Sometimes Things Just Happen

Sometimes, Things Just Happen......

Sharon and I were driving south in the Appalachian Mountains of SW Virginia in late December when we ran into a big, rather unexpected snowstorm. I drove slower and slower until it just did not feel safe anymore, just as a tiny town showed up not far ahead on the digital map on the phone. Sharon looked at me expectantly and waited.

"Okay, I said. Even Al knows when it's not safe. Let's hope they have a hotel or motel and we'll stop and stay put." She nodded her agreement without speaking after our years of marriage and we went the next little distance at 25 mph until we saw there was only one smallish Inn at Bailey's Bridge, the tiny mountain town. It was called Otter Lodge and was rather nice, if modest in size.

I pulled us into the parking lot then Sharon and I walked inside, asked for a room and found that we were not the only ones doing this because of the weather. The clerk said she would love to help us but they were already fully booked. Sharon looked reallly disappointed and the clerk paused and responded.

"Give me a minute. There is one sort of out-of-the-ordinary possibility. We have a two-bedroom, two-bath suite with shared living room and kitchen that one nice couple a little bit older than you is already booked in. Maybe they would be willing to share the cost and you could use the other bedroom. Do you think that might work?"

I looked at her and said: "Sure, go ahead and ask. It's our only halfway decent choice."

To shorten the story the couple agreed and we each were going to be billed half of the price of the nice but fairly expensive two bedroom suite. We went up, introduced ourselves a little bit awkwardly, put our things in our bedroom and wandered back to the living room where Helen and Tom were sitting, watching the news. When we came out they perked up and asked if we wanted to join them for dinner downstairs in the restaurant. We thought that was a good idea, and Sharon said it would be great and off we went.

Dinner was very good food with good conversation where we four got along great. The two women, mid-dinner, stepped out together to the ladies' room and returned smiling. When they came back, both women reached their plates and switched them. I was now seated next to Helen now sitting and eating next to me and Sharon was across next to Tom. A little unusual but nice as we ate, had coffee and dessert, then prepared to go up to the suite.

I have to interrupt here and say that Helen and Tom were decent-looking people, not much older than us, well-spoken, attractive and easy to spend time with. I had noticed her tits, and I am pretty certain Sharon had noticed Tom's good physical shape, tall, handsome appearance. Sharon and I had never strayed in our marriage, were not wildly experienced before marriage, had never discussed straying, much less the swinging lifestyle, so all this was a little bit without a frame of reference, planning, agreement or communication at the time.

As dinner finished, Sharon, all 5' 8" and 155 pounds of her, stood up, reached for Tom's hand then spoke soto voce to Helen and I who were about to get up, saying: "Why don't you two give us a few minutes before you come up. Helen will guide you to our suite, be your partner for the rest of the night as Tom has asked me to be his. We will lock our door and give you two privacy. They are experienced and I am overcome with the need to get a little wild, one time in my life do something totally outrageous and it seems like this is the time, tonight is the night. Is that okay with you, Al?"

Shocked? Yes. What answer could there be to this rather abrupt change in everything but: "Helen, is this okay with you?"

"Oh, Al. Sharon and I spoke earlier in the ladies where I suggested we four do this, told her I wanted to do this, to be with you and share everything if you do. She told me that you were a great lover and I told her to expect the same from Tom. I feel just like Sharon does if you are willing."

"Helen, you are gorgeous and we are out of town, it is a blizzard out and since we know Sharon and Tom are willing, let's give them fifteen or twenty minutes, have another glass of wine and get to know each other in a whole new way. Have fun, Sharon, Tom. See you for breakfast about ten with the roads clear by then."

Helen and I sat there with more wine, talked more intimately knowing what was ahead, let 25 minutes go by then got up, paid the bill, headed upstairs to the open bedroom door to our side of the suite which was where Sharon and I had put our stuff. Hers was gone and Helen's had been put in its place. We entered, went into the bedroom and for the first time in my adult life as a husband, another woman curled up against me, raised her head and kissed me deeply, opening her lips and putting her tongue everywhere it would go as we traded passion I had no idea was there. Did I think about Sharon just then? Nope, not a bit. I was totally wrapped up in lust let out of the barn for the first time with another woman who was not Sharon. I knew that once Sharon made a decision, she would stick to it and enjoy Tom for as much as I was enjoying Helen, so there was just no need to worry about it. Decision made, get on with the lust of fucking a former stranger, a darned good-looking, very willing one.

She and I stood kissing for some time, arms around one another and beginning to explore. She sat on the bed, looked up at me and undid her blouse, opened it, pulled it off and showed me a nice filigreed light yellow bra over her 34D set of tits, topped with dark aureoles and raspberry button nipples, already hard little buttons in the bra. I could not help it and went ahead and felt them, leaned down and sucked them through the bra and hefted each tit with my big hands, massaging them as I kissed her ears, neck, smelled her hair and wondered how I would get 8 hard inches of my cock out of my pants.

Helen put her hands on my ass, moved them to the front and undid the belt, unzipped the zipper, and opened my pants. I watched as she looked and used both hands to open the fly and pull them down.

"Helen, are you planning to do anything down there?"

"Al, as soon as I get your cock out, the big one Sharon told me you had, I am going to look at it, feel it, lick the head, then suck it while I fondle your big balls. Stand still, I want to see your cock, which Sharon said she calls "Big Butch." Are you going to let me suck and play with "Big Butch" before I ride you way up inside me on the bed for the first time?"

"Helen, you can do anything you like. Yes, she does sometimes call my cock "Big Butch." How will she be addressing Tom's?"

He is not quite as long as you are but it is thick and curves way up, so when it is in me the head is rubbing my g spot constantly. For me it is one long orgasm with him so I am hoping she has the same good time I enjoy with Tom. I call it "Curly" sometimes. I have never had a cock as big as "Big Butch" she said as she was by then stroking it, licking it then sucking it into her mouth as soon as the last word was out.

We stood like that while she sucked me, fondled my balls, fingered my ass and then took "Big Butch" out of her mouth stood, up, kissed me passionately again and watched as I unzipped her skirt, pulled her panties down and found her mound through a thick patch of dark pubic hair which was already soaked until my fingers found her slit which was swollen and wet with her juices. Neither of us said much as she motioned for me to get up on the bed and lay on my back, "Big Butch" straight up while she crawled over me, facing me with her hips above, waiting to guide me with her hands and slide him inside her as she lowered her hips over me.

I watched, fascinated with passion and spoke briefly: "So, Helen, do you have a name for yours?"

She stayed busy, bouncing her tits, looking at me and answered, "Well, in polite society I refer to it as my vagina but when I am lucky enough to fuck Tom or you, I prefer to do what the Brits do and call it my cunt. It seems more naughty and nasty and lusty than being clinically correct, if that's okay with you. I have only one request next. Let me guide you in me and lower myself as it is the biggest cock I have ever seen, and I don't want to hurt myself forcing "Big Butch" in until I am fully open if that's okay, Al?"

I did not speak, just nodded, reached up and pulled each tit and the nipple, twirled them as I kissed each one while her right hand reached down, grasped my cock and guided the big head to her lips, ran it over her clit several times, then put it lower, leaned forward and lowered herself until I could feel her inside muscles tight and resisting. I was watching her face as her eyes were closed and she pursed her lips, started to almost whistle as her muscles met the big enough, living object working its way inside her. She stopped, twirled her hips two or three times, rubbed her own tits with both hands, putting a show on for me as her body began to assimilate the biggest cock she had ever had. Several rotations and she lowered herself further as her muscles relaxed and nearly all of me slid into her as deep as I was long.

When her pubic hair and outer cunt lips were against my torso she released a huge sigh of air and said, "Oh Fuck, Al. Oh, Fuck. This is fantastic," stopped, and her whole body went rigid as she clamped "Big Butch" with those muscles and let all of her juices bath him with her first orgasm. It was so thorough and complete she almost disappeared, stopped all movement save for the whistling exhalation and intake of air as she came and came on a cock which was doubtless pushing her cervix back up into her body more than it ever had been. I reached down, fingered her clit and she collapsed onto me, almost out cold or feinted but kept her cunt tight around me until she came too in a few seconds, started humping me and murmuring god knows what in a quiet stream of sounds as she fucked me; I fucked her back now pushing up until our rhythm was strong and long, nerves working their way to higher and higher peaks.

Just as she shut her eyes again, I said: "Helen, I am going to cum. Do you want it inside you or on the outside on your bush and tummy?"

She did not open her eyes; she couldn't with the intensity she was feeling. She just started her next orgasm then shouted, probably loud enough for Tom and Sharon to hear if they were listening: "Inside, fuck me inside and fill me with your white stuff. I want all of it this way, and then after I get you rested up in a while, I want you on top of me, my legs around you and fucking you like two old missionaries. Oh, my God, Al, this is so fantastic."

That's when I shot my load of white creamy cum deep inside the only other woman I had fucked since Sharon, and I had been married.

When we finished, we lay wrapped in one another, resting without words. It was very quiet in our room, but we could hear sounds of humans enjoying one another in the other bedroom, all closed doors aside. It sounded to me like Sharon had indeed enjoyed Tom's curved cock on her G-spot, several times, if sounds were any measure. I smiled listening.

The rest of our night went just as Helen said it would with bouts of me sucking her tits, eating her cunt and making her cum then fucking with me deep inside her. She asked if I wanted to try putting it in her ass but I declined, having learned long ago I was pretty big as anal sex went. Helen and I set the modern record for orgasms that night for our age group and did get some sleep now and then. We all slept in and met for breakfast and reunited at ten the next morning. Sharon and Tom were all smiles and she told me when we had changed partners back that they had also had a completely free time with one another and that she would share details if I would when our trip continued.

Breakfast was good, and all four of us smiled, exchanged phone numbers with the intention of sometime meeting again for the same purpose. Sharon did tell me all they did, and I did the same with my night with Helen.

Helen called her, and the two women later talked about it, with Helen saying it had been the best fucking her cunt had ever had.

I got the distinct idea that now that this sexual cat was out of the bag, Sharon and Helen would not mind being together with one another for the first time with a woman and would be willing to let us watch them if we could switch again afterward.

We now not only had a new experience but something to look forward to. Getting older is not always a bad thing, it seems.