell, the head got harder, and my treat arrived, jetting hard into my mouth; bouncing off the back, bathing my tongue. I love cum. Frank's was different than Mike's, sweeter. I made a mental note to ask how he does that.

I rolled off Frank, took Mike's extended hand, and he helped me up and into his arms. "You okay, Lainy?" He asked. I was wrapped in his arms. I looked into his eyes. "I love you, Mike Jackson, now more than ever." I felt his cock swelling. "Really? Again?"

Mike led me to the couch. Ella was already bent over the back. "I think we're being reclaimed," she said.

I bent over the couch, leaned over, and kissed her. "I like it." I felt Mike's hands on my hips. "Fuck me, Mike. Fuck me like you own me."

"Ohhh, fuck, Frank," Ella yelled. "More cock!"

Erotic comedy. Our men fucked us, and fucked us hard. The couch squeaked across the wood floor, our men in hard pursuit of our pussies. I leaned over and kissed Ella. We fought to keep our mouths together. I liked kissing her. I wanted to do more, much more.

Frank came first. "Ohhh, Ella!" He groaned as he slammed into his wife and held, filling her.

"Cum for me, Mike!" I yelled. "Fill me!"

The couch made one last lurch and came to a stop against the wall as my husband buried his cock deep inside me and climaxed. I felt his cock pulsing. I squeezed my pussy, savoring the feeling. I wanted more.

The boys stepped back.

I stood up and took Ella's hand. "Want to?"

Ella moved into my arms. Her lips brushed mine as our breasts touched. "Oh yeah, but I never have."

"Me either," I said.

I held her against me as our mouths met and we slipped our tongues into each other's mouths. It felt so different, softer, sweeter. Ella shifted her hips, and I felt my pussy press against her thigh as her wetness coated mine. I broke our kiss. "I want to eat you."

Ella quivered. "Lainy, take me. Then it's my turn."

We lay on the floor, the men ignored. Ella lay back and held her legs wide. I didn't hesitate. I wanted to savor and toy with her pussy. I couldn't wait. I pressed my mouth against her vulva and extended my tongue. My nose rubbed her clit. She was writhing. "Fuck, Lainy, so good. Fucking eat my cunt."

I reached up and pinched her nipples. She shook, and my mouth was full. Her cum, Frank's cum, and a bit of Mike's. So fucked up, but so exciting.

Her hands pressed my face away. "My turn." She said, rolling over. "Give me your pussy."

I rolled onto my back, hooked my knees, and pulled them back. "Fucking eat my cunt, Ella."

She laughed, and in a second, I felt her mouth on my pussy, and her hard tongue digging in. I'll never tell Mike, but Ella eats better. Her mouth was everywhere; her hands found my little tits and hard nipples. My hands, full of her hair, pulled her into me. "CUMMING!" I yelled and bucked my hips into her mouth as my climax flowed over me.

Ella looked up at me, her face glazed with my joy. "I like it."

I laughed as she moved up and lay half over me. We looked at the men. They still had their cocks in their hands, a trail of cum spattered up their bellies. Ella looked at Frank. "Next time, you two give the show."

They didn't say no.

***

So, I'll sum up our first swap vacation. Rules: no clothing required in the house; we always sleep with our spouse; no means no, but nobody ever said no. That was it. At the end of the week, we reserved the house for the next year, and went home. Promising to exchange videotapes of our sex until the next year. Oh, and the boys? Well, that's a tale for another genre, right?

We didn't make it six months. The videotapes; not the same. Ella- it was always Ella- got an idea. She trolled for the cheapest airfare for both of us. We'd fly in, get a room at the Airport hotel, sex it up for two days, and then go home.

Fucking in Franklin, Anal in Alhambra, DP in Dubuque. Twenty years. One week in the winter and every other month, who knows where. We made sure the kids were ours and, after that, the boys got cut.

That brings me back to the beginning of this story. Our week of fun got cut short. Mike had a business thing that couldn't wait.

***

We noticed that Charley Conner's car was in the circular drive in front of our house. Yeah, we're doin' good.

We walked through the house; nobody in the living room, kitchen, dining room, even the bedrooms.

"Media room," I said. "Duh, they're watching a movie.

We opened the media room door. Our son, Charley, had Frank and Ella's daughter Bella's legs over his shoulder, and he was fucking her hard. Next to him, our daughter, Penny, was riding Bruce, Bella's twin brother.

The sixty-inch flat screen was playing a video of the four of us at the last airport meet, that they apparently had discovered.

I looked at Mike. "Brave new world," I said and flipped off my sundress.

The End-maybe.